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网站分析和SEO关系 网站分析和SEO有共同之处,那就是二者都是用于优化网站表现的。但是不同之处也很显著,就是他们的目的和手段均不一样。每一次当有朋友问我,我都很简单的解释:网站分析是优化用户在网站上的体验,最终促成访问者的转化,优化的落脚点是访问者本身;SEO是优化网站在搜索引擎上的表现,最终促成更多的优质搜索引擎访问者转化为网站的访问者,优化的落脚点是搜索引擎;从几个角度我们来看看区别:1. 从流量本身的角度看:网站分析不直接帮助获取更多的流量(尽管网站用户体验不断提升,流量确实会不断增加),而SEO是一种高质量的网站营销方式,能够帮 助获得针对性的有价值的流量。2. 从优化方式上:网站分析对于网站的优化偏重于引导(甚至诱导)访问者,以促使访问者完成网站所有者所期望的行为;SEO对于网站的优化偏重于引导搜索引 擎,以促使搜索引擎更全面、更深入、更准确的爬取网站内容(关键词),并为网站的内容设置更高关键词权重,以促使更多的搜索引擎用户进入网站。3. 从实现的结果看:SEO帮助网站获得高质量的相关性强的流量,网站分析帮助把网站的流量转化成实实在在的用户或购买者。你可以认为,SEO更多是通过优化网站而获得更好的流量(负责前端);而网站分析是通过优化网站实现更多的商业转化(负责后端)。总体看,更好 的流量能放大网站的商业价值(SEO的作用),而流量更好的转化则更直接为网站创造价值(网站分析的作用)。
网站分析和SEO的关系 网站分析和SEO有共同之处,那就是二者都是用于优化网站表现的。但是不同之处也很显著,就是他们的目的和手段均不一样。 每一次当有朋友问我,我都很简单的解释: 网站分析是优化用户在网站上的体验,最终促成访问者的转化,优化的落脚点是访问者本身;SEO是优化网站在搜索引擎上的表现,最终促成更多的优质搜索引擎访问者转化为网站的访问者,优化的落脚点是搜索引擎;从几个角度我们来看看区别: 1. 从流量本身的角度看:网站分析不直接帮助获取更多的流量(尽管网站用户体验不断提升,流量确实会不断增加),而SEO是一种高质量的网站营销方式,能够帮 助获得针对性的有价值的流量。 2. 从优化方式上:网站分析对于网站的优化偏重于引导(甚至诱导)访问者,以促使访问者完成网站所有者所期望的行为;SEO对于网站的优化偏重于引导搜索引 擎,以促使搜索引擎更全面、更深入、更准确的爬取网站内容(关键词),并为网站的内容设置更高关键词权重,以促使更多的搜索引擎用户进入网站。 3. 从实现的结果看:SEO帮助网站获得高质量的相关性强的流量,网站分析帮助把网站的流量转化成实实在在的用户或购买者。 你可以认为,SEO更多是通过优化网站而获得更好的流量(负责前端);而网站分析是通过优化网站实现更多的商业转化(负责后端)。总体看,更好 的流量能放大网站的商业价值(SEO的作用),而流量更好的转化则更直接为网站创造价值(网站分析的作用)。
三岁看大七岁看老 我是非常认可这个观点,2005年6月份左右有一个国际生命起源大会在中国开,有一个美国的科学家就非常有名,就是米勒,他在实验室做一个实验,就是凭空产生了蛋白质,他来了中国了,后来安排他和北京自然博物馆对了一次话,我也不懂生命起源,他也什么不懂什么是写作,到最后我问他一个问题,说中国好多家长望子成龙,你能否用最简短的话告诉他们,他们怎么做才是最有效果,他大概原话的意思就是应该是“10岁之前是关键”,之后就没有太多的事情了,就是获得知识是另一方面,就是三岁看大,七岁看小。 孩子小时候对很多事情都感兴趣,你不要扼杀他对这些世界的兴趣,大概就是说三岁看大,七岁看小,三岁应该是幼儿园,七岁应该是小学,所以幼儿园和小学是人生所有受教育过程中所有学校里最重要的,是比什么中学大学都重要的多,因为这是他的奠基,是给他人生打基础的时候,我觉得在这个过程中家长、学校、幼儿园最应该做的事是培养孩子的道德品质。 