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名人信仰箴言

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 01:23:00 +0000

牛顿 Sir Isaac Newton（英．物理学家及数学家）：

　　　　这极其美丽的宇宙系统，只能由于大智大能者的管辖下而产生。
　　　　若无任何其他证据证明上帝的存在，单单大拇指这一项就可说服我相信。
　　　　若我(对社会)曾有什么新贡献和新发现，那不是因为我有什么天才，而是我较有耐心研究。

爱因斯坦 Albert Einstein（美．物理学家）：

　　　　科学只能确定怎样，而不能确定该怎样。其范畴之外，各种价值的判断仍是必需的。
　　　　最美丽的东西是神秘的。它是艺术与科学的根源。
　　　　我们对生命只有两种看法：全非神迹，或都是神迹。我相信后者。

特那 Dwight Dana（美．地质学家）：

　　　　科学与圣经没有实际的冲突，大自然与圣经两部书的作者都是同一位神。
　　　　相信上帝，接受新知，你迟早发现一切原本就极之和谐，并不相互矛盾。

居里夫人 Marie Curie（法．物理学家）：

　　　　在我的生平中，自然界的新奇令我如小孩般欢欣。

屈莫斯基 Noam Chomsky（美．语言学家）：

　　　　每提及意志及决心的问题，人类的科学茫无所获。

海灵顿 Michael Harrington（美．政治科学家）：

　　　　假如只有科技进步，社会毫不长进，这将是人类更大的不幸。

海森宝 Werner Heisenberg（德．物理学家）：

　　　　目前的科学观念仅可涵盖极有限的真理。

勒尼可夫 Paul Reznikoff（美．医学家）：

　　　　科学与宗教应该无冲突，因为它们的目的完全不同；科学寻找「什么」，宗教寻找「为什么」。

哈微 Walter Harvey（美．教师）：

　　　　大自然是一部上帝的著作。

特伟士 Elmer Davis（美．作家）：

　　　　没有人可用酒精灯证明贝多芬第五交响曲的美丽。

皮尔司 Charles Sanders Peirce（美．数学逻辑家）：

　　　　科学的推论不能掩饰其仅是较高的或然率而已。

霍瞿逊 Leonard Hodgson（英．宗教家）：

　　　　科学告诉我们到达目的的方法，而不能告诉我们目的的本身。

斐可克 Thomas Love Peacock（英．作家）：

　　　　我近乎认为思索科学的终极宿命是灭绝人类。

罗素 G.W. Russell（爱尔兰．诗人）：

　　　　不科学的人才会信唯物论，因为他们思想迟钝；大自然中遍满神的足迹，他们居然不察，可见眼目昏花。

但丁 Dante（意．诗人）：

　　　　大自然是上帝的艺术作品。

朴妲 William L. Poteat（美．教育家）：

　　　　科学给人能力而非目的。若用于好的目的，它是个祝福，坏的目的则是个咒诅。

沙利文 J.W.N. Sullivan（美．数学家）：

　　　　否认宇宙有奥秘的人，非但不能陈述科学观点，且很快不能明白科学。

慕勒 Herbert J. Muller（美．生物学家）：

　　　　只有那些把人看为肥料的，才会满足于说人只是某些化学元素而已。

孟格 T. T. Munger（美．宗教家）：

　　　　科学不能决定来源，所以也不能决定归宿。它对创造只提出局部的知识，所以对一切所造之物，也只有局部的知识。

林白 Charles A. Lindbergh（美．飞行家）：

　　　　科学家的悲剧是，不能保证自己的发现被用于有建设的目标上。

伯特勒 Samuel Butler（英．作家）：

　　　　真正的科学家是在寻找探索上帝的道路。

布什 Vannevar Bush（美．科学家）：

　　　　追求科学不是低贬灵界之事。

萨诺夫 David Sarnoff（美．工业家）：

　　　　原子能用于和平；但人自己仍是这地球上最大的奇迹和最大的难题

司马哈斯 Arthur F. Smethurst（英．学者）：

　　　　我们不能说半磅的美丽或两寸的勇敢，就知道用科学来描述艺术或道德有多荒谬。

朴平 Michael Pupin（美．发明家）：

　　　　看这些牛，请记得世界上最伟大的科学家还未发现青草怎样变为牛奶。

乃特 David Knight（美．地质学家）：

