Some people eat to live, but there are others who live to eat.To live a long and healthy life, we must learn to have a balanceddiet. A balanced diet sim* means a bit of everything. A dietwhich includes meat, fish, vegetables and fruit is, of course,ideal. If you watch your diet, then you won’t have to suffer thepain of going on a diet.
From May 1 to May 7, we had a seven-day holiday. During the holiday a special international music carnival was held in the Century Park. Many music groups from the world came to the Park.
I like rock music very much.I'm always longing for attending a music festival. And my dream came true. I enjoyed different kinds of music during the carnival.
I couldn't forget the moment when we danced and waved our hands to the music.People of all ages enjoyed a lot.
Gratitude grounds plentitude in the now. When you honor who you are, what you do, and what you have, your energy will change. You will start to glow. People will be drawn to you because that gratitude glow is rare in our current culture. I'm hoping to bring it back.
Youth, revealed a deep a quality suggestive of poetry or painting; youth, emitting a faint fragrance lovingly. The pace of youth will not stop because of difficulty, the melody of youth is not obstructed by wind and rain and. Youth is the sun, is a sign of confidence; let us raise the youth sailing, let youth where flying, let youth in here!
Summer holiday is coming.I am going to do many things that I want to do. For exampie,first I will jion a soccer club,because I like playing soccer.During the summer holiday, I want to practice more to improve my skills.Second I will go to my grandma's house,because I miss her very much.I want to stay with her for several days.Last I will help my mother do some housework. She was really tired when I was go to school. Except for taking care of me, she also has to work. Therefore, I want to help her in the holidays.What will you do on Summer Holiday?
Summer is the great season for all sports in the open air. It is the season for football which is often called the national sport because of its popularity. I usually watch television and read the newspaper reports about the football results of the little leagues. During the summer I like to go to the beach often because it is very close to my home. I usually go there during the summer vacation to relax after many months in school in the city. I feel very comfortable with the familiar quiet life of the villagers.
——经典短英语美文9篇
Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and many *s value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart.
Society is changingrapidly. As a result, more and more people are suffering fromstress. Those who are stressed out are often nervous ,angry or ill.People must, therefore learn to deal with this “new” kind ofproblem. Regular exercise is one way. The best way, however, is tokeep a good sense of humor.
Some people eat to live, but there are others who live to eat.To live a long and healthy life, we must learn to have a balanceddiet. A balanced diet sim* means a bit of everything. A dietwhich includes meat, fish, vegetables and fruit is, of course,ideal. If you watch your diet, then you won’t have to suffer thepain of going on a diet.
And the world seems dark and empty,
Your forever friend lifts you up in spirits,
And makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full,
Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times, and the confused times.
You must control and direct your emotions not abolish them. Besides, abolition would be antimissile task. Emotions are like a river. Their power can be *ed up and released under control and direction, but is cannot be held forever in check. Sooner or later the dam will burst, unleashing catastrophic destruction.
Your forever friend follows,
If you lose you way,
Your forever friend guides you and cheers you on.
Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.
And if you find such a friend,
You feel happy and complete,
Because you need not worry.
In the face of life, a smile has to go through a lot of things. Among them, there is no lack of failure. In the face of failure, different people have different attitudes. Some people fail when they hear what they are doing. They lose their strength all the time, and they abandon themselves all day. Others are different. When faced with failure, they will always actively look for the cause of failure and come back again.
Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and many *s value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart.
Life whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes,when you don't have the time to listen,it's your choice: Listen to the whispers of your soul or wait for the brick!
Do you sometimes ignore loved ones because your life is too fast and busy leaving them to wonder whether you really love them?