人生竞争,一开始都是拼长相、拼家庭拼到最后一定是道德品质,品质不行你一个台阶是上不去的,所以孩子从小最重要的教育应该是道德品质教育,说白了就是你让他从小学会尊重所有人,和他受到别人的尊重。 其次应该是留住孩子的想象力,爱因斯坦也说过,想象力比知识重要,因为我接触很多人,发现成年人很少没有知识的,但是有想象力的特少,因为他在获得知识的过程当中,他就觉得胡思乱想是不科学的,实际上胡思乱想太重要了,就是所有的伟大发明、发现都是有想象力的结果。 知识并不是越早知道越好,还是应该按部就班的去获取。
随息 智怡师:自己出家十几年以来,仔细反省并没有好好做到出家人的本分,来这里以后,才体会到自己该走的路。去年寒假自从修持准提法以后,觉得最大的感应是业力的现前。最近也是依准提法而修,因为过去主修随息法,所以二者也就互相配合上了。 师示:你这个方法是普通人所修的,你出家的目的到底是为了什么? 智怡师:当时出家没有为什么。 师示:没有为什么?!怪不得!出家总要为发愿而来,不发正愿而出家,即是没有目的,那是莫名其妙进土地堂。你现在要好好的发愿,没有愿力学佛便没有中心。你刚才报告念咒子修随息这是普通修法,还没有入门呢!况且,修随息法怎么随,知道吗?你修随息修了多久?你不要怕骂,来日无多,以后很少有机会跟你们谈话,你随息的经验怎么样? 智怡师:嗯...... 师示:你答不出来,我代你讲。你所谓的随息,只是名称而已,那是自己骗自己的话,打起坐来,在那里听听呼吸,数也懒得数,在身体痛苦的感受上转来转去,不叫随息,你知道吗?至于六妙门中的数息,有些人在那里数来数去,其实只是算算数字而已,这就不懂数息的第一步该如何下手。我不是笑话大家在学会计吗?你数一万次又有什么用呢?呼吸是生灭法,你听过我讲过没有? 智怡师:听过。 师示:它一来一往,你数它干吗?!那么,为什么古德及祖师们教人以数息法?那是因为你内心不静稍稍把你的心收回来在数字上跟呼吸配合一体,然后心觉得静了下来,便不要再数了,就跟着随。但是,随息不是随呼吸。现在问你们,一呼一吸叫做什么?(部分同学答:一念) 师示:对!一呼一吸名一念,也叫做一息。呼出去,鼻子出气,毛孔也出气;吸进来叫做“吸”。一呼一吸之间的那个叫做念,也叫做息。 什么叫做息呢?在休止的状态中。譬如你们观看一个人的睡眠,尤其婴儿,当真正睡着了的一刹那间是没有呼吸的,那才是睡着,等到睡了一下,忽然猛吸一口气,又起了一呼一吸的作用了,那是脑子里微细的妄念又动了。有妄念的时候,呼吸就动,真没有妄念的时候,那一阵子叫做“息”。听懂了没有!叫你随息,不是叫你随气呀!一般人的随息,都跟着呼吸生灭心跑,这怎么修得好,当然这不只是你一个人,你们全体都是如此。 随息即随那呼吸生灭之后的那个不呼不吸的静念,跟随着它,就得“心息合一”了。后来道家融合了这个法门,名词一变就叫做心息相依,心息两个配合为一,休止在那里,这个时候把念头硬是强制停住了,呼吸也强制停住了,这个叫做随息。你现在公然讲一边念咒一边随息,既然随息就不会念咒子,念了咒子就不会随息,念动气就动,念不动气也不动,你懂了吗?你自己矛盾也不知道,不用般若观照,没有智慧,怎么能修得上路呢?!一天到晚给业病所扰,你身体本来蛮好,一念之间给业病着,妄想特别多,东一下,西一下,说是聪明伶俐,其实聪明伶俐不好,就是业,这个知道吧! 智怡师:知道。
CHAPTER III The Night Shadows Wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, if some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than it busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me or than I am to them?