　　　　科学是人的活动，不是通往真理的坦途；身为凡人就是只能认识局部。

卡佛 George Washington Carver（美．发明家）：

　　　　我喜将自然界作为无限的广播站。只要我们收听，上帝就不息地对我们说话。

朴柏 Sir Karl Popper（奥．科学哲理家）：

　　　　科学可说是有系统地过度简化的艺术。

蒙忒 Michel de Montaigne（法．散文家）：

　　　　有科学而无良知是灵魂的死亡。

司打尼斯劳 Stanislaus（波兰．监督）：

　　　　科学委实只是明智与理解。

可莱 Samuel Coley（英．宗教家）：

　　　　无神科学家学习自然只好似弥尔顿的女儿，能将希伯来文正确发音，而完全不理解它的意思。

蒙忒 Michel de Montaigne（法．散文家）：

　　　　不要干扰自然界，她较我们更了解自己的事。

狄斯拉里 Benjamin Disraehi（英．首相）：

　　　　人若只专注一面，常会将世上普通的事情通过自己的有色眼镜窥视。

陶纳 R. H. Tawney（英．历史学家）：

　　　　人类会从大自然中汲取秘密，而用此知识来消灭自己。

亨利 Philip Henry（英．哲学家）：

　　　　认为科学与宗教实有冲突的人，不是对科学认识肤浅，就是对宗教无知。

格莱 Asa Gray（美．植物学家）：

　　　　科学建筑在信(宇宙间)有秩序，宗教建筑在信(宇宙间)有一位设立秩序的主宰，两者的信心不能划分。

拉克 David Lack（英．动物学家）：

　　　　很多人将科学与道德、真理、美丽、个人责任和良知混为一谈，其实科学并不研究这些，它的本质根本不是研究这些的。

韦特 J. Gustav White（美．心理学家）：

　　　　用显微镜观察人脑，找不到人心；用望远镜观察星球，也看不见上帝。

杨氏 Edward Young（英．诗人）：

　　　　不敬神的天文学家是疯子。

维丘 Rudolf Virchow（德．病理学家）：

　　　　科学与宗教并不冲突，因为两者分属不同范畴。

高希得勒 Arthur Koestler（英．文学家）：

　　　　科学在宇宙中寻求定律与秩序，所以在根本上也是宗教的活动。

倪黑 Joseph Needham（英．生物化学家）：

　　　　从事科学工作之处也是祈祷之处。

范氏 John Venn（英．数学家）：

　　　　人靠理性无法绝对客观正确。

洛斯坦 Jean Rostand（法．生物学家）：

　　　　依照现在的趋势，不久将会有人告诉我们，某些科学的错误较真理更有价值。

Ordinary Miracle

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 10:35:00 +0000

It’s not that usual when everything is beautiful
It’s just another ordinary miracle today

The sky knows when its time to snow
You don’t need to teach a seed to grow
It’s just another ordinary miracle today

Life is like a gift they say
Wrapped up for you everyday
Open up and find a way
To give some of your own

Isn’t it remarkable?
Like every time a raindrop falls
It’s just another ordinary miracle today

Birds in winter have their fling
And always make it home by spring
It’s just another ordinary miracle today

When you wake up everyday
Please don’t throw your dreams away
Hold them close to your heart
Cause we are all a part
Of the ordinary miracle

Ordinary miracle
Do you want to see a miracle?

