冬天的天气很冷。我想很少有人喜欢冬天。然而，在我的心里，冬天是多彩而温暖的.。
寒风呼啸，树上的叶子已经脱落，只剩下光秃秃的树干。有时，天空中飘着几片飞舞的雪花。我们几乎都是温室里的花朵，享受着和*与欢乐。然而，在我们快乐的背后，却是父母留下的辛勤汗水。
天空布满了鹅毛雪花。我一个人在上学的路上走。这条路又长又崎岖。冷风无情地吹着，在我脸上留下了痕迹。道路两旁的树干在风中摇摆，特别像魔鬼的爪子。雪，湿滑的路。很快，我看到前面有很多孩子。他们由父母陪同上学。他们害怕
为你碾尽一池墨香：
花开的一瞬不是为着相逢，而是为着不曾错过的欣喜。为着这一刻，所以忍受分离，且不惧这分离是天各一方还是终将遥遥无期。因着这无期在心中有期，所以甘愿等待，因着这等待而凋谢了多少季花期，所以满头青丝鬓白，岁月萧萧落地。
我深情的文字里有你在吟唱着我的离愁我的无可奈何，没有你的日子，我像伏尔加河的纤夫步步维艰。岁月看你我在对岸苦苦煎熬，然后寸寸老去。文字堆积起来的情感在流年中慢慢憔悴，被光阴的箭射穿一盏又一盏挂着希望的心灯，莫非你我终要成为过客？
再读给你的文字，心中有疼痛在悸动，常在叩问自己，应该将你放于何处，又将自己放在哪里？文字因谁而美丽？文字为谁而哭泣？为谁而写下永远的忧伤，为谁而注于快乐的音符？为谁在春天里播下承诺，为谁誓言要在风雨中携手前行？
耳旁有风拂过你幽怨的`声音，突然沉默如空。
或许你不懂得我的感伤，常常困惑于我的优柔寡断，或许，你永远触摸不到我心底的这份宁静，那么我无语亦无言，心已疲惫，只能让我文字的幽魂寂寞的在你心上空空的萦绕。
今夜又为你写下忧伤的篇章，思念与泪水在字里行间浅唱低吟，我修长的手指飞舞于灰白的键盘，为你碾尽一池墨香，记录我们的爱恨交织，那些流逝了永不迂回的情节，一段，一段。
即便要在哪一个飘着细雨的日子，泪眼中模糊了相背而去的身影，如干年后，偶尔轻轻地想起，这些文字还能缤纷，还能在记忆中铺展，因为是曾经爱过的见证，因为是别后思念的延续，因为是当初某时经过的一场风花雪月，短暂的像昙花一样，却如此刻骨铭心。
静静地坐着，看着思念如何闯入逝去的岁月，静静地仰望，看着流星，如何划破辽阔的天空，静静地歌唱，看着音符，如何飘进你的梦中。
朦胧无声，弹奏的是一次邂逅，当秋天是五彩缤纷的，或是深深印在我内心记忆的深处。回首过去，我无法忍受的是一点点轻浮，或是风吹起的'海口。这么深的感情，这么疯狂的心，难道不能抵挡时间的流逝吗？握着记忆之手，追寻它。
用琥珀色储存我对你的爱。谁会读懂我无数年后的迷恋？他能理解这是多么令人难忘吗？把最美丽的玫瑰花瓣磨成胭脂色。几经波折，你还能想起自己的脸，重新缝合破碎的梦，编织出什么样的思念，回头看是否还能回到那梦里？把写满你名字的纸片折成一架飞机，飞出去，带着对远方的向往。
写着你名字的纸片像雪一样飞出去，为你写的诗像水一样继续，环绕着我的世界，指引我的手指穿越爱的千里，找到你的方向，一路走来寻找你的芬芳，哪怕它被困在梦中，哪怕它坠入深渊。
在无数人群中找到你的身影。在晨曦结束时，当眉间的悲伤消失时，用动人的微笑看着你。
冬至将临，天总阴沉沉的，一连几天都很少见到阳光，四周显得很冷落萧条，万木凋敝，受副高压带的控制，长江南岸夏季炎热多雨，冬季干燥寒冷，一年四季分明。我教过几年高一地理，对地球自转与公转四季更替自然规律更是熟烂于心，冬天在多少人眼里满目悲凉荒芜的景色，也很少读到赞美冬天的诗文。记得李清照有首诗这样写道：
小楼寒，夜长幕帘低垂，恨萧萧无情风雨，夜来揉损琼肌。也不似贵妃醉脸，也不似孙涛愁眉。
冬天在词人眼里多么凄凉，从冬天低迷冷清的景物，再到人因客观环境影响到心境，不像杨贵妃醉酒后的`脸色，也不像孙寿故意做的“愁眉。
一朵小草能带来一片色彩，一株小草能是一片绿洲，一只小手能撑起一片天空。一件小事在我们心中也许是微不足道，但有时也会温暖人心，就如一滴雨水，有时它也可以折射出一颗太阳的光芒。
鲁迅笔下的祥林嫂，她的悲剧不仅是当时的封建社会造成的，更因人们对她的态度以及言语。也许，谈话聊天对于我们来说只是最普通不过的事情，可偏偏“说者无意，听者有心”，正如文中的鲁四老爷，柳妈，四婶等人，他们也并非知道自己的言语和态度会促使祥林嫂走上绝望之路。所以，即使是一件微不足道的小事，有时也能把一个人断送，越是细微的东西越不能轻易忽视。
古人云：“泰山不拒细壤，故能成其高；江海不择细流，故能成其深”。生活本来就是由细节堆积起的，祖国山河也是如此。海尔总裁张瑞敏说：“什么是不简单？把每一件简单的事做好就是不简单”。“逃学”究竟是一件小事还是一件大事？为什么就能让一位默默无闻的.小伙成为名人？傅雷，五岁时父亲便离去，母亲含辛茹苦带大他，把所有希望都寄托在他的身上。一次傅雷不想上课，就逃了学，晚上，母亲等傅雷睡后便跑到丈夫的灵牌下跪着哭诉，儿子的逃学让她的希望扑灭，甚至还有了和儿子一起随丈夫去的念头，傅雷知道后既害怕又后悔，看着母亲布满血丝的双眼，心中更是惭愧。于是，他全心投入美术史和法文上，最终成为了一名有作为的人。
“逃学”表面意思只是逃开上课的时间，比起生命和金钱，它是多么的微不足道，然而对于贫苦家庭来说，他们的出路只能靠学*赋予。不要小看每一件小事，它都能发挥出你意想不到的能量。
一支美丽的舞蹈是由每一个动作组成的，一棵参天大树是由每一片树叶开始的，一栋大楼是由每一块砖拼成的。世界上，哪一样东西不是由小成大的呢？一件微不足道的小事也有你不可低估的能量，它可以是你成功的助手，也可以是你的绊脚石，却始终是你永远不可小看的东西。
——公共英语五级阅读文章3篇
Archaeology is a source of history, not just a humble auxiliary discipline. Archaeological data are historical documents in their own right, not mere illustrations to written texts. Just as much as any other historian, an archaeologist studies and tries to reconstitute the process that has created the human world in which we live —— and us ourselves in so far as we are each creatures of our age and social environment. Archaeological data are all changes in the material world resulting from human action or, more succinctly, the fossilized results of human behavior. The sum total of these constitutes what may be called the archaeological record. This record exhibits certain peculiarities and deficiencies the consequences of which produce a rather superficial contrast between archaeological history and the more familiar kind based upon written records.
Not all human behavior fossilizes. The words I utter and you hear as vibrations in the air are certainly human changes in the material world and may be of great historical significance. Yet they leave no sort of trace in the archaeological records unless they are captured by a dictaphone or written down by a clerk. The movement of troops on the battlefield may "change the course of history," but this is equally ephemeral from the archaeologist's standpoint. What is perhaps worse, most organic materials are perishable. Everything made of wood, hide, wool, linen, grass, hair, and similar materials will decay and vanish in dust in a few years or centuries, save under very exceptional conditions. In a relatively brief period the archaeological record is reduced to mere scraps of stone, bone, glass, metal, and earthenware. Still modern archaeology, by ap*ing appropriate techniques and comparative methods, aided by a few lucky finds from peat-bogs, deserts, and frozen soils, is able to fill up a good deal of the gap.
