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µo«H¤H: chanz.bbs@bbs.cs.nthu.edu.tw (±á¬P) ¬ÝªO: religion ¼Ð ÃD: [°Q½×] ·P¤Hªº¬G¨Æ¡G·P®¦.2 µo«H¯¸: ·¬¾ôÅ毸 (2012/02/21 Tue 06:16:33) ºô¤ÍÂà±H ^Ķ¤¤¡G±i¦¨¬î She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision. ¦o¾a¹L¨Ó¡A¦b§ÚªºÁyÀU¤W»´»´ªº¤@§k¡AµM«á¤S¯º¤F¤@¤U¡C §Ú·Q§i¶D¦o¡A¦o°µªº¬O¤°»ò¡Aª´ºÀ¬O¤°»ò·N«ä¡A¦ýÁ`¬O¤£¯à¶}¤f¡A §Ú¬ÝµÛ¦o¨«¤F¡A²\¤ô¼Ò½k¤F§Úªºµø³¥¡C I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. §Ú§CÀY¬ÝµÛ¬üÄRªºª´ºÀ±»¬M¦bºñ¦â¥]¸Ë¯È¤¤¡Aµo²{¥¦¦n¹³¤£¯u¹ê¤F¡C ¦o¬O«ç»òª¾¹Dªº¡H¬ðµMµª®×Åã±o¦p¦¹²M´·¡G§Ú¨Ã¤£©t³æ¡C Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel. ®@¡A§A¨S¦³§Ñ°O§Ú¡A¬O¶Ü¡H§Ú§CÁn»¡¡A§Úªº²´¸Ì§tµÛ²\¤ô¡C ¥L¤´µM»P§Ú¬Û¦ñ¡A¦o¬O¨º¤Hªº¤Ñ¨Ï¡C Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are. ¨C¤Ñ³£n·PÁ§A¦³¤°»ò¥H¤Î§A¬O½Ö¡C This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your friends, including the person that sent it to you. ³o¬O¤@Ó²³æªº½Ð¨D¡C¦pªG±z¬Ã±¤¥Í¬¡¡A½Ðµo°e³o«Hµ¹§AªºªB¤Í¡A¥]¬Aµo°eµ¹§A ªº¤H¡C Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings.. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf. §Y¨Ï§Ú§ì¦í´à¤l¨Ã©Hý®É¡Aĵ³øÅT°_...... ÁÂÁ§A¡A¤W«Ò¡A¦]¬°§Ú¤´¯àÅ¥¨ì¡C ¦³³\¦h¤H¬OŤ¤l¡C Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible. Thank you, Lord, That I can see. Many are blind. §Y¨Ï§Ú±¹ï±á¥úªø¤[Ãö³¬¤W²´·ú¡C ÁÂÁ§A¡A¤W«Ò¡A¦]¬°§Ú¤´µM¥i¥H¬Ý¨ì¡C «Ü¦h¤H³£¬Oª¼¥Øªº¡C Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden. §Y¨Ï§Ú»lÁY¦b§É¤W¡A¤£¯à§¤°_¡C ÁÂÁ§A¡A¥D°Ú¡A§Ú¤´¦³¤O¶q°_¨Ó¡C¦³³\¦h¤Hª×§É¤£°_¡C Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud. §Ú¤@¤Ñªº¶}©l¡A§Y¨Ï¬O¦£¸Lªº¡AÄû¤l¥á¥¢¡A¤g¥q³Q¿NµJ¤F¡AµÊ®ð«ÜÃa¡A«Ä¤ļn ±o¨º»ò¥û¡C Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely. ¥D°Ú¡AÁÂÁ§A¡A¦]¬°§Úªº®a¤H¡F ¦³«Ü¦h¤H¬O©t¿Wªº¡C Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced. §Y¨Ï§Ú̪º¦À\®à¤W¥Ã»·¤£·|¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³Âø»x¤Wªº¹Ï¤ù¡A¦Ó¥Bµæ¦â¤]¤£¦n¡C Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry. ¥D°Ú¡AÁÂÁ§A¡A§Ú̦³¦Yªº¡C ¦³«Ü¦h¤H«o¦b®Á¾j¡C Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job. §Y¨Ï§Úªº¤u§@¾úµ{©¹©¹¬O¨º»ò³æ½Õ¡C ¥D°Ú¡AÁÂÁ§A¡A§ÚÁ`¬O¦³¤u§@ªº¾÷·|¡C³\¦h¤H«o¨S¦³¡C Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest. §Y¨Ï§Ú¨C¤Ñ©ê«è§Úªº©R¹B¡A¨Ã§Æ±æ§Úªº±¡ªp¤£n¨º»òÁV¿|¡C Thank you, Lord, for life. ¦ý¬O¥D°Ú¡AÁÂÁ§A¡A§ÚÁÙ¬¡µÛ¡C Friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better and happier place. ¤Í½Ë¬O¤@Ó§ª«¡CªB¤Í¬O¤@Ó¯àÅý§Ú̪º¥Í¬¡¥Rº¡¬ü¡A³ß®®©M®¦´fªº¤H¡A ¨Ï§Ú̥ͬ¡ªº¥@¬É§ó¬ü¦n¡A§ó©¯ºÖ¡C YOU ARE MY FRIEND! God bless you and yours. §A¬O§ÚªºªB¤Í¡I Ä@¤W«Ò«O¦ö§A©M§AªºªB¤Í¡C -- ¡@ ******************************** °ò·þ±Ðºô¸ô¶Ç¹D¤¤¤ß¡vÅwªï°ÑÆ[¡G ¥Î·Æ¹«¥ªÁäÂI¤@¤U¤U±¦ì§}¡A¥i¥ß§Y¶i¤J¡C Christian missionary on Web, Blog: To enter, press the left key on adress blow http://tw.myblog.yahoo.com/chanzcu -- ¡@¢z¢w¢x¢z¢z¢w¢z¢w¢¡¢w¢s¢z¢w¢¡¢x¡@¢z¢w telnet://imaple.tw ·¬ ¡@¢u¢w¢x¢x¢u¢w¢u¢s¢£ ¢x¢u¢w¢x¢x ¢u¢w¡@ IAS_EverTale ¡@¾ô ¢z¢|¢w¢|¢£¢|¢w¢x¢¢ ¢x¢x¡@¢£¢|¢w¢|¢w¬G¡@¨Æ¡@±µ¡@Às¡@ªO¢{ÅæNAYURI ¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã¡Ã ¯¸ ¡» From: chanz±q123.195.52.233 |
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