(the original title: couples argue block metro shielding door closed, metro line 2 train delays 2 minutes 23 seconds)
Changjiang daily financial media on 27 January A young couple because of fa
mily dispute, take the subway when still quarreling, pulling each other, two block was about to shut down the subway train s
tation platform screen door, affect the normal operation of the train, causing delays 2 minutes 23 seconds.26 January 22
, the couple is wuhan railway police administrative detention in accordance with the law.
The picture shows the scene video capture
Who lives in the east lake new technology development zone, xiong, and her h
usband Mr Yan by arguing family disputes.On January 26th, after the couple quarrel with each other in the h
ome, his wife xiong, away from home, about 11 am, xiong, came to metro line 2 lo
ng valley station by subway to port road, her husband Mr Yan followed by subway train.
Ms for this behavior, bear some dis
satisfaction.When the vehicle to zhongshan park station, xiong, suddenly out
of the car.Husband Mr Yan to see his wife after you get off suddenly, oneself also followed under the car.
Recently, a video about hanah and through time and space by drag photos to the Int
ernet, netizens jangle, have to say: no quality fans really scary, artists are also should be respected.
Well quickly one called “willful work drinking” netizens on fast hand sent a video,
video hanah and after through time and space to participate in the activities, in be dragged photographic fans,
this process is very solemn and stirring, the power of the staff also failed to resist the fans of “passion”.
Why things: hanah and staff were forced to stop the entry, the uncle has been
to pull in the video, the staff polite rejection, but the uncle grumpy.
Swearing said “have to take photos, who let you are artist!Here is the photo, don’t stop me.”And hand over to drag him, h
anah always silent, just in the process of being stretched from the artist should be get the basic respect.
Hanah was a little boy, less effort, have never thought through time and spa
ce so that 178 cm big fellow was the drag to drag, such a move is a little bit too much.
Fans crazy pulling hanah with through time and space, make track for a star of the intellectuality and quality level, y
our attitude is polite, but believe that the star will be with you, after all, is not much, so tug at a suit, is sick.
Though the pursuit of star by fans to fame, but in the process o
f make track for a star must be rational, many stars have encountered the same problem, rememb
er after Lu Han of illegitimacy rice in order to avoid pursuit, even out of the car accident, and is true should not.
It is useful to keep a certain distance, are not necessarily posing with even if successful make track for a star, so
metimes more important than any move silently like, want to see this video fans can also protect their idols.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.