蝶 恋 花
答 李 淑 一
I lost my proud Poplar and you your Willow,
Poplar and Willow soar to the Ninth Heaven.
Wu Gang, asked what he can give,
Serves them a laurel wine.
The lonely moon goddess spreads her ample sleeves
To dance for these loyal souls in infinite space.
Earth suddenly reports the tiger subdued,
Tears of joy pour forth falling as mighty rain.
Drowning in a sea of e-mail; Do you send cover-your-butt e-mails? How about duck-and-run? Reply to all? Well, stop it, already. They eat up your work time.(BUSINESS)
Oct 01, 2006; Byline: H.J. Cummins; Staff Writer E-mail was so cool when Karen Oman started Certes Financial Pros, a temp agency in St. Louis...