Its seems so exceptional
Things just work out after all
It’s just another ordinary miracle today

The sun comes up and shines so bright
It disappears again at night
It’s just another ordinary miracle today

It’s just another ordinary miracle today

Waiting-1

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 02:52:00 +0000

By Margaret S. Gatty

"It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait..."Lam 3:26

It was, doubtless, a very sorry life the House Cricket led, before houses were built and fires were kindled. There was no comfortable kitchen-hearth, then, in the warm nooks and corners of which he might sit and sing his cheerful songs, coming out every now and then to bask himself in the glow of heat, had no place to shelter in but holes in hollow trees, or crevices in rocks and stones, or some equally dull and damp abode. Besides which, he had to bear the incessant taunts and ridicule of creatures who were perfectly comfortable themselves, and so had no fellow-feeling for his want of cheerfulness.

“why don’t you go and spring about, and sing in the fields with your cousin, the Grasshopper?” was the ill-natured question of the Spider, as she twisted her web in one of the refuge-holes the Cricket had crept into; “I am sure your legs are long enough, if you would only take the trouble to undouble them. It’s nothing but a sulky discontented feeling that keeps you and all your family moping in these out-of-the-way corners, when you ought to be using your limbs in jumping about and enjoying yourself. And I dare say, too, that you could sing a great deal louder if you chose.”

The Cricket thought perhaps he could- but he must feel very differently to what he did then, before it would be possible to try. Something was so very very wrong with him, but what that something was he did not know. All the other beasts and birds and insects seemed easy and happy enough. The Spider, for instance, was quite at home and gay in the hole he found so dismal.

And it was not the Spider only who was contented: the Flies- the Bees-the Ants-the very Mole, who sometimes came up from borrowing, and told wonderful stories of his underground delights- the birds with their merry songs-the huge beasts, who walked about like giants in the fields-all-all-were satisfied with their condition, and happy in themselves. Every one had the home he liked, and no one envied the other.

Children are Children!

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 07:16:00 +0000

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noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:38:00 +0000

19 恣蚊饱血　　吴猛

　　晋朝濮阳人，八岁时就懂得孝敬父母。家里贫穷，没有蚊帐，蚊虫叮咬使父亲不能安睡。每到夏夜，吴猛总是赤身坐在父亲床前，任蚊虫叮咬而不驱赶，担心蚊虫离开自己去叮咬父亲。

20 扼虎救父　　杨香

　　晋朝人。十四岁时随父亲到田间割稻，忽然跑来一只猛虎，把父亲扑倒叼走，杨香手无寸铁，为救父亲，全然不顾自己的安危，急忙跳上前，用尽全身气力扼住猛虎的咽喉。猛虎终于放下父亲跑掉了

21 哭竹生笋　　孟宗

　　三国时江夏人，少年时父亡，母亲年老病重，医生嘱用鲜竹笋做汤。适值严冬，没有鲜笋，孟宗无计可施，独自一人跑到竹林里，扶竹哭泣。少顷，他忽然听到地裂声，只见地上长出数茎嫩笋。孟宗大喜，采回做汤，母亲喝了后果然病愈。后来他官至司空。

22 尝粪忧心　　庾黔娄

　　南齐高士，任孱陵县令。赴任不满十天，忽觉心惊流汗，预感家中有事，当即辞官返乡。回到家中，知父亲已病重两日。医生嘱咐说：“要知道病情吉凶，只要尝一尝病人粪便的味道，味苦就好。” 黔娄于是就去尝父亲的粪便，发现味甜，内心十分忧虑，夜里跪拜北斗星，乞求以身代父去死。几天后父亲死去，黔娄安葬了父亲，并守制三年。

23 弃官寻母　　朱寿昌

　　宋代天长人，七岁时，生母刘氏被嫡母（父亲的正妻）嫉妒，不得不改嫁他人，五十年母子音信不通。神宗时，朱寿昌在朝做官，曾经刺血书写《金刚经》，行四方寻找生母，得到线索后，决心弃官到陕西寻找生母，发誓不见母亲永不返回。终于在陕州遇到生母和两个弟弟，母子欢聚，一起返回，这时母亲已经七十多岁了

24 涤亲溺器　　黄庭坚

　　北宋分宁（今江西修水）人，著名诗人、书法家。虽身居高位，侍奉母亲却竭尽孝诚，每天晚上，都亲自为母亲洗涤溺器（便桶），没有一天忘记儿子应尽的职责。

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noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:25:00 +0000

