算命是我国从古代流传至今的一种传统文化，我们所说的算命是民间俗称，学术上的专业称谓叫预测，研究算命的学术叫易学、也叫术数。
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易学在中国历史上源远流长，据中国之声《新闻晚高峰》报道，算命或起于先秦，当古埃及人用纸草记事、古巴比伦人以泥版为书时，中国的古人劈竹成篾，削薄打磨、火烤编连，将最鲜活的史实书于竹简，传遗后世。算命的起源大约可以追溯到夏商时期，从出土的甲骨文大多是卜辞这一点可以得到印证，那时候的人们在举行婚嫁、征伐、祭祀等重大事情之前，都会烧龟甲或演蓍草对该事进行虔诚的卜筮，借此判断吉凶，这大抵是早期算命术的萌芽。到了周朝时期，周文王、周公等人在前人经验的基础上整理成书，取名为《周易》，才把卜筮之术上升到理论层面。人们对命运的大胆探索及阴阳五行学说的确立是在春秋时期，再到东汉王充禀气说的创立，使中国的命学理论有了明确的哲学根基，逐渐形成了一套有理论、有方法的卜卦算命系统，之后则算命开始逐步得以发展，具体的发展过程比较漫长。
算命以《易经》为根基、以阴阳五行体系为理论依据，其中《易经》有“三易”，包括《连山》、《归藏》、《周易》三部易书，内容极其丰富，对中国几千年来的政治、经济、文化等各个领域都产生了极其深刻的影响。是阐述天地世间关于万象变化的古老经典，是博大精深的辩证法哲学书，是中国传统思想文化中自然哲学与人文实践的理论根源，是古代汉民族思想、智慧的结晶，被誉为“大道之源”。
算命作为一门探究人类命运的学问，不乏对其感兴趣之人，有名的算命大师也有不少，唐代有李虚中、李淳风、袁天罡等，五代有徐居易，宋有徐子平、僧道洪，元有徐大升，明有刘伯温，清有沈孝瞻、陈素庵，民国有韦千里、袁树珊、任铁樵，现代有邵伟华，李居明，秦阳明等。更有许先潮盲派八字理论，盲派快速算命秘诀，金口铁断算命秘要等。
在古代算命通常是一种利用个人切身资讯，例如脸与手的纹路，出生八字、姓名笔划等配合术数来预测或判断命运吉凶福祸并且寻求指点迷津的行为亦称指迷算命。千百年来，经过人们的不断发展与完善，已经形成了一套较为完善的理论体系，而且已深深地扎根与人们的心灵中，经久不衰，显示了强大的生命力。
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以下是西方算卦英文版
“Eter-nity!Eter-nity!”cameechoingdowntheroad.
Thereweresad,haggardwomentrampingby,welldressed,withchildrenthatcriedandstumbled,theirdaintyclothessmotheredindust,theirwearyfacessmearedwithtears.Withmanyofthesecamemen,sometimeshelpful,sometimesloweringandsavage.Fightingsidebysidewiththempushedsomewearystreetoutcastsinfadedblackrags,wide-eyed,loud-voiced,andfoul-mouthed.Thereweresturdyworkmenthrustingtheirwayalong,wretched,unkemptmen,clothedlikeclerksorshopmen,strugglingspasmodically;awoundedsoldiermybrothernoticed,mendressedintheclothesofrailwayporters,onewretchedcreatureinanightshirtwithacoatthrownoverit.
Butvariedasitscompositionwas,certainthingsallthathosthadincommon.Therewerefearandpainontheirfaces,andfearbehindthem.Atumultuptheroad,aquarrelforaplaceinawaggon,sentthewholehostofthemquickeningtheirpace;evenamansoscaredandbrokenthathiskneesbentunderhimwasgalvanisedforamomentintorenewedactivity.Theheatanddusthadalreadybeenatworkuponthismultitude.Theirskinsweredry,theirlipsblackandcracked.Theywereallthirsty,weary,andfootsore.Andamidthevariouscriesonehearddisputes,reproaches,groansofwearinessandfatigue;thevoicesofmostofthemwerehoarseandweak.Throughitallranarefrain:
“Way!Way!TheMartiansarecoming!”
