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立人乡村图书馆(http://www.xctsg.org)

从JX的blog看到他转的3个支持乡村图书馆的链接。觉得非常好。身边有很多朋友很愿意将不用的书捐出去或者通过合适的途径捐款去帮助有需要的孩子,但同时对“大众”的公益项目持怀疑态度),或者因为手续繁琐一放再放。所以这里就转列了JX的博文和捐赠的链接。其中的幸福书屋我用了,方便快捷,网上银行,支付宝等都支持。之后就是希望整理旧书捐给“立人乡村图书馆项目”,完全民间的志愿者。
如果看到的朋友能将之上的链接转发,就更好了。
 
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下文是私自从JX老大 blog转载过来。钦佩,JX在繁忙工作之余还能坚持做N年志愿者,希望他的愿望实现。
 
“中国古人云:“书中自有黄金屋,书中自有颜如玉”。培根云:“读史使人明智,读诗使人灵透…”
作为成长自一个山村的我,深刻明白知识对于偏远山区的孩子们的重要性。我人生的目标之一就是在有生之年建立一个基金,专门在山区建立图书馆。
令我欣喜的是,最近一年,我发现以建立图书馆为目标的项目已经在不断涌现。比如新闻出版总署牵头的农家书屋(
http://www.zgnjsw.gov.cn)、中国人口福利基金会和微软MSN主办的幸福书屋(http://love2010.msn.cn)、民间的立人乡村图书馆(http://www.xctsg.org等等。以微软为技术支持的幸福书屋在捐款方式上非常方便,通过网上银行或者手机就可以完成捐款。我在幸福书屋捐了一些款,一分钟就完成了。
我正在考虑处理自己原来积累的一些图书,差点就当废纸卖掉了。我想整理一下捐给立人乡村图书馆项目。这个项目完全是靠民间的志愿者,支撑它运作的是热心和社会责任感。大家如果有有价值的书,不妨捐到这里来。”
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无题

 
盖闻室满琴书,乐知心之交集;床联风雨,常把臂以言欢。是以席地班荆,衷肠宜吐,他山攻玉,声气相通,每观有序之雁行,时切附光于骥尾。某某等编开砚北,烛剪窗西,或笔下纵横,或理窥堂奥。青年握手,雷陈之高谊共钦;白水旌心,管鲍之芳尘宜步。停云落月,隔河山而不爽斯盟,旧雨春风,历岁月而各坚其志。毋以名利相倾轧,毋以才德而骄矜。义结金兰,在今日既神明对誓,辉生竹林,愿他年当休戚相关。谨序。
 
盖闻诗歌伐木,足征求友之殷;易卜断金,早见知交之笃。是以璇闺绣闼,既 声气之互通;蠹间鸡窗,亦观摩之相得。爰联芝谊,籍订兰交,执牛耳之同盟,效雁门而有序。某某等风前待月,花里闭门,或咏絮吟诗,才夸夫道韫;或辑书著史,技擅于班昭。铜钵敲余,话到更阑之候;玉杯对影,邀来明月之辉。气凛风霜,勿效桃花之轻薄;床联风雨,宜矢松柏之坚贞。不以才相先,不以貌相傲,不以形迹之疏而狐疑莫释,不以声名之异而鹤怨频来。数株之栀子同心,九畹之芝兰结契,对神明而永誓,愿休戚之相关。谨序。
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新年好

新年好呀,

新年好呀,

祝贺大家新年好;

我们唱歌,

我们跳舞,

祝贺大家新年好

 

鞭炮,礼花,掌声,拥抱,香槟,大声的唱着~~~~2010,welcome   

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转载:是的 帕吉尼娅 圣诞老人是有的

梅姑娘blog上的一篇。非常喜欢,就擅自转来了。
 
1897年,一名叫 Virginia O’Hanlon的小孩就心中的这一疑问给纽约太阳报写了一封信。对于这样一封信,太阳报的编辑Francis P. Church进行了诚恳的回复。从此,每当圣诞节来临之际,太阳报上总要刊登这个小孩Virginia O’Hanlon的来信及当时编辑Francis P. Church的回复:

Dear Editor:

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it’s so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Signed Virginia O’Hanlon

The answer as published in the New York Sun was:

Virginia, your little friends are wrong.