考古学是历史学的一个来源，而不是地位卑微的辅助学科。考古学资料本身也是一种 历史文献，而不仅仅是文字资料的例证。正象任何一位历史学家那样，考古学家研究调查并尽力去重构一个过程。这个过程创造了我们生活的人类世界，也创造了我们自身，因为我们都是我们所处的时代和社会环境的产物。考古学的资料就是人类行为所造成的物质变化。更简洁地说，是石化了的人类行为。这些变化的总和构成了我们所说的考古学记录。这些记录自有其独特和不足之处，因而导致人们对考古历史和更熟悉的文字记载历史进行相当肤浅的对比。
并不是所有的人类行为都留下化石。我说的话，你通过空气振动听见，这当然是人类造成的物质变化，也可能有重大的历史意义，但这些话在考古学中未留下丝毫痕迹，除非有人用录音机录下来或文书把这些话写了下来。战场上军队的行动可能"改变历史的进程"，但从考古学的观点来看，这同样是难以捕捉的;可能更糟的是，多数有机物质会腐烂。任何由木头、生皮、绒线、亚麻、草、毛发以及相似物质做成的东西除非在一些非常特殊的条件下，几年或几个世纪以后，会在尘土中腐烂并消失。在短时期内，能留下考古记录的东西也都会退化为石头、骨头、玻璃、金属和陶器的碎片。然而，现代的 考古学通过运用适当的技术和比较的方法，在从泥炭、沙漠和冻土中所获得的一些幸运发现的辅助下，能够填充这个空缺的很大部分。
From Boston to Los Angeles, from New York City to Chicago to Dallas, museums are either planning, building, or wrapping up wholesale expansion programs. These programs already have radically altered facades and floor plans or are expected to do so in the not-too-distant future.
In New York City alone, six major institutions have spread up and out into the air space and neighborhoods around them or are preparing to do so.
The reasons for this confluence of activity are complex, but one factor is a consideration everywhere -- space. With collections expanding, with the needs and functions of museums changing, empty space has become a very precious commodity.
Probably nowhere in the country is this more true than at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, which has needed additional space for decades and which received its last significant facelift ten years ago. Because of the space crunch, the Art Museum has become increasingly cautious in considering acquisitions and donations of art, in some cases passing up opportunities to strengthen its collections.
Deaccessing -- or selling off -- works of art has taken on new importance because of the museum's space problems. And increasingly, curators have been forced to juggle gallery space, rotating one masterpiece into public view while another is sent to storage.
Despite the clear need for additional gallery and storage space, however, "the museum has no plan, no plan to break out of its envelope in the next fifteen years," according to Philadelphia Museum of Art's president.
从波士顿到洛杉机，从纽约到芝加哥、到达拉斯，所有的博物馆或者正在筹划、建造或者正在完成大规模的扩建计划。这些计划或者已经根本性地改变了博物馆门面与展厅的设计，或者预期在不久的将来会这样做。
单单在纽约市，六个主要机构或者已经向空中和周围扩展，或者正准备这样做。
大家一致行动的原因是复杂多样的，但其中的一个因素是普遍考虑的空间问题。随着收藏品的增多，也随着博物馆的需要和功能的变化，空间已经变成了一项非常珍贵的商品。
在我国，也许没有任何其他地方比费城艺术博物馆更符合这个事实。这个博物馆几十年来一直需要额外的空间，十年前进行了最后一次重大的翻新。由于空间紧缺，该艺术博物馆在考虑购买与受赠艺术品已越来越谨慎，有时甚至放弃增强艺术收藏的机会。由于博物馆的空间问题，将艺术品脱手或者说卖掉已经有了新的重要意义。 博物馆馆长们被迫巧妙轮换利用陈列馆的空间，轮流着把一些艺术杰作向公众展出，而把另一些送入存储室中。
虽然对额外的陈列室和存储室空间需要很明显，但据费城艺术博物馆经理讲：“博物馆还没有在未来十五年打破这个束缚的计划。”
The preservation of embryos and juveniles is a rate occurrence in the fossil record. The tiny, delicate skeletons are usually scattered by scavengers or destroyed by weathering before they can be fossilized. Ichthyosaurs had a higher chance of being preserved than did terrestrial creatures because, as marine animals, they tended to live in environments less subject to erosion. Still, their fossilization required a suite of factors: a slow rate of decay of soft tissues, little scavenging by other animals, a lack of swift currents and waves to jumble and carry away small bones, and fairly rapid burial. Given these factors, some areas have become a treasury of well-preserved ichthyosaur fossils.
The deposits at Holzmaden, Germany, present an interesting case for ***ysis. The ichthyosaur remains are found in black, bituminous marine shales deposited about 190 million years ago. Over the years, thousands of specimens of marine reptiles, fish and invertebrates have been recovered from these rocks. The quality of preservation is outstanding, but what is even more impressive is the number of ichthyosaur fossils containing preserved embryos.
Ichthyosaurs with embryos have been reported from 6 different levels of the shale in a small area around Holzmaden, suggesting that a specific site was used by large numbers of ichthyosaurs repeatedly over time. The embryos are quite advanced in their physical development; their paddles, for example, are already well formed. One specimen is even preserved in the birth c***. In addition, the shale contains the remains of many newborns that are between 20 and 30 inches long.
Why are there so many pregnant females and young at Holzmaden when they are so rare elsewhere? The quality of preservation is almost unmatched and quarry operations have been carried out carefully with an awareness of the value of the fossils. But these factors do not account for the interesting question of how there came to be such a concentration of pregnant ichthyosaurs in a particular place very close to their time of giving birth.
胚胎与幼体被保存下来在化石记录中是少见的事情。微小纤细的骨骼通常在石化前就被食腐肉的动物拆散了，或者被风化作用破坏掉了。鱼龙比起陆地的动物有更大的几率被保存下来，因为它们作为海洋动物常生活在腐蚀性较小的环境中。但是它们的石化需要一系列因素：软组织的腐烂速度缓慢，很少被其他动物残食，缺少混杂、冲走小骨头的快速水流和波浪，以及相当快地被掩埋。当这些因素存在时，某些地区就会变成一个充满保存完好的鱼龙化石的宝库。
在德国获尔兹梅登，那儿的沉积物给人们提出了一个有趣的分析案例。人们在黑色的、含沥青的海洋页岩中发现了约19，000 年前沉积下来的 鱼龙化石。几年时间内，在这些岩石中取得了数以千计的海洋爬行动物、鱼类以及无脊椎动物的标本。它们的保存质量非常的好，但更令人称奇的是保存下来的育有胚胎的鱼龙化石数目。
在获尔兹梅登附*一个小地区的六个不同的页岩层中分别发现了育有胚胎的鱼龙化石。这表明大量的鱼龙经年累月重复使用一个特定的地点。那些胚胎已经发育得相当完整了。比如，它们的蹼桨已经完全形成了。有一个标本甚至被保存在产道中。而且，那块页岩包含着很多在20 到30 英寸之间的新生幼体的化石。
为什么在其他地方那么稀少的怀孕雌兽和幼体在获尔兹梅登却那么多呢? 因为其保存质量几乎举世无双，采集工作的进行一直是一丝不苟的。大家都认识到这些化石的价值极其珍贵，但这些因素并不能解释这个有 趣的问题：为什么在一个特定的地点会如此集中地出现即将临产的怀孕鱼龙群呢?
——英语阅读文章（精选5篇）
I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.
Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.
Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.
I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells "happiness".
But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.
The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.
As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.
My mom only had one eye.I hated her. She was such an embarrassment.
She ran a small shop at a flea market and collected old clothes and some other things to sell for the money we needed. Once during elementary school, it was field day, and my mom came.I was so embarrassed and wondered how could she do this to me?I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school, my schoolmates asked me,“your mom only has one eye?!” and taunted me.
I was so angry with my mom and wished that she would just disappear from this world. So I said to my mom,“Why don’t you have the other eye?!If you’re only gonna make me a laughingstock!” My mon did not respond, I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, I felt so good to have had said what I wanted to say. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
For the words I had said to her earlier,there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty. I told myself that I would become successful in the near future, so I studied very hard. Later I got accepted by the Seoul University, I left my mother and came to Seoul to study. Then I got married there.
