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Nameless breed in the computer virus to destroy the system of lightning speed, in my knowledge of the case rather than to kill, and gradually come together, ready to no good, threaten us are expendable. Virus have been perfectly justified, but I figure a moment of pleasure puts 360 safety tips ignored, and when they broke out in silence, their irresistible force, and my morale is repeated, the second and dried up, three and decline, so the occupied territory belongs to me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], are my rights being taken away.
so English proverb: manyhandsmakelightwork, said the image in Chinese is: many people make light work. Although I usually sleep in a dwelling within, but whatever the outcome, the class met in a few (in my range as a computer expert knowledge) for students, night of the incident I was 老潘 emergency call, said nothing to 老潘Bashansheshui an arduous journey from the third floor to the fifth floor of my attic where the air to see his expression, I could not help tears, which made me think of Plato as the transfer of knowledge and the kind of traveling around Western Europe selfless contribution to the human spirit (pull away), he first turn on the computer, but the screen is installed the system for others the experience of reference, he also decided to reinstall the system to help my computer, I was so eager to see him move, I do not have the spirit of humanitarian raise any objections, so he began to reinstall the system, to see his tragic The way a plate, I have damaged was: As can not force open, so open when he fell DV quite gentle, but put away, you can force to go forward, he Yiguanqinshou out. He just ignored my poor eyes spotlessly clean, with the most violent way off the DVD, no wonder his favorite word is the usual: go its own way for others to say. After installed or not, this moment 老潘 anxious, with his many years of experience in loading system did not solve this little problem (which he believes is a small problem), so he resorted to his ultimate nirvana: format C drive . I was not good to think that, like the general Tage Las (ancient Greek philosopher, intellectual faction) has been aware of his theory would provoke his killing of the disaster, I decisively turned down, I articulated so forcefully, said: how to format the C drive it? Damage to my computer and shorten its life! Then he quoted a sentence when sentenced Socrates: This can not do, as long as my conscience,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my heart in that little voice is still for me, and to show people the right to truth road, I will continue to pull every person I met, gave him loading system, and never consider the consequences. Look at his facial muscles beating rapidly, and die with the enemy at any time of a determination to silence me, and my heart alone in silence to: mycomputer, pleaseexcusemeifImakeanymistake. Then leaning on the wall, weep! When he test is over, the computer is still too rigid poisoning, he would like to say something, Resentment ran into my eyes, it wise to remain silent, and I gently growl Road near teeth: how the speed of light fast, you go away more quickly.
number two debut! This person is recognized as our class computer expert, although I see him several times, but never looked like this looked at him: watch his appearance, although not Young, but the momentum is compelling; detect its shape, the outside straight through, no Man does not branch,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], such as the gem; glimpse of their content, dark circles all over, like fall, is worthy of the name of the worms also, now, my heart Shaoan,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! level (although four do nothing), should also not beat you, but look closely, their brains may not be satisfied, strong man is a strong man, not passers-by can compare and see if he knew it was a micro fields and then, first adept find the crux of the problem, and then reinstall the system, boot the computer miraculously, the previous time,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I also have been poised anxious, I looked at him with the worship, he just Pie Piezui: no other, only hand cooked Seoul. I silently looked at him again, and indeed a master style,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], free in my eyes, he Piaoxian one thing, He went ahead to the bag of Qingzao, I am still in wonder at the time unaware that he was my Qingzao inhuman massacre, only to be defeated by skeletal debris, they cast of 11 bus driving into the distance and go, I was looking at his receding figure, fiercely despised him, and then float one sentence: This time you leave me, is the anger, to depression, is resentment; you smiled, I waved , a revenge of the road will show the two.
questions adapted from Lu Xun poem: we remain brothers, smile can obliterate allies and enemies. Date: Today, I was touched by the next one: urban management and sorrow, promise not to hit people

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.