——经典情书美文 (菁华6篇)
静静地倚一扇窗，弥漫着一叶落而知秋的悲阔。忧伤悄悄地从指尘跳过，踏着那时光悄悄流逝的舞，生怕惊醒睡梦的入，但他的脚步却又无处不在，不声不响地侵蚀着整个世界，以至于我们无意地翻寻，便是一道道深沉的惊痛…何时那刻满情书的枫叶已芳香不在，何时那刻入灵魂的诺言己支离破碎，何时那夜已割舍了温柔，何时那生硬的落莫揉碎了痴心的等侯…回忆一遍遍滤过往事，剩下的那些伤痛再也无法提纯，就像再如何纯净的水也会有杂质，而这些伤，只是时间些许的沉淀，堆积在心灵深处，还在一遍一遍地吟唱着罗曼谛克式的童话，不愿停下，时间，会记下我们所走过的美丽，再还给我们多少反复的忧伤，而他却悄悄地走了，留下我们一直一直继续着惊痛…
终于，茌我们挥霍青春的时候，时间再也无法像绅士一样地沉默，那把精致的刻刀，在我们的’脸上雕刻出千横万纵的沟壑，那银白的寒霜悄悄地将我们的乌发浸染，纯白而弥漫忧虑，一切一切地改变，都茌我们分不清现实和过去的迷惘中，都在我们寻觅和遗忘时，何时，何时我们才会醒来?醒来接受这物是人非的结局，醒来看一眼这熟悉而陌生的世界，醒来寻觅那一抹牵恋不舍的身影，那一个苦苦等候的人，醒来却也许只有那莫名的惊痛…
时间踏轻柔的舞步依旧，还在拿着画笔描摹那一分一秒逝去的过往，而我，只想沉溺在梦中，轻吟那枫叶上的情书，吟唱那心灵深处的童话，只想沉溺在这梦里，一个人孤单单地等候，孤单且弥漫忧伤，尽管再也无法触摸那夜色的温柔，尽管那一抹灿烂的流星永远也不会为我绽放，只想独自撑篙，带着那残缺的承诺，带着那无法兑现的思念，一步步走向生命的终极，只想一个人静静地聆听沙漏倒流的声音，等候最后一刻的曲终人散，等候那醒来的惊痛……续着情缘，那枫叶上的情书被愁怅吹散，一叶叶，何时到你窗前。
他和她在一起，似乎是顺理成章的事儿。彼此都到了适婚年龄，热心的长辈安排了相亲，家世、长相、工作都称得上门当户对，谁都会说这是一桩良缘。
彼此都是有故事的人。他与前女友的爱情在大学里开始和结束；她亦与别人十指紧扣过，却从未向他提起关于前任的点滴。他并不强求知道故事的始末，只要当下的她和他在一起很快乐，其余的事不重要了。
倒是他的母亲好奇心重，忍不住问了说媒的人：“小雅那么好的女孩，怎么上一段感情会没有结果？”
媒人面露难色，母亲见状，脸色随之沉重。只有他，云淡风轻地说：“没事，但说无妨。”
在媒人絮絮叨叨的讲述中，他知道了她的前男友死于癌症，在男友生命的最后阶段，由她全程照顾，令人唏嘘不已。
媒人不停地夸女孩的坚强、贤惠，他的母亲亦频频点头。他在心底暗暗发誓：自此往后，要比从前更怜爱这个好女子。
某日，她慌乱地打电话来，无措地告诉他：“客厅里的灯忽然坏了。”他急急赶赴她的住处，搬了梯子准备换灯泡。拆下灯罩后，他发现天花板上似乎有一团东西。他以为是灰尘，让她去厨房拿抹布。没想到竟然擦不掉，他没辙了，干脆换了灯泡再说。
待客厅恢复光亮时，他听到她小小的欢呼，让他心底的自豪感油然而生，甚是喜悦。但是，当他重新装上灯罩时，才看清了那团东西竟是几行字！他揉揉眼睛，凑*一看，是刚劲的钢笔字：
“嘿，比我幸运的兄弟：我和你一样，深深爱着小雅。我曾想过和她一生一世，但这可能是我最后一次为她换灯泡了。当你看到这些字时，也是我为你和小雅祝福的时候。请你好好珍惜她。她值得。请告诉小雅：我爱她。”
他怔在原地，双眼湿润。
她仰头唤他：“发什么呆呀？快下来！”
他轻声道：“亲爱的，我念一篇写在天花板上的小情书给你听……”
和你一起携手走过的日子不长，46天21小时26分05秒，不艰难，很快乐，因为我们看得见远方的那座教堂，心向往，目标才会觉得伸手可及。