I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I am living happily as a successful man. I enjoy the life in Seoul because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom and my past. This kind of happiness was getting bigger and bigger, until one day someone knocked at my door. It was my mom!And still with her one eye!It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
I screamed at her,“Who are you? I don’t know you!How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!” To this, my mom quietly answered,“Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. Lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went back to participate in the reunion. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, which I used to call a house, just out of curiosity. There I found my mom fallen on the cold ground. I did not shed a single tear.
Then a piece of paper in her hand came into my eyes. It was a letter to me.
My son,
I think my life has been long enough now,and I won’t visit Seoul anymore. But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come to visit me once in a while? I miss you so much.And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…for you. I’m so sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident and lost your eye. As a mom, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son to see a whole new world for me with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. During the couple of times that you were angry with me, I thought to myself, it’s because he loves me.
My son…oh, my son…
Don’t cry for me because of my death. I love you so much.
英语阅读：AnEmptyBox
Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.
But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady, " he said harshly, "when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
英语阅读：HappinessEquateswithFun?
I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.
Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.
Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.
I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells "happiness".
But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.
The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.
As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.
英语阅读：TodayisaGift
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
英语阅读：IsPackingImportanttoYou?
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.
Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".
How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.
英语阅读：TheBabyEagle
Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.
The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.
The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.
Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.
The baby eagle was hungry. "I'm sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time.
"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.
Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?"
The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it."
"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"
The mother flew away.
The baby cried and cried and cried.
A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."
He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.
"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.
The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.
"You're a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.
He fell.
Head first.
Picked up speed.
Faster and faster.
He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.
He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"
He looked down.
The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isn't fair!" he screamed.
Something strange happens.
The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.
"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"
"You're flying," his mother said.
"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped.
"Yes it is!" said the mother.
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. “There are only two creatures,” says a proverb, “Who can surmount the pyramids ― the eagle and the snail.”
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, “I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. “Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
If I were a boy again, I would look on the cheerful side. Life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, I smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “Who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
Importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself to say no more often. I might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
If I were a boy again, I would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. The smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
Finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, I would, if I were a boy again, I would still try harder to make others happy.
英语阅读：AnEmptyBox
Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.
But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady, " he said harshly, "when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
英语阅读：HappinessEquateswithFun?
I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.
Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.
Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.
I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells "happiness".
But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.
The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.
As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.
英语阅读：TodayisaGift
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
英语阅读：IsPackingImportanttoYou?
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.
Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".
How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.
英语阅读：TheBabyEagle
Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.
The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.
The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.
Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.
The baby eagle was hungry. "I'm sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time.
"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.
Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?"
The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it."
"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"
The mother flew away.
The baby cried and cried and cried.
A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."
He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.
"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.
The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.
"You're a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.
He fell.
Head first.
Picked up speed.
Faster and faster.
He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.
He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"
He looked down.
The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isn't fair!" he screamed.
Something strange happens.
The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.
"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"
"You're flying," his mother said.
"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped.
"Yes it is!" said the mother.
第一篇：狗狗忙碌的一周
1.On Saturday morning, we are going to visit my grandma. Clifford looks for his rubber mouse, Mr Squeaky, to take along. But he can't find it. Clifford doesn't want to go to grandma's without his mouse.
星期六早上，我们要去看望奶奶。Clifford 要带上他的橡皮鼠 Squeaky 先生，但他找不到了。不带上橡皮鼠，Clifford 就不想去奶奶家。
2.I tell him we will go back to all the places we went last week to look for Mr Squeaky. First, we go back to the playground. Clifford looks in the sandbox. He looks for it in the magic castle. No Mr Squeaky.
我跟他说我们会到上周去过的所有地方寻找 Squeaky 先生。首先，我们回到操场，Clifford 往沙坑里瞧瞧，又在魔幻城堡里找找，都没有找到Squeaky 先生。
3.Next we go to the farmer's market. Does Mr Squeaky hide in the cabbages? No.
接下来我们来到农贸市场。Squeaky 先生有没有藏在大白菜堆里呢?没有。
4.Then, Clifford looks through the oranges and onions. The onions make him cry. "Don't cry, Clifford," I say. "We'll find Mr Squeaky."
接着，Clifford 在橘子堆和洋葱堆里找。洋葱把他弄“哭”了。“别哭，Clifford，”我说。“我们会找到 Squeaky 先生的`。”
5.Fun land is the next place we go. Is Mr Squeaky in the roller coaster? No.
游乐场是我们去的下一个地方。Squeaky 先生在过山车里吗?没有。
6.Clifford looks in the duck pond game. No mouse there, but we get a nice prize.
Clifford 在钓鸭子游戏池里找，也没有橡皮鼠，但是我们得到一个漂亮的奖品。
第二篇：海边度假
①Papa, Mama, Brother and Sister go to the shore for weekend. There is a house for them to stay in.
爸爸、妈妈、哥哥和妹妹周末去海边度假。那有一所房子可以住在里面。
②"Let's put on swimming suits and go into the water!" says Brother. "Wait, we must clean up, room by room!" says Mama.
我们穿上泳衣下水吧”哥哥说。“等等，我们必须要先把每个房间收拾下”妈妈说。
③After that, Brother and Sister set out for the sea. Mama stops them and says, "Wait, there are things to carry, beds to make and clothes to clean."
收拾了屋子之后，哥哥和妹妹出发去了海边，妈妈阻止了他们并说：“等等，有些东西要拿，还要整理床和洗衣服”
④After that, Sister says, "It's time for swimming!" But Mama says, "Wait, it's time for us to eat something."
这之后，妹妹说：“游泳时间到了”。但是妈妈却说道“等等，这个时间该吃点什么了。”
⑤After that, Sister asks, "Mama, can we go swimming now?" Mama says, "Dears, it's much too soon after food. It will be bad for your health."
吃饭过后，妹妹问道：“妈妈，我们能去游泳了吗?”妈妈说“亲爱的，刚刚吃过饭就游泳会对健康不好的”。
⑥"It's long after lunch. Can we swim now? It's getting late in the afternoon!" says Brother. "Wait, my dears. Let'sput on some lotion." Says Mama.
哥哥问道“吃过饭很久了，我们能游泳吗，已经都傍晚了?”
“等等，我们带些饮料”妈妈说。
⑦Now it's time for swimming! Brother and Sister run to the sea. "Wait!" shouts Papa. "But, Papa, will we never swim in the sea?" ask Brother and Sister. "Relax, I just wanted you to wait for me!" says Papa.
现在是游泳的时候了，哥哥和妹妹跑向海边。"等等"爸爸喊道。“可是，爸爸，我们还能去海里游泳了吗?”哥哥和妹妹一起问。“别紧张，我只是要你们等等我”爸爸说。
⑧The sea is fun! The sea is great! It's worth the wait!
大海真有趣。真好啊~。等等也值得了。
第三篇：幸福的熊一家
1. Welcome to Bear Country! Down a sunny dirt road lives a family of bears -- Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Small Bear.
欢迎来到熊王国!在熊王国的一条洒满阳光的土路上，住着幸福的熊熊一家：熊爸爸，熊妈妈和小熊。
2. They live in a big tree. It is a very fine house. There is a big kitchen, a sitting room and two bedrooms.
他们住在一棵大树里。那是一个很温馨的房子。有一间大厨房，一间客厅和两间卧室。
Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.
The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.
The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.
Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.
The baby eagle was hungry. "I'm sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time.
"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.
Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?"
The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it."
"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"
The mother flew away.
The baby cried and cried and cried.
A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."
He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.
"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.
The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.
"You're a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.
He fell.
Head first.
Picked up speed.
Faster and faster.
He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.
He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"
He looked down.
The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isn't fair!" he screamed.
Something strange happens.
The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.
"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"
"You're flying," his mother said.
"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped.
"Yes it is!" said the mother.
