謝大狀

試問嶺南應不好，卻道：此心安處是吾鄉 🇭🇰🇯🇵🇦🇺。

[Anna Lulis @annamlulis]

This is Todd Beamer.

He prayed before leading a group of passengers to overpower hijackers on Flight 93.

He died a Christian, father, husband, and hero.

This was his transcript.

Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.

Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?

Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.

Lisa: Your name?

Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.

They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.

Lisa: Are you okay?

Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again.

A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?

Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan.

Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call.

Lisa: I promise.

Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy.

Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd. (Lisa patches in the FBI.)

Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.

Todd: I understand. I’ll be back.

Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.

Lisa: What are you going to do?

Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out.

Would you pray with me? They pray the Lord’s Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

On September 11, a town of fewer than 10,000 people looked up and saw 38 airliners coming down out of the sky toward them.

Nobody had ordered them to take those people in.

They took them in anyway. Every one. Into their homes. For five days.

The town is called Gander, in Newfoundland, on the far eastern edge of Canada.

At 9:45 that morning, the United States closed its airspace. Every plane over the Atlantic bound for America had to land somewhere, now. Gander sits on the point of land closest to Europe. In the Cold War it had been a refueling stop. By 2001 its runways were mostly quiet.

Then the planes started coming.

Thirty-eight of them. Wide-body jets from Frankfurt, London, Paris, Rome, Dublin. 6,122 passengers and 473 crew. Nearly 6,600 human beings.

The town had a population of about 9,600.

The mayor, Claude Elliott, said it plainly afterward. Every municipality has an emergency plan. There is no page in that plan that tells you what to do when 7,000 people decide to drop in for four or five days.

So they wrote the page themselves.

The passengers sat on the tarmac for hours. Some sat on their planes for more than a full day while security screened every aircraft. They had no idea what had happened. They were watching cell phones die. They were watching the fuel gauges and the faces of the flight attendants.

Then they came down the stairs onto the ground of a town they had never heard of.

Here is what was waiting.

Every school in Gander was closed. Every nonessential business was closed. Not to hide. To free everybody up.

The community television station put out a single message. Lend a hand. Do what you can.

The town's ice rink, the only refrigerated building large enough, was turned into a food warehouse. The mayor called it the largest walk-in freezer in the country. Sandwiches. Casseroles. Soup. Everything the town could cook was coming in faster than it could go out.

The pharmacies filled prescriptions for strangers and did not charge them. Heart medication, insulin, whatever a person had left in a suitcase they could not get to.

The phone company installed banks of free telephones so people could call home and say the words. I'm alive. I'm in Canada. I don't know where.

Schools, churches, the Lions Club, the Legion hall, the Salvation Army, all of them became dormitories. Cots, mats, sleeping bags on gymnasium floors.

And when those ran out, the people of Gander opened their front doors.

Strangers from Germany and Nigeria and Texas and Israel slept in the spare bedrooms of fishermen and schoolteachers. They took showers in the houses of people whose names they could not pronounce. They ate at kitchen tables next to children who kept asking them questions.

Passengers who had money tried to pay. Nobody would take it.

A woman on one flight later described the feeling she could not shake. She had landed in a place where nobody was going to let her be alone.

On the fourth day, the American airspace reopened. The planes could leave.

And the passengers did not want to go.

One of them told the 9/11 Museum, years later, that they had been having a wonderful time with those Newfoundlanders. He said it without embarrassment. He had watched the worst thing he had ever seen on a television in a stranger's living room, and the stranger had brought him tea.

On the flight out of Gander, on a Delta jet, the passengers passed a hat.

They started with $15,000, on the plane, that day. A scholarship fund for the students of the Gander area. Something for the children of the people who had taken them in.

That fund has grown to more than a million dollars.

Every year since 2001, a kid from Gander goes to college on money from strangers who slept on their floors for four nights.

The town has been awarded the Order of Newfoundland and Labrador. A Broadway musical about those five days ran for years. And this week, twenty-five years later, thousands of the plane people flew back to Gander to see the families who took them in. The airport unveiled a mural. Grown men who had been terrified passengers in 2001 hugged grown men who had been teenage volunteers pouring coffee.

