Dear All,
I am sorry that this blog will be stopped. I will start a new blog at:
http://spaces.msn.com/members/yangrong27
Thank you for your support and attention all these days! Let's keep in touch.
Still bad weather today.
Sincerely yours,
Rong
2008年10月3日星期五
Youth [转]
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
Parting memories - 1 [原]
Four years ago, we met in Taipei. I was supposed to be a tourist, but your appearance and presence made me a wanderer.
On my first day in Taiwan University, both of us participated in Taiwan Strait Mechanics Competition for high school students. We were opponents at that moment.
That night, as the winners of the competition and representatives of respective delegation, we had dinner together and cheered with each other. I remember the way the lamplight touched your face, you smiled and told me that your name was Echo.
The next day, you volunteered to become my local guide. You showed me to the night snack bar and we were walking aimlessly on the East Zhongxiao Road, time and again. Suddenly, you turned your head, and our eyes met; a momentary awareness in that hustles and bustles street. You took off your sport belt, and put it in my hand. I felt as though I’d been struck a blow under the heart.
On my first day in Taiwan University, both of us participated in Taiwan Strait Mechanics Competition for high school students. We were opponents at that moment.
That night, as the winners of the competition and representatives of respective delegation, we had dinner together and cheered with each other. I remember the way the lamplight touched your face, you smiled and told me that your name was Echo.
The next day, you volunteered to become my local guide. You showed me to the night snack bar and we were walking aimlessly on the East Zhongxiao Road, time and again. Suddenly, you turned your head, and our eyes met; a momentary awareness in that hustles and bustles street. You took off your sport belt, and put it in my hand. I felt as though I’d been struck a blow under the heart.
General G.S. Patton, Jr: Address to the 3rd Army
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.
When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.
Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose!
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home -- and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great World War Two?" -- you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana."
Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel.
Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime,
anywhere.
That's all
Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.
When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.
Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose!
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home -- and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great World War Two?" -- you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana."
Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel.
Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime,
anywhere.
That's all
On Intuition
Lots senior management say they made big decisions without carefully logical analyzing. In contrast, they believe in so-called “instinct”, “intuition”, “foreboding” or “voices from heart”, or anything like those that they cannot describe with more details.
Then the question is “What on earth is intuition”?
The senses and emotions can help us to make decision, and they are basic factors to form intuition. The emotions can help us filter different choices; that is to say, this process is not realized by most of us, but it does exist.
What is more, the professional judgment can be simplified into certain kind of modes and rules. As a matter of fact, the real talented decisions often seem to need the ability of identifying the similarities with different matters. Those CEOs who got this ability can find the modes neglected by other people, so as to implement a perfect strategy.
But, sometimes we may be blinded by bias or other characters of human being. A common latent demerit of mankind is the attempt to find modes where they do not exist. As a result, self-examination and feedback-review is the key point of success. It should be included into a part of corporate culture.
Then the question is “What on earth is intuition”?
The senses and emotions can help us to make decision, and they are basic factors to form intuition. The emotions can help us filter different choices; that is to say, this process is not realized by most of us, but it does exist.
What is more, the professional judgment can be simplified into certain kind of modes and rules. As a matter of fact, the real talented decisions often seem to need the ability of identifying the similarities with different matters. Those CEOs who got this ability can find the modes neglected by other people, so as to implement a perfect strategy.
But, sometimes we may be blinded by bias or other characters of human being. A common latent demerit of mankind is the attempt to find modes where they do not exist. As a result, self-examination and feedback-review is the key point of success. It should be included into a part of corporate culture.
Independence Day - For T-Mac
The President: Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this history of mankind.
Mankind -- that word should have new meaning for all of us today.
We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore.
We will be united in our common interests.
Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July; and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution -- but from annihilation.
We're fighting for our right to live, to exist.
And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice:
"We will not go quietly into the night.
We will not vanish without a fight.
We're going to live on.
We're going to survive."
Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!
Mankind -- that word should have new meaning for all of us today.
We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore.
We will be united in our common interests.
Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July; and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution -- but from annihilation.
We're fighting for our right to live, to exist.
And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice:
"We will not go quietly into the night.
We will not vanish without a fight.
We're going to live on.
We're going to survive."
Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!
T-mac's night
When in Orlando, he was a lonely superstar who was branded as coward or selfish man by the journalists and critics. No one knows his desire for victory.
Once upon a time, it seemed that he was certain to pass the first-round of post-season with a 3-1 lead over Detroit. But he lost at last, which became the nightmare in his career.
Today he was on the brink of elimination again. Yao was not at his best; Sura just couldn’t find the basket; and Dirk, the most dangerous opponent to Rocket, took advantage of his physical strengths to wear him down.
If it is in his destiny, he can do nothing but face the challenges.
From his frosty eyes and lacerated roaring, we felt his will to win. Playing with the desperation, T-mac had 37 points, 8 rebounds and 7 assists to avoid the history replaying.
The series is now tied 3-3. He made it to a do-or-die Game 7, as close to the sacred ground of the second round as he has ever been.
“See you in Dallas, Dirk”, he says.
But no matter what happens on this Saturday, tonight belongs to T-mac.
Once upon a time, it seemed that he was certain to pass the first-round of post-season with a 3-1 lead over Detroit. But he lost at last, which became the nightmare in his career.
Today he was on the brink of elimination again. Yao was not at his best; Sura just couldn’t find the basket; and Dirk, the most dangerous opponent to Rocket, took advantage of his physical strengths to wear him down.
If it is in his destiny, he can do nothing but face the challenges.
From his frosty eyes and lacerated roaring, we felt his will to win. Playing with the desperation, T-mac had 37 points, 8 rebounds and 7 assists to avoid the history replaying.
The series is now tied 3-3. He made it to a do-or-die Game 7, as close to the sacred ground of the second round as he has ever been.
“See you in Dallas, Dirk”, he says.
But no matter what happens on this Saturday, tonight belongs to T-mac.
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