JS在线打字练习

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JS在线打字练习！是不是很怀旧哦！呵呵！

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Each day the children produced some new wonder -- strings of popcorn, hand-made trinkets, and German bells made from wallpaper samples, which we hung from the ceiling. Through it all she remained aloof, watching from afar, seemingly miles away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now so suddenly withdrawn. I hoped the festivities would appeal to her. But nothing did. We made cards and gifts for mothers and dads, for sisters and brothers, for grandparents, and for each other. At home the students made the popular fried marbles and vied with one another to bring in the prettiest ones. " You put them in a hot frying pan, Teacher. And you let them get real hot, and then you watch what happens inside. But you don't fry them too long or they break."So, as my gift to them, I made each of my students a little pouch for carrying their fried marbles. And I knew they had each made something for me: bookmarks carefully cut, colored, and sometimes pasted together; cards and special drawings; liquid embroidery doilies, hand-fringed, of course.

After school the children left in little groups, chattering about the great day yet to come when long-hoped-for two-wheelers and bright sleds would appear beside their trees at home. She lingered, watching them bundle up and go out the door. I sat down in a child-sized chair to catch my breath, hardly aware of what was happening, when she came to me with outstretched hands, bearing a small white box, unwrapped and slightly soiled, as though it had been held many times by unwashed, childish hands. She said nothing. "For me?" I asked with a weak smile. She said not a word, but nodded her head. I took the box and gingerly opened it. There inside, glistening green, a fried marble hung from a golden chain. Then I looked into that elderly eight-year-old face and saw the question in her dark brown eyes. In a flash I knew -- she had made it for her mother, a mother she would never see again, a mother who would never hold her or brush her hair or share a funny story, a mother who would never again hear her childish joys or sorrows. A mother who had taken her own life just three weeks before.

请允许我把我的19岁埋藏在童真和幼稚里，允许我留下支离破碎的思想。
我在云端站了许久，风吹过那次高考我摔的很重，很痛！
风筝飞得离天很近，一定要抓住那跟线，别让它迷失了方向，我怕它随风卷起沙子飞进我的眼睛。高考是个意外，无意中那跟线我没有抓牢。
清楚的记得在火车站送朋友远方留学的情景，那时以外的没有哭。
而就在一转身，寂寞就在一转眼看见了．我看着窗外的月月红花，一月复一月的花开花又落；我望着鸟儿飞累了在枝头休息片刻后又消失在云里，向东还是向西我却茫然；楼下依旧有行人在闲谈，我固执的遗视那条一天都只有一趟火车经过的铁路，没有理会那闲言的内涵。寂寞成了我生活中的久居者。肆意地在我生命中打滚，我无法摆脱它，任由它无理的撕打我的脆弱。
在一个空旷和高远的地方，我冷静而决绝的告诉自己：只有那风和云在一直追随自己．寂寞永远是留给思考者和白抛弃者的．在《我们远去的青春》里。我赶上了李然的忧伤，看到里李然眼中的茫然。庆幸的是他并不孤单，这是他和我唯一不同的。
那个秋天孤寂来得很快，他没有留给我一丝躲闪的余地使，我措手不及。
跟着月亮我一步一步往回走，秋天的风打在脸上感觉寂寞。孤独是很难承受的，尤其是寂寞的长夜：俯视燥杂的大街人来人往；灯火辉煌的长街闪闪灯光，这样我望了好久，于是灯火开始变的稀疏，人们走累了躲进了小宅，我敢肯定他们也怕黑。沉默吧黑夜！于是虫儿也为沉没打鸣。不知何时手中已多了那支被高考遗弃数月的钢笔，人们说文字可以记录时光，那定也能记载忧伤并憧憬未来。
我努力爬上曾经那朵踩过的云。那朵我曾在上面摔下来的云，那上面依旧有风，风的力量似乎加强了，只是我习惯了那风，习惯了被风吹落又重新爬上去，不想一再重复就是三月。
时间的岁片轻易的击中我脆弱的神经，使我感官反应不及，口干舌燥，神经有一种幸福中浸啧出来的痛楚，直至迷茫。
当秋叶告别了枝头，大雁已离开寒北到南方找到住所，我开始变的恍惚。因为我在寂寞中实在呆的太久了。我勇敢的从那陪我漂泊了数月的云上纵身一跃跳了下来，我没有想过会折断一条腿或是一只手，我只想跳下来。因为我厌倦了那风，厌倦了那风把我从这边吹到那头。
当蜘蛛网无情的查封了我的炉台；
当灰烬的余烟叹息着贫困的悲哀；
我依旧固执的扑平失望的灰烬；
美丽的雪花写下：相信未来。
果真一不留神没有抓牢的线让其风卷起了沙子飞进了我的眼睛。一哭就是三个月。但我今天却很高兴。因为我摆脱了那风和云荣幸的上岗了。就在那些被风吹过的那些日子之后。
风把那云慢慢的吹向西行，直至跌落在山的那头。

在IE8、Chrome下测试通过！应该BUG还有，但已经能用！

IE和Chrome对字符处理有很多差异，并在制作中发现很多问题，等明天在终结了！睡觉了！

单文件下载：http://files.cnblogs.com/zjfree/JPLX2.rar

另一个在线指法练习【怀旧版】

ps:博客园编辑器中的select元素还是添加不上onchange事件，只能使用onclick事件了！汗一个！

作者: xiao张发表于 2010-12-01 23:41 原文链接

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