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Tiger feeding a trapped tiger
在日本，發生了一件千真萬確?
壁虎在日本，發生了一件千真萬確的
有人為了裝修家裡，拆開了牆壁；日式住宅的牆壁通常是中間架了木板後，
兩邊批上泥土，其實裡面是空的。
他拆牆壁的時候，發現一隻壁虎被困在那裡
一根從外面釘進來旳釘子釘住了那隻壁虎的尾巴
那人見狀，既覺可憐又感好奇，他仔細看看那根釘子，天啊！
那根釘子是十年前蓋那房子的時候釘的。
到底怎麼回事？那隻壁虎竟然困在牆壁裡活了整整十年！黑暗中的牆壁裡的十年，
他於是暫時停止了裝修工程：「牠到底吃什麼？」
他要一探究竟。過了不久，不知哪裡又鑽出來一隻壁虎，嘴裡含著食物．．．
啊！他一時愣住了，這是什麼樣的情啊？為了被釘住尾巴而不能走動的壁虎，
在人類的社會中隨著電腦的普級，人與人獲取相關的資訊更快速，
Commonly Used Vegetarian Poems
- 奉勸世人早吃齋
人性物性一處來
忍心殺食同胞肉
將心比心實可哀
Menganjurkan umat manusia untuk segera bervegetarian,roh manusia dengan roh hewan berasal dari tempat yang sama,bila tega membunuh dan memakan daging saudara sekandung,secara timbang rasa sungguh sangat menyedihkan.
- 肉字本是兩個人
迷人不知大口吞
吃他半斤還八兩
算來還是人食人
Huruf daging berasal dari dua huruf manusia,yang tidak menyadari makan dengan lahap,makan dia 1/5 kg harus bayar 5ons,bila dihitung artinya tetap saja manusia makan manusia. - 堂上打鼓打公皮
鍋內煎煮是姑姨
三世祖媽娶為婦
我今不笑等何時
Di rumah memukul tambur dari kulit mertua,di kuali yang digoreng dan direbus adalah saudara ipar sendiri,dalam tiga kelahiran lalu menjadi nenek atau ibu sekarang menjadi istri,kalau tidak sekarang kapan lagi saya mentertawakan hal ini. - 千百年來碗裏羹
冤深似海恨難平
欲知世上刀兵劫
但聽屠門夜半聲
Selama ribuan tahun memakan lauk yang didalam mangkuk,hutang karma sedalam lautan sulit untuk diredam,bila ingin tahu kengerian bencana peperangan,dengarkanlah jeritan pilu waktu tengah malam dirumah jagal.
- 吃齋食肉一樣人
田中稻稗一樣青
有朝一日末劫到
吃齋食肉得分明
Memakan daging atau vegetarian sama-sama manusia,seperti padi ditengah sawah sama hijaunya,satu hari nanti bila bencana akhir jaman datang,pemakan daging dan vegetaris akan terlihat jelas perbedaannya.
Bryan Anderson Karma Story
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out.
His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.
He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him.
Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.
Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene
was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her
attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan
..
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred
dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything' s going to be all right. I love
you, Bryan Anderson.'
There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.' Today, I sent you this story and I'm asking you to pass it on... Let this light shine.
His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.
He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him.
Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.
Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene
was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her
attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan
..
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred
dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything' s going to be all right. I love
you, Bryan Anderson.'
There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.' Today, I sent you this story and I'm asking you to pass it on... Let this light shine.
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