Here is the part worth remembering.

The people of Gander did not know if the planes on their runway were safe. They did not know if there were more hijackers. They did not know who was on board. They did not know how long this would last.

They opened the doors anyway.

The town's emergency plan had no page for this.

They wrote it with their kitchens. 🇨🇦🇺🇸

[Chenggang Xu 许成钢 @ChenggangXu2024]

Thanks to all with courageous dedication and to everyone who continues to stand firm and speak truth in the face of relentless pressure.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In most cities around the world, pedestrians and cars are at war.
Drivers honk aggressively. Pedestrians cross glaring at their phones.

Now watch a crosswalk in Japan at 7:45 a.m.

An eight-year-old boy in a bright yellow safety cap walks up to the curb.
He raises his right hand high in the air.

A delivery truck approaches.
The driver sees the small hand, taps the brakes, and stops cleanly behind the white line.
He doesn't honk. He waits.

The boy jogs quickly across the painted white stripes.
He reaches the sidewalk on the other side.

Now watch what he does next.

He doesn't just walk away.
He stops. He pivots completely around.
He faces the two-ton truck waiting in the street.

And he bows.
A crisp, sincere 45-degree bow to the driver.

The truck driver taps his steering wheel, nods with a smile,
and drives on.

The driver had a legal duty to stop.
The boy had a legal right to cross.

Yet both treated the moment not as an entitlement,
but as a gift of shared respect between two human beings.

[Makoto Shinkai @_MakotoShinkai]

Work hard. Strive forward!

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In American schools, when lunch ends,
children throw their trays into plastic bins and walk away.
A hired janitor comes in later to sweep up the mess.

In Japan, there are no janitors.

At 12:15 p.m., the students put on white smocks, hairnets, and masks.
They carry heavy pots of soup from the kitchen themselves.
They ladle out equal portions for their classmates.
Nobody touches their spoon until everyone is served and they say "Itadakimasu" together.

Then, at 1:00 p.m., something even more profound happens:

O-soji. Cleaning time.

Seven-year-old kids get on their hands and knees with white cloths — zokin.
They push those cloths down the long wooden hallways,
polishing the grain until it shines like glass.
They wipe the chalkboards. They clean the toilets.
The teachers clean alongside them.

Why make children scrub floors?

Because when you spend fifteen minutes on your knees scrubbing a floor,
you will never, for the rest of your life,
drop a piece of trash on it.

It teaches a child that no work is below them.
No human being is born a master.

A high-trust society isn't born from laws.
It's born on the knees of seven-year-olds
taking pride in a clean floor.

[张晓敏电影人 @xiaominz_film]

据说谁敢发这个视频，就会有不止1000个水军来踩点……每天拉不完乌泱乌泱的水军，真有点怕怕呀😱

可是我💪突然想起高尔基的那句名言：“让暴风雨来得更猛烈些吧…”
然后轻轻的一按——嗖💨发了！

2019年香港地铁，现场“狠”疯狂！我的问题是：冲进去的香港警察为什么普通话都讲那么好？

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

At the end of every meal in Japan,
people put their palms together, bow their heads,
and whisper one word:

"Gochisousama."

Most tourists learn it as "Thank you for the meal."
That translation misses the entire soul of the language.

Look at the kanji characters:
馳 (chi) and 走 (sou).
Both mean the exact same thing: to gallop. To run hard.

"Chisou" literally means running around frantically.

Centuries ago, before refrigeration or supermarkets,
putting a warm meal on a table meant someone had to run:
the farmer sweating in muddy paddy fields,
the fisherman fighting waves at 3:00 a.m.,
the horse courier galloping between towns with fresh ingredients,
the cook standing in choking smoke over an open fire.

When you say Gochisousama, you are not saying "the food was tasty."

You are bowing to every pair of feet
that ran across the earth so you could eat tonight.

And you leave not a single grain of rice in the bowl.

Because leaving a grain behind
means someone ran for nothing.

