Kaka Successfully Proposed, Ending Nine Years of Marriage

For Zhouzhou, when learning football in middle school, the first known football stars are Ronaldo and Messi.

Especially Messi, who is 170cm tall, can become a football star with his own efforts. In fact, there are

still many achievements that are even better than those of Ronaldo and Messi.

For example, Brazilian athlete Kaka.If it weren’t for injuries, Kaka might still be active in football.

2007 was Kaka’s most glorious year in his career, when he won the Champions League at Milan.

Then he dared not spare no effort to run on the green field because of his injury and illness.

Slowly he was reduced to mediocrity, and in that year Messi emerged and Ronaldo dominated the Premier League.

Now that Kaka announced his retirement the year before last, more attention has been paid to his emotional life for fans.

Today, Kaka announced on the social platform that he had successfully proposed to his new girlfriend, Carolina Dias.

E me Fez o homem Mais Feliz dessa terra!!Prometo retribuir e te fazer a mulher Mais Feliz do.

Portuguese translated into Chinese means: You make me the happiest person on earth! I promise I will repay you.Let you be the happiest woman, I love you!

In the photo, Kaka and her new girlfriend, Carolina Dias, wear a white jacket on the beach and kiss affectionately. Carolina raises her palm and writes: I said yes!

What’s interesting is that after only two years of love, Kaka decided to propose, and he was in a hurry.

Many people see the marriage news and think that Kaka and his ex-wife have been reunited. What’s the matter?

The new girlfriend, Carolina Dias, meets the needs of many men.

The new girlfriend is 11 years younger than Kaka, and has a model figure and an outstanding face. Kaka’s

marriage proposal was successful, and I hope it will continue to be a happy one.After all, at the age of 40, we need to settle down.

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Britney Spears Canceled All Singing Shows Britney Spears

Britney Spears posted on social networking website on May 5 that she would cancel all new concerts. The reason was that his father was seriously ill and hospitalized.

So she decided heavily to cancel the “Domination” singing show and devote the rest of her time to her family. Britney also said she had been looking forward to seeing everyone on the show and was heartbroken.

Britney Spears:

I don’t know where to start, because it’s too hard for me to talk about. I can’t perform my new “Domination” singing show.

I’ve been looking forward to this rookie for a year, and I hope to see all of you, so this decision breaks my heart. However, my family has always been my first priority.

So that’s the choice I have to make. A few months ago, my father was hospitalized and passed through the ghost gates. We are all grateful to him for surviving.

But there is still a long way to go to recover. I have to make tough decisions, and now I will focus all my attention and energy on my family.

I hope you all understand me. Ticket refund please log on my website. In the meantime, I sincerely thank you for your prayers and support for my family. Thank you, love you.

I’ve been looking forward to this rookie for a year, and I hope to see all of you, so this decision breaks my heart. However, my family is always my first priority, so this is the choice I have to make. A few months ago,

my father was hospitalized and passed through the ghost gates. We are all grateful that he can survive, but there is still a long way to go before he recovers. I had to make a tough decision.

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The king wore lambswool breeches and a quilted doublet,

The king wore lambswool breeches and a quilted doublet, yet somehow he looked as stiff and uncomfortable as if he had been clad in plate and mail. His skin was

pale leather, his beard cropped so short that it might have been painted on. A fringe about his temples was all that remained of his black hair. In his hand

was a parchment with a broken seal of dark green wax.

Jon took a knee. The king frowned at him, and rattled the parchment angrily. “Rise. Tell me, who is Lyanna Mormont?”

“One of Lady Maege’s daughters, Sire. The youngest. She was named for my lord father’s sister.”

“To curry your lord father’s favor, I don’t doubt. I know how that game is played. How old is this wretched girl child?”

Jon had to think a moment. “Ten. Or near enough to make no matter. Might I know how she has offended Your Grace?”

Stannis read from the letter. “Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK. A girl of ten, you

say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king.” His close-cropped beard lay like a shadow over his hollow cheeks. “See that you keep these tidings to yourself, Lord

Snow. Karhold is with me, that is all the men need know. I will not have your brothers trading tales of how this child spat on me.”

“I’m going to show you how dangerous tigers are,” hecontinued. “I want you to remember this lesson for the rest ofyour lives.”He turned to Babu and nodded.

Babu left. Mahisha’s eyesfollowed him and did not move from the door he disappearedthrough. He returned a few

seconds later carrying a goat withits legs tied. Mother gripped me from behind. Mahisha’s snarlturned into a growl deep in the throat.

Babu unlocked, opened, entered, closed and locked a cagenext to the tiger’s cage. Bars and a trapdoor separated thetwo.