3月份在牵手、拥抱、亲一吻中匆匆而过，留下一行、一章、一书的美好典藏起来，等以后成为笑脸，我浅尝了你的朋友，明白你迈进的时候有点紧张，我会努力做到令她们满意，开始总伴随着生疏和恐慌，黑暗的尽头是清晨的陽光，拥你在怀的瞬间，我知道她们在祝福，你迎接的是幸福，那些不安和焦虑，在100%甜蜜的心中，已经放不下。牵手、拥抱都是鼓起勇气的证明，你对我的感觉是什么，我想知道，却又徘徊，你左边空着的位置，我终于站在那里，忐忑换来的是你温暖的小手，全世界是我的，或许我很容易满足，但我将永远幸运，一生温馨。亲一吻，那是危险的伴奏曲，更是雨中的那道闪电，琢磨不定，2个人嘻嘻闹闹走在昏暗的街头，联想，一种行动，我快没有了机会，是的，吻下去，亲一吻很奇怪，离的这么*，呼吸很急促，闭上眼睛，能看清丘比特那个坏蛋在朝我射击，看不见你的脸，我却已经进入了你的心，透彻心扉的箭，融化在了你我之间，每次的感觉不一样，一次又一次，那是我们迈进教堂的欢乐颂。
做游戏是种消遣，对你来说充满了乐趣，我从你的言语中就能想象的了，融入从参与开始，我做的到，那些撕心裂肺的誓言，我呐喊，我想让她们都知道，我爱你，是从我的心里开始，到你的心里扎营。虽然你笑我傻的可爱，我不在乎，你听见了就好，我急着表白，因为我要告诉你不管在哪里，我都始终保护着你，也许这样少了几分的乐趣，但是我多了几份自信。你是我的，我想告诉全世界听！！！
如同故事一样有结局，情书总会看的见尾声，我没有那些学者对爱情理解的精辟，我对你的爱情只比永远多一天，因为那天我将和你一起长眠。
继莎士比亚后英国最杰出的戏剧家萧伯纳，一生中留下了大量的著作，也留下了一摞摞情书，是个典型的好逑者。他疾恶如仇的品格和渊博的学识，使他敢于坦言、善于流露人与人之间的赤诚和真情，虽然有时不免引起一些人的误会，但的是融合。
从1892年起，他和英国历史上有着容貌之美、性格之美、心灵之美的最伟大的女演员爱兰·黛丽保持了三十多年的书信联系。三十余年的人生变幻，世事变迁，他们一直意气相投，通过书信维持着纯洁的友谊。
爱兰和萧伯纳之间的友情有着纯洁恋爱的性质，她对待友情的态度要么真挚热烈，要么毫不流露。从某种意义上说，她的朋友就是她的情人。她敬重有智慧的男子，同时有着慈母的天性和敏锐的恻隐之心。爱兰和萧伯纳之间的通信缘于想帮一个很有才华的青年音乐家的忙，当时做音乐评论的萧伯纳顺水推舟，伸出了援助之手。与此同时，两个擅长笔谈的人自然而然萌生了倾慕之情。
萧伯纳和爱兰之间的书信往来，就像在喜剧舞台上一样。彼此都想让对方觉得快活有趣，绝对没有什么不可告人的动机。爱兰以为，她之所以能安然渡过一切艰难困苦，完全是因为自己有一种从未做过错事的感觉。萧伯纳给一位好友去信时说：“我和爱兰彼此的寓所虽然距离很*，只要付出一先令的马车费便可以往来，但我们从来不曾私下秘密会面过。”
在考特剧院排练室，他们有过一次会晤闲谈，但被贸然走进来的年轻的美籍演员詹姆斯·卡鲁打断。就在那一刻，求偶甚苛的爱兰一眼就认定了卡鲁做她的丈夫，幸运的卡鲁被她毫不犹豫、不可思议地装进了自己优雅的、温情脉脉的口袋。
即使如此，在萧伯纳心中，爱兰永远是年轻而美好的。萧伯纳后来整理出了给爱兰的书信集，他在序言中说：“也许有人会埋怨这一切都是纸上的，但要记住：人类只有在纸上，才会创造光荣、美丽、真理、知识、美德和永恒的爱。”
那女孩是水做的，她的微笑总是在我的心上泛起美妙的涟漪。想她的时候，我会蓦然地感到一种说不出的幸福，我的感觉会在心里偷笑。就像是在樱花飘落的浪漫季节里，触摸到了幸福的花瓣，花香从指间滑进我的血液，溢流在了整个身体，在想她的每一刻，暗香扑鼻而来。
那女孩本是生活中意外的过客，却在我的人生中留下了站台。我用心地坐在旁边，守护着心中那位迟来的乘客。即使在寒夜的月光下，我也不会孤单，因为微笑地等待着梦的到来，看着远方，就会有未来。我开始相信守护的神话，永恒的心真的会拉*天与地的距离。缘分本是生活的一部分，美好就是它的延续。我何曾不期待，睡在梦中的爱人有一天清醒在我的枕边，牵着我的手走进现实的烟火中。
那女孩就像是我心上的跳蚤，我舍不得去拍打，因为我不忍心去伤害自己。总有一天，我会相信，依偎在我心上的跳蚤被我温暖的心跳打动，融入我的心中，让我用心地去呵护。
那女孩终于对我说，我可以追寻她。而我那颗已经被酥软的心瞬间却晕了过去。这也许就是爱之潮水的泛滥。我渴望得到的东西突然却不知怎么去接受。那女孩的心我甚至舍不得它去跳动，因为我怕会碎。我想此刻从那被洒满月光的站台旁边站起来，带着火热的心去迎接我的女神。
