这个世界太事实

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在咱们那里想我那么大的姑娘大多已为人母，在当地这么老了还没嫁人算是老姑娘了。我记得在我初中的时候我们 那边有个很闻名的媒婆就盯上我，每次我回家的时候她都要去我家略坐一会儿，有意无意地说我长大了，隔壁村有 个男孩也像我那么大了，谁家有个儿子怎么------我很纳闷，想做媒也不要打有个十五、六岁姑娘的留神啊，那么个小不点发育还没畸形呢！等到我上高中的时候， 她去我家的多少率更频繁了,beats by dre，而且明火执仗地说我能够嫁人了，谁家的前提比较好些，谁家的聘礼比拟丰富------我狂晕,Polo Ralph Lauren pas cher，我四肢健全，脑袋机动，虽说称不上超级美女，但也不用担忧嫁不出去。当我上到大学的时候，那牙婆不再打我 注意了，只是她的说法更让我吐血：“女子无才便是德，嫁早一点抱孙子就早点,beats by dre！”还没儿子就想到孙子，我不得不信服她那久远好处的目光！
我的人生平平常凡的，二十出头了都没什么好惊动的！想当个片子明星又没那脸蛋跟身体；想自破有个国度又没那 个野心；想支撑台独，可是我又是一个忠诚的爱国者，急切盼望祖国可能同一。所以想来想去仍是决议呆在学校， 做一个平凡的学生！
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2008-3-15
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大学生涯实在也挺乏味的,Polo Ralph Lauren，除了教室、饭堂、宿舍、藏书楼外,Casques Monster，别的处所很少走动，这个世界太事实,vibram five fingers，有钱人走路起风，没钱人走路脚下千斤重！所以，只有走出宿舍门口，没钱的也要借几毛钱放在裤兜里，几毛钱 虽不能呼风唤雨，却能让本人吃个定心丸遇事不乱。几毛钱放在裤兜里几个礼拜都不敢用，当然商场、娱乐场合、 美容院就很难见到我的影子了！可能是没钱的缘故，到了大学寻求者居然也和钱成正比了。假设：到我人老珠黄的 时候我有了几千万美金，追求者会不会与金钱成正比呢！

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.