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这个穷书生从兰仓古道上拾起一片枯叶，回首看了看兰仓古城，往事由心然起……
这个夏天，他没有为大学而努力，没有绿叶，没有人支持，只有一枝笔，伴了他左右。
这个夏天，他忘了所有，也落魄到四海，他流浪到街头，和几个同样的穷书生一起，饮酒、作诗、下棋……生活貌似已经失去了意义。
这个夏天，他随便单招了一个学校，甚至都不知道自己的专业是干什么的。
这个夏天，诗友说：“你沉沦了。”他说：“此生就让我做一个流浪诗人吧，随波四海，沉沦一生吧！”
这个夏天，他做过服务生、搬过砖头、送过水、扫过街、扛过钢管、做过店长、送过餐……
这个夏天，他上翠峰寺写记、访*怀古、登铁笼山、拜赤土、临西山……在西汉水畔饮酒、在北沟桦林里寻觅、在公园中过夜、在星空下放歌、在无人时自己悲痛……
这个夏天，他落没了。
他收起那片枯叶，装好心情，却落下了那枝长伴他的笔，远远离去……
转眼便是秋天，“自古逢秋悲寄寥”，
这个秋天，他拉着皮箱，来到了金城，黄河穿城而过，西北的中心。
这个秋天，他带着兰仓诗情，四顾茫然，落魄在红尘。
这个秋天，他来到文理、曾经叫做*的学校，始终找不到新的希望。
可在这个秋天，他遇到了你，遇到了最美的你，在最美的年华里，他的心霎时失去了往日的逍逸。
这个秋天，诗友说：“你怎么了，你的心从来没有这般为谁留恋不已，早已不是往日逍遥的你。”他笑了笑，忘了言语。
这个秋天，他遇见了你，遇见了最美的你，默默不语。
带着微热的东南风吹在身上，我便知道盼着的夏天，*了。
大自然的万物也都从温暖的春天中走出来，打算提提精神感受夏天的滂沱大雨，淋个畅快。
春天还是嫩芽的大树，现在也是浓密的绿茵，浓浓的绿色映入眼帘，便突然感到一阵从未有过的凉爽。
夕阳西下，那遥远的天际被映的一片通红，漫长的昼转眼变成了黑夜。那是孩子们最爱玩的时候。
一轮明月挂在天空，周围只有稀少的星星为她伴舞。黑暗的大地与皎洁的月光遥相呼应着，人们在那棵大树下坐着，带着扇子的轻轻的的摇摆，时而飘过一阵凉爽的风，空气似乎在瞬间变得清新起来。
大人们在尽情的谈笑，孩子们在尽情的玩耍，在一片谈笑声中，附*的楼房、高楼大厦的灯都亮了起来。从半空中映照在家旁的湖里。*静的湖面闪着光芒，一片鱼鳞似的银波时不时被几只不知名的小鸟所打扰，一会儿就又恢复了宁静。
周围的灯火越来越多，像星星闪烁不定。我坐在公园里的小凳子上，耳边不时传来一阵笑声。目光穿过湖面，望着依旧繁忙的大街，过往的人群，听着大人们谈论着过失，我用扇子驱赶着白天太阳炙晒的余温，不知道远在海外的同胞们能不能与我们共赏这轮满月。
几声鸟叫打乱了我的思绪，回头望望，人剩得不多了，我一边赶着小虫子一边往回走。
夜深人静，月亮升的更高了。一切的一切又恢复宁静，偶尔还可以听见几声鸟叫和树叶“沙沙”的声音……
在同学们的内心深处，什么是最难忘的呢，可能是一次游戏，可能是一本课外图书，也可能性是一次特殊的经历，如果有时间，我劝你也在夏天的夜晚，好好体验一下美丽的夏夜，那应该是别有一番滋味的。
我不知自己在窗前坐了多久，只知太阳已落下，月亮已升起。我无暇顾及这些，仍回想着这次考试。老师念分数时，我的`心跳得厉害，越是害怕的事越避免不了。我不敢正视老师那双布满血丝的眼睛，不敢看那可怜兮兮的分数，不敢相信这就是自己多少天来努力的成绩，但我不得不信，那可怜的分数就摆在自己的眼前，自己失败了。
月光惨淡，如流水一般，静静地泻在桌面上，映得我的脸色发白。我想起了父母，此时也许还在辛勤的劳作；想起了父母起早贪黑干活的身影，那样瘦小；想起了父母那在太阳底下晒得发黑的脸，无情的岁月在他们额上刻下了条条皱纹，还有那皲裂的双手；想起每次临行前父母关切的话语、期待的双腿；想起了关心她的一切人的。如今……我觉得愧对他们的关心。
窗外，月亮已经升得老高了；窗内，依旧如故。痛苦的回忆，让我感到太累了。我抬起头，想让大脑舒展一下。突然，一个高大笔直的形象闯入我的眼帘。我定睛再看，原来是窗外那棵白杨，那棵曾在一次次风雪袭击后，顽强生存下来的白杨，它比以前更高，更直了。我突然又想到居里夫人、爱迪生、威灵顿将军……一阵冷风吹来的，树叶沙沙作响，打断了我的思绪，我打了一个冷战，脑子清醒了许多：不，我决不能退却，我要夺回去那曾属于我的第一。失败只代表昨天，只能意味着过去，过去的一切只能化作零，我要重新开始的，以新的姿态面对失败，迎接下次挑战。
满脸的泪水化作一股神奇的力量，涌入我的全身，我拉亮了灯，宿舍一下温暖了许多。我看着被泪水浸湿的试卷，擦干泪水，握起笔，开始认真总结，寻找失败的原因……我要让这次失败成为我前进的动力。
窗外，皎洁的月光一泻千里，星星也不知什么时候钻了出来，还眨着调皮的眼睛，我的脸上露出了灿烂的笑容。
这是个少雪的冬季，心情就那样淡淡的忧郁，有点哀伤。
所有的海誓山盟随着季节的寒冷，冰冻在心底深处。
我知道，记忆里丢失了自己。
只因了你的那一句：“好想和你一起去看雪”，我便期待着雪的来临。可是，在期待的同时，却有点恐慌。
也许，世间的来来往往很简单，来了、去了，得到了、失去了，相见又别离，都是缘，也是注定。
你没有出现，我没有失望。*惯了遗忘和被遗忘。
终于有一天，雪花轻灵飞舞，从天而降，我欣喜若狂。而你的誓言随着雪花的飘落无声无息。
天地间一片迷茫，我寻找不出心的方向。没有开始的故事，也没有什么是结局。某个清晨，却在雪中发现你的笑容。只是我已不再奢求。
我一个人看雪，因为喜欢，因为纯净，因为寂寞。
我的世界就象这雪，空白而简单。寂然的时候，我听到心灵的呼唤，可是呀可是，没有人能感受。
我放弃了期待，把梦想交还夜晚，把虚无的浪漫挥洒成碎片。
你已不在我的世界里徘徊，我把记忆中的深刻凝结，在一个不为人知的角落独自回味。我知道，那些真真假假，那些**淡淡，都已随风飘散。我记得的只是美好和挂牵。
一生中有一段时光，美丽了我的心和生命，只因为，那份了解，让我们付出，让我们轻松，让我们心灵不设防。只是，无论时间如何短暂，曾经美丽，就是一辈子。
只是我的愿望没有实现，我以为我会在雪中听你的倾诉，看你的笑脸，希望我可以抚*你心底的忧伤和无奈。你独自承受着伤痛，无言默默，因为了解和体会，因为怀念和眷恋，静守自己的世界，不扰人清梦，让一切轻轻过。
雪停了，我的世界一如既往，不苛求你来与不来，也知道，你不会来。也知道，你会去看雪。更知道，你会记取所有美好的瞬间。
那么已经足够，已经可以了无遗憾。
偏爱江南雪，不只在于我生在江南，而是我醉心于雪生南国的特性。
江南的雪来的委婉，恰如江南的女子，轻步盈盈。江南的雪去的也灵气，即便化作春水，也是从屋顶到檐下，滴答而下，不悲不喜。
