He lived his life simply and carelessly until the day he met Eurydice. She was a Dryad, and when they fell in love it meant everything to them. But the rustic god Aristaeus saw Eurydice's beauty and desired it, and did not care that she was unwilling and in love with another. She ran from him in terror, without thought to her step, and so it was she stepped on a poisonous snake in her flight. The venom of its bite killed her at once and her spirit went to the Underworld. Orpheus was inconsolable. His grief was bitter, but he did not let it lull him into a stupor, he decided to take action.

With his lyre, Orpheus descended into the Underworld. A normal mortal would have perished any number of times, but Orpheus had his lyre and his voice and he charmed Cerberus - the three-headed monster dog of Hades who guarded the Underworld - into letting him pass. Facing Hades and his cold Queen Persephone he played for them his sorrow at the loss of his love. The heart that was frozen by Hades' abduction melted in Persphone's breast and a tear rolled down her cheek. Even Hades could not help weeping. They let Orpheus through to Eurydice, but warned him very carefully: Eurydice would follow him into the light of the world and once she entered the sunlight she would be changed from a shade back to a woman. But if Orpheus doubted, if he looked back to see her, she would be lost to him forever

Orpheus heard and rejoiced. He turned and left the dark hall of Hades and began his ascent back to life. As he walked he rejoiced that his wife would soon be with him again. He listened closely for her footfall behind him, but a shade makes no noise. The closer to the light he got, the more he began to believe that Hades had tricked him to get him out of the Underworld, that Eurydice was not behind him. Only feet away from the light Orpheus lost faith and turned around. He saw Eurydice, but only for a moment as her shade was whisked back down among the other dead souls. She was gone.

"Pardonable, you'd say, but Death can never pardon.

He halts.

Eurydice, his own, is now on the lip of daylight.

Alas, he forgot. His purpose broke.

He looked back.

His labour was lost, the pact he had made with the merciless king annulled.

Three times did thunder peal over the pools of Avernus.

'Who,' she cried, 'has doomed me to misery, who has doomed us?...'

Thus she spoke: and at once from his sight,

like a wisp of smoke thinned into air, was gone.

Wildly he grasped at shadows, wanting to say much more,

but she did not see him;

nor would the ferryman of the Inferno let him again cross the fen that la betweeen them"

Publius Vergilius Maro (October 15, 70 BCE – September 21, 19 BCE), later called Virgilius, and known in English as Virgil or Vergil, was a classical Roman poet. He was the author of epics in three modes: the Bucolics (or Eclogues), the Georgics and the substantially completed Aeneid, the last being an epic poem in the heroic mode, which comprised twelve books (as opposed to 24 in each of the epic poems by Homer) and became the Roman Empire's national epic.

    “洛丽塔，我的生命之光，我的欲念之火。我的罪恶，我的灵

魂。洛—丽—塔：舌尖向上，分三步，从上颚往下轻轻落在牙齿上。

洛。丽。塔。”

    无意中被老妈发现在看这本曾经的禁书。不过说实在的不太能忍

受俄国人的叙事方式。

2、闲话中国人 易中天 著 关于中国人内向西方人外向的杂谈，看得出来中共50年中的很多行为符合这一标准

在视角范围内看见一辆摩托蹭了下，伴随着刹车的声音

下一个镜头就是骑摩托车的人趴在地上，脖子似乎不太正

两秒钟之后，这个人尝试着自己撑起来，但是失败了

周围还有几个人，有个过路的人问有谁看到车牌号的

我当时说实在的想溜，当然也溜了

良心不安

从此扬州的标准游泳池只剩下了扬州大学里的两个。

这种做法和以色列规定超过一定人口的犹太人定居点必须有一个标准游泳池形成了鲜明对比。

其实还是有点道理的，和很多人（包括高中同学和大学同学相比），我不太容易静下心来研究，人也比较容易激动、急躁。人也没点学者相。

从某种意义上说，原因在于我想成为你们中的很多人。

我想成为胥文，因为你文武双全，

我想成为杨亮吉，因为你才能和决心

我想成为陆再彬，因为你遇事总能泰然处之，而我却做不到

我想成为曹杰，因为很潇洒

我想成为王为、朱卜荣

...

我想成为奚蔚，因为你专注

我想成为孙立，因为你做事很有条理

我想成为刘程，因为你靠自己的努力办成了很多事，而我还是在“借力”

我想成为王爱军、郭立、李慧

...

我想成为的人太多，结果却成了四不像

还有就是人才是多种多样的，能把自己正在做的事做好就是了不起！明年回来的时候还要找人聚！