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2014 年 5 月 3 日 星期六  |
| child who had put it there |
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The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree pauillac.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside it?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it is not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness Multi-touch Board.
It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold cheap otterbox.
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| failure of first love |
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College years are considered to be the golden time for courting. But I wonder whether we college students know the true meaning of love. Many students don't, they believe that happiness is just a sense of loving and being loved. As a result, they grow attached to each other. Yes, it is one result of love, and the most desirable one. However, this expectation is likely to become perseverance in the pursuit of love and result in love conflict.
Each love course can be unique as each person is unique. Owing to different family backgrounds and pressures, everyone has his own history and future, and personal character. And love is supposed to savor life, to find our weakness, deficiencies and the true colors of humanity, to grow mature by learning, to grasp the true meaning of life, and to learn to free ourselves and requite others' love in the process of courting iphone bumper case.
However, the majority of college students believe that campus love is just to find a partner to get rid of loneliness and boredom and enjoy happiness. Yes, if both of the two are of mature mentality and strong willingness to love, love can be raised to a higher level –to enjoy happiness. Yet, many college students do not treasure the happiness from love, instead, they are favor of nit-picking their boyfriend or girlfriend and demanding more and more things. Therefore, "love passionately today, break up tomorrow" is understandable. In my eyes, these students totally misunderstand the true meaning of love. After all, we come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. Love is to cultivate ourselves. It is only when we have seen through and perfected ourselves that our love is worthy Living in HK.
To view from the perspective as a college student, I dare not assert whether it is right to court during college years. But I have a feeling that as college students stepping into the society, it is our responsibility to adopt a serious attitude towards campus love. Many college students become depressed after their first love comes to an end. As a matter of fact, I think it is unnecessary to be depressed at all. In my opinion, first love is just encountering a right or wrong person when you long for courting. As far as first love is concerned, it tells us what is not love rather than what is love. So we do not need to care too much about the failure of first love.
Love is really beautiful, as Kahlil Gibran once wrote:
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
So do not lose the chance when you know who is suited to you temperamentally. Love starts when another person's needs become more important than your own. Once we know the true meaning of love, we are supposed to treasure it property hong kong. |
| 2014 年 4 月 23 日 星期三 |
| rain beating against leaves |
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The last flock of pigeons have also gone out of sight after doing their final circling in the soft breeze, the sound of their whistles barely audible. They are hastening back to their warm wooden dovecote earlier than usual perhaps because they have mistaken the bleak leaden sky for nightfall or because of their presentiment of a storm.
The willow twigs, daubed with a light green by several days of sunshine, are now covered all over with dust and look so sickly that they need to be washed. And the parched soil and tree roots have likewise been dying for rainfall. Yet the rain is reluctant to come down.
I can never forget the thunderstorm we often had in my hometown. Over there, whenever the rumble of thunder reverberated across the valley, the buds of spring would seem to sproutfreely after being disturbed and roused up from their slumber in the frozen soil. Then tenderly stroked by the soft hands of fine rain, they would put forth bright green leaves and pink flowers. It makes me nostalgic and melancholy to think about old times and my mind is as depressed as the vast expanse of North China is thirsty. A tear stands in my dull eye and, like the rain lingering in the murky sky, is slow to roll down.
White ducks have also become somewhat impatient. Some are sending out irritated quacks from the turbid waters of an urban creek. Some keep swimming leisurely and tirelessly like a slow boat. Some have their long necks submerged headfirst in the water while sticking up their orange webbed feet behind their tails and splashing them desperately so as to keep their balance. There is no knowing if they are searching for tiny bits of food from the bottom of the creek or just enjoying the chill of the deep water.
Some of them stagger out of the water and, to relieve their fatigue, begin to saunter up and down with a gentleman-like swagger in the shade of the willow trees. Then, they stand about to preen their white plumage carefully. Occasionally they give themselves a sudden shake or flap their long wings to let off water drops from among their feathers. One of them, after grooming itself, turns round its neck to rest on the back, then buries its long red beak under its wings and quietly closes its small black eyes tucked away among the white fine hair. Apparently it is getting ready to sleep. Poor little creature, is that the way you sleep?
The scene recalls to my mind the duckling raiser in my hometown. With a long bamboo pole in hand, he would look after a large flock of gosling-yellow ducklings moving about on the limpid water of a shallow brook flanked on both sides by green grass. How the little creatures jig-jigged the bamboo pole to scamper over field after field, hillside after hillside! When night fell, the duckling raiser would make his home in a tent-like bamboo shed. Oh, that is something of the distant past! Now, in this dusty country of ours, what I yearn for is to hear the drip-drop of rain beating against leaves.
