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一个箱子里装有10个除颜色外都相同的球,其中有1个红球,3个黑球,6个绿球.随机地从这个箱子里摸出一个球,摸出绿球的可能性是​ ____

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       佛祖道:“我与你打个赌赛:你若有本事,一筋斗打出我这右手掌中,算你赢,再不用动刀兵苦争战,就请玉帝到西方居住,把天宫让你;若不能打出手掌,你还下界为妖,再修几劫,却来争吵。”大圣闻言,暗笑道:“这如来十分好呆!我老孙一筋斗去十万八千里。他那手掌,方圆不满一尺,如何跳不出去?”急发声道:“既如此说,你可做得主张?”佛祖道:“做得,做得!”伸开右手,却似个荷叶大小。那大圣收了如意棒,抖擞神威,将身一纵,站在佛祖手心里,却道声:“我出去也!”你看他一路云光,无影无形去了。佛祖慧眼观看,见那猴王风车子一般相似不住,只管前进。大圣行时,忽见有五根肉红柱子,撑着一股青气。他道:“此间乃尽头路了。这番回去,如来作证,灵霄宫定是我坐也。”又思量说:“且住!等我留下些记号,方好与如来说话。”拔下一根毫毛,吹口仙气,叫:“变!”变作一管浓墨双毫笔,在那中间柱子上写一行大字云:“齐天大圣到此一游。”写毕,收了毫毛。又不庄尊,却在第一根柱子根下撒了一泡猴尿。翻转筋斗云,径回本处,站在如来掌内道:“我已去,今来了。你教玉帝让天宫与我。”如来骂道:“我把你这个尿精猴子!你正好不曾离了我掌哩!”大圣道:“你是不知。我去到天尽头,见五根肉红柱,撑着一股青气,我留个记在那里,你敢和我同去看么!”如来道:“不消去,你只自低头看看。”那大圣睁圆火眼金睛,低头看时,原来佛祖右手中指写着“齐天大圣到此一游”。大指丫里,还有些猴尿臊气,大圣吃了一惊道:“有这等事,有这等事!我将此字写在撑天柱子上,如何却在他手指上?莫非有个未卜先知的法术。我决不信,不信!等我再去来!”好大圣,急纵身又要跳出,被佛祖翻掌一扑,把这猴王推出西天门外,将五指化作金木水火土五座联山,唤名“五行山”,轻轻的把他压住。

以上片段选自《西游记》第七回。

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Some years ago, writing in my diary used to be a usual activity.I would return from school and spend the expected half hour recording the day'sevents, feelings, and impressions in my little blue diary. I did not reallyneed to express my emotions by way of words, but I gained a certainsatisfaction from seeing my experiences forever recorded on paper. After all,isn't accumulating memories a way of preserving the past?

When I was thirteen years old, I went on a long journey on footin a great valley, well equipped with pens, a diary, and a camera. During thetrip, I was busy recording every incident, name and place I came across. I feltproud to be spending my time productively, dutifully preserving for futuregenerations a detailed description of my travels. On my last night there, Iwandered out of my tent, diary in hand. The sky was clear and lit by the glareof the moon, and the walls of the valley looked threatening behind their screenof shadows. I automatically took out my pen...

At that point, I understood that nothing I wrote could evermatch or replace the few seconds I allowed myself to experience the dramaticbeauty of the valley. All I remembered of the previous few days were the dullcharacterizations I had set down in my diary.

Now, I only write in my diary when I need to write down aspecial thought or feeling. I still love to record ideas and quotations thatstrike me in books, or observations that are particularly meaningful. I takepictures, but not very often only of objects I find really beautiful. I'm nolonger blindly satisfied with having something to remember when I grow old. Irealize that life will simply pass me by if I stay behind the camera, busypreserving the present so as to live it in the future.

I don't want to wake up one day and have nothing but a pile ofpictures and notes. Maybe I won't have as many exact representations of peopleand places; maybe I'll forget certain facts, but at least the experiences willalways remain inside me. I don't live to make memories--I just live, and thememories form themselves.