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2016年06月20日

fight against desertification

Chinese Vice Premier Wang Yang delivers a keynote speech at the opening ceremony of the World Day to Combat Desertification Global Observance and the "Belt & Road" Joint Action High-level Dialogue in Beijing, capital of China, June 17, 2016.
BEIJING, June 17 -- Vice Premier Wang Yang said on Friday that combating desertification is a shared responsibility that requires efforts from all countries.

As a nation confronted with severe challenges from desertification, China has taken effective measures to contain the spread of desertification, Wang said in his keynote speech when attending an activity featuring the fight against desertification.

The country will strengthen its efforts to preserve the environment and strive to build a beautiful China, he continued.

There is also a pressing need for countries along the Belt and Road to combat desertification, Wang said, while calling for deeper cooperation between related countries and international organizations.

He said China will continue to increase its input to help developing nations cope with desertification, thereby safeguarding the world's ecological security and promoting sustainable development.
  


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2016年05月24日

over the glass mountain

Long they rode, and on they rode, till they came to a dark and ugly glen Beauty Box. There they stopped and she alighted. At that moment she noticed a pin sticking in the hide of the Bull. She pulled it out and at once the Bull changed into the most handsome young knight she had ever seen. He thanked her for breaking his cruel enchantment.

  "But alas," said he, "you must stick the pin back into my skin, for before I can be finally released from this cruel spell, I must go and fight the devil. While I'm away Beauty Box, you must sit here on this stone and never move either your hands or your feet till I return. If everything about you changes to blue, I'll have won and this spell will be broken for ever, but if everything turns red, the devil will have conquered me and we'll never meet again."

  So the maiden did as the knight had told her, and stuck the pin into his skin. At once he changed back into the Black Bull and galloped off. She sat on the stone Beauty Box, and by and by everything around her turned blue. Overcome with joy, she lifted one foot and crossed it over the other.

  The Black Bull returned and looked for the lass, but he could not find her.

  Long she sat, and wept, until she was wearied. At last she got up and sadly went away, not knowing where she was going. On she wandered till she came to a great hill of glass that she tried to climb, but could not. Round the bottom of the hill she went, looking for a path over the hill, till at last she came to a smithy. The blacksmith promised, if she would serve him for seven years, to make her a pair of iron shoes, and with these she would be able to climb over the glass mountain.  


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2016年05月11日

By next winter

In order to protect the tiger from the hunters' arrows and spears seo company hong kong, the magistrate ordered a large copper pendent made to hang around the beast's neck. The words "Fu Chee" were engraved on the pendent meaning Tiger Son. To show her deep gratitude, Chen Ma knelt down in front of the magistrate and knocked her forehead three times. Then she led Fu Chee back to their home in the forest.

  By next winter, Fu Chee had grown into his maximum size. Chen Ma's hut was in danger of collapsin

  g whenever the tiger became playful thermage. Reluctantly, she allowed Fu Chee to make his home inside a cave nearby.

  However, the affectionate tiger came back to visit his adopted mother often, always bearing a gift in his mouth -- a dead deer or a large piece of tree branch. Also Woven Labels, he still liked to lick her shoes and to have his ears rubbed. Chen Ma's needs were being cared for just as if her natural son was still alive!

  After Chen Ma died at the ripe old age past one hundred, the hunters noticed Fu Chee guarded her tomb nightly. They left him unmolested as he had never attacked any humans or domestic animals. This went on for a number of years and then one day the tiger was seen no more.

  Out of deep respect and admiration for the filial tiger son, the hunters erected a small stone monument at Chen Ma's tomb with Fu Chee's story engraved on it. Henceforth, Fu Chee became a household legend in that part of Shanxi Province.  


