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            <title><![CDATA[春天来了]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2022 08:21:50 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[黄白的太阳懒懒地从云里踱出来，把天空涂得一片淡青、一抹微红、一块烟紫，太阳本是出色的画师，却因为冬睡初醒，长梦未断，就这样敷衍着。远天如雾，天尽头，谁家屋顶上撑着榆的树冠，精雕细刻着春之天幕的花边，又象是人间久久不落的烟花。 白杨从青白光滑的树干上伸出枝枝节节，冲着高天舒展腰身，极力向太阳邀宠。阳光一洒，满树就鼓胀了欲放的芽苞，是未吐未摇的毛毛虫。褐色闪光的毛毛虫来不得，它一来，春天没法不来。 喜鹊站在最高的枝尖，随风轻轻地摇。树下的孩子们仰头望着青天映衬下的杨枝喜鹊，眼睛那么亮，笑脸那么甜。喜鹊又张开黑白的羽翼飞过杨落到附近的果园里。孩子们便在小路上奔跑起来，唱着他们新学来的儿歌儿。走在街上，自行车轧过微湿的公路，前日一场春雪，美丽了小城，湿润了久旱的大地。风再冷，也是春风。早是雨水时节了，自信走出了凛冽，再往前，是一路的阳光明媚和风细雨。街上的行人乱穿衣，怕冷的仍旧裹在棉服里恋着冬天，时尚的早已轻装薄履裙摆飞扬了。五颜六色的衣衫流动在大街小巷:在春水之前，涌动着快乐的乐章。 路边的梧桐、碧桃，黄杨、女贞都沉在冬梦里，等着春姑娘来唤醒。春姑娘不敲春雷，怯怯地遮着如花的容颜:躲在...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>黄白的太阳懒懒地从云里踱出来，把天空涂得一片淡青、一抹微红、一块烟紫，太阳本是出色的画师，却因为冬睡初醒，长梦未断，就这样敷衍着。远天如雾，天尽头，谁家屋顶上撑着榆的树冠，精雕细刻着春之天幕的花边，又象是人间久久不落的烟花。</p><p>白杨从青白光滑的树干上伸出枝枝节节，冲着高天舒展腰身，极力向太阳邀宠。阳光一洒，满树就鼓胀了欲放的芽苞，是未吐未摇的毛毛虫。褐色闪光的毛毛虫来不得，它一来，春天没法不来。</p><p>喜鹊站在最高的枝尖，随风轻轻地摇。树下的孩子们仰头望着青天映衬下的杨枝喜鹊，眼睛那么亮，笑脸那么甜。喜鹊又张开黑白的羽翼飞过杨落到附近的果园里。孩子们便在小路上奔跑起来，唱着他们新学来的儿歌儿。</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/8bbac2c1e292d649cb7d82334b337e954f6e90ecc37ce66383f3c5673ee73048.jpg" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>走在街上，自行车轧过微湿的公路，前日一场春雪，美丽了小城，湿润了久旱的大地。风再冷，也是春风。早是雨水时节了，自信走出了凛冽，再往前，是一路的阳光明媚和风细雨。街上的行人乱穿衣，怕冷的仍旧裹在棉服里恋着冬天，时尚的早已轻装薄履裙摆飞扬了。五颜六色的衣衫流动在大街小巷:在春水之前，涌动着快乐的乐章。</p><p>路边的梧桐、碧桃，黄杨、女贞都沉在冬梦里，等着春姑娘来唤醒。春姑娘不敲春雷，怯怯地遮着如花的容颜:躲在冷风之后，不肯向这里迈步。小草象毛毛虫一样的性急，憋着脸也要把地皮拱起，透出一点点缝隙，向外张望。</p><p>春在哪里?看不到它，听不到它，只是依照惯例感受到了它。</p><p>给我一种心情，与往年一样，与我们携手走在柳荫下一样，与我们站在广场上你递过来小蜜桔一样，与那日你转回车来跟我说那七个字一样，那么，我就会相信，春天来了。</p><p>你笑了，笑我傻。</p><p>为我倒一杯水，说了一句话，我想，这就是春天了，那么暖。</p>]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[What I Have Lived For]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2022 04:30:19 GMT</pubDate>
            <description><![CDATA[Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have ...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.</p><p>　　I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness---that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what---at last---I have found.</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/ff9f487371379ba9778edfdb4f791d98b6effca59b1dae0a34335da57faaf716.jpg" alt="" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="hide-figcaption"></figcaption></figure><p>　　With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.</p><p>　　Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always it brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.</p><p>　　This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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