Changchun wanda plaza apartments exploded, ha

Witnesses ms zhang told the Beijing youth daily reporter at the time she is wan

da plaza restaurant for dinner, about 3 PM 10 points or so, heard a tremendous explosion all of a sudden,“Fry for more than twenty, let everybody evacuated, st

ore the radio said at all we just ran out”。Ms zhang said the evacuation, there are splashed with Mars next to her, but

what is the exact explosion, temporary not clear if there were any casualties.

Another eyewitness said the position of the underground garage are explosions.

, according to the north green reported January 25 at 4 PM, the reporter learns from changchun local fire department, the f

ire fighters have processing at the scene, the reason and whether there are temporarily not convenient revealed inju

ries.Firefighters told, local residents do not close to the accident site, in order to ensure safety.

About 4 PM, according to the chaoyang district of changchun city hongqi garden wo

rkers, a flame from the parking lot, outward “and out the top 10 floor near th

e fire, it is not sure the exact reasons for the location of the explosion and explosion, but may be caused by gas pr

oblem.Someone is injured at the scene, specific number is statistics.”Staff said that at present have been evacuated wi

thin 2 kilometers, near the surrounding roads have taken a road measures.

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DG ads tying voice throughout “jilt pot” : his unwitting

  Recently, dolce & gabbana (DG) advertising has all the humiliating to China is in the center of the storm, in addition to the DG two founders, is the Ch

inese model as AD tying humiliating to China left also.After the furore, finally left, revealed the advertising photography.

  Before filming, left, also said she doesn’t know the final result, but acc

ording to the director’s command pendulum movement, the expression, while in the process of performance of so

me strange feel awkward, but in a model, she is unable to see in advance and also not qualified to put forward the

ir own opinions, so don’t know how the result.In other words, she was editing the pit.

  She mentioned that before shooting, DG’s filming “the interviewer just told her,” will be a “very interesting” video sho

oting, content is “eat Italian food, such as pasta, pizza,”.Out of politeness, she did not ask more other problems.

  In the process of filming, she and other persons present there is no com

munication, just according to the director’s command to do it.She also proposed a question, such as sweet roll, take

chopsticks “try for the first time clearly caught up, when asked, you $to me?With chopsticks?!He said Yes!I know it ‘s

hard, just try to do that. “after the action, such as pizza, use chopsticks to eat with chopsticks, pasta, and was sur

prised, pleasantly surprised expression, etc., also is done according to the director’s meaning.

  She said: “because all is a type of giant beyond daily food, at that time I also really feel embarrassed when using chop

sticks, while at the same time, I usually is not laugh, and the shooting the entire requirements acting exaggerated bod

y language, laugh (large), oneself are in the process, how much I feel uncomfortable.”

  For “” humiliating to China means that ultimately left also said she didn’t know

:” professional model approach all business work, commercial work of the finished product is what appearance, as a m

odel, and we are definitely not in a position to see ahead of time, or give revision opinion.”

  About piece of her “slanted eye makeup

() in the western world is regarded as discrimination against Chines

e women, she said, folds, slanted eye is itself her features, and DG advertising on the pick black eyeliner and red l

ip while strengthens the characteristic, but also the image of a DG brand characteristics.

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I have poems; I can read

Li Bai
THOUGHTS OF OLD TIME FROM A NIGHT-MOORING
UNDER MOUNT NIU-ZHU
This night to the west of the river-brim
There is not one cloud in the whole blue sky,
As I watch from my deck the autumn moon,
Vainly remembering old General Xie….
I have poems; I can read;
He heard others, but not mine.
…Tomorrow I shall hoist my sail,
With fallen maple-leaves behind me.


Du Fu
ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT
Far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight,
Watching it alone from the window of her chamber-
For our boy and girl, poor little babes,
Are too young to know where the Capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist,
Her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
…When shall we lie again, with no more tears,
Watching this bright light on our screen?


Du Fu
A SPRING VIEW
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;
And spring comes green again to trees and grasses
Where petals have been shed like tears
And lonely birds have sung their grief.
…After the war-fires of three months,
One message from home is worth a ton of gold.
…I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin
To hold the hairpins any more.


Du Fu
A NIGHT-VIGIL IN THE LEFT COURT OF THE PALACE
Flowers are shadowed, the palace darkens,
Birds twitter by for a place to perch;
Heaven’s ten thousand windows are twinkling,
And nine cloud-terraces are gleaming in the moonlight.
…While I wait for the golden lock to turn,
I hear jade pendants tinkling in the wind….
I have a petition to present in the morning,
All night I ask what time it is.


Du Fu
TAKING LEAVE OF FRIENDS ON MY WAY TO HUAZHOU
In the second year of Zhide, I escaped from the capital through the Gate of Golden Light and went to Fengxiang. In the first year of Qianyuan, I was appointed as official to Huazhou from my former post of Censor. Friends and relatives gathered and saw me leave by the same gate. And I wrote this poem.
This is the road by which I fled,
When the rebels had reached the west end of the city;
And terror, ever since, has clutched at my vitals
Lest some of my soul should never return.
…The court has come back now, filling the capital;
But the Emperor sends me away again.
Useless and old, I rein in my horse
For one last look at the thousand gates.

I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry

 

Li Qi

ON HEARING AN WANSHAN PLAY THE REED-PIPE

Bamboo from the southern hills was used to make this pipe.

And its music, that was introduced from Persia first of all,

Has taken on new magic through later use in China.

And now the Tartar from Liangzhou, blowing it for me,

Drawing a sigh from whosoever hears it,

Is bringing to a wanderer’s eyes homesick tears….

Many like to listen; but few understand.

To and fro at will there’s a long wind flying,

Dry mulberry-trees, old cypresses, trembling in its chill.

There are nine baby phoenixes, outcrying one another;

A dragon and a tiger spring up at the same moment;

Then in a hundred waterfalls ten thousand songs of autumn

Are suddenly changing to The Yuyang Lament;

And when yellow clouds grow thin and the white sun darkens,

They are changing still again to Spring in the Willow Trees.

Like Imperial Garden flowers, brightening the eye with beauty,

Are the high-hall candles we have lighted this cold night,

And with every cup of wine goes another round of music.


Meng Haoran

RETURNING AT NIGHT TO LUMEN MOUNTAIN

 

A bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night.

I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry,

While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river.

…I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain —

And soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees.

I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage,

The thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet,

Where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion.


Li Bai

A SONG OF LU MOUNTAIN TO CENSOR LU XUZHOU

I am the madman of the Chu country

Who sang a mad song disputing Confucius.

…Holding in my hand a staff of green jade,

I have crossed, since morning at the Yellow Crane Terrace,

All five Holy Mountains, without a thought of distance,

According to the one constant habit of my life.

Lu Mountain stands beside the Southern Dipper

In clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen,

With its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water.

The Golden Gate opens into two mountain-ranges.

A silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges

Within sight of the mighty Tripod Falls.

Ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky

And a flush of cloud in the morning sun,

Whence no flight of birds could be blown into Wu.

…I climb to the top. I survey the whole world.

I see the long river that runs beyond return,

Yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles

And a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream.

And so I am singing a song of Lu Mountain,

A song that is born of the breath of Lu Mountain.

…Where the Stone Mirror makes the heart’s purity purer

And green moss has buried the footsteps of Xie,

I have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world’s troubles,

Before the lute’s third playing have achieved my element.

Far away I watch the angels riding coloured clouds

Toward heaven’s Jade City, with hibiscus in their hands.

And so, when I have traversed the nine sections of the world,

I will follow Saint Luao up the Great Purit