They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

 

这是美国新闻史上最有名的一篇杜论。虽然距今已有一百多年了,但是,每当圣诞节来临,在美国各地的报纸、杂志,总要重新刊登一次。

记者先生:
我8岁。
我的朋友里边,有的小孩说“圣诞老人是没有的”。
我问爸爸,爸爸说,“去问《太阳报》看,报社说有,那就真的有了。”
因此,拜托了,请告诉我,圣诞老人真的有吗?
帕吉尼娅,欧汉劳恩纽约市西95街115号。

帕吉尼娅,让我们来回答你的问题。
你的朋友说没有圣诞老人,那是错的。
在那个孩子的心中,肯定是染上了现时流行的什么都怀疑的习性。
什么都怀疑的人,只相信眼睛看得见的东西。
什么都怀疑的人,是心地狭窄的人。因为心地狭窄,不懂的东西就很多。虽然那样,还断定自己不懂的事情都是谎话。
不过,人的心这个东西,大人也好,小孩也好,本来是非常小的啊。
在我们居住的这个无限广阔的宇宙里,我们人的智慧,就像一条小虫那样,是的,就像蚂蚁一样小。
要想推测广阔的,深奥的世界,就需要能够理解所有事物、了解所有事物巨大的、深邃的智慧。
是的,帕吉尼娅,圣诞老人是有的,这绝不是谎话。在这个世界上,如同有爱、有同情心、有诚实一样,圣诞老人也确确实实是有的。
你大概也懂得吧,正是充满这个世界的爱、诚实,才使你的生活变得美好了,快乐了。
假如没有圣诞老人,这个世界该是多么黑暗,多么寂寞!
就像没有你这样可爱的孩子,世界不可想象一样,没有圣诞老人的世界,也是不可想象的。
没有圣诞老人来减轻我们痛苦的孩子般的信赖、诗、爱情故事,也许全都没有了。我们人类能体味得到的喜悦,大概只剩下眼睛能看到的、手能摸到的、身体能感觉到的东西了。并且,儿童时代充满世界的光明,说不定也会全都消失了。
怎么说没有圣诞老人呢?
不相信有圣诞老人,和不相信有妖精是一样的。
试试看,诞圣节前夜,让爸爸给你雇一个侦探,让他监视一下全纽约的烟囱怎么样?也许能抓住圣诞老人噢!
但是,即使看不到从烟囱里出来的圣诞老人的身影,那能证明什么呢?
没有人看见圣诞老人。可是,那不能证明没有圣诞老人。
因为,这个世界上最真实的东西,是孩子的眼睛、大人的眼睛都看不见的东西。
帕吉尼娅,你看到过妖精在草地上跳舞吗?肯定没有吧。虽然如此,也不能说妖精是胡编的瞎话。
这个世界上某些看不见的东西,不能看到的东西,绝不是人们在头脑中创造出来的,想象出来的。
我们能分解婴儿的哗啷棒,看它的声音是怎样出来的,里面是怎样组装的;但是,眼睛看不见那遮盖着世界的大幕,不管有多大力气的人,不,即使全世界的大力士一起上,也是拉不开的。
只有信赖、想象力、诗、爱、爱情,才能在某一个时刻,把它拉开,看到大幕后面的、无法形容的、美好的、闪闪发光的东西。
那样美好、闪光的东西,难道是人们编造的瞎话吗?
不,帕吉尼娅,那么确实,那么永恒的东西,就存在于这个世界之上。
说没有圣诞老人?
哪儿的话!让我们高兴的是,圣诞老人的确存在。不止如此,他大概永远不会死亡。
一千年以后,一百万年以后,圣诞老人也会同现在一样,让孩子们的心高兴起来。”

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trifle again

1. 宝贝外甥熬熙来小朋友2岁整,睡觉时还会说梦话。梦中经常喃喃:“汽车~~~”或者,“推土车”…“起重车"….
都是车。呵呵,两岁小男孩儿的梦,会是什么颜色呢?
 
宝宝喜欢看动画片,我问姐姐他懂么?姐姐说不知道。不过有时看着还会咯咯的乐出声来。他的小脑瓜怎么解释这些呢
 
2.姐姐最近有些担忧,说宝宝没什么兴致,一天到晚都很安静。原来虽然安静,但是也不停的跑来跑去,看到小朋友会很兴奋,看到滑梯啊什么的迫不及待的冲过去。现在是即使把他放到滑梯都懒得滑下来,到了游乐场所就是安静的看着,弯腰摸摸小草,看看小朋友…. “虽然我和你姐夫都比较安静,但是,小孩子爱玩儿的天性不应该这样啊”
原来小朋友来抢玩具他还护着,姐姐说了一次别总自己玩儿,也给小弟弟玩儿,他就彻底放权了。谁拿玩具都没关系,别人拿走了也不要回来。真的无为了。。。
我不知道2岁的孩子在想什么
 
3.某天想性格特征什么的困惑中。MSN问阳阳,十年的朋友了,你印象里的我是啥样子,特点是什么
结果这姐姐特真诚特认真的告诉我:“毕毕,你可以好好看看星座解析。”
恨不得一头撞死
 
 
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If Today Was Your Last Day

                                      –Nickelback
 
My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day’s a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
 
If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day
 
Against the grain should be a way of life
What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts ’cause there’s no second try
So live like you’ll never live it twice
Don’t take the free ride in your own life
 
If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear of the noun, the God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day
 
If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it’s never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
‘Cause you can’t rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin’ stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side
If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
 
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear of the noun, the God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day
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