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献给坛子里教汉语的朋友:汉语拼音标注器

http://www.pinyinannotator.com

Xiàn献gěi给tán坛zǐ子lǐ里jiào教Hànyǔ汉语de的péngyou朋友:hànyǔpīnyīn汉语拼音biāo标zhù注qì器

神奇啊!太省力了。更重要的是,有汉字不会念,不用查字典就能读出来。
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沙发  发表于: 2007-11-18   
这正是让中文只有小学程度的我儿一个自学自修的好工具  拜谢卡总无私分享
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板凳  发表于: 2007-11-18   
正需要这东西呢,谢谢,谢谢哈
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地板  发表于: 2007-11-19   
都有哪位教汉语啊在国外,分享一哈经验吧
我就看看,我不说话
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地下室  发表于: 2007-11-19   
super...  刚用来查这个词。。。

Jī矶yù鹬;cǎo草yù鹬


因为sandpiper 。。。


The Sandpiper
by Robert Peterson



She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I
live.
I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the
world
begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something
and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.



"Hello," she said.



I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small
child.



"I'm building," she said.



"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.



"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."



That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.



A sandpiper glided by.



"That's a joy," the child said.



"It's a what?"



"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."



The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to
myself,
hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed
completely out of balance.



"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.



"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."



"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."



"Hi, Wendy."



She giggled. "You're funny," she said.



In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.
Her musical giggle followed me.



"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."



The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA
meetings,
and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my
hands
out
of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my
coat.



The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was
chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.



"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"



"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.



"I don't know. You say."



"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.



The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."



"Then let's just walk."



Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.
"Where do you live?" I asked.



"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.



Strange, I thought, in winter.



"Where do you go to school?"



"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."



She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind
was
on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy
day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.



Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was
in no
mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and
felt
like demanding she keep her child at home.



"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me,
"I'd
rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.



"Why?" she asked.



I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought,
My God, why was I saying this to a little child?



"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."



"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"



"Did it hurt?" she inquired.



"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.



"When she died?"



"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding,
wrapped up in myself. I strode off.



A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't
there.
Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up
to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking
young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.



"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today
and wondered where she was."



"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much.
I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance,
please, accept my apologies."



"Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing
that I meant what I had just said.



"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia.
Maybe she didn't tell you."



Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.



"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no.
She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy
days.
But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered,
"She
left
something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment
while I look?"



I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely
young
woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold
childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a
yellow beach,
a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:



A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.



Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to
love
opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so
sorry,
I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The
precious little
picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each
year
of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding
love.



A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand
-- who taught me the gift of love.
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6楼  发表于: 2008-03-10   
老卡的link 不work了。。

rakudoor的  还能用。 谢了。
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引用第6楼lili于03-10-2008 14:14发表的  :
老卡的link 不work了。。

rakudoor的  还能用。 谢了。


我把链接更新了。

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“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”  -----  Henry David Thoreau
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8楼  发表于: 2008-03-10   
不错的东西,收藏了先,现在俺给小东西念故事的时候,都经常遇到难懂的字,主要是那些进口书里奇怪的鸟类动物名   ,书到用时方恨少

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