江南雪总不会让你一下子感受沉甸甸的喜悦，她如一杯餐前的香茶，先打开了你灵魂的欲望。盼望着，盼望着，那一片旧年相约的纯洁。在你满心期待的时候，她来或不来，都有一种喜悦在你的心里，深深浅浅，那应该便是希望的味道了。
终于，在一个你深睡的夜晚，她悄悄来了，在你的屋顶，在你的窗前，在每一个她能走到你能见到的地方。于是你便欢笑着去拥抱她，让她消融在你的眉头、你的嘴角、你的怀里；你索性直直地躺下，在她的怀里留下深深的印记，你的心也融在了那里。
城外，白茫茫的旷野，那零星的几棵老树，早已黄叶落尽。而此时，黑黑的树干也如花一样，开始挑逗你的情思。简单的黑白，无尽的空灵禅意。只要远远地望着，远远地，不去踏破这似曾相识的心灵故里。
等枝头的玄鸟一声鸣叫，你可以感受到脆脆的鸣叫分明惊落了几片雪花，而还未等这雪花落地，鸟儿便已飞向了远处斑驳的山林。现在的山林没春夏的苍绿，也没秋日的繁华，便如一块黑色的画布，顺应着自然的调作。雪是颜料，风是笔，浓浓淡淡，隐隐显显，那些入林的鸟儿就是画上跃动的精灵，你可以看不见它们的身影，但一定要听到它们的声音，那是它们串起的，江南雪的绵绵情愫。
江南雪的停留是短暂的，短的你来不及吟唱一首为她而作的诗，短的你来不及说完囤积一年的短短心语。
也是这样的一个早晨，阳光暖暖地倾入你的窗子，那滴滴的春水便是江南雪的作别，用甜甜柔柔的吴音与灿胜华钻的晶莹。
相约，是在下一个这样的季节。
树发芽了，山林绿了。在芽尖，在山林，你再用心去听，鸟儿是不是还在传递江南雪的消息？
花开的一瞬不是为着相逢，而是为着不曾错过的欣喜。为着这一刻，所以忍受分离，且不惧这分离是天各一方还是终将遥遥无期。因着这无期在心中有期，所以甘愿等待，因着这等待而凋谢了多少季花期，所以满头青丝鬓白，岁月萧萧落地。
我深情的文字里有你在吟唱着我的离愁我的无可奈何，没有你的日子，我像伏尔加河的纤夫步步维艰。岁月看你我在对岸苦苦煎熬，然后寸寸老去。文字堆积起来的情感在流年中慢慢憔悴，被光阴的箭射穿一盏又一盏挂着希望的心灯，莫非你我终要成为过客？
再读给你的文字，心中有疼痛在悸动，常在叩问自己，应该将你放于何处，又将自己放在哪里？文字因谁而美丽？文字为谁而哭泣？为谁而写下永远的`忧伤，为谁而注于快乐的音符？为谁在春天里播下承诺，为谁誓言要在风雨中携手前行？
耳旁有风拂过你幽怨的声音，突然沉默如空。
或许你不懂得我的感伤，常常困惑于我的优柔寡断，或许，你永远触摸不到我心底的这份宁静，那么我无语亦无言，心已疲惫，只能让我文字的幽魂寂寞的在你心上空空的萦绕。
今夜又为你写下忧伤的章，思念与泪水在字里行间浅唱低吟，我修长的手指飞舞于灰白的键盘，为你碾尽一池墨香，记录我们的爱恨交织，那些流逝了永不迂回的情节，一段，一段。
即便要在哪一个飘着细雨的日子，泪眼中模糊了相背而去的身影，如干年后，偶尔轻轻地想起，这些文字还能缤纷，还能在记忆中铺展，因为是曾经爱过的见证，因为是别后思念的延续，因为是当初某时经过的一场风花雪月，短暂的像昙花一样，却如此刻骨铭心。
——精美句子摘抄 40句菁华
1、成熟，不是看破，而是看淡。
2、日子如茶一杯，一口一口悠然品味，最舒适的还是清淡滋味，读懂了岁月，品透了红尘，你会发现，人生清欢是看淡。事，看淡了，就会简单；情，看淡了，就会释怀；缘，看淡了，不悲聚散；是非，看淡了，计较变浅；成败，看淡了，顺心自然；得失，看淡了，自在坦然。有一颗*常心态，拥一份*淡生活，人累了，就歇一歇；心苦了，就放一放；走急了，就停一停。用淡淡的情怀，淡淡看风景，用淡淡的品味，淡淡品生活。
3、书画琴棋诗酒花，当年件件不离他；而今七事都更变，柴米油盐酱醋茶。载酒买花年少事，浑不似旧心情。当所有的梦想被现实磨洗的一干二净，当*庸的日子被繁琐填充，我再也没有了年轻时浪漫激越的心情。
4、这个世界上，谁相信爱情，谁是傻瓜，我对自己说，买一个创可贴，贴在心上，打盆热水，洗洗睡吧。
5、幸福在身边，依然不知足，深夜里不知疲倦的修改着你我既定的命运，却不能拨动历史的轮盘，你我终究会陌路，对吗？我不信。
6、我喜欢现在的自己，我怀念过去的我们。
7、当农家以“粗食不忘天地德，布衣常念祖宗恩”这种最纯朴的方式表达了他们感恩的情怀时，当佛家以“善哉、善哉”这种最直接方式抒发出他们感恩的情怀时，当儒家以“滴水之恩当涌泉相报”书写出他们心中的感激时，我们内心不由得为之一震，并深刻反思，我们尘封已久的感恩有心何时才能焕发它的光彩？
8、感恩无处不在，回报不论大小。我们从感恩父母开始，体会父母辛劳，学会关心、理解父母；安心学*，快乐生活，让父母少操心；勤奋学*，以优异的成绩回报父母。我们也要学会关心身边的人和环境，做一名好学生好公民；我们在生活中学会分享，感悟生活的美。在感恩行动中，我们才能真正懂得：感恩是一种幸福，学会回报是一种美德！
9、草感地恩，方得其郁葱；花感雨恩，方得其艳丽；己感彼恩，方得其壮大！感恩，感恩我们所爱的人！
10、鲜花感恩雨露，因为雨露滋润它成长；苍鹰感恩长空，因为长空让它飞翔；高山感恩大地，因为大地让它高耸；我感恩我的老师，因为老师打开智慧的大门，让我在知识的海洋里遨游。在我的成长历程中，您浓浓的师爱一直伴随左右。
11、感恩是一种处世哲学，感恩是一种生活智慧，感恩更是学会做人，成就阳光人生的支点。
12、感恩祖国和人民，与我们同甘共苦；感恩*，为祖国和人民的幸福生活抛头颅，洒热血；感恩父母和亲人，培养我们茁壮成长，给予我们大海般的深情；感恩良师益友，在迷途中为我们指引前进的道路，教给我们如和做人。感恩爱侣和情人，那份相濡以沫的默默陪伴，那在困境中向我们伸来的温暖之手。
13、我们曾光着脊背走过大地，深知人生的风霜雨雪，当我们秉持着感恩的心时，便将烦恼与不快踏进了泥泞，从而感叹，生活如此美好，人生如此多姿，真的，只要我们有着感恩的心，我们会发现，长者的批评是甜的，朋友的忠告是香的，母亲的唠叨是彩虹，是我们铺就人生之路的基石。
14、感恩是一种处世哲学，是生活中的大智慧。感恩可以消解内心所有积怨，感恩可以涤荡世间一切尘埃。人生在世，不可能一帆风顺，种。种失败、无奈都需要我们勇敢地面对、豁达地处理。
15、母爱就像阳光，感觉到的想到的都是热热的！母爱是一首田园诗，悠遥清净；母爱是一幅山水画，自然清新；母爱是一首歌，婉转深情。
16、母爱是一泓深深的潭。无论家有多少纠葛，她总是以容纳百川的胸怀，默默忍让。那宽宏的气量，那包含的品格，让家和睦泰然、息事宁人。
17、时间会慢慢沉淀，有些人会在你心底慢慢模糊。学会放手，你的幸福需要自己的成全。
18、如果爱上，就不要轻易放过机会。莽撞，可能使你后悔一阵子；怯懦，却可能使你后悔一辈子。
19、也许你只是一株稚嫩的幼苗，然而只要坚忍不拔，终会成为参天大树。