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2016年04月08日

I appreciate your support

I recognize that you are busy with wars and tragedies and much larger conflicts than the ongoing dispute of one dysfunctional couple Quality hotels in Hong Kong. But it is my understanding that the health of the planet is affected by the health of every individual on it. As long as even two souls are locked in conflict, the whole of the world is contaminated by it. Similarly, if even one or two souls can be free from discord, this will increase the general health of the whole world, the way a few healthy cells in a body can increase the general health of that body.

It is my most humble request, then hk service apartments for rent, that you help us end this conflict, so that two more people can have the chance to become free and healthy, and so there will be just a little bit less animosity and bitterness in a world that is already far too troubled by suffering.

I thank you for your kind attention. Respectfully,

Elizabeth M. Gilbert

I read it to Iva, and she nodded her approval. "I would sign that," she said.

I handed the petition over to her with a pen ud zephyrus v2, but she was too busy driving, so she said, "No, let's say that I did just sign it. I signed it in my heart."


"Thank you, Iva. " "Now, who else would sign it?" she asked.

"My family. My mother and father. My sister."

"OK," she said. "They just did. Consider their names added. I actually felt them sign it. They're on the list now. OK--who else would sign it? Start naming names."

So I started naming names of all the people who I thought would sign this petition. I named all my close friends, then some family members and some people I worked with. After each name, Iva would say with assurance, "Yep. He just signed it," or "She just signed it." Sometimes she would pop in with her own signatories, like: "My parents just signed it. They raised their children during a war. They hate useless conflict. They'd be happy to see your divorce end."

I closed my eyes and waited for more names to come to me. "I think Bill and Hillary Clinton just signed it," I said.

"I don't doubt it," she said. "Listen, Liz--anybody can sign this petition. Do you understand

that? Call on anyone, living or dead, and start collecting signatures." "Saint Francis of Assisi just signed it!"

"Of course he did!" Iva smacked her hand against the steering wheel with certainty.  


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2016年03月01日

do that room get quiet

“I don’t know,” Miss Leefolt say, frowning at her cards, “With Raleigh starting his own business and tax season not for six months . . . things are real tight for us right now.”

Miss Hilly talk slow, like she spreading icing on a cake. “You just tell Raleigh every penny he spends on that bathroom he’ll get back when y’all sell this house.” She nod like she agreeing with herself. “All these houses they’re building without maid’s quarters? It’s just plain dangerous. Everybody knows they carry different kinds of diseases than we do. I double heatvape.”


I pick up a stack a napkins. I don’t know why, but all a sudden I want a hear what Miss Leefolt gone say to this. She my boss. I guess everbody wonder what they boss think a them.

“It would be nice,” Miss Leefolt say, taking a little puff a her cigarette, “not having her use the one in the house. I bid three spades diamond coral.”

“That’s exactly why I’ve designed the Home Help Sanitation Initiative,” Miss Hilly say. “As a disease-preventative measure.”

I’m surprised by how tight my throat get. It’s a shame I learned to keep down a long time ago.

Miss Skeeter look real confused. “The Home... the what?”

“A bill that requires every white home to have a separate bathroom for the colored help. I’ve even notified the surgeon general of Mississippi to see if he’ll endorse the idea. I pass.”

Miss Skeeter, she frowning at Miss Hilly. She set her cards down faceup and say real matter-a-fact, “Maybe we ought to just build you a bathroom outside, Hilly Managed Security.”

Miss Hilly say, “I don’t think you ought to be joking around about the colored situation. Not if you want to stay on as editor of the League, Skeeter Phelan.”

Miss Skeeter kind a laugh, but I can tell she don’t think it’s funny. “What, you’d . . . kick me out? For disagreeing with you?”

Miss Hilly raise a eyebrow. “I will do whatever I have to do to protect our town. Your lead, Mama.”

I go in the kitchen and don’t come out again till I hear the door close after Miss Hilly’s behind.

WHEN I KNOW Miss HILLY GONE, I put Mae Mobley in her playpen, drag the garbage bin out to the street cause the truck’s coming by today. At the top a the driveway, Miss Hilly and her crazy mama near bout back over me in they car, then yell out all friendly how sorry they is. I walk in the house, glad I ain’t got two new broken legs.