那女孩留了太多的美在我心上，我甚至这不得去碰，我不忍心看到她受到一丁点的伤害，那样我真的会很难受。我喜欢她的笑、喜欢她开心的模样、喜欢她幸福的面孔……我却又害怕会有一丁点的不愉快、害怕她会生气、害怕我不会关心她、最怕失去她。我对她有太多的美好，幸福地看着她朝我走来，却不敢去想她会不会离我而去。那女孩经常会在我的脑海里散步，给了我太多的憧憬，留给我太多的甜蜜。我想为她做得更好、为她付出的更多、想为她唱一首歌、我更想那女孩能够看到、能够理解、能够明白我现在的心情。
我们年轻的时候，没有网络那么迅捷及时的信息交流工具，也没有电脑那样可以所见即所得规范的书写工具。那时，所有文字都自己用手写，当然情书也是。
那时看来听来的爱情故事里，许多都是从男孩子对女孩子传小字条开始的。那些被男孩子用来传情说爱的小纸条，应该就是超短裙版的情书吧。我从来不记得我对女孩子写过什么情书。有也是我写在那些青春日记里，对对方说不出来的悄悄话。那种情书也只配自己看，那个心爱的对方基本上是看不到的。至于不去刻意写什么情书，不是不屑也不是水*不够。也是由于两人距离实在太*，有什么话不能当面说明，而非要肉麻当有趣的写上一封情书，买信封贴邮票上邮局投邮箱等回信呢。当然我也会在对方的生日或情一人节，卖弄一下我的文字和才艺，为对方写点儿什么情诗情歌之类的东东。如果非要把那也归入情书之列，我也没办法。不过，把自己的写成一封信，再投递到邮局的邮箱里，让它在两人之间旅行，经过一段时间寄到对方手里，你再在等待对方回信中体验相思滋味。这与现在这种及时的ＱＱ聊天与微博交流是完全不同，别有一番情趣的那种爱情与等待的煎熬，是会让你刻骨铭心的。
最初，我们那时男一女约会都是必须要两人这次讲好的。否则就会很麻烦。但后来终于开始有了居家电话。不过那时电话的初装费都要吓人的三四千块之多。幸好那时我认识且我癞蛤蟆想吃天鹅肉，且我心里觉得对她有点说不清道不明关系的女孩子。她们的家里都富得能安上几千块钱电话的。只是我家贫只好去街角门口给她们打收费电话了。有的电话是通过总机转听的，到了她家她本人又守在电话机旁，第一时间就接听电话的也很少。许多情况下是那头先说，“你是谁？”再叫“某某，你的电话。”每每这时就仿佛被她的家人发现与监听，*添了许多精神上的压力，尤其是终于鼓足了勇气打了电话，却被告知“她不在”时。那种懊恼与疑心是无法说出的。许多时候要不是心疼那几一毛一钱电话费早就挂掉电话了。而那种破除了千艰万苦，终于与佳人确定约会时间，更不由让我喜出望外。
那时，往女孩子家里打电话约会与现在按一个手机号码，手机对面就是对方美丽的面容与温柔的声音更是无法相比的。
——英语美文摘抄 (菁华6篇)
Beauty of July 七月之美
By Alice Meynell
One has the leisure of July for perceiving all the differences of the green of leaves. It is no longer a difference in degrees of maturity, for all the trees have darkened to their final tone, and stand in their differences of character and not of mere date. Almost all the green is grave, not sad and not dull. It has a darkened and a daily colour, in majestic but not obvious harmony with dark grey skies, and might look, to inconstant eyes, as prosaic after spring as eleven o'clock looks after the dawn.