[Chenggang Xu 许成钢 @ChenggangXu2024]

The CCP likes to frame US-China relations as a "Thucydides Trap" to disguise totalitarian rule as a conventional great-power rivalry. This misleading framing has major consequences, which this article explores while addressing recent reviews of my book:https://t.co/NAgF7ulaVU

[樱雪丸 @yingxuewan]

我希望大洋弥生阿姨这事儿能继续热搜一下，好让我回头写个请西藩的推文发一下跟着蹭点流量。
请西藩就是她家住的那个地方。
其实中国人学日语真的不难——你的日语水平上限在很大程度上取决于你的中文水平。
当然，这是一把双刃剑。
我之前说过我去过她家那里，因为当时想去请西藩阵屋。
我第一次听人讲请西藩，是在我朋友的教室里。
她是正经修江户史的，我当时是街溜子，有时候去她学校找她玩儿，闲着没事就陪她上个课。
有一次讲到请西藩，讲到藩主林忠崇，讲到他写的一本书，叫おもひ出くさ。
她问我啥意思。
我想了一会儿。
说，《回忆的草絮》。
1947年之前日语中は行只要不在字头，一律按わ行来处理的。
所以おもひ出其实就是おもゐ出，现在叫おもい出，回忆。
くさ就是草。
我凭借着我中文的阅读理解能力，本能地觉得，首先这肯定是一本回忆录一样的东西，但直接叫回忆之草有点过分了，大概率是回忆如路边零星的花花草草一般星星点点的感觉，所以，叫草絮会好一点。
然后，老师说，这个书的题目叫做回忆的草，江户时有和歌：今日の事のちの思ひ出くさにせばや。
今日之事乃日后回忆。
只不过非要细究这种草的话，叫紫苑。
自古以来，日本人把紫苑当追忆之草，把萱草当遗忘之草。
比如今昔物语集里就有说一个人为了忘记悲伤而种萱草（忘れ草）；另一个人为了永远记住亡父而种紫菀（思ひ草）。后者因为始终祭奠父亲，甚至感动了墓中的鬼神。
我那个时候别说紫苑了，我连紫苑寺有子都没听说过。
但真就觉得，中文足够好的话，至少在理解日语这块，会很方便。

[Yerbol Yezhenkhan （叶博） @yerbol_yezhen]

这位女士虽然在日本多年， 却不会日语。而语言不通， 会极大削弱个体对周围环境的掌控感与预测能力。

长期处于这种高压应激状态下，大脑的杏仁核会过度激活，将外界的中立规则（如诊所因医疗安全和法律责任而转诊不通日语的患者）自动解读为“敌意”或“歧视”。

面对自身无法融入、沟通受阻的无力感，个体不愿承认自身的局限，转而采用“投射机制”（Projection）——将内心的挫败感转化为“错都在外部环境与当地人”，以此维持脆弱的自尊。

在公共规则面前受挫，却把攻击矛头对准社区里的未成年人，并公开宣称“尊老爱幼不好使”，是用极端情绪掩盖生活无能。对弱者展现攻击性不仅无法解决融入困境，反而是心智不成熟、情绪管理失控的典型表现。

带着预设的敌意去审视日常邻里摩擦（将小孩拍手引狗叫上升到“故意暗地里使坏”），陷入典型的确认偏误（Confirmation Bias）。这种将个案冲突上升至群体对立、并在公开网络煽动仇恨的做法，最终只会进一步恶化自身所处小环境的邻里关系，导致更深的孤立闭环。

长久下去， 这位女士的心理终究会出现问题。

[Tony兄 @Kaneshiro1960]

看了你的多条评论，发现你缺的不仅是社会常识，更是做人的基本品行。

第一，拒诊你的只是一家千叶县木更津市的乡下小诊所，总共就一个叫“金野千行”医生兼院长，因为没有提前预约和语言沟通障碍被小诊所拒诊，张嘴就扣上“日本医院歧视外国人”的大帽子，实在荒谬。
走东京湾跨海公路（アクアライン）开车30分钟就进东京市区，这里有大把配备中文和英文服务的大型综合诊所。