When I go in the kitchen, Miss Skeeter’s in there. She leaning against the counter, got a serious look on her face, even more serious than usual. “Hey, Miss Skeeter. I get you something?”

She glance out at the drive where Miss Leefolt’s talking to Miss Hilly through her car window. “No, I’m just . . . waiting.”

I dry a tray with a towel. When I sneak a look over, she’s still got her worried eyes on that window. She don’t look like other ladies, being she so tall. She got real high cheekbones. Blue eyes that turn down, giving her a shy way about her. It’s quiet, except for the little radio on the counter, playing the gospel station. I wish she’d go on out a here.  


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2016年02月23日

The cloud cover was low


Shadow remembered seeing the girl in Hennings Farm and Home Supplies, the flash of a shy blue-braced smile, how beautiful he had known she was going to be, one day. "I'll come," he said.

There were two dozen men and women waiting in the lobby of the fire station. Shadow recognized Hinzelmann, and several other faces looked familiar. There were police officers, and some men and women in the brown uniforms of the Lumber County Sheriff's departmentBusiness Broadband.

Chad Mulligan told them what Alison was wearing when she vanished (a scarlet snowsuit, green gloves, blue woollen hat under the hood of her snowsuit) and divided the volunteers into groups of three. Shadow, Hinzelmann, and a man named Brogan comprised one of the groups. They were reminded how short the daylight period was, told that if, God forbid, they found Alison's body they were not repeat not to disturb anything, just to radio back for help, but that if she was alive they were to keep her warm until help came.

They were dropped off out on County W. Hinzelmann, Brogan, and Shadow walked along the edge of a frozen creek. Each group of three had been issued a small handheld walkie-talkie before they left.


and the world was gray. No snow had fallen in the last thirty-six hours. Footprints stood out in the glittering crust of the crisp snow kangertech ecig.

Brogan looked like a retired army colonel, with his slim mustache and white temples. He told Shadow he was a retired high school principal. "I wasn't getting any younger. These days I still teach a little, do the school play-that was always the high point of the year anyhow-and now I hunt a little and have a cabin down on Pike Lake, spend too much time there." As they set out Brogan said, "On the one hand, I hope we find her. On the other, if she's going to be found, I'd be very grateful if it was someone else who got to find her, and not us. You know what I mean?"

Shadow knew exactly what he meant.

The three men did not talk much. They walked, looking for a red snowsuit, or green gloves, or a blue hat, or a white body. Now and again Brogan, who had the walkie-talkie, would check in with Chad Mulligan.

At lunchtime they sat with the rest of the search party on a commandeered school bus and ate hot dogs and drank hot soup. Someone pointed out a red-tailed hawk in a bare tree, and someone else said that it looked more like a falcon, but it flew away and the argument was abandoned.

Hinzelmann told them a story about his grandfather's trumpet, and how he tried playing it during a cold snap, and the weather was so cold outside by the barn, where his grandfather had gone to practice, that no music came out.

"Then after he came inside he put the trumpet down by the woodstove to thaw. Well, the family're all in bed that night and suddenly the unfrozen tunes start coming out of that trumpet. Scared my grandmother so much she nearly had kittens travel and tourism news."

The afternoon was endless, unfruitful, and depressing. The daylight faded slowly: distances collapsed and the world turned indigo and the wind blew cold enough to burn the skin on your face. When it was too dark to continue, Mulligan radioed to them to call it off for the evening, and they were picked up and driven back to the fire station.  


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2016年02月02日

You gave up something and got something else

As a matter of fact, supper was a pleasant meal. Brett wore a black, sleeveless evening dress. She looked quite beautiful. Mike acted as though nothing had happened. I had to go up and bring Robert Cohn down. He was reserved and formal, and his face was still taut and sallow, but he cheered up finally. He could not stop looking at Brett. It seemed to make him happy. It must have been pleasant for him to see her looking so lovely, and know he had been away with her and that every one knew it. They could not take that away from him. Bill was very funny. So was Michael. They were good together Laser Sticker.


