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·以热爱中華民國祖国为荣!!!
·要興中國廢五星.鐮刀賊黨是蘇奴.中華人民要正名.中華民國是祖國!
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·低級的
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·平等和諧選總統.全民公投要民主.全國統一行憲政.自由民主大道行!
·識正寫正好傳統.是誰不讓學漢字.中國優美好國字.怎麼不能學一學?
·共產大陸人患的心理病:下意識歧視中國人,下意識排斥自己民族!!!
·民族自治不是問題.共產黨專政才是問題的根源!!!
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黃昏印象---給思念的友人

早上突然想到學校的繳款單,放鞋櫃上很久都忘了,可是一看剛好過了上周五的最後期限,只好下午休個假,到銀行跑一趟罷;可是要等中午菩提道次廣論的課上完才能走,最近已經研討完了上士道的「忍辱度」(忍之差別:耐怨害忍,安受苦忍,思擇法忍..等等)進入「精進度」,不由得想起一些人..把一把刀刃時掛在心上的一群人,有點想念他們阿!尤其今天的天空是陰沉沉的雨天,腦中浮現起IOWA夏日黃昏的景色,散步在行政大樓前的廣大綠色的草地上,鐘聲響時,伴著天空金黃色的雲,真是溫暖;或是Aberdeen下午的陽光,令人懶洋洋的昏沉…。
   因為想起了那些辯論的友人,雖然只有幾天的接觸,但也是令人會想念阿!在「小王子」的故事裏,我最喜歡的兩段是有關玫瑰花和小狐貍的故事,狐貍的馴養是朋友的情誼,書裏是這樣寫的:(因為是英譯本,只好抄英文)給一些思念的友人。
   chapter 21
   It was then that the fox appeared.

   “Good morning,” said the fox..
   “Good morning” the little price responded politely, although when he tuned around he saw nothing.
   “I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”
   “Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”
   “I am a fox,” the fox said.
   “Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince. “I am so unhappy.”
   “I can not play with you” the fox said. “I am not tamed.”
   “Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince. But after some thought, he added:
   “Where does the mean-’tame’?’’
   “You do not live here,” said the fox. “What is it that you are looking for?”
   “I am looking for men,” said that the little prince. “What does that mean-’tame’?”
   “Men,” said the fox. “They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking chickens?”
   “NO,” said that little price. “I am looking for friends. What does the men-’tame’?”
   “It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. “It means to establish ties.”
   “’To establish ties’?”
   “Just that,”? said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the worlds. To you, I shall be unique in all the worlds…”
   ‘I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is a flower…I think that she has tamed me…’
   “It is possible,” said the fox. “On the Earth one sees all sorts of things.”
   “Oh, but this is not on the Earth!” said the little Prince.
   The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious. “On the other planet?”
   “Yes.”
   “Are there hunters on that planet?”
   “No”
   “Are there Hungers on that plant?’
   ‘No.”
   “Ah, that is interesting! Are there Chickens?’
   “No.”
   “Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox. But he cam back his idea.
   “My life is very monotonous, he said. “I hunt and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun cam to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is on no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…”
   The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
   “Please-tame me!” he said.
   “I want to, very much,” the little prince replied. “But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”
   “One only understands the things that one teams,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where on can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you went a friend, tame me…”
   “What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince.
   “You must be very patient.” Replied the fox. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me-like that-in the glass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day…”
   The next day the little prince came back.
   “It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. ‘If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at the three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advance. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready greet you…One must observe the proper rites...”
   “What is a rite?” asked the little prince.
   “Those also are actions too often neglected,” said the fox. “They are what make one day different from the other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just anytime, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all.”
   So the little prince tamed the fox. And When the hour of his departure drew near-
   “Ah,” said the fox, “ I shall cry.”
   “It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “ I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you…”
   “Yes, that is so,” said the fox.
   “But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.
   “Yes, that is so,” said the fox.
   “Then it has done you no good at all!
   “It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.” And then he added: ‘Go and look at again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the worlds. Then come back to say Good bye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.”
   The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. “You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the words.
   And the roses were very much embarrassed.
   “You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “Once could not die for you. To be sure, and ordinary passed bye would think hat my rose looked just like you-the rose that belongs to me. But in the herself alone she is more important then all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars; (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted., or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.”
   And he went back to meet the fox.
   “Good bye,” he said.
   “Good bye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
   “What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be should to remember.
   “It is the time you have devoted to your rose that makes your rose so import.”
   “It is the time I have devoted to for my rose-” said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
   “Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible for your rose…” “I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
   早安-祝各位大大有愉快的一天!!!

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