20、一条幽径，曲折迂回中总会激起心旷神怡的向往；一波巨澜，潮起潮落时更能叠出惊心动魄的鸣响；一个故事，遗憾悲婉里才有肝肠寸段的凄凉；一种人生，跌宕放诞放诞困顿中方显惊世骇俗的豪壮。
21、当我个风筝，要不把我放了，要不然收好带回家，别用一条看不见的情思拴着我，让我心伤。
22、如果，倒霉福，如果，愉快乐，那就放手吧；如果，舍不得放不下，那就痛苦吧。
23、书是我的精神食粮，它重塑了我的灵魂。
24、苏阿芒连续两次落榜，后来选择自学道路，掌握了20多个国家文字，在50多个国家和地区发表了文艺作品和论文，被瑞典一家杂志誉为"文艺领域中一颗新星在东方闪光。"--成功的路不止一条
25、“明”可理解成两个月亮坐在天空，相互关怀，相互照亮，缺一不可，那源源不断的光芒是连接彼此的纽带和桥梁！人间的长旅充满了多少凄冷孤苦，没有朋友的人是生活的黑暗中的人，没有朋友的人是真正的孤儿。
26、信念的力量在于即使身处逆境，亦能帮助你鼓起前进的船帆；信念的魅力在于即使遇到险运，亦能召唤你鼓起生活的勇气；信念的伟大在于即使遭遇不幸，亦能促使你保持崇高的心灵。
27、你如果只是一滴水珠，但你折射出了太阳七彩的光芒，让弦子们见到了世界上最美丽的颜色。对于孩子们来说，你是何等重要。
28、你总说梦想遥不可及，可你却从不早睡，也不早起。
29、真的不能太喜欢一个人，你会将一生埋葬在这不值得里，可怕的是，你自己还觉得值得。
30、成功的信念在人脑中的作用就如闹钟，会在你需要时将你唤醒。
31、遇见你是多小的概率，我不想知道。我只想把失去你的概率变为零。
32、昨天已经过去，明天还没有到来，今天就在脚下，我们能够把握的只有今天。我们无法跳回到过去，改变做错的事情，也不能穿越到将来，窥探未来的自己。我们唯一能做的事，不念过去，不畏将来，不怠现在。
33、我喜欢你，没有技巧，真诚野蛮。
34、我还是喜欢你，就像坚持党的领导，绝不动摇。
35、你不会做饭，给我一边呆着去，以后我来做给你吃！
36、恋一个美丽善良的你，说一*永不离弃的话，走生命风雨携手的路，守一段天长地久的情，开一朵地老天荒的花，愿咱们从此愉悦生命！
37、*常思己过，闲谈莫论人生。
38、对你，不管阴晴圆缺，也不变。
39、我对我的穷又有了新一步的了解。
40、如果不去遍历世界，我们就不知道什么是我们精神和情感的寄托，但我们一旦遍历了世界，却发现我们再也无法回到那美好的地方去了。当我们开始寻求，我们就已经失去，而我们不开始寻求，我们根本无法知道自己身边的一切是如此可贵。 ——圣爱克苏贝里 《小王子》
——精美摘抄段落 40句菁华
1、如果你迟疑不决，徘徊在人生的十字路口，那么，拿起你的画笔，描绘海天一色的壮观，那*卷海浪的海燕，将会给你勇气。看吧，鸟都能飞越风雨，你还有什么不可以跨越，还有什么怯懦?
2、成熟是一种明亮而不刺眼的光辉，一种圆润而不腻耳的音响，一种不需要对别人察颜观色的从容，一种终于停止了向周围申诉求告的大气，一种不理会哄闹的微笑，一种洗刷了偏激的淡漠，一种无须声张的厚实，一种并不陡峭的高度。
3、太阳无语，却放射出光辉;高山无语，却体现出巍峨;蓝天无语，却显露出高远;大地无语，却显示出广博;鲜花无语，却散发出芬芳;青春无语，却散发出活力。
4、当悲伤的水流入稳重的山，水这可怜儿的悲伤也勾起了山的悲伤，于是他们的心一起碎了;水把头埋入地下，山却把心的碎片一块块收好。于是就有了迷乱复杂的溶洞，就有了千姿百态的石笋，就有了洞口突突的泉水。
5、生活如花，姹紫嫣红;生活如歌，美妙动听;生活如酒，芳香清醇;生活如诗，意境深远，绚丽多彩。
6、敲击世俗的门，一扇接着一扇，为着那跌宕起伏的梦想，追逐阳光的味道，走了很久很久。在命运的水面下漂泊，看它偶尔泛起涟漪，感悟做翅，灵犀指路，依旧寻找着你，用最脆弱的记忆，最坚硬的时间，一路追随。
7、一缕孤芳的幽魂，坐在寒冷的枝头，用洁静的冷艳分离着过往梦境。曾在玫瑰色的梦里，说着傻得可以的谎话，闭上眼睛以为自己就在天堂。当岁月的指针尖锐的敲醒沉睡中的梦，才发现原来自己一直还在原地。
8、走过茫茫高原，才知太阳的炽热，经过漫漫长夜，才会拥抱黎明的彩霞。生命没有什么过不去的坎儿，有时所谓的绝境只是人生中一个小小的拐角，转个弯，便峰回路转，你会看见“柳暗花明又一村”的明媚与温暖。
9、这样的菁菁校园，怎能不使我们展翅高飞呢怎能不使我们向往未来振兴中学，使你伴我走过了成长的时空，是你引我进入科学的殿堂，是你激励我奋发向上，也是你使我走向成熟。振兴中学，我期盼你的明天，明天的你更加美好，更加欣欣向荣!
10、大桥给我有趣的童年染上了瑰丽的色彩。然而，转学、搬家、升高中及住校，旋转的生活车轮带走了我的童年和无邪。当我再次走向大桥时，愉悦*静的感情湖水，不免泛起点点惆怅的涟漪。
11、那是一座拥有高龄的石拱桥，横跨在低吟浅唱的新安江上。水美，江美，桥也美，桥上那青石板路被行人的足履磨得珠圆玉润了。
12、西湖湖水清澈，碧绿。在阳光的照射下，熠熠生辉。湖岸边，垂柳依依。一阵暖风吹过，一大片荷叶层层叠叠，像翠绿的伞。在荷叶间，几枝含苞乍开的荷花高高的挺立在湖面上，像亭亭玉立的美人。真是“接天莲叶无穷碧，映日荷花别样红”。
13、忘不了为你砚墨素笔往昔的光阴，忘不了与你共掬一捧柳岸秋水、与你共携一帘杏雨春雨；忘不了与你共剪一段时光祭流年、共枕一水秋寒盼温暖，忘不了与你共立于杜牧的豆蔻梢头，执笔作篙，以纸为渡，踏访风月无边的霓裳茜影，寻觅古老沧桑的汉唐旧梦，我，忘不了关于你的一切，一切。
14、随处飘然而来，随处飘然而去。不详其初起，不详其终结，萧萧而过，令人肠断。风是已逝人生的声音。人不知风打哪里来，又向哪里去，闻此声而伤悲。
15、年夜雨心不冷，永远保持青春时代的热情。百鸟飞远天不远，心爱的人一直在美丽的白云间。千山越过水不浊，故乡的田园永远安慰我的心。万花落尽春不尽，五彩的春光在冬天也不凋零
16、西北风把江堤下芦苇梢头的芦花刮得干干净净；涌浪滔天，飞溅的水珠落在岸柳上，成了一串串晶亮的冰凌。
17、当我历尽艰辛终于找到一点成功的血液时，一定不要忘了自己的处境；在尝到甜蜜以后，别忘了张开翅膀奋飞，不然，安享成功会毁了自己，像蚊子那样被压倒在地。
18、他的双肩耸动，单薄的身影，像极了秋深时树枝上一片欲掉落的叶。眼泪从他指缝处不住地溢出来，汇成小溪流。午后的阳光照在上面，反射着惨痛的晶莹。他的头上，霜花点点。
19、我仿佛听到了一种穿透时间凝固的墙壁传来的声音，这声音苍老粗糙而沙哑，像患了感冒伤风的老人在唱歌，它显得古老而锈迹斑斑，沉重凝滞，但却具有一种穿透力，让你感到震撼。