When I look up at a gray misty pall of a low-hanging sky, some dust particles feel chilly on my face. A hawk, seemingly irked by the gloomy sky, swoops down sideways out of nowhere, with wings wide-spread and immovable, until it almost hits the hillock on the other side of the brook. But it soared skywards again with a loud flap. I am amazed by the tremendous size of its wings. And I also catch sight of the grizzled feathers on its underside.
Then I hear its loud cry - like a powerful voice from the bottom of its heart or a call in the dark for its comrades in arms.
But still no rain. |
| 2014 年 4 月 10 日 星期四 |
| you can't figure out why? |
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Have you ever known a married couple that just didn't seem as though they should fit together -- yet they are both happy in the marriage, and you can't figure out why?
I know of one couple: He is a burly ex-athlete who, in addition to being a successful salesman, coaches Little League, is active in his Rotary Club and plays golf every Saturday with friends. Meanwhile, his wife is petite（娇小的）, quiet and a complete Homebody（喜欢在家消遣的男人）. She doesn't even like to go out to dinner.
What mysterious force drives us into the arms of one person, while pushing us away from another who might appear equally desirable to any unbiased observer?
Of the many factors influencing our idea of the perfect mate, one of the most telling, according to John Money, professor emeritus of medical psychology and pediatrics at Johns Hopkins University, is what he calls our "love map" -- a group of messages encoded in our brains that describes our likes and dislikes. It shows our preferences in hair and eye color, in voice, smell, and body build. It also records the kind of personality that appeals to us, whether it's the warm and friendly type or the strong, silent type.
In short, we fall for and pursue those people who most clearly fit our love map. And this love map is largely determined in childhood. By age eight, the pattern for our ideal mate has already begun to float around in our brains.
When I lecture, I often ask couples in the audience what drew them to their dates or mates. Answers range from "She's strong and independent" and "I go for redheads" to "I love his sense of humor" and "That crooked smile, that's what did it."
Robert Winch, a longtime sociology professor at Northwestern University, stated in his research that our choice of a marriage partner involves a number of social similarities. But he also maintained that we look for someone with complementary needs. A talker is attracted to someone who likes to listen, or an aggressive personality may seek out a more passive partner.
However, there are instances where people of different social backgrounds end up getting married and being extremely happy. I know of one man, a factory worker from a traditional Irish family in Chicago, who fell in love with an African American Baptist. When they got married, their friends and relatives predicted a quick failure. But 25 years later, the marriage is still strong.
It turns out that the woman was like her mother-in-law -- a loving and caring person, the type who rolls up her sleeves and volunteers to work at church or help out people in need. This is the quality that her husband fell for, and it made color and religion and any other social factors irrelevant to him.
Or as George Burns, who was Jewish and married the Irish Catholic Gracie Allen, used to say: his marriage was his favorite gig, even though it was Gracie who got all the laughs. The two of them did share certain social similarities -- both grew up in the city, in large but poor families. Yet what really drew them together was evident from the first time they went onstage together. They complemented each other perfectly: he was the straight man, and she delivered the punch lines.
There are certainly such "odd couples" who could scarcely be happier. We all know some drop-dead beautiful person married to an unusually plain wallflower. This is a trade-off some call the equity theory.
When men and women possess a particular asset, such as high intelligence, unusual beauty, a personality that makes others swoon, or a hefty bankroll that has the same effect, some decide to trade their assets for someone else's strong points. The raging beauty may trade her luster for the power and security that come with big bucks. The not-so-talented fellow from a good family may swap his pedigree（血统，家族） for a poor but brilliantly talented mate.
Indeed, almost any combination can survive and thrive. Once, some neighbors of mine stopped by for a friendly social engagement. During the evening Robert, a man in his 50s, suddenly blurted out, "What would you say if your daughter planned to marry someone who has a ponytail and insisted on doing the cooking?"
"Unless your daughter loves cooking," I responded, "I'd say she was darn lucky."
"Exactly," his wife agreed. "It's really your problem, Robert -- that old macho thing rearing its head again. The point is, they're in love."
I tried to reassure Robert, pointing out that the young man their daughter had picked out seemed to be a relaxed, nonjudgmental sort of person -- a trait he shared with her own mother Classroom Management Software.