13 扇枕温衾　　黄香

　　东汉江夏安陆人，九岁丧母，事父极孝。酷夏时为父亲扇凉枕席；寒冬时用身体为父亲温暖被褥。少年时即博通经典，文采飞扬，京师广泛流传“天下无双，江夏黄童”。安帝（107-125年）时任魏郡（今属河北）太守，魏郡遭受水灾，黄香尽其所有赈济灾民。著有《九宫赋》、《天子冠颂》等。

14 拾葚异器　　蔡顺

　　汉代汝南（今属河南）人，少年丧父，事母甚孝。当时正值王莽之乱，又遇饥荒，柴米昂贵，只得拾桑葚母子充饥。一天，巧遇赤眉军，义军士兵厉声问道：“为什么把红色的桑葚和黑色的桑葚分开装在两个篓子里？”蔡顺回答说：“黑色的桑葚供老母食用，红色的桑葚留给自己吃。” 赤眉军怜悯他的孝心，送给他三斗白米，一头牛，带回去供奉他的母亲，以示敬意。

15 涌泉跃鲤　　姜诗

　　东汉四川广汉人，娶庞氏为妻。夫妻孝顺，其家距长江六七里之遥，庞氏常到江边取婆婆喜喝的长江水。婆婆爱吃鱼，夫妻就常做鱼给她吃，婆婆不愿意独自吃，他们又请来邻居老婆婆一起吃。一次因风大，庞氏取水晚归，姜诗怀疑她怠慢母亲，将她逐出家门。庞氏寄居在邻居家中，昼夜辛勤纺纱织布，将积蓄所得托邻居送回家中孝敬婆婆。其后，婆婆知道了庞氏被逐之事，令姜诗将其请回。庞氏回家这天，院中忽然喷涌出泉水，口味与长江水相同，每天还有两条鲤鱼跃出。从此，庞氏便用这些供奉婆婆，不必远走江边了。

16 闻雷泣墓　　王裒

　　魏晋时期营陵（今山东昌乐东南）人，博学多能。父亲王仪被司马昭杀害，他隐居以教书为业，终身不面向西坐，表示永不作晋臣。其母在世时怕雷，死后埋葬在山林中。每当风雨天气，听到雷声，他就跑到母亲坟前，跪拜安慰母亲说：“裒儿在这里，母亲不要害怕。”他教书时，每当读到《蓼莪》篇，就常常泪流满面，思念父母。

17 乳姑不怠　　崔山南

　　崔山南，名，唐代博陵（今属河北）人，官至山南西道节度使，人称“山南”。当年，崔山南的曾祖母长孙夫人，年事已高，牙齿脱落，祖母唐夫人十分孝顺，每天盥洗后，都上堂用自己的乳汁喂养婆婆，如此数年，长孙夫人不再吃其他饭食，身体依然健康。长孙夫人病重时，将全家大小召集在一起，说：“我无以报答新妇之恩，但愿新妇的子孙媳妇也像她孝敬我一样孝敬她。”后来崔山南做了高官，果然像长孙夫人所嘱，孝敬祖母唐夫人。

18 卧冰求鲤　　王祥

　　琅琊人，生母早丧，继母朱氏多次在他父亲面前说他的坏话，使他失去父爱。父母患病，他衣不解带侍候，继母想吃活鲤鱼，适值天寒地冻，他解开衣服卧在冰上，冰忽然自行融化，跃出两条鲤鱼。继母食后，果然病愈。王祥隐居二十余年，后从温县县令做到大司农、司空、太尉。

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noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Sun, 11 May 2008 09:36:00 +0000

　07 戏彩娱亲　　老莱子，

　　春秋时期楚国隐士，为躲避世乱，自耕于蒙山南麓。他孝顺父母，尽拣美味供奉双亲，70岁尚不言老，常穿着五色彩衣，手持拨浪鼓如小孩子般戏耍，以博父母开怀。一次为双亲送水，进屋时跌了一跤，他怕父母伤心，索性躺在地上学小孩子哭，二老大笑。