20、从小孩子眼中看起来，当然就觉得圆桌很辽阔。每缸菜都巨大又冒烟。其中有一缸端上桌时，只见淡茶色透明刺须从缸口满出来，颤巍巍朝四方乱七八糟的呈喷射状散开。
21、母爱也是文学和音乐的永恒主题。文人以母爱为题，写出的文章便滋润蕴籍；乐师以母爱为题，弹奏的曲调便清柔幽美，余韵绵绵。想起了母亲，志向消沉就会化为意气风发；想起了母亲，虚度年华就会化为豪情万丈；想起了母亲，羁旅漂泊的游子就会萌发起回家的心愿；想起了母亲，彷徨无依的心灵就找到了栖息的家园。
22、有些冷，有些凉，心中有些无奈，我一个人走在黑夜中，有些颤抖，身体瑟缩着，心也在抖动着。我看不清前方的路，何去何从，感觉迷茫，胸口有些闷。我环视了一下周围，无人的街头显得冷清，感到整个世界都要将我放弃。脚步彷徨之间，泪早已滴下……
23、夏天那种让人无法躲避的酷热，真使人头痛，不论你走在烈日炎炎下的大路，或是已进入树木房屋的阴影；不论是在早晨还是在傍晚，那暑日的热总是伴随着你，缠绕着你，真让人心烦。知了不知疲惫的叫着，给人带来一种夏日的烦躁，没有一丝风，大地活像一个蒸笼。
24、走在公园的大道上，可以发现许多树的叶子，已染上了秋的色彩，到处可以看到黄灿灿的树叶。其中最引人注目的是那金黄金黄的银杏树，远远望去，犹如金色的海洋，微风吹过，银杏树叶纷纷飘落，就像一只只美丽的蝴蝶，展开双翅在空中飞舞。
25、不知什么时候，身穿黑袍的云姑娘，用它那宽大的手臂，笼罩着湛蓝的天空。闪电发出了一阵阵震耳欲聋的吼叫，它那天生的金嗓子，雄浑的男高音是多么有气势，让人胆颤心惊。正在开始一场声势浩大的交响曲。
26、雨，姗姗来迟。豆大的水滴，像逃难的灾民急匆匆地跳到了荷叶上，溅起了大大小小的水花，很有节奏地弹出一首又一首优美动听的小曲，这是多么地让人陶醉，陷入到无限遐想中。我和爸爸妈妈躲在屋檐下，观赏着雨中的好风景。
27、一些墨绿的青苔粘在墙角，吮吸着雨露，淡漠了这多情的江南，绵绵的愁绪。抬眼望去，一只燕子飞掠而去。是否是从王谢堂下飞出的那只？可还能在这物是人非之外，辨识出你的故居吗？
28、人不可能一辈子都一帆风顺，我们大家都遭受过大大小小的挫折。每当遭遇挫折的时候，有的人会说：真倒霉。是的，大概每个人都希望每天都如自己所愿，不要遭受挫折。但是，我会对挫折说：欢迎光临！
29、“易与天地准”也正是凭借常识，凭借与常识同行，我们维系了一个旷古的文明，然而无论是生活还是发展，不知常识无语进步，不行常识无以趋利避患，不思常识却也无以百尺竿头更进一步。
30、几间铺子半敞着门面。铺内，几人横靠着帐台边的木柱，正在打盹；忙碌着的小二，手脚极为麻利地端茶递水之间，仿佛都不会激起哪怕一丝尘屑的飞扬。大多数的屋子已是人去楼空，一把铁锁，锁住了一屋子的寂寞春秋。透过门扉间的夹缝，瞅见一口八角的古井，井沿上残留着几片风吹落的树叶；眨眼间，似乎看见一个梳着两条小辫儿的蓝衣少女蹲在井边，手中拿着极粗的衣槌，露出一口极白的牙齿，对着这边轻轻地微笑；一阵风吹过，扫落了井沿的树叶，也带走了姑娘的影像……依然是个空落落的院落，一把生了锈的铁锁！
31、沉浸在江南的幽幽梦幻里，抬头，眼前已是那车水马龙、人声鼎沸的街市。回望小巷，雨后的它显得更为*静与安宁。寥落的水泡，在小巷的那头冉冉升空；街市这头袭来一阵强流，一瞬的光景，五彩的霓虹映亮整个天宇，嘈杂与躁动在这个世界中无限延伸！小巷深处隐隐透出的阑珊灯火，闪动着清亮的光芒，也足以照亮夜归人的路！一座小桥，两方天地，是两势对立下的无奈疏离，也是历史白描地书写下的自然并存！是也罢，不是也罢，小巷犹在，而雨——今年下，明年下，一千年以后，还会下。
32、生活需要爱，没有爱，那些受灾的人们生活将永远悲惨；生活需要爱，爱就像调味料，使生活这道菜充满滋味；生活需要爱，爱让生活永远充满光明。
33、是自信为我搭起了一个人生*台，使我从此主动积极的去对应生活中的各种问题，并使我能够从容地享受生活的乐趣。我坚信，有自信才能有成绩，有成绩就会更自信。如果说失败乃成功之母，那么自信就是成功之基。天并不都是蓝的，云并不都是白的，但自信的风采却是一束永恒的灿烂的恒久的光辉，这一束光辉将永远照着你的目标前进，不再迷茫。
34、友情是我们内心的砝码，总能调节我们心中的*衡。随着时间的洗刷，友情会被冲淡，但我们不要等到失去后才懂得珍惜。我们要把握现在的友情，勇敢的去面对。这也许对一生都会有很大的影响，在人生中，有几个力量一起共同奋斗，成功的曙光也许会早一点到来。
35、友谊就是在你遇到困难时，朋友向你伸出的一双援助之手；友谊就是在你生病时，朋友的一声问候；友谊就是在你孤单寂寞时，朋友的陪伴。真正的友谊体现在生活的每一瞬间，每一细节。
36、秋起。有微风滑过的清香。有阳光照射的明媚。有树叶儿滑落的声响。还有。一抹抹微凉拂过心头的舒畅。微风。轻掀起衣角。轻吻着发丝。不经意间。那些春花夏梦的记忆。就感染这个多情的秋季。于是。心。慢慢的沉浸。轻轻的驻足。让心停歇。聆听风。倾听雨。原来。岁月处处都充满着暖意……
37、岁月轮转。时光静静的流逝。金秋的风。悄悄地拂过窗棂。轻轻地掀起清秋的面纱。听风。唱响时间的流淌。穿过。岁月沧桑的河岸。仿佛。经年就在眼前。那些消失在岁月长河里的人和事。还有一些一些的美丽。都化着点滴斑斓。飞散在这个季节深处。岁月。就是一轮维修机。有再多磨合都已不在重要。重要的是有一颗宽容。淡定。从容的心。守着一份份清淡。生活已不再那么烦躁。或许。生活就是要我们简单随和。就是最好……
38、记忆想腐烂的叶子。那些清新那些嫩绿早已埋葬在时间刻度的前段。惟有铺天盖地的腐烂气味留在时间刻度的尾部。
39、什么是幸福？幸福是果园里果农望着压满枝头果实的满脸喜色。幸福是教室里莘莘学子憧憬未来的动人笑脸。幸福是实验室里科学家又有新发现时的舒展眉头。幸福是领奖台上运动员仰望**冉冉升起时的莹莹泪光。幸福是奋斗的结晶。勤劳的丰碑。
40、什么是胜利？成功的满足是，给予他人一路的馨香也是。弘一法师曾留下这样的箴言：“君子之交，其淡如水；执象而求，咫尺千里；问余何适，廓尔忘言。华枝春满，天心月圆。”我们追逐着希望的彼岸，但别忘了怀揣初心，用最澄澈最干净的目光，注视着他人的奔跑，并给予美好的祝愿，便得了心神坦荡，偷尝些真水里的神水味儿。当你无助、失落时，也自有人为你喝彩鼓励。
——摘抄好文章和赏析优选【五】份
人生如梦。生命从无到有，又从有走向无，生生死死，构成社会和世界。从人生无常这一点来说，人生有如梦幻。因此，一个人只有活得有声有色、有滋有味，才不枉到这世界上走一回。 "浮生若梦"， "人生几何"，从生命的短暂性来说，人生的确是一场梦。因此如何提高生活的质量，怎样活得有意义，便成了人们的一个永久的话题；"青山依旧在，几度夕阳红"，与永恒的自然相比，人生不过是一场梦。
文章赏析：