It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Under the wine I lost the disgusted feeling and was happy. It seemed they were all such nice people.

I do not know what time I got to bed. I remember undressing, putting on a bathrobe, and standing out on the balcony. I knew I was quite drunk, and when I came in I put on the light over the head of the bed and started to read. I was reading a book by Turgenieff. Probably I read the same two pages over several times. It was one of the stories in "A Sportsman's Sketches." I had read it before, but it seemed quite new. The country became very clear and the feeling of pressure in my head seemed to loosen. I was very drunk and I did not want to shut my eyes because the room would go round and round. If I kept on reading that feeling would pass reenex.

I heard Brett and Robert Cohn come up the stairs. Cohn said good night outside the door and went on up to his room. I heard Brett go into the room next door. Mike was already in bed. He had come in with me an hour before. He woke as she came in, and they talked together. I heard them laugh. I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep. It was not necessary to read any more. I could shut my eyes without getting the wheeling sensation. But I could not sleep. There is no reason why because it is dark you should look at things differently from when it is light. The hell there isn't!

I figured that all out once, and for six months I never slept with the electric light off. That was another bright idea. To hell with women, anyway. To hell with you, Brett Ashley Enterprise Data Backup.

Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had been having Brett for a friend. I had not been thinking about her side of it. I had been getting something for nothing. That only delayed the presentation of the bill. The bill always came. That was one of the swell things you could count on.

I thought I had paid for everything. Not like the woman pays and pays and pays. No idea of retribution or punishment. Just exchange of values.Or you worked for something. You paid some way for everything that was any good.

I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it. You could get your money's worth. The world was a good place to buy in. It seemed like a fine philosophy. In five years, I thought, it will seem just as silly as all the other fine philosophies I've had.  


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2016年01月20日

so fixedly contrasting with the rest



The sea of black and threatening waters, and of destructiveupheaving of wave against wave, whose depths were yet unfathomed andwhose forces were yet unknown. The remorseless sea of turbulentlyswaying shapes, voices of vengeance, and faces hardened in thefurnaces of suffering until the touch of pity could make no mark onthem HKUE DSE.

But, in the ocean of faces where every fierce and furious expressionwas in vivid life, there were two groups of faces- each seven innumber- that never did searoll which bore more memorable wrecks with it.

Seven faces ofprisoners, suddenly released by the storm that had burst their tomb,were carried high overhead: all scared, all lost, all wondering andamazed, as if the Last Day were come, and those who rejoiced aroundthem were lost spirits. Other seven faces there were, carriedhigher, seven dead faces, whose drooping eyelids and half-seen eyesawaited the Last Day. Impassive faces, yet with a suspended- not anabolished- expression on them; faces, rather, in a fearful pause, ashaving yet to raise the dropped lids of the eyes, and bear witnesswith the bloodless lips, "THOU DIDST IT HKUE ENG!"

Seven prisoners released, seven gory heads on pikes, the keys of theaccursed fortress of the eight strong towers, some discoveredletters and other memorials of prisoners of old time, long dead ofbroken hearts, such, and such-like, the loudly echoing footsteps ofSaint Antoine escort through the Paris streets in mid-July, onethousand seven hundred and eighty-nine.

Now, Heaven defeat the fancyof Lucie Darnay, and keep these feet far out of her life! For, theyare headlong, mad, and dangerous; and in the years so long after thebreaking of the cask at Defarge's wine-shop door, they are noteasily purified when once stained red HKUE ENG.