Fewstoppedandcameasidefromthatflood.Thelaneenopenedslantinglyintothemainroadwithanarrowopening,andhadadelusiveappearanceofcomingfromthedirectionofLondon.Yetakindofeddyofpeopledroveintoitsmouth;weaklingselbowedoutofthestream,whoforthemostpartrestedbutamomentbeforeplungingintoitagain.Alittlewaydownthelane,withtwofriendsbendingoverhim,layamanwithabareleg,wrappedaboutwithbloodyrags.Hewasaluckymantohavefriends.
Alittleoldman,withagreymilitarymoustacheandafilthyblackfrockcoat,limpedoutandsatdownbesidethetrap,removedhisboot—hissockwasblood-stained—shookoutapebble,andhobbledonagain;andthenalittlegirlofeightornine,allalone,threwherselfunderthehedgeclosebymybrother,weeping.
“Ican’tgoon!Ican’tgoon!”
Mybrotherwokefromhistorporofastonishmentandliftedherup,speakinggentlytoher,andcarriedhertoMissElphinstone.eoSosoonasmybrothertouchedhershebecamequitestill,asiffrightened.
“Ellen!”shriekedawomaninthecrowd,withtearsinhervoice-“Ellen!”Andthechildsuddenlydartedawayfrommybrother,crying“Mother!”
“Theyarecoming,”saidamanonhorseback,ridingpastalongthelane.
“Outoftheway,there!”bawledacoachman,toweringhigh;andmybrothersawaclosedcarriageturningintothelane.
Thepeoplecrushedbackononeanothertoavoidthehorse.Mybrotherpushedtheponyandchaisebackintothehedge,andthemandrovebyandstoppedattheturnoftheway.Itwasacarriage,withapoleforapairofhorses,butonlyonewasinthetraces.Mybrothersawdimlythroughthedustthattwomenliftedoutsomethingonawhitestretcherandputitgentlyonthegrassbeneaththeprivethedge.
Oneofthemencamerunningtomybrother.
“LordGarrick!”saidmybrother;“theChiefJustice”ep
“Thewater”hesaid.
“Theremaybeatap,”saidmybrother,“insomeofthehouses.Wehavenowater.Idarenotleavemypeople.”
Themanpushedagainstthecrowdtowardsthegateofthecornerhouse.
“Goon!”saidthepeople,thrustingathim.“Theyarecoming!Goon!”
Thenmybrother’sattentionwasdistractedbyabearded,eagle-facedmanluggingasmallhandbag,whichsplitevenasmybrother’seyesrestedonitanddisgorgedamassofsovereignsthatseemedtobreakupintoseparatecoinsasitstrucktheground.Theyrolledhitherandthitheramongthestrugglingfeetofmenandhorses.Themanstoppedandlookedstupidlyattheheap,andtheshaftofacabstruckhisshoulderandsenthimreeling.Hegaveashriekanddodgedback,andacartwheelshavedhimnarrowly.
“Way!”criedthemenallabouthim.“Makeway!”
Sosoonasthecabhadpassed,heflunghimself,withbothhandsopen,upontheheapofcoins,andbeganthrustinghand-fulsinhispocket.Ahorserosecloseuponhim,andinanothermoment,halfrising,hehadbeenbornedownunderthehorse’shoofs.
“Stop!”screamedmybrother,andpushingawomanoutofhisway,triedtoclutchthebitofthehorse.
Beforehecouldgettoit,heheardascreamunderthewheels,andsawthroughthedusttherimpassingoverthepoorwretch’sback.Thedriverofthecartslashedhiswhipatmybrother,whoranroundbehindthecart.Themultitudinousshoutingconfusedhisears.Themanwaswrithinginthedustamonghisscatteredmoney,unabletorise,forthewheelhadbrokenhisback,andhislowerlimbslaylimpanddead.29Mybrotherstoodupandyelledatthenextdriver,andamanonablackhorsecametohisassistance.
“Gethimoutoftheroad,”saidhe;and,clutchingtheman’scollarwithhisfreehand,mybrotherluggedhimsideways.Buthestillclutchedafterhismoney,andregardedmybrotherfiercely,hammeringathisarmwithahandfulofgold.“Goon!Goon!”shoutedangryvoicesbehind.“Way!Way!”