　　　　　08 卖身葬父　　董永，

　　相传为东汉时期千乘（今山东高青县北）人，少年丧母，因避兵乱迁居安陆（今属湖北）。其后父亲亡故，董永卖身至一富家为奴，换取丧葬费用。上工路上，于槐荫下遇一女子，自言无家可归，二人结为夫妇。女子以一月时间织成三百匹锦缎，为董永抵债赎身，返家途中，行至槐荫，女子告诉董永：自己是天帝之女，奉命帮助董永还债。言毕凌空而去。因此，槐荫改名为孝感。

　　　　　09 刻木事亲　　丁兰

　　相传为东汉时期河内（今河南黄河北）人，幼年父母双亡，他经常思念父母的养育之恩，于是用木头刻成双亲的雕像，事之如生，凡事均和木像商议，每日三餐敬过双亲后自己方才食用，出门前一定禀告，回家后一定面见，从不懈怠。久之，其妻对木像便不太恭敬了，竟好奇地用针刺木像的手指，而木像的手指居然有血流出。丁兰回家见木像眼中垂泪，问知实情，遂将妻子休弃。

　　　　　10 行佣供母　　江革

　　东汉时齐国临淄人，少年丧父，侍奉母亲极为孝顺。战乱中，江革背着母亲逃难，几次遇到匪盗，贼人欲杀死他，江革哭告：老母年迈，无人奉养，贼人见他孝顺，不忍杀他。后来，他迁居江苏下邳，做雇工供养母亲，自己贫穷赤脚，而母亲所需甚丰。明帝时被推举为孝廉，章帝时被推举为贤良方正，任五官中郎将

　　　　　11 怀橘遗亲　　陆绩

　　三国时期吴国吴县华亭（今上海市松江）人，科学家。六岁时，随父亲陆康到九江谒见袁术，袁术拿出橘子招待，陆绩往怀里藏了两个橘子。临行时，橘子滚落地上，袁术嘲笑道：“陆郎来我家作客，走的时候还要怀藏主人的橘子吗？”陆绩回答说：“母亲喜欢吃橘子，我想拿回去送给母亲尝尝。”袁术见他小小年纪就懂得孝顺母亲，十分惊奇。陆绩成年后，博学多识，通晓天文、历算，曾作《浑天图》，注《易经》，撰写《太玄经注》。

　　　　　12 埋儿奉母　　郭巨，

　　晋代隆虑（今河南林县）人，一说河内温县（今河南温县西南）人，原本家道殷实。父亲死后，他把家产分作两份，给了两个弟弟，自己独取母亲供养，对母极孝。后家境逐渐贫困，妻子生一男孩，郭巨担心，养这个孩子，必然影响供养母亲，遂和妻子商议：“儿子可以再有，母亲死了不能复活，不如埋掉儿子，节省些粮食供养母亲。”当他们挖坑时，在地下二尺处忽见一坛黄金，上书“天赐郭巨，官不得取，民不得夺”。夫妻得到黄金，回家孝敬母亲，并得以兼养孩子

24 孝-图解-1

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Sun, 11 May 2008 09:17:00 +0000

转载：24孝图文讲解
标签: 母亲节 24孝图传统美德

　　　　　　01 孝感动天　　舜，
　　传说中的远古帝王，五帝之一，姓姚，名重华，号有虞氏，史称虞舜。相传他的父亲瞽叟及继母、异母弟象，多次想害死他：让舜修补谷仓仓顶时，从谷仓下纵火，舜手持两个斗笠跳下逃脱；让舜掘井时，瞽叟与象却下土填井，舜掘地道逃脱。事后舜毫不嫉恨，仍对父亲恭顺，对弟弟慈爱。他的孝行感动了天帝。舜在厉山耕种，大象替他耕地，鸟代他锄草。帝尧听说舜非常孝顺，有处理政事的才干，把两个女儿娥皇和女英嫁给他；经过多年观察和考验，选定舜做他的继承人。舜登天子位后，去看望父亲，仍然恭恭敬敬，并封象为诸侯。

