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孔子咏兰
孔子（前551~前479）名丘，字仲尼，春秋时代鲁国人。为我国儒家学派创始人，古代伟大思想家、教育家。其时正当“礼崩乐坏”奴隶制末期，他周游列国，想用自已的学说说动人们，改革政冶，挽救危亡，但到处碰壁，最后只好返回鲁国，设馆授徒终其一生。孔子思想的核心是“仁”与“礼”，主要学说集中于孔门弟子编纂成书的《论语》中。
http://www.orchids.com.cn/images/wenhua/diangu/kongzi.jpg 孔子十分喜欢兰花，由于他特别重视个人思想品质的修养，在兰花身上寄托了深切的感情，在三国魏人王肃所收集编纂的《孔子家语》一书中，记载了孔子颂兰的一段佳话。
“孔子日：‘吾死之后，则商也日益，赐也日损。’曾子日：‘何谓也？’子日：‘商也好与贤已者处，赐也好不若已者。不知其子，视其父；不知其人，视其友；不知其君，视其所使；不识其地，视其草木。故曰:与善人居，如入芝兰之室，久而不闻其香，即与之化矣；与不善人居，如入鲍鱼之肆，久而不闻其臭，亦与之化矣。丹之所藏者赤；漆之所藏
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I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, 'It is late, bring your slate and your books.'
I shall tell him, 'Do you not know I am as big as father? And I must not have lessons any more.'
My master will wonder and say, 'He can leave his books if he likes, for he is grown up.'
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is thick.
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, 'You will get lost, my boy; let me carry you.'
I shall answer, 'Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father. I must go to the fair alone.'
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When storm clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down,
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows where, and dance upon the grass in wild glee.
Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground.
They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want to come out to play before it is time, their master makes them stand in a corner.
When the rains come they have their holidays.
Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds clap their gi
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I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind, and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.
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THE HOME
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.
Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening.
His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and t