七月间，人们有余暇观察树叶绿翠的千差万别。这不再是成熟上的差异，因为所有的树木，或转苍翠，或呈墨绿，色调均已固着定格，从而展现出来的，并非时节上的不同，而是各自品格上的差异。几乎各种绿色，品味凝重，既不流于悒郁，也不失之沉闷，它具有一种深沉、日常的色泽，与灰暗的苍穹浑然一体，构成庄重却非一眼可见的和谐，故而在游览扫掠的目光看来，可能会有阳春繁景过后的*淡之感。一如黎明之后十一点的光景。
Gravity is the word---not solemnity as towards evening, nor menace as at night. The daylight trees of July are signs of common beauty, common freshness, and a mystery familiar and abiding as night and day. In childhood we all have a more exalted sense of dawn and summer sunrise than we ever fully retain or quite recover; and also a far-higher sensibility for April and April evenings---a heartache for them, which in riper years is gradually and irretrievably consoled.
凝重，乃是最贴切的字眼——不是时*黄昏的阴沉，亦非黑夜之中的森然。七月白昼的葱郁树木，体现出普通的美，常见的清新，是一种如同黑夜白昼般惯常而又永恒不变的不解之谜。童年时代，我们看到黎明和夏天日出盛景，会油然生出一股日后无法充分保留、也难以完全恢复的奋激狂喜;同时，对四月和四月的日暮黄昏，还产生一种陶然忘情的欣赏共鸣——一种为之怦然心动的神驰向往，进入壮年之后，又无可挽回地逐渐淡化*息。
But, on the other hand, childhood has so quickly learned to find daily things tedious, and familiar things importunate, that it has no great delight in the mere middle of the day, and feels weariness of the summer that has ceased to change visibly. The poetry of mere day and of late summer becomes perceptible to mature eyes that have long ceased to be sated, have taken leave of weariness, and cannot now find anything in nature too familiar; eyes which have, indeed, lost sight of the further awe of midsummer daybreak, and no longer see so much of the past in April twilight as they saw when they had no past; but which look freshly at the dailiness of green summer, of early afternoon, of every sky of any form that comes to pass, and of the darkened elms.
只有阅历丰富的慧眼，才能感受到白昼本身的夏末时令固有的诗意——这双慧眼已久未获满足矣，同时也摆脱了厌倦感，此刻发现在自然界，即使最常见的景物也另有一番情趣;诚然，面对仲夏红日的喷薄欲出，已不再萌发敬畏之情;凝望四月的苍茫暮色，也不会比一无阅历的童年，引发更多的`联想，然而，对司空见惯的日常景象——树木葱茏的盛夏，日过中天的午后，来而复去、变幻不定的每一片云天，还有幽暗的榆树——反倒会投以新的目光。
Virtue 美德
Sweet day,so cool,so calm,so bright! 甜美的白昼，如此凉爽、安宁、明媚！
The bridal of the earth and sky- 天地间完美的匹配-----
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; 今宵的露珠儿将为你的消逝而落泪；
For thou must die. 因为你必须离去。
Sweet rose,whose hue angry and brave, 美丽的玫瑰，色泽红润艳丽，
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, 令匆匆而过的人拭目而视，
Thy root is ever in its grave, 你的根永远扎在坟墓里，
And thou must die. 而你必须消逝。
Sweet spring,full of sweet days and roses, 美妙的春天，充满了美好的日子和芳香的玫瑰，
A box where sweets compacted lie, 如一支芬芳满溢的盒子，
My music shows ye have your closes, 我的音乐表明你们也有终止，
And all must die, 万物都得消逝。
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 唯有美好而正直的心灵，
Like season‘d timber,never gives; 犹如干燥备用的木料，永不走样；
But though the whole world turn to coal, 纵然整个世界变为灰烬，
Then chiefly lives. 它依然流光溢彩。
幸福快乐就好
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I d know better.
Id really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and home-made ice cream and leftover meatloaf. I really would.
My cherished grandson, I hope you learn humility by surviving failure and that you learn to be honest even when no one is looking.
I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car-and I hope nobody gives you a brand-new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf born, and you have a good friend to be with you if you ever have to put your old dog to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it is all right to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he s scared, I hope you ll let him.
And when you want to see a Disney movie and your kid brother wants to tag along, I hope you take him.
I hope you have to walk uphill with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your father teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books, and when you learn to use com*rs, you also learn how to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get razzed by friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and that when you talk back to your mother you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on the stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I hope you get sick when someone blows smoke in your face. I don t care if you try beer once, but I hope you won t like it. And if a friend offers you a joint or any drugs, I hope you are smart enough to realize that person is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa or go fishing with your uncle.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor s window, and that she hugs you and kisses you when you give her a plaster of pared mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you-tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.