Immediately Mahisha was up against the dividing bars,pawing them. To his growling he now added explosive,

arrestedwoofs. Babu placed the goat on the floor; its flanks wereheaving violently, its tongue hung from its mouth, and its eyeswere

spinning orbs.

He untied its

legs. The goat

got to its feet.

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Lady Melisandre stirred. “Tell me, Lord Snow …

Lady Melisandre stirred. “Tell me, Lord Snow … where were these other kings when the wild people stormed your Wall?”

“A thousand leagues away and deaf to our need,” Jon replied. “I have not forgotten that, my lady. Nor will I. But my father’s bannermen have wives and children to

protect, and smallfolk who will die should they choose wrongly. His Grace asks much of them. Give them time, and you will have your answers.”

“Answers such as this?” Stannis crushed Lyanna’s letter in his fist.

“Even in the north men fear the wroth of Tywin Lannister. Boltons make bad enemies as well. It is not happenstance that put a flayed man on their banners.

They north rode with Robb, bled with him, died for him. They have supped on grief and death, and now you come to

offer them another serving. Do you blame them if they hang back? Forgive me, Your Grace, but some will look at you and see only another doomed pretender.”

“If His Grace is doomed, your realm is doomed as well,” said Lady Melisandre. “Remember that, Lord Snow. It is the one true king of Westeros who stands before you.”

Jon kept his face a mask. “As you say, my lady.”

I could feel Mother’s hand pressed against my poundingheart.

The trapdoor resisted with sharp cries. Mahisha was besidehimself – he looked as if he were about to burst through thebars.

He seemed to hesitate between staying where he was, atthe place where his prey was closest but most certainly out

ofreach, and moving to the ground level, further away but wherethe trapdoor was located. He raised himself and started snarlingagain.

The goat started to jump. It jumped to amazing heights. Ihad no idea a goat could jump so high. But the back

 

of thecage

was a high

and smooth

cement wall.

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“As you command, Sire.” Maege Mormont had ridden south

“As you command, Sire.” Maege Mormont had ridden south with Robb, Jon knew. Her eldest daughter had joined the Young Wolf’s host as well. Even if both of them

had died, however, Lady Maege had other daughters, some with children of their own. Had they gone with Robb as well? Surely Lady Maege would have left at

least one of the older girls behind as castellan. He did not understand why Lyanna should be writing Stannis, and

could not help but wonder if the girl’s answer might have been different if the letter had been sealed with a direwolf

instead of a crowned stag, and signed by Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell. It is too late for such misgivings. You made your choice.

“Two score ravens were sent out,” the king complained, “yet we get no response but silence and defiance. Homage is the duty every leal subject owes his king. Yet

your father’s bannermen all turn their back on me, save the Karstarks. Is Arnolf Karstark the only man of honor in the north?”

Arnolf Karstark was the late Lord Rickard’s uncle. He had been made the castellan of Karhold when his nephew

and his sons went south with Robb, and he had been the first to respond to King Stannis’s call for homage, with a raven

declaring his allegiance. The Karstarks have no other choice, Jon might have said. Rickard Karstark had betrayed the direwolf and spilled the blood of lions.

The stag was Karhold’s only hope. “In times as confused as these, even men of

honor must wonder where their duty lies. Your Grace is not the only king in the realm demanding homage.”

Babu exited the cage in the same careful way he had enteredit. The cage had two floors, one level with us, the other at

theback, higher by about three feet, that led outside to the island.

The goat scrambled to this second level. Mahisha, nowunconcerned with Babu,

paralleled the move in his cage in afluid, effortless motion. He crouched and lay

still, his slowlymoving tail the only sign of tension.
Babu stepped up to the trapdoor

between the cages andstarted pulling it open. In anticipation of satisfaction, Mahishafell silent. I heard two things at that moment: Father saying”Never forget

this lesson” as he looked on grimly, and thebleating of the goat. It must

 

have been

bleating all along,

onlywe couldn’t

hear it before.

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Castle Black seemed a bleak and forlorn place in the

Castle Black seemed a bleak and forlorn place in the pale dawn light. My command, Jon Snow reflected ruefully, as much a ruin as it is a stronghold. The Lord Commander’s Tower was a shell, the Common Hall a pile of

blackened timbers, and Hardin’s Tower looked as if the next gust of wind would knock it over … though it had looked that way for years. Behind them rose the Wall: immense, forbidding, frigid, acrawl with builders pushing up a

new switchback stair to join the remnants of the old. They worked from dawn to dusk. Without the stair, there was no way to reach the top of the Wall save by winch. That would not serve if the wildlings should attack again.

“How well, though?” Ser Godry drew his own blade. “Show us. I promise not to hurt you, lad.”

