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发信人: marco_0708(祖与占) 整理人: danhan(2004-04-12 11:49:30), 站内信件 |
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中 奖 结 果 奖 级 总 奖 金(元) 中奖注数 每注奖金(元) 备 注 一等奖 21147222.84 0 0 滚入下期一等奖 二等奖 141085 1 141085 三等奖 141080 20 7054 四等奖 126500 253 500 五等奖 141850 2837 50 六等奖 298770 29877 10 ---- Stop all the clocks,cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin,let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes cricle moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North,my South,my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon,my midnight,mu talk,my song; I thought that love vould last forever:I was wrong. The atars are not wanted now;put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ovean and sweep up the wood; For mothing now can ever vome to any good. W.H.Auden(1907-1973) 
海湾对面的哈瓦那--Wim Wenders |
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