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   <title>Love Your Life</title>
   <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;喜爱你的生活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;不过意味着你的生活，面对它生活;不要shun1it并恶言咒骂它。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;它不是那么糟糕的你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;你最富有的，倒是看似最穷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;故障发现者会发现在天堂故障。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;你要爱你的生活，尽管它贫穷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;则可能还有愉快，高兴，光荣的，即使在一个贫穷的房子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;夕阳从施舍房子的窗户上一样光亮富翁的abode2反映; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;雪门前融化在早春。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我没有看到，一个从容的生活可以作为contentedly3那里，有作为欢呼的思想，像在皇宫。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;这个镇的穷人，我往往是过着最独立的生活。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;也许因为他们很伟大，所以受之misgiving4。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;大多数人以为他们是超然的不靠城镇来支援他们; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;但它经常发生，他们没有上述行为不轨，支持自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;这应该是更加声名狼藉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;培养贫穷如园中之花，像sage5。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;别忙着多少得到新的东西，衣服或朋友是否找旧的，回到那里去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;事情并没有发生变化; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我们改变。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;卖掉你的衣服，并保持你的看法。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
   <link>http://caned.blog.rs/blog/caned/generalna/2017/03/21/love-your-life3</link>
      <pubDate>, 21  2017 04:51:02 +0100</pubDate>   
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   <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;思念那段月下花前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;你还记得那年吗，月光洒在我们一同种下的花树上，我就在树下乘凉，你沏杯茶，轻轻的端到我面前，那氤氲的暖气，让这月光也禁不住沉醉，何况是人呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;你的眼眸有如繁星明亮，就那样静静的端详着，也能看到整个明亮而美好的世界。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;清脆的笛声，从遥远的地方飘来，逐渐近了，我听见是你的声音，清风告诉我的，有你的气息，任我辨别。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我开始思念你了，思念逐渐浓烈，又减退，但无论如何，也淡忘不了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;每当深夜，寂寞的花香透过那与你朝夕相处的帘子，飘入我的鼻，沁入我的心间，我就会明白，思念也来临了，你的面孔熟悉，仿佛连尘埃也变得那样沉静，漂浮在空气里的，总带有有关过往的你，渺远的气息。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我仿佛又看见，你站在那一棵花树下，花瓣静静的落下，树枝没有挽留，也无法挽留。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;就像我无法挽留你即将离开的脚步，那花零落在你的脚下，它在向你挥别，也在告诉我，无需挽留，也无法挽留。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;那些情意绵绵，花前月下的日子，就只能留著作为余生最难触及的回忆，却甘愿触及，如毒，蚀骨难忍，但也是一种悲伤的享受。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我又看见那一缕淡淡的月光，穿过我的眼眸，穿过流年的花海，铺洒在那一片过往的时光。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我痴痴的站在原地，灯火阑珊，回望来路，漫长而又荒凉，曾途径的地方，早已花开花谢不知多少年月，仿佛我和你，就只隔着春与秋，但也正因如此，我们才再难相见。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;一路逃亡了多少时光，又捕捉到了多少明灭的星光，看过了多少的离合悲欢，又感慨了多少的世事无常。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;昨日梦里，我提笔磨墨，任凭文字化作忧伤的剑穿透记忆的纸张，窗外静默的阳光洒在我的身上，带不走我的冰凉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我望着远方渐渐铺开的一幅绝美的画，画中柳枝新芽，还有浅笑的你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我想伸手去触碰，无奈我如何用尽全身力气，也握不住你笑间的那片情，触碰不到你的世界。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我只能任由画面渐渐模糊，直到永远的消失在我的眼前。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;醒过来，已是黄昏。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;夕阳醉人，更将我的世界拢上了一层薄薄的，像梦一般的忧伤。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;但那忧伤分明又那样真实。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;黄昏寂寞的风，轻轻凉凉的掠过我的房间，我闭上双眼，知道，我已经离你天涯海角，前方南燕北归，花枝零落，我们的缘分，就此烟消云散，天涯陌路。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;可是思念，总在时时刻刻让我误以为你还在身边，不过昨日之间。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;可惜，已很遥远。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;月光又出现，夜深，我透过摇摇轻落的树叶，发现，尘埃早已落定。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;原来，没有什么能够一直在空中飞舞，独自盘旋。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;我们终将逝去，待到明年山水依旧，再邂逅另一个春天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;待到流年度尽，再长相思，那段月下花前&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
   <link>http://caned.blog.rs/blog/caned/generalna/2017/03/21/flower</link>
      <pubDate>, 21  2017 04:41:46 +0100</pubDate>   
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   <title>Love Your Life</title>
   <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;However mean your life is, meet it and live it ;do not shun1it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man&amp;#39;s abode2; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly3 there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town&amp;#39;s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any . May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving4. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage5. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends, Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
   <link>http://caned.blog.rs/blog/caned/generalna/2017/03/21/love-your-life2</link>
      <pubDate>, 21  2017 04:41:40 +0100</pubDate>   
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   <title>Love Your Life</title>
   <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;However mean your life is, meet it and live it ;do not shun1it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man&amp;#39;s abode2; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly3 there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town&amp;#39;s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any . May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving4. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage5. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends, Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
   <link>http://caned.blog.rs/blog/caned/generalna/2017/03/21/love-your-life</link>
      <pubDate>, 21  2017 04:41:39 +0100</pubDate>   
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   <title>Čestitamo</title>
   <description>Ukoliko možete da pročitate ovaj članak, uspešno ste se registrovali na Blog.rs i možete početi sa blogovanjem.</description>
   <link>http://caned.blog.rs/blog/caned/generalna/2017/03/21/cestitamo2</link>
      <pubDate>, 21  2017 04:36:53 +0100</pubDate>   
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