　　　　　　02 亲尝汤药　　汉文帝刘恒，

　　汉高祖第三子，为薄太后所生。高后八年（前180）即帝位。他以仁孝之名，闻于天下，侍奉母亲从不懈怠。母亲卧病三年，他常常目不交睫，衣不解带；母亲所服的汤药，他亲口尝过后才放心让母亲服用。他在位24年，重德治，兴礼仪，注意发展农业，使西汉社会稳定，人丁兴旺，经济得到恢复和发展，他与汉景帝的统治时期被誉为“文景之治”。

　　　　　03 啮指痛心　　曾参，
　　字子舆，春秋时期鲁国人，孔子的得意弟子，世称“曾子”，以孝著称。少年时家贫，常入山打柴。一天，家里来了客人，母亲不知所措，就用牙咬自己的手指。曾参忽然觉得心疼，知道母亲在呼唤自己，便背着柴迅速返回家中，跪问缘故。母亲说：“有客人忽然到来，我咬手指盼你回来。”曾参于是接见客人，以礼相待。曾参学识渊博，曾提出“吾日三省吾身”（《论语•学而》）的修养方法，相传他著述有《大学》、《孝经》等儒家经典，后世儒家尊他为“宗圣”。

　　　　　04 百里负米　仲由，

　　字子路、季路，春秋时期鲁国人，孔子的得意弟子，性格直率勇敢，十分孝顺。早年家中贫穷，自己常常采野菜做饭食，却从百里之外负米回家侍奉双亲。父母死后，他做了大官，奉命到楚国去，随从的车马有百乘之众，所积的粮食有万钟之多。坐在垒叠的锦褥上，吃着丰盛的筵席，他常常怀念双亲，慨叹说：“即使我想吃野菜，为父母亲去负米，哪里能够再得呢？”孔子赞扬说：“你侍奉父母，可以说是生时尽力，死后思念哪！”（《孔子家语•致思》）

　　　　　05 芦衣顺母

　　闵损，字子骞，春秋时期鲁国人，孔子的弟子，在孔门中以德行与颜渊并称。孔子曾赞扬他说：“孝哉，闵子骞！”（《论语•先进》）。他生母早死，父亲娶了后妻，又生了两个儿子。继母经常虐待他，冬天，两个弟弟穿着用棉花做的冬衣，却给他穿用芦花做的“棉衣”。一天，父亲出门，闵损牵车时因寒冷打颤，将绳子掉落地上，遭到父亲的斥责和鞭打，芦花随着打破的衣缝飞了出来，父亲方知闵损受到虐待。父亲返回家，要休逐后妻。闵损跪求父亲饶恕继母，说：“留下母亲只是我一个人受冷，休了母亲三个孩子都要挨冻。”父亲十分感动，就依了他。继母听说，悔恨知错，从此对待他如亲子

　　　　　06 鹿乳奉亲　　郯子，
　　春秋时期人。父母年老，患眼疾，需饮鹿乳疗治。他便披鹿皮进入深山，钻进鹿群中，挤取鹿乳，供奉双亲。一次取乳时，看见猎人正要射杀一只麂鹿，郯子急忙掀起鹿皮现身走出，将挤取鹿乳为双亲医病的实情告知猎人，猎人敬他孝顺，以鹿乳相赠，护送他出山

Sharing

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Fri, 02 May 2008 05:12:00 +0000

Morality and social instinct has been regarded as one of distinguish features of human beings that differentiate from other creatures.

There is story about sharing.

A group of merchants traveled to the market place to sell and exchange their goods with others. It was a long way. Three merchants stopped for lunch under a shady tree.

The first merchant was the trader for apples; so he ate apples for his lunch;
the second merchant was the trader for eggs so he ate eggs for his lunch
and the third merchant was the trader for flour so he ate bread for lunch.

After while, the merchant who had apples passed an apple to the other two merchants. Not surprisingly, he was given an egg and a bread. So all of them were delighted to have a sumptuous meal by sharing.