爷爷的期望非常简单 幸福快乐就好
我们竭尽全力想让我们的儿女们过得更好，而结果却是适得其反。对我的孙辈们，我就明智得多了。
我真的希望他们能够了解什么是兄长传下来的旧衣服，家制的冰淇淋，以及吃剩的肉糕。我真的希望。
我的宝贝孙子，我希望你在经受失败的考验之后能学会谦卑，也希望你能学会诚实，即使在没有人注视你的时候。
我希望你能学会自己叠被子，自己刈草坪，自己洗车--我还希望在你满十六岁时没有人送给你一辆崭新的轿车。
假如你至少有一次机会看见小牛犊出生，假如你不得不为你的老狗送终，那时有一位好朋友在场为你作伴--那样该有多好啊！
我希望你能为自己的.所信仰与人斗得眼青脸肿。
我希望你能和你弟弟共一间卧室——即使你在卧室中间划一条分界线也没关系。可是，当弟弟因为害怕而要爬进你的被窝时，我希望你会接纳他。
当你要出去看迪斯尼电影，你的小弟弟想做你的小尾巴时，我希望你能带上他。
我希望你能和朋友们一起爬山，而在你所生活的城市里做这项运动不会有什么危险。
如果你想要一把*，我希望你父亲能教你怎样自己做一把，而不是为你买一把现成的。我还希望你能学会挖泥巴和读书；而当你学会使用电脑时，你也应该学会加减法的心算。
当你第一次恋上一个女孩时，我希望你会受到朋友们的嘲弄；而当你跟你母亲顶嘴时，希望她叫你尝一尝象牙肥皂的滋味。
但愿你能在爬山时弄破膝盖上的皮，或者在炉子上烧伤手，或者让舌头粘在结冰的旗杆上。
我希望吸烟者对着你的脸上喷吐烟雾时，你会感到恶心。如果你尝试喝一次啤酒，我不会在意；但是我希望你不会喜欢上它。如果有一位朋友请你吸一口含大*的香烟，或者任何毒品，我希望你明智地意识到他不是你的朋友。
——英语美文长篇 (菁华6篇)
When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
But if, in your fear, you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
I waited a few minutes and then the supervisor was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you. " I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped. " Oh！ We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was thirty years ago！" "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked. "I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago， "the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them， they might be able to track down the daughter. "She gave me the name of the nursing home， and I called the number. The woman on the phone told me the old lady had passed away some years ago， but the nursing home did have a phone number for where the daughter might be living. I thanked the person at the nursing home and phoned the number she gave me. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. This whole thing is stupid， I thought to myself. Why am I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that has only three dollars and a letter that is almost sixty years old?
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!
We often close ourselves off when traumatic events happen in our lives; instead of letting the world soften us, we let it drive us deeper into ourselves. We try to deflect the hurt and pain by pretending it doesn’t exist, but although we can try this all we want, in the end, we can’t hide from ourselves. We need to learn to open our hearts to the potentials of life and let the world soften us.
Whenever we start to let our fears and seriousness get the best of us, we should take a step back and re-evaluate our behavior. The items listed below are six ways you can open your heart more fully and completely.
Someone once said: "Don't be afraid if you find a crack on your soul, because that'll be where the sunshine comes in."
Before I met you, I thought this was nothing but another bunch of useless beautiful words.
But after I met you, I realized that this is my life.
There're too many wonderful things in this world. But life is so short and fragile.
It was your appearance that made my life full of these warmth and lights.
It was you who wiped away all the fear that dwelled in my heart and made feel that I could overcome all the challenges that life holds for me.
Perhaps it is the dream of everyone to be a good student at school, but quite a few students feel at a loss on how to make it. In my opinion, it is rather easy
if you can act on the following points.
First of all, make full use of your time and work hard. Don’t put off till tomorrow what should be done today, as time past will never come back. The fast developing society requires adequate knowledge, which presses us to spare no efforts to study. Of course, your hard work will be rewarded one day.
Secondly, use your own head and present your point of view. Credulous（轻信的）attitude will only make you take anything for granted. With your own judgment you will be able to tell right from wrong and set up your own theory.
Thirdly, set aside enough time for relaxation, entertainment, etc. don’t ignore the harm of all work and no play. Proper sports will build up your body and improve the efficiency of your studying.
To be a good student is easier said than done, for it needs a student’s consistent efforts. But nothing is difficult to a man if he puts his heart into it.