Is there such a thing as love at first sight? Why not? When people become love-struck, what happens in that instant is the couple probably discover a unique something they have in common. It could be something as mundane as they both were reading the same book or were born in the same town. At the same time they recognize some trait in the other that complements their own personality.
I happen to be one of those who were struck by the magic wand. On that fateful weekend, while I was a sophomore at Cornell University, I had a terrible cold and hesitated to join my family on vacation in the Catskill Mountains. Finally I decided anything would be better than sitting alone in my dormitory room Flower shop Hong Kong.
That night as I was preparing to go to dinner, my sister rushed up the stairs and said, "When you walk into that dining room, you're going to meet the man you'll marry."
I think I said something like "Buzz off!" But my sister couldn't have been more right. I knew it from the moment I saw him, and the memory still gives me goose flesh. He was a premed student, also at Cornell, who incidentally also had a bad cold. I fell in love with Milton the instant I met him.
Milt and I were married for 39 years, until his death in 1989. And all that time we experienced a love that Erich Fromm called a "feeling of fusion, of oneness," even while we both continued to change, grow and fulfill our lives DIY storage. |
| 2014 年 1 月 8 日 星期三 |
| 夢裏水鄉 |
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當秋之白華的愛情只剩一個背影時，秋盡了，秋影，一個不存在的影子，卻被深深的牽掛著，似乎朦朧的隱於細雨，秋獨有的細雨。在秋沒有涼的時候，對一個季節就會沒有感覺，就像等待愛情的秋，沒有所謂的纏綿細雨和蕭蕭紅葉。
如果說風霜已去，那些按捺不住的曾經早已滑落臉龐，如過去般疼痛，無法挽回時它就將成為回憶，成為一個季節的過去的影子，秋盡，秋卻沒有盡，所有的季節都有可能找到一絲秋的影子，一絲怎麼也抹不去的秋影，就像那句與桂花無意間的玩笑，銘記一個背影而已，那背影像極了白華，讓秋一次又一次的追憶，可惜不是，連影子都不是，水裏倒的是秋影，秋無奈的影。
梨花雨落，秋也無情，離去如影子一樣忽隱忽現，也似雲影般掠過，沒有痕跡，可，秋的愛卻如影隨形，恐怕這一生都難以忘懷，在影子的來來去去之間，掩飾不了卑微的無奈，想你，我只能在夢裏為你拭去眼角的淚光。秋的細雨，秋的紅葉，伴著走過這瀟瀟雨落的季節，卻似秋的影子讓心如這被雨飄打的落……怎麼也落不下的葉。恍惚跳下沒有底的懸崖，墜下很久才發現 自己沒跳到涯底，秋葉無盡的飄著，沒有留戀的影子顯得如此荒涼，雨落，也許該開始下一個秋季，下一個故事……
微涼的風，沒有秋的影子，就像院子裏的紅葉沒人去撿一樣，因為沒有秋的感覺，所以便不會隨風飄逐，河水輕流，紅葉帶著秋的影子穿梭在山間，會遇到哪個在溪邊浣洗的女子，紅葉題詩，相思紅葉飛滿天，紅葉輕輕滑過，隨溪水流向夢裏水鄉，那裏有沒有江南的白蓮，有沒有人間四月裏的雲煙。秋的影漸漸淡了，紅葉早已不知飄向何處，細細的雨催促著秋的離去，天涼了hk property agency。
蒼山已老，紅葉已碎，秋要帶著它唯一的心願去尋找紅葉了，順著溪水，順著浣洗女子的足跡，慢慢的找尋著。夢鄉，看到了紅葉的離去，因為不甘心只做你的影子，雖然如影隨形，卻一直看不到你的內心，感受不到你心中的秋。睜開雙眼卻是淚眼朦朧，原來不止止是我愛你，想了想離去的紅葉，秋要在飄雪之前找到她，天空涼風吹過，秋想葉越來越紅了吧，原本以為你會在原地等待，卻沒想要我跋涉千裏。相思楓葉丹，難道是上天的意願？秋呆呆的望著對面，忽然素衣的浣洗女子緩緩出現，仔細的看，秋看到了女子髮髻上那片朝思暮想的紅葉，忽然間就飛遍了滿天stanley property……
溪水靜靜的流淌……
還記得那句：隔河而望，是夢裏水鄉麼paper craft storage？ |
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