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2005年9月10日是我国第二十一个教师节，这一天河南省外贸学校里喜气洋洋，学校聘请的两名加拿大籍外教Luigi和Sabrina的中式婚典正在这里举行。省外贸学校的师生用这种别开生面的方式欢庆教师节。
上午10:30分，身穿马褂、头戴礼帽的外教Luigi小心翼翼地牵着身着旗袍、蒙着红盖头的新娘进入婚典现场,顿时掌声、笑声、唢呐声和喜庆乐同时响起，象征祝福的彩纸屑铺天盖地的向他们头上撒了下来。紧接着的跨火盆、踩气球、咬苹果、用秤杆挑红盖头等一系列的中式婚庆仪式让一对洋新人又兴奋又新奇。新娘Sabrina兴奋地说：“婚礼开始前我好紧张，因为不知道中国式婚礼是怎样的。这个难得的文化体验真是太棒了。我爱中国。”中国师生们在欢声笑语中为这对他们爱戴的外教送上了最真挚的祝福。1,,,,
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这对新人来自伟大的国际主义战士白求恩的故乡——加拿大的蒙特利尔，更巧的是Luigi本人就毕业于白求恩所就读的大学。作为历史专业的毕业生，Luigi对中国的文化和历史颇有研究，对这个文明古国更是充满了向往。2003年8月，拿到在非英语国家教授英语的资格证书后，Luigi放弃了加拿大优厚的工作条件，如愿以偿地来到了河南，在省外贸学校担任英文教师。和他的“老乡”白求恩一样，Luigi对工作认真负责，爱岗敬业，深得师生们的喜爱。他也深深地爱上了郑州这个美丽的城市。同时，在这里他也收获了爱情。他是通过朋友的介绍认识当时还在加拿大的Sabrina的，万水千山的阻断让这对恋人只能通过互联网倾诉衷肠。这期间感情丰富充满才华的Luigi为心爱的人写下了大量感人的诗篇，比如和等。,2,,,
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今年6月这对有情人终于在故乡喜结良缘。假期刚完，Luigi就匆匆带着自己的新婚妻子回到了郑州。在这第二十一个教师节上，在这场热闹的中国式婚礼上，这对热爱中国的加拿大教师郑重宣布他们的家在郑州，他们的爱在河南。步入洞房,,3,,
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Love Sublime
To my darling Sabrina RouillardStill avirgin,stillundefiled,still as pure as an infant child.Full of lovethat cannotdie,full of passion that will not subside.How I long forherside!As the icy torrents of a glacial river,so my heart shakesandquivers.In my cold isolation I do cry,only to be delivered byhereyes.In the prison of my body,rages the power of loves folly.Allmypassions still unfurled,reserved in check for my pearl.How Ilongto hold her tight.She is the essence of pure delight!My eyessearchin vain for thee,as my heart pants in agony.Oh, my sweetSabrina! Icould desire nothing more or less,than to remainentrapped in yourgentle caress.by Luigi BilucagliaAuthorsComments:This poem iswritten in honour of the most wonderful womanI have ever had thegood graces of encountering. With undying lovefor thee Sabrina, Isubmit this my ode to love, for the whole worldto behold.,,,4,
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My Porcelain Doll
To my darling Sabrina RouillardI see her in the distance,standingin the midst of this lonely frozen wasteland.Her visage asit was aray of sunlight piercing through the incomprehensiblebarrier ofdarkness that both setes and engulfs us in its glacialgrasp.Herfair skin, resembling a garment of the finest orientalsilk, servesas a pedestal for her crimson red lips that at theslightest touchare as soft as the petals of blossoming Imperialrose, and as sweetand slippery as liquorice.Her immaculate teethemerge from theirsmooth, pinkish foundation as if they wereextracted from the mostrefined of Italian marble quarries.Theystand erect in her mouth asthe colonnades of Imperial Rome did intheir border=1 Height andstrength.Her delicate tongue glides across herteeth as a scarletshawl would the shoulders of a dignifiedwoman.From her sphericalcrown cascades a cluster of bronzecoloured hair that flows asfreely in the cool Canadian breeze, aswould a field of barley atharvest time.Strands of her luxurioushair dangle near the meridianof her petite neck as bronze chainsfrom the mines of Ophir.I seeher eyes glittering like a distantstar would in a hazy midnightsky; they appear as skilfullychiselled jasper stones in the handsof the choicest Venetianjeweller.Her fragrance permeates the airaround me, encircling andat the same time caressing my face withits delectable scent, whichis unmatched by the finest of Francesperfumeries.Her eleganthands appear before me, as fragments ofpolished ivory; her fingersas ivory tusks removed from the heart ofIndias darkestjungles.Her natural beauty coordinates magnificentlywith hertender heart, giving the impression that she had beencreated assuch by a master painter on His canvas of nothingness.Hersoothingvoice falls as the dew of heaven on my parched ears,bringing withit an unlleled calm to my raging heart.My spiritlanguishes withinme, as my weary eyes yearn to behold once again,My Porcelain Doll,my Sabrina Rouillard.by Luigi BilucagliaAuthorsComments:Thispoem has been modified in order to honour my fiancéeSabrina, whohas displaced all others. She stands alone on theshelves of myheart, and centerfully so. As a rare and preciousporcelain doll Idiscovered her and have gladly and willingly placedher in my heartas the solitary owner thereof. Sabrina Rouillard, ofa truth MyPorcelain Doll, stands majestically in the centre of mybeing as anitem so delicate and precious would on the shelves of anavidcollector. Distance and time sete us now but come June 25th,2005both hurdles will be gone and Ill be able to hold mylittleporcelain doll once again and forever.,,,,5
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