Tua Tua de Wo

you are too concern with what was and what will be 

there is a say

yesterday is history
昨天是历史
tomorrow is mystery
明天是谜团
but today is a gift 

而明天是一份礼物 

and there is why call it present 

要像珍惜礼物一样珍惜今天 
 

要为自己热爱的职业奋斗，不弃不离。

这个世界充满了诱惑，守住自己的原本。

真正坚定的信念，可以让任何强大的对手心怀尊敬。

生命之路上的阻碍，只是测试内心的渴望究竟有多么强大。

一个没有语言的主人公，将通过它的神情、简单的旁白和适时的音乐来展现它的内心世界。

女人拉起裙脚，如篝火燃烧；男人仰头挺胸，如斗士凶猛。

弗拉明戈在世界人的眼里代表着一种热情豪放的舞蹈，踢踏的声音把吉普赛人桀骜不驯的身影烙入了历史。

然而，弗拉明戈不仅仅是舞蹈，它还包括歌唱者和吉他伴奏。弗拉明戈是一种完整的灵魂表达，舞者刚柔并重的肢体演绎，歌者或低沉或高亢的吟唱，六弦琴干净自由的宣泄，再加上观众满溢的激情与附和，组成了一场真正的弗拉明戈表演。这种热烈的情绪一部分出自于他们对生活的热爱，还有一部分源于吉普赛人对于束缚的抗争。

而这只是弗拉明戈激烈的一面，它还有很温柔哀伤的侧脸。这种略带冷峻的柔情，使得弗拉明戈像是一幅艺术品，外在的流畅更突显其内在的矛盾——一种难以言语的坚毅。

是的，这就是弗拉明戈灵魂里的坚毅。

仔细观察弗拉明戈所有的表演者，从舞者到歌者，从吉他手到投入的观众，他们的眼睛里所散发出的东西是一样的——永不妥协。

不妥协于他人？还是不妥协于生命？ 我很是好奇。

他们的眼神，就如一面旗帜，宣布要征服每一个与他们世界相遇的人。
 

At the beginning of my 8:00 a.m. class one Monday at UNLV, I cheerfully asked my students how their weekend had  been. One young man said that his weekend had not been very good. He'd had his wisdom teeth extracted. The young man then proceeded to ask me whay I always seemed to be so cheerful.

His question reminded me of something I'd read somewhere before:"Every morning when you get up, you have a choice about how you want to approach life that day," I said to the young man."I choose to be cheerful."

"Let me give you an example," I continued. The other sixty students in the class ceased their chatter and began to listen to our conversation. " In addition to teaching here at UNLV, I also teach out at the community college in Henderson, about seventeen miles down the freeway from where I live. One day, a few weeks ago, I drove those seventeen miles to Henderson. I exited the freeway and turned onto College Drive. I only had to drive another qarter-mile down the road to the college. But just then my car died. I tried to start it again, but the engine wouldn't turn over. So I put my flashers on, grabbed my books, and marched down the road to the college."

"As soon as I got there I called AAA and asked them to send a tow truck. The secretary in the provost's office asked me what had happened. 'This is my luck day,' I replied, smiling."

"Your car breaks down and today is your lucky day?" She was puzzled." What do you mean?"

"I live seventeen miles from here." I replied. "My car could have broken down anywhere along the freeway. It didn't. Instead, it broke down in the perfect place:off the freeway, within walking distance of here. I'm still able to teach my calss, and I've been able to arrange for the tow truck to meet me after class. If my car was meant to break down today, it couldn't have been arranged in a more covenient fashion."

"The secretary's eyes opend wide, and then she smiled. I smiled back and headed for class." So ended my story to the students in my economics class at UNLV.

I scanned the sixty faces in the lecture hall. Despite the early hour, no one seemed to be asleep. Somehow, my story had touched them. Or maybe it wasn't the story at all. In fact, it had all started with a student's observation that I was cheerful. 

A wise man once said,"Who you are speaks louder to me than anything you can say." I suppose it must be so.

from CR 

How often do you say the words " I wish,"or"I can't wait,"dear CR readers? "I wish it were the weekend." "I wish the holidays would hurry up and come." "I can't wait for Spring Festival." Such words may seem innocuous enough; after all,during a moment of crisis or worry, it is quite normal to yearn for a period of calm. But, think about what these words actually mean:"I wish it were any day other than today." If you say or think such things often enough, what can life really be worth?

This month's CR feature looks at time and our perceptions of this most precious of commodities.

In the piece, " Aspirin for a Severed Head," Suzanne Finnamore examines the effects of time on a traumatic event, namely, her divorce. From the initial desperation of feeling that the roof of her world had come cashing down, she began to get through familiar landmark periods and the pain gradually eased: The first Christmas alone;The first wedding anniversary,etc. Time, or what we do with it, will take us from one place to the next, however much we may try  to fight for it. But why fight time? As Ms. Finnamore describes, time work  upon her likes aspirin, gradually easing her pain and pulling her life forward to a point where she can no longer live in the past.

This is especially poignant for me, dear readers, as this will be my final prologue. Time continues on its ever-persistent course, and I must allow its sometimes gentle, sometimes harsh wind to carry me  to where they may. Despite my inevitable sadness at the fact of my leaving, I am glad indeed that your time and mine intersected for a period, enabling me to share my thoughts with you, for what they are worth. I am comforted too in the knowledge that time can take nothing from us, nothing is ever really lost; every time you pick up a past issue , we will be , once again, in each other's company. The solid proof of what time has given us is the embodiment of what it cannot take away. 

From "Crazy English Reader". 

“不要让你的思想随着你的感情走，而是要让你的感情随着你的思想走。”

-- "她们永恒的贵族姿态,具备了今天正在逐渐消失的传统美德: 沉着冷静,自制力极强，认真,有绝对到冷酷的个人信条,勇敢,坚持理想主义."