How kind of you. “Some other time, ser. I fear that I have other duties just now.”

“You fear. I see that.” Ser Godry grinned at his friends. “He fears,” he repeated, for the slow ones.

“You will excuse me.” Jon showed them his back.

“Yes, it is,” said Father, annoyed. “It may very well savetheir lives.”Save our lives! It was no longer a small alarm bell thatwas ringing in my head – they

were big bells now, like theones we heard from Sacred Heart of Jesus Church, not farfrom the zoo.

“But Piscine? He’s only eight,” Mother insisted.
“He’s the one who worries me the most.””I’m innocent!” I burst out. “It’s Ravi’s fault, whatever it is.

He did it!””What?” said Ravi. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” Hegave me the evil eye.

“Shush!” said Father, raising his hand. He was looking atMother. “Gita, you’ve seen Piscine. He’s at that age when boysrun around and poke their noses everywhere.”Me? A run-arounder? An everywhere-nose-poker? Not so,not

so! Defend me, Mother, defend me, I implored in myheart. But she only sighed and nodded, a signal that theterrible

 

business could

proceed.

“Come with me,”

said Father.

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Boy was not the worst of the things that Jon Snow had

Boy was not the worst of the things that Jon Snow had been called since being chosen lord commander. He ignored it.

“Snow,” the voice insisted, “Lord Commander.”

This time he stopped. “Ser?”

The knight overtopped him by six inches. “A man who bears Valyrian steel should use it for more than scratching his arse.”

Jon had seen this one about the castle—a knight of great renown, to hear him tell it. During the battle beneath the Wall, Ser Godry Farring had slain a fleeing giant, pounding after him on horseback and driving a lance through his back,

then dismounting to hack off the creature’s pitiful small head. The queen’s men had taken to calling him Godry the Giantslayer.

Jon remembered Ygritte, crying. I am the last of the giants. “I use Longclaw when I must, ser.”

Countless stories are told of them. They are the pendants ofthose “vicious”, “bloodthirsty”, “depraved” animals that inflamethe ire of the maniacs I have

just mentioned, who vent theirspite on them with walking sticks and umbrellas. In both caseswe look at an animal and see a mirror. The obsession

withputting ourselves at the centre of everything is the bane notonly of theologians but also of zoologists.

I learned the lesson that an animal is an animal, essentiallyand practically removed from us, twice: once with Father andonce with Richard Parker.

It was on a Sunday morning. I was quietly playing on myown. Father called out.

“Children, come here.”Something was wrong. His tone of voice set off a smallalarm bell in my head. I quickly reviewed my conscience. Itwas clear. Ravi must be in trouble again. I wondered what hehad done this time. I

“Ravi, Piscine, I have a very important lesson for you today.””Oh really, is this necessary?” interrupted Mother. Her facewas flushed.

I swallowed. If Mother, normally so unruffled, so calm, wasworried, even upset, it meant we were in serious trouble. Iexchanged glances with Ravi.

walked into the living room. Mother wasthere. That was unusual. The disciplining of children, like thetending of animals, was generally left to Father. Ravi

 

walked inlast,

guilt written

all over his

criminal face.

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“Three corns and one roast raven,” said Dolorous Edd.

“Three corns and one roast raven,” said Dolorous Edd. “Very good, m’lord, only Hobb’s made boiled eggs, black sausage, and apples stewed with prunes. The apples stewed with prunes are excellent, except for the prunes. I won’t

eat prunes myself. Well, there was one time when Hobb chopped them up with chestnuts and carrots and hid them in a hen. Never trust a cook, my lord. They’ll prune you when you least expect it.”

“Later.” Breakfast could wait; Stannis could not. “Any trouble from the stockades last night?”

“Not since you put guards on the guards, m’lord.”

“Good.” A thousand wildlings had been penned up beyond the Wall, the captives Stannis Baratheon had taken when his knights had smashed Mance Rayder’s patchwork host. Many of the prisoners were women, and some of the

guards had been sneaking them out to warm their beds. King’s men, queen’s men, it did not seem to matter; a few black brothers had tried the same thing. Men were men, and these were the only women for a thousand leagues.

“Two more wildlings turned up to surrender,” Edd went on. “A mother with a girl clinging to her skirts. She had a boy babe too, all swaddled up in fur, but he was dead.”

“Dead,” said the raven. It was one of the bird’s favorite words. “Dead, dead, dead.”

“Religion will save us,” I said. Since when I could remember,religion had been very close to my heart.

