Juneyan

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

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[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@show5560 右边是三花哦

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@bmopilled 大额头的人更聪明，据说。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@Sophie42911459 您能开空调吗？

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

In 1872, an eighteen-year-old girl arrived in a remote gold mining camp in Idaho. Legally, she was not even considered a human being. She did not have money, she did not speak a word of English.

She had been sold by her starving family in China during a famine, smuggled across the ocean, and bought by a wealthy Chinese saloon owner to work as a slave.

Her birth name was Lalu Nathoy, but the miners quickly gave her a simpler name: Polly.

The odds against Polly were overwhelming. Under American law at the time, she was invisible. The local government considered her presence illegal, and the men in the camp viewed her as property.

But Polly possessed a quiet determination that no one saw coming.

While she spent long, exhausting hours scrubbing heavy canvas pants on a washboard, she listened. She memorized every word spoken around her.

She learned English in complete silence, without anyone realizing it until it was too late to stop her.

Polly looked at the rugged miners around her and noticed something crucial.

They had gold in their pockets, but absolutely nothing else.

They had no one to feed them properly, no one to nurse them when they fell ill, and no one to make the brutal survival in the canyon bearable.

She saw a massive void in the market and decided to fill it.

She started cooking, sewing, and providing basic medical care. Every single coin she earned from these side jobs went straight into the dirt floor underneath her bed.

While the men squandered their fortunes on gambling and alcohol, Polly was buying something much more permanent: her independence.

Her life took a dramatic turn when a local saloon keeper named Charlie Bemis was shot in the face during a gambling dispute.

The camp doctor took one look at the horrific wound and declared him a dead man. Polly refused to accept that. She boiled water, sterilized a common crochet hook, and spent hours carefully extracting the bullet from Charlie’s skull.

Against all medical logic, Charlie lived.

Eventually, Polly and Charlie left the mining camp together and moved to Hells Canyon, the deepest river gorge in North America.

The Snake River cut through granite walls so steep that sunlight only hit the valley floor for a few hours a day. On a piece of land that seemed impossible to cultivate, Polly planted a fruit orchard.

She grew cherry and apple trees against the harsh rock cliffs.

When miners down the river got sick with fever or suffered terrible injuries, Polly took them in, becoming the ultimate healer of the canyon.

But her greatest battle was yet to come. In 1892, the U.S. government passed the Geary Act, a harsh law requiring all Chinese residents to carry certificates of residence or face immediate deportation. Polly had no papers.

A federal official traveled down into the canyon specifically to deport her. But when he arrived, he saw the thriving orchard, the vegetable gardens, and the sick men Polly was actively nursing back to health.

Realizing she was the backbone of the entire canyon community, the officer sat at her table, filled out the residence paperwork, and signed it as her witness instead of arresting her.

Polly Bemis lived in her canyon until her death in 1933 at the age of eighty. Today, her cabin is protected as a National Historic Site, and the cherry trees she planted still bear fruit.

Polly Bemis proved that when your spirit is strong enough, human law becomes nothing more than a suggestion.

She began her life in America with absolutely nothing, yet she chose to fill the harsh canyon with sweet fruit, warm meals, and a safe place for people who had no one else to care for them.

Enslaved, isolated, and stripped of every legal right, Polly faced a harsh wilderness and an even harsher society with absolutely no fear. She chose to fight back not with malice, but by building a life of profound purpose and protecting those around her.

[民主共产是一家 @klkzm]

经妓学本来就是假的，它是人类在迈入更精密的单位时代后发明的骗局，只不过是玩弄度量衡的操作。我举个例子，古代日本税收是用大米来支付的。同样的单位面积产粮，奴隶主收4成，剩下6成归农民。由于奴隶主越生越多，蛋糕不够分，于是他们就干脆缩短尺子的长度，把一单位的边长从193降低到182，结果就是面积变小了，但农田的面积是不变的，在分配比例不变的情况下，但农民反而要上交更多的粮食。随着能操弄的刻度越精密，他们就能玩出更多的花样，这才是经妓学的本质

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@hsn8086 说白了就是在当时臭老九那个圈子里攀比谁品位高，总得争出个三六九等，地位高下。至于圈子以外的人都是垃圾，谈论的资格都没有，“谈笑有鸿儒，往来无白丁”。

也算是传袭至今嘞。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

还有个俗套叫兄妹情节，大概受日本神话影响吧。就是说爱情的双方得有血缘关系来证明，不一定是兄妹，反正要沾上血缘，那么这段爱情就是完美的。连宫崎骏都受这个影响。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

日本这些动漫编剧、导演都有很多公式化的套路或者说脑回路，也不管剧情，胡乱套用，好像日剧也这么玩。比如说强调团队协作，一代接一代的传递、最终把事情做成。这个放在励志或者热血动漫是OK的，套用到爱情故事里，新海诚《你的名字》也这么玩，就显得不伦不类。

[Quiet Patterns|静观其变 @BlindandBlind]

男人真正开始成熟，往往是在对世界的期望下降之后。
因为终于明白：不是所有关系，都值得索取温暖；不是所有付出，都会被理解；不是所有热闹，都代表被在乎。有些东西，再努力也留不住；有些关系，本就是阶段性的；有些孤独，也不会因为成功、财富和能力而消失。
一个人能改变的，其实很少。但一个人可以决定，自己用什么姿态活着。
这就是“知天命”。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@HctorCo55949274 Map of waifus

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@Moutai_H_Maple 你写的有点乱，东一句西一句

我个人的感受是，政府现在特别想要一个文化形象，就如同日本动漫在国际上的地位，形成了很强的IP

因此一方面以行政手段大推他们偏向的文化产品、一方面封杀不合口味的外国输入

然而文化产品终究内容为王。有内容的，无法被封。强推的，只会大众跟风，长远来看留不下痕迹

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@garrulous_abyss 同款啊，小时候买了本哈利波特直接被撕碎了扔书柜里展览。用攒的钱买个GBA和MP3也被没收，直到高考结束给我了。那会儿都出iPhone4S了。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@AriXZone 你买个宠物饮水机为何还要买能联网的。我是坚决不用这种智能。能连网就少一份隐私。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@jojowheel 所以说中国历史就一句话人心不古，刘邦逼迫田横称臣导致他自杀，他部下五百士也全部自杀。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@KKaWSB 然而这铁塔真的不好看，总给我一种工业化产品的废墟的感觉，就是类似被击沉的军舰沉到海底、腐烂到只剩铁架子的感觉。

[✝️基督揭露✝️ @edisoncomeon]

男人在电视上揭露了宇宙真相后不久死于空难

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@garrulous_abyss 六花从楼上降下来！

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@yibingsg 纯棉最高品质的西印度海岛棉也不过两三千而已，富人非要用几万买几千就能买到的品质我是不理解。奢侈品在我眼里是割富人的韭菜，好比彩票割穷人韭菜一样。

[Juneyan @juneyanhd]

@HOUSEPORN___ One of the worst room design I’ve ever seen