HAGGARD SAINT ANTOINE had had only one exultant week, in which tosoften his modicum of hard and bitter bread to such extent as hecould, with the relish of fraternal embraces and congratulations, whenMadame Defarge sat at her counter, as usual, presiding over thecustomers. Madame Defarge wore no rose in her head, for the greatbrotherhood of Spies had become, even in one short week, extremelychary of trusting themselves to the saint's mercies. The lampsacross his streets had a portentously elastic swing with them.  


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2015年12月16日

た藩邸などを


The turnkey fired the little pile, which blazed high and hot.Stooping again to come out at the low-arched door, they left itburning, and retraced their way to the courtyard; seeming to recovertheir sense of hearing as they came down, until they were in theraging flood once more.

They found it surging and tossing, in quest of Defarge himself.Saint Antoine was clamorous to have its wine-shop keeper foremost inthe guard upon the governor who had defended the Bastille and shot thepeople. Otherwise, the governor would not be marched to the Hotel deVille for judgment. Otherwise, the governor would escape, and thepeople's blood (suddenly of some value, after many years ofworthlessness) be unavenged water purifier hong kong.

In the howling universe of passion and contention that seemed toencompass this grim old officer conspicuous in his grey coat and reddecoration, there was but one quite steady figure, and that was awoman's. "See, there is my husband!" she cried, pointing him out. "SeeDefarge!" She stood immovable close to the grim old officer, andremained immovable close to him; remained immovable close to himthrough the streets, as Defarge and the rest bore him along;remained immovable close to him when he was got near hisdestination, and began to be struck at from behind; remained immovableclose to him when the long-gathering rain of stabs and blows fellheavy; was so close to him when he dropped dead under it, that,suddenly animated, she put her foot upon his neck, and with hercruel knife-long ready-hewed off his head HairWorks.

The hour was come, when Saint Antoine was to execute his horribleidea of hoisting up men for lamps to show what he could be and do.Saint Antoine's blood was up, and the blood of tyranny anddomination by the iron hand was down- down on the steps of the Hotelde Ville where the governor's body lay- down on the sole of the shoeof Madame Defarge where she had trodden on the body to steady it formutilation. "Lower the lamp yonder!" cried Saint Antoine, afterglaring round for a new means of death; "here is one of his soldiersto be left on guard!" The swinging sentinel was posted, and the searushed on diamond coral.  


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2015年12月08日

昔の小学校


今は、その姿を消しつつあるようだ。
薪(まき)を背負い、熱心に読書しながら歩いている姿は勤勉の模範とされる。
明治14年に出版された二宮金次郎の伝記的な書『報徳記』に
「『大学』の書を懐にして、途中歩みなから是を誦し、少も怠らず」
と出てく願景村 洗腦る。
このように書かれているが、どうも時代背景から言って、
読みながら歩くことはしていなかっただろうと言われる。

二宮金次郎は、当時人気の人物だったのだろう。
明治24年の幸田露伴の著書『二宮尊徳翁』の挿絵に、
狩野派の小林永興が、やはり薪を背負った尊徳像を入れた。
これでイメージが定着したようだ。
その構図のヒントになったのは中国の故事にならった「朱買臣図(しゅばいしんず)」。
薪を肩に担ぎ、歩きながら本を読んでいるのは、やはり似願景村 洗腦ている。

また、幸田露伴がヒントにしたのではないかと言われているのは、
イギリスのジョン・バンヤンが著した『天路歴程』の挿絵。
旅の巡礼らしい人物が重いものを背負い、
聖書を読みながら歩を進めているというもの。
これも似ている。

二宮金次郎が読んでいる本は、
上記にある通り「四書五経」の『大学』らしい。
『大学』は、「正心、修身、斉家、治国」を説くもの。
尊徳が、小田原藩の分家領地の農村改革は、それらの思想で成されたと言われている。
まさに彼の思想に近い。

以前、二宮金次郎の姿は、勤勉の象徴だったが、
今は、ちょっと違う。この姿に重なるのは、
歩きスマホは、やめまし益生菌ょう?  


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