“Religion?” Mr. Kumar grinned broadly. “I don’t believe inreligion. Religion is darkness.”Darkness? I was puzzled. I thought, Darkness is the lastthing that

religion is. Religion is light. Was he testing me? Washe saying, “Religion is darkness,” the way he sometimes said inclass things like “Mammals lay eggs,”

to see if someone wouldcorrect him? (“Only platypuses, sir.”)”There are no grounds for going beyond a scientificexplanation of reality and no sound

reason for believinganything but our sense experience. A clear intellect, closeattention to detail and a little scientific knowledge will exposereligion as

superstitious bosh. God does not exist.” -Did he say that? Or am I remembering the lines of lateratheists? At any rate, it was something of the

sort. I had neverheard such words.
“Why tolerate darkness? Everything is here and clear, if onlywe look carefully.”He was pointing at Peak. Now though I had greatadmiration

 

for Peak, I had

never thought

of a rhinoceros

as alight bulb.

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They had free folk drifting in most every night,

They had free folk drifting in most every night, starved half-frozen creatures who had run from the battle beneath the Wall only to crawl back when they realized there was no safe place to run to. “Was the mother questioned?” Jon

asked. Stannis Baratheon had smashed Mance Rayder’s host and made the King-Beyond-the-Wall his captive … but the wildlings were still out there, the Weeper and Tormund Giantsbane and thousands more.

“Aye, m’lord,” said Edd, “but all she knows is that she ran off during the battle and hid in the woods after. We filled her full of porridge, sent her to the pens, and burned the babe.”

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the

son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen’s men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss

them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. “There is power in a king’s blood,” the old maester had warned, “and better men than Stannis have done

worse things than this.” The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames.

He spoke again. “Some people say God died during thePartition in 1947. He may have died in 1971 during the war.

Or he may have died yesterday here in Pondicherry in anorphanage. That’s what some people say, Pi. When I was yourage, I lived in bed, racked with

polio. I asked myself every day,‘Where is God? Where is God? Where is God?’ God nevercame. It wasn’t God who saved me – it was medicine. Reasonis my

prophet and it tells me that as a watch stops, so wedie. It’s the end. If the watch doesn’t work properly, it must befixed here and now by us. One day we will take hold of themeans of production and there will be justice on

earth.”This was all a bit much for me. The tone was right – lovingand brave – but the details seemed bleak.

 

I said nothing.

Itwasn’t for

fear of angering

Mr. Kumar.

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Recently, a Dutch court ruled against a lawsuit by Fujian villagers of

Recently, a Dutch court ruled against a lawsuit by Fujian villagers of China

against Dutch Tibetans for reclaiming the statue of Master Zhang sitting in the body of Buddha, on the grounds that it was unclear whether the villagers’Committee of China had the right to file a lawsuit.

A lot of Chinese people are angry when news of the verdict comes out. This is the logic of robbers. The Buddha is ours. It also says that we have no right to appeal to the law. That’s a wonderful reason.

Maybe some netizens don’t know what happened. One night in December 1995,

the guard of Lin’s ancestral temple in Yangchun Village, Wushan Township,

Datian County, Fujian Province, fell asleep and the ancestor Zhang, who was enshrined in the ancestral temple, disappeared.

Zhang Gongzu, known by villagers in Yangchun Village, Fujian Province as

“the benefactor of Kaishan”, is a Taoist monk. Zhang Gongzu sat down and

became a Buddha. The ancestors of Yangchun Village in Fujian made it into a

body sitting Buddha, which has been enshrined in Lin’s ancestral temple.

In October 2014, the Hungarian Museum

of Natural Science held an exhibition “Mummy World”, where a statue of Chinese Buddhist and monk’s body,

labeled about 1100 A.D., was also displayed.

Some people are surprised to find that this Chinese Buddha statue is very similar to the body treasure of Zhang

Gong-liu Quan, who was stolen in the Song Dynasty in 1995. Moreover, there are some words on the Buddha cushion,

such as “this hall’s general seal of Zhang

this Buddha statue on display is the stolen Buddha statue in Yangchun Village.

So the villagers of Yangchun Village, Wushan Township, Datian County,

Fujian Province, submitted evidence to the Dutch court, saying that the

mummies in the exhibition were the Buddha statues they had lost.

According to Dutch media reports, the owner of the Buddha statue is an

architect in Amsterdam. He said his collection of Buddha statues is indeed very similar to those lost in Yangchun

Village, Fujian Province. However, the Yangchun village Buddha statue in Fujian Province was stolen in October of the Lunar calendar in 1995, and his

collection of Buddha statues was earlier than this time, that is to say, the possibility of the two Buddha statues

being the same is small. However, such collectors claim

that if it can be proved that the

Buddha was the one claimed

stolen by Fujian villages,

he would return the Buddha.

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