"Give, thou shalt be given; and it is always better to share."

将进酒

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 10:01:00 +0000

《乐府杂曲·鼓吹曲辞·将进酒》
君不见黄河之水天上来，
奔流到海不复回。
君不见高堂明镜悲白发，
朝如青丝暮成雪。
人生得意须尽欢，
莫使金尊空对月。
天生我材必有用，
千金散尽还复来。
烹羊宰牛且为乐，
会须一饮三百杯。
岑夫子，丹丘生，将进酒，杯莫停。
与君歌一曲，请君为我侧耳听。
钟鼓馔玉不足贵，但愿长醉不复醒。
古来圣贤皆寂寞，惟有饮者留其名。
陈王昔时宴平乐，斗酒十千恣欢谑。
主人何为言少钱，径须酤取对君酌。
五花马，千金裘，呼儿将出换美酒，与尔同销万古愁。

The purpose of suffering

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:21:00 +0000

If none were sick and none were sad
What service could we render?
I think if we were always glad, we scarcely
could be tender.

Did our beloved never need
Our patient ministration,
Earth would grow cold, and miss indeed,
Its sweetest consolation.
If sorrow never claimed our heart,
And every wish were granted,
Patience would die, and Life would be
Disenchanted

Give thanks unto the Lord

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:16:00 +0000

By Ron Hamilton

God never moves without purpose or plan
When trying His servant and moulding a man
Give thanks to the Lord though your testing seems long
In darkness He giveth a song

I could not see through the shadows ahead
I looked at the Cross of my Saviour instead
I bowed to the will of the Master that day
Then peace came and tears fled away

Now I can see testing comes from above
God strengthens His children and purges in love
My Father knows best and I trust in His care
Through purging more fruit I will bear:

O rejoice in the Lord, He makes no mistake
He knoweth the end of each path that I take
For When I am tried and purified, I shall
Come forth as gold.

When in disgrace with fortune

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 14:09:00 +0000

William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

New Year Resolution

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 09:22:00 +0000

It is now that I must make a choice.
Because of Calvary I am free to choose.
And so I choose.
I choose LOVE.
No occasion justifies hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness.
I choose love.
Today I will love God and what God loves.

I choose JOY.
I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance.
I choose PEACE.
I will live forgiven. I will forgive so that I may live.
I choose PATIENCE.
I will overlook the inconveniences of the world.
Instead of cursing the one who takes my place, I'll invite him to do so.
I choose KINDNESS.
I will be kind to the poor for they are alone,
kind to the rich for they are afraid.
And kind to the unkind for such is how God treats me.
I choose GOODNESS.
I will go without a dollar before I take a dishonest one.
I choose FAITHFULNESS.
Today I will keep my promises.
I choose GENTLENESS.
Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle.
I choose SELF-CONTROL.
I refuse to let what will rot rule the eternal.
I will be drunk only by joy.
LOVE, JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS, FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS, and SELF-CONTROL.

To these I commit my days.
If I succeed, I will give thanks.
If I fail, I will seek His grace.
And then when the day is done,
I will place my head on my pillow and rest.

木兰花令拟古决绝词

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 02:50:00 +0000

清·纳兰性德

人生若只如初见，何事西风悲画扇？
等闲变却故人心，却道故人心易变。
骊山语罢清宵半，夜雨霖铃终不怨。
何如薄幸锦衣儿，比翼连枝当日愿。

Lord, high and holy

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 02:13:00 +0000

Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly,

Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision,

where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights;

hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory.

Let me learn by paradox that

the way down is the way up,

that to be low is to be high,

that the broken heart is the healed heart,

that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,

that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,

that to have nothing is to possess all,

that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,

that to give is to receive,

that the valley is the place of vision.

Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells,

and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine;

let me find

Thy light in my darkness,

Thy life in my death,

Thy joy in my sorrow,

Thy grace in my sin,

Thy riches in my poverty,

Thy glory in my valley.