第二，欺骗不懂日本生活常识的中国人
自疫情以来，日本几乎所有的私人诊所针对发热患者（特别是39度高烧），都严格要求必须提前电话预约。诊所需要安排专门的发热门诊通道或单独房间接待，以防止院内交叉感染，这是最基础的就医常识。不预约直接“闯入”，诊所有权为了保护其他顺序预约的患者而拒绝接待。
普通发烧感冒在任何国家的私营诊所都不享有无视规则的急诊特权。美国私人诊所也不能直接Walk-in。

第三，诊所拒诊的核心是为了规避医疗事故，而非歧视
在日本乡下私人诊所看病，你不会日语，凭什么理所当然要求日本医生必须懂英语？日本《医师法》规定得清清楚楚：存在严重语言障碍无法安全问诊时，医生为了避免医疗事故完全有权拒诊。看病不是靠比划盲猜，解决办法是自己带医疗翻译或会日语的家属陪同，而不是倒打一耙。

第四，诊所拒绝“电话不在场翻译”，恰恰是合规操作。
就不谈你儿子还是个未成年。就算成年人不在现场陪同翻译，仅靠电话翻译根本无法准确传达患者真实体征，也无法签署相关的知情同意书。日本《医师法》及医生的道德规范要求医生问诊必须准确无误，这是对患者生命安全负责的体现。

第五，别利用信息差整天煽动抹黑
享有医保不代表可以无视医疗机构的接诊规范和能力上限。图片里的私立小诊所遇到超出自身沟通能力和风险承受范围的病例，建议你去别的医院，是标准作业流程（SOP）。把未遵守当地医疗规则、缺乏常识引发的沟通失败，包装成“歧视外国人”并在网上煽动情绪，是在欺骗不懂日本生活常识的网友。

第六，虽然你生活在乡下，但也该明白日本社会运转的核心基石就是“遵守规则”（ルールを守る）。否则以日本这样接近1/3的老龄化人口的极端结构，放任何国家都不再可能是发达国家，正因为大家自觉遵守社会秩序，从而极大地降低了国家的治理和运转成本。反则看中国，社会管理成本很大程度上是建立在耗费巨额维稳费用上，在宏观上导致底层人口几乎就没有了社会福利，进一步导致底层越来越贫困。

最后，日语不会、常识缺乏，整天浑身戾气抱怨着日本生活不好。不如还是结束在日本的生活，广阔天空找一个活的舒心的国家，为了你的孩子着想。

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

Ikigai

[Erik Kuna 🚀 @erikkuna]

This one really gets me. 📷❤️

Not just because of the view, though obviously... come on. Earth hanging above the lunar surface is the kind of perspective that makes you stop for a second and just take it in.

But as a photographer, I love the composition here too. The balance, the spacing, the way the Moon fills the frame without overpowering it, and then that small, bright Earth suspended in all that negative space. It feels simple at first, then the longer you look, the more it pulls you in.

And that’s the part I can’t shake. This is real. This is a human view now.

I really hope we get more images like this from Artemis II, and if I’m being extra nerdy, I’d love to see the RAW files one day too. Photographers can dream, right? I’d love to see just how much more detail is hiding in frames like this.

Mostly though, I hope this is a glimpse of what more people get to experience in the future. Because if one image can make Earth feel this beautiful, this distant, and this fragile all at once, imagine what it must feel like to see it with your own eyes. 👀

hoto credit: NASA

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[謝大狀 @AB180302]

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[姜光宇 @showreal_me]

🔥台灣博物院的「馬年行大運」，好看～

[謝大狀 @AB180302]

諸形無常，心存感恩；
諸法無我，何以言謝；
因緣和合，寂靜安寧。🍵

[縱橫日本 @zonghengjp]

日本排球全明星賽上，男排隊員西田有志誤擊了場務小姐姐，采用了獨特的道歉方式....😆😆�

[謝大狀 @AB180302]

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[謝大狀 @AB180302]

@EvaWu49927 @OttoHuang120 不是名嘴，是臭嘴。社媒時代，丟人現眼，貽笑大方而已。