第二部分 CHAPTER I The Period It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, a sat this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood. France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to comedown and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in the rough outhouses old some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, be spattered with rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, for as much as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.
A Tale of Two Cities Charles DickensThe authorAmerican NotesBarnaby RudgeBleak HouseDombey and SonGreat ExpectationsHard TimesMartin ChuzzlewitLittle DorritNicholas NicklebyThe Old Curiosity ShopOliver TwistOur Mutual FriendThe Pickwick PapersA Tale of Two CitiesBiographyCharles Dickens (1812-1870).—Novelist, born at Landport, near Portsmouth, where his father was a clerk in the Navy Pay-Office. The hardships and mortifications of his early life, his want of regular schooling, and his miserable time in the blacking factory, which form the basis of the early chapters of David Copperfield, are largely accounted for by the fact that his father was to a considerable extent the prototype of the immortal Mr. Micawber; but partly by his being a delicate and sensitive child, unusually susceptible to suffering both in body and mind. He had, however, much time for reading, and had access to the older novelists, Fielding, Smollett, and others. A kindly relation also took him frequently to the theatre, where he acquired his life-long interest in, and love of, the stage. After a few years’ residence in Chatham, the family removed to London, and soon thereafter his father became an inmate of the Marshalsea, in which by-and-by the whole family joined him, a passage in his life which furnishes the material for parts of Little Dorrit. This period of family obscuration happily lasted but a short time: the elder D. managed to satisfy his creditors, and soon after retired from his official duties on a pension. About the same time D. had two years of continuous schooling, and shortly afterwards he entered a law office. His leisure he devoted to reading and learning shorthand, in which he became very expert. He then acted as parliamentary reporter, first for The True Sun, and from 1835 for the Morning Chronicle. Meanwhile he had been contributing to the Monthly Magazine and the Evening Chronicle the papers which, in 1836, appeared in a collected form as Sketches by Boz; and he had also produced one or two comic burlettas. In the same year he married Catherine Hogarth; and in the following year occurred the opportunity of his life. He was asked by Chapman and Hall to write the letterpress for a series of sporting plates to be done by Robert Seymour who, however, died shortly after, and was succeeded by Hablot Browne (Phiz), who became the illustrator of most of D.’s novels. In the hands of D. the original plan was entirely altered, and became the Pickwick Papers which, appearing in monthly parts during 1837-39, took the country by storm. Simultaneously Oliver Twist was coming out in Bentley’s Miscellany. Thenceforward D.’s literary career was a continued success, and the almost yearly publication of his works constituted the main events of his life. Nicholas Nickleby appeared in serial form 1838-39. Next year he projected Master Humphrey’s Clock, intended to be a series of miscellaneous stories and sketches. It was, however, soon abandoned, The Old Curiosity Shop and Barnaby Rudge taking its place. The latter, dealing with the Gordon Riots, is, with the partial exception of the Tale of Two Cities, the author’s only excursion into the historical novel. In 1841 D. went to America, and was received with great enthusiasm, which, however, the publication of American Notes considerably damped, and the appearance of Martin Chuzzlewit in 1843, with its caustic criticisms of certain features of American life, converted into extreme, though temporary, unpopularity. The first of the Christmas books—the Christmas Carol—appeared in 1843, and in the following year D. went to Italy, where at Genoa he wrote The Chimes, followed by The Cricket on the Hearth, The Battle of Life, and The Haunted Man. In January, 1846, he was appointed first edition of The Daily News, but resigned in a few weeks. The same year he went to Switzerland, and while there wrote Dombey and Son, which was published in 1848, and was immediately followed by his masterpiece, David Copperfield (1849-50). Shortly before this he had become manager of a theatrical company, which performed in the provinces, and he had in 1849 started his magazine, Household Words. Bleak House appeared in 1852-53, Hard Times in 1854, and Little Dorrit 1856-57. In 1856 he bought Gadshill Place, which, in 1860, became his permanent home. In 1858 he began his public readings from his works, which, while eminently successful from a financial point of view, from the nervous strain they entailed on him gradually broke down his constitution, and hastened his death. In the same year he separated from his wife, and consequent upon the
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