Taken from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions, edited by Arthur Bennett

A simple tribute to the tree

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 07:13:00 +0000

By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest for Robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
who intimately lives with rain

Poems are made
By fools like me
But only God
Can make a tree

Amazing sight

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中秋节

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 04:52:00 +0000

Amazing Grace

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 13:37:00 +0000

John Newton(1725-1807)

Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!

Thru many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

The Year's at the spring

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 06:30:00 +0000

By Robert Browning
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in his heaven-
All's right with the world!

浣溪沙

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 05:58:00 +0000

宋，晏殊

一曲新词酒一杯，

去年天气旧亭台，

夕阳西下几时回？

无可奈何花落去，

似曾相似燕归来，

小园香径独徘徊。

虞美人

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 05:55:00 +0000

五代，李煜

春花秋月何时了，

往事知多少？

小楼昨夜又东风，

故国不堪回首月明中。

雕栏玉砌应犹在，

只是朱颜改。

问君能有几多愁，

恰似一江春水向东流！

Barefoot boy

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 07:03:00 +0000

John Greenleaf Whittier

....
Blessing on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,-
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art, -the grown up man
Only is republican
Let the million-dollar ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eyes,-
Outward sunshine, inward joy
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood's painless play
Sleep that wakes in laughing day
Health that mocks the doctors' rules
Knowledge never learned of schools;
Of the wilde bee's morning chase
Of the wild-flower's time and place
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell
How the woodchuck digs his cell
And the ground mole sinks his well
How the robin feeds her young
How thee oriole's nest is hung;
Where the whitest lilies blow
Where the freshest berries grow
Where the ground-nut trails it vine
Where the wood grape's clusters shine;
Of the black wasp's cunning way
Mason of his walls of clay
And the architectural plans
Of gray hornet artisans!
For, eschewing books and tasks
Nature answers all he asks
Hand in hand with her he walks
Face to face with her he talks
Part and parcel of her joy,-
Blessings on the barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood's time of June
Crowding years in one brief moon
When all things I heard or saw,
Me, their master, waited for
I was rich in flowers and trees
Humming birds and honey bees
For my sport the squirrel played;
Plied the snouted moles his spade
For my taste the blackberries cone
Purples over hedge and stone
Laughed the brook for my delight
Through the day and through the night
Whispering at the garden wall
Talked with me from fall to fall
Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond
Mine the walnut slopes beyond
Mine, on bending orchard trees
Apples of hesperides
Still as my horizon grew
Larger grew my riches too
All the world I saw or knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy
Fashioned for a barefoot boys!

Oh for festal dainties spread,
Like my bowl of milk and bread;
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood
On the door-stone, gray and rude!
Over me, like a regal tent
Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent
Purple curtained, fringed with gold
Looped in many a wind swung fold
While for music came the play
Of the pied frogs' orchestra
And to light the noisy choir
Lit the fly his lamp of fire
I was monarch, pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy!

Cheerily, then, my little man
Live and laugh, as boyhood can!
Though the flinty slopes be hard
Stubble speared the new-mown sward
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptism of the dew
Every evening from thy feet
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat
All too soon these feet must hide
In the prison cells of pride
Lose the freedom of the sod
Like a colt's for work be shod
Made to tread the mills of toil
Up and down in ceaseless moi,

happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground
Happy if they sink not in
Quick and treacherous sands of sin
Ah, that thou couldst know thy joy
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!

Great, wild, beautiful, wonderful world

noreply@blogger.com (Little Robin Hood) — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 06:55:00 +0000

Willam B Rands

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderfl grass upon your breast-
World, you are beautifully drest.

The wonderful air is over me
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree
It walks on the water, and whirls the miles
And talks to itself on the tops of the hills

You friendly earth, how far do you go
With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
With citiesa and gardens, and cliffs, and isles
And people upon you for thousands of miles?

Ah, you are so great and I am so small
I tremble to think of you, world, at all
And yet, when I said my preayers today
A whisper inside me seemed to say
"You are more than theearth, though you are such a dot:
you can love and think, and the earth cannot.!"