Therewasasmashasthepoleofacarriagecrashedintothecartthatthemanonhorsebackstopped.Mybrotherlookedup,andthemanwiththegoldtwistedhisheadroundandbitthewristthatheldhiscollar.Therewasaconcussion,andtheblackhorsecamestaggeringsideways,andthecarthorsepushedbesideit.Ahoofmissedmybrother’sfootbyahair’sbreadth.Hereleasedhisgriponthefallenmanandjumpedback.Hesawangerchangetoterroronthefaceofthepoorwretchontheground,andinamomenthewashiddenandmybrotherwasbornebackwardandcarriedpasttheentranceofthelane,andhadtofighthardinthetorrenttorecoverit.
HesawMissElphinstonecoveringhereyes,andalittlechild,withallachild’swantofsympatheticimagination,staringwithdilatedeyesatadustysomethingthatlayblackandstill,groundandcrushedundertherollingwheels.“Letusgoback!”heshouted,andbeganturningtheponyround.“Wecannotcrossthis—hell,”hesaidandtheywentbackahundredyardsthewaytheyhadcome,untilthefightingcrowdwashidden.Astheypassedthebendinthelanemybrothersawthefaceofthedyingmanintheditchundertheprivet,deadlywhiteanddrawn,andshiningwithperspiration.Thetwowomensatsilent,crouchingintheirseatandshivering.
Thenbeyondthebendmybrotherstoppedagain.MissElphinstonewaswhiteandpale,andhersister-in-lawsatweeping,toowretchedeventocallupon“George.”Mybrotherwashorrifiedandperplexed.Sosoonastheyhadretreatedherealisedhowurgentandunavoidableitwastoattemptthiscrossing.HeturnedtoMissElphinstone,suddenlyresolute.
“Wemustgothatway,”hesaid,andledtheponyroundagain.Forthesecondtimethatdaythisgirlprovedherquality.Toforcetheirwayintothetorrentofpeople,mybrotherplungedintothetrafficandheldbackacabhorse,whileshedrovetheponyacrossitshead.Awaggonlockedwheelsforamomentandrippedalongsplinterfromthechaise.Inanothermomenttheywerecaughtandsweptforwardbythestream.Mybrother,withthecabman’swhipmarksredacrosshisfaceandhands,scrambledintothechaiseandtookthereinsfromher.
“Pointtherevolveratthemanbehind,”hesaid,givingittoher,“ifhepressesustoohard.No!—pointitathishorse.”
Thenhebegantolookoutforachanceofedgingtotherightacrosstheroad.Butonceinthestreamheseemedtolosevolition,tobecomeapartofthatdustyrout.TheysweptthroughChippingBarnetwiththetorrent;theywerenearlyamilebeyondthecentreofthetownbeforetheyhadfoughtacrosstotheoppositesideoftheway.Itwasdinandconfusionindescribable;butinandbeyondthetowntheroadforksrepeatedly,andthistosomeextentrelievedthestress.
TheystruckeastwardthroughHadley,andthereoneithersideoftheroad,andatanotherplacefartherontheycameuponagreatmultitudeofpeopledrinkingatthestream,somefightingtocomeatthewater.Andfartheron,fromahillnearEastBarnet,theysawtwotrainsrunningslowlyoneaftertheotherwithoutsignalororder—trainsswarmingwithpeople,withmenevenamongthecoalsbehindtheengines—goingnorthwardalongtheGreatNorthernRailway.MybrothersupposestheymusthavefilledoutsideLondon,foratthattimethefuriousterrorofthepeoplehadrenderedthecentralterminiimpossible.
Nearthisplacetheyhaltedfortherestoftheafternoon,fortheviolenceofthedayhadalreadyutterlyexhaustedallthreeofthem.Theybegantosufferthebeginningsofhunger;thenightwascold,andnoneofthemdaredtosleep.Andintheeveningmanypeoplecamehurryingalongtheroadnearbytheirstoppingplace,fleeingfromunknowndangersbeforethem,andgoinginthedirectionfromwhichmybrotherhadcome.
Chapter17
The“ThunderChild”
Directlybelowhimtheballoonistwouldhaveseenthenetworkofstreetsfarandwide,houses,churches,squares,crescents,gardens—alreadyderelict—spreadoutlikeahugemap,andinthesouthwardblotted.OverEaling,Richmond,Wimbledon,itwouldhaveseemedasifsomemonstrouspenhadflunginkuponthechart.Steadily,incessantly,eachblacksplashgrewandspread,shootingoutramificationsthiswayandthat,nowbankingitselfagainstrisingground,nowpouringswiftlyoveracrestintoanew-foundvalley,exactlyasagoutofinkwouldspreaditselfuponblottingpaper.