从这个意义上来说，在这大自然的包容中，在这历史的长河中， "人过留迹，雁过留声"，人来到这世界上走一遭，应当留下一点足迹，一点与山河同在的精神。
微笑着，去唱生活的歌谣。不要抱怨生活给予了太多的磨难，不必抱怨生命中有太多的曲折。大海如果失去了巨浪的翻滚，就会失去雄浑，沙漠如果失去了飞沙的狂舞，就会失去壮观，人生如果仅去求得两点一线的一帆风顺，生命也就失去了存在的魅力。
文章赏析：
文章中微笑着弹奏从容的弦乐，去面对挫折，去接受幸福，去品味孤独，去战胜忧伤。
张爱玲《秋雨》
雨，像银灰色黏湿的蛛丝，织成一片轻柔的网，网住了整个秋的世界。天地是暗沉沉的，像古老的住宅里缠满着蛛丝网的屋顶。那堆在天上的灰白色的云片，就像屋顶上剥落的白色粉。在这古旧的屋顶的笼罩下，一切都是异常的沉闷。园子里绿翳翳的石榴、桑树、葡萄藤，都不过代表着过去盛夏的繁荣，现在已成了古罗马的建筑的遗迹一样，在萧萧的雨声中瑟缩不宁，回忆着光荣的过去。草色已经转入了忧郁的苍黄，地下找不出一点新鲜的花朵；宿舍墙外一带种的娇嫩的洋水仙，垂了头，含着满眼的泪珠，在那里叹息它们的薄命，才过了两天的晴美的好日子又遇到这样霉气薰蒸的雨天。只有墙角的桂花，枝头已经缀着几个黄金一样宝贵的嫩蕊，小心地隐藏在绿油油椭圆形的叶瓣下，透露出一点新生命萌芽的希望。
文章赏析：
有的时候不是那么喜欢张的文字，就像这篇秋雨，别人都会写温暖潮润的气息，而她则写得幽暗而阴森，光是笔触就让人感到寒冷而战栗了。
但也许这正是张文字的魅力，张扬的，阴暗的，却又是如此真实，探测到人内心的最深处。这篇文章用笔细致，只用了比喻和拟人，就把秋雨写得栩栩如生，又带入了一层沉闷而寂寥的色彩。 于这文来说，充满了灰色、
忧郁，黯然，寥落，一种生活无厘头的滑稽，唯一萌芽的一束希望之光，仅是那株低矮的无人问津的桂花树。
我可以把我的友谊在水彩画幅创作的光彩熠熠，衷情中义。也许有一天，当时间流逝，早已不小心掉进了遗忘的心湖。记忆的湖水冲淡了美丽的色彩，淡却了当年的铁胆铮铮之情，笑傲江湖，乘风破浪。那幅画早已变的却是龌龊不堪，不得不令人深深惋惜。
也许是女娲给人类创造了甜美彩画，怕人类不珍惜，加点神水的斑迹，希望给人类带来多姿多彩的画面，在坎坷中锻造人类的灵性吧。
文章赏析：
真不知是人心暂时停留了人生水彩的保值期，还是岁月冲淡了人生水彩的夺目光环。
*慕容《桐花》
在低低的呼唤声传过之后，整个世界就覆盖在雪白的花荫下了。
丽日当空，群山绵延，簇簇的白色花朵象一条流动的江河。仿佛世间所有的生命都应约前来，在这刹那里，在透明如醇蜜的阳光下，同时欢呼，同时飞旋，同时幻化成无数游离浮动的光点。
这样的一个开满了白花的下午，总觉得似曾相识，总觉得是一场可以放进任何一种时空里的聚合。可以放进诗经，可以放进楚辞，可以放进古典主义也同时可以放进后期印象派的笔端――在人类任何一段美丽的记载里，都应该有过这样的一个下午，这样的一季初夏。
文章赏析：
文中运用生动优美的笔触描绘了桐花盛开的美景，视觉与听觉相结合，动静结合，充满了生机和动感。作者运用比喻的手法，把繁华盛开的场景比作流动的江河，把阳光比作醇蜜，将这幅景象刻画得美不胜收。最后的排比句，语势加强，让人感受到桐花盛开时喷发的生命力，仿佛整个山坡都被桐花覆盖了，生命的张力无限延伸。
而作者的想象则充满了浪漫的梦幻。
——经典文章美句摘抄通用五篇
为你碾尽一池墨香：
花开的一瞬不是为着相逢，而是为着不曾错过的欣喜。为着这一刻，所以忍受分离，且不惧这分离是天各一方还是终将遥遥无期。因着这无期在心中有期，所以甘愿等待，因着这等待而凋谢了多少季花期，所以满头青丝鬓白，岁月萧萧落地。
我深情的文字里有你在吟唱着我的离愁我的无可奈何，没有你的日子，我像伏尔加河的纤夫步步维艰。岁月看你我在对岸苦苦煎熬，然后寸寸老去。文字堆积起来的情感在流年中慢慢憔悴，被光阴的箭射穿一盏又一盏挂着希望的心灯，莫非你我终要成为过客？
再读给你的文字，心中有疼痛在悸动，常在叩问自己，应该将你放于何处，又将自己放在哪里？文字因谁而美丽？文字为谁而哭泣？为谁而写下永远的忧伤，为谁而注于快乐的音符？为谁在春天里播下承诺，为谁誓言要在风雨中携手前行？
耳旁有风拂过你幽怨的声音，突然沉默如空。
或许你不懂得我的感伤，常常困惑于我的优柔寡断，或许，你永远触摸不到我心底的这份宁静，那么我无语亦无言，心已疲惫，只能让我文字的幽魂寂寞的在你心上空空的萦绕。
今夜又为你写下忧伤的篇章，思念与泪水在字里行间浅唱低吟，我修长的手指飞舞于灰白的键盘，为你碾尽一池墨香，记录我们的爱恨交织，那些流逝了永不迂回的情节，一段，一段。
即便要在哪一个飘着细雨的日子，泪眼中模糊了相背而去的身影，如干年后，偶尔轻轻地想起，这些文字还能缤纷，还能在记忆中铺展，因为是曾经爱过的见证，因为是别后思念的延续，因为是当初某时经过的一场风花雪月，短暂的像昙花一样，却如此刻骨铭心。
1.但离妄缘，即如如佛。
2.不见一切法，乃名得道；不解一切法，乃名解法。
3.众生造作妄想，以心生心，故常在地狱。
4.菩萨观察妄想，不以心生心，常在佛国。
5.心中无三毒者，是名国土清净。
6.言若离相，言亦名解脱；默若着相，默即是系缚。
7.离心者，非是远离于心，但使不着心相。
8.一切诸法皆如幻，本性自空那用除。若识心性非形象，湛然不动自真如。
9.若了心修道，则少力而易成；不了心而修，费功而无益。
10.一切善恶皆由自心，心外别求终无是处。
11.一心有滞，诸法不同。
12.归元性无二，方便有多门。
13.净律净心，心即是佛，除此心王，更无别佛，欲求成佛，莫染一物。
14.诸法不相到，当处解脱。
15.凡迷者，迷于悟；悟者，悟于迷。
16.心无去来，即入涅盘。是知涅盘，即是空心。
17.悟心容易息心难，息得心缘到处闲。
18.若不修内行，唯只外求，希望获福，无有是处。
19.若欲求佛但求心，只这心心心是佛。
20.三世诸佛以自心为本师。
21.若能自识本心，念念磨练；莫住者，即自见佛性也。
22.不见他非我是，自然上敬下恭，佛法时时现前，烦恼尘尘解脱。
23.一切众生，种种幻化，皆生如来圆觉妙心。
24.却物为上逐物为下，此乃是学道省力工夫。
25.佛法在日用处，吃茶吃饭处，语言相问处。
26.自性发时，业识来空。
27.自见性者一切业障刹那灭却。
28.现定见闻觉知是法，法离见闻觉知，非达法也。
29.菩萨知烦恼性空，即不离空，故常在涅盘。
30.但性清净即是自性西方。
31.寂静不生，放旷纵横，所作无滞，去住皆*。
32.杯子扑落地，响声明沥沥，虚空粉碎也，狂心当下息。
33.终日不离一切事，不被诸境惑，，名自在人。
34.前际无去，今际无住，后际无来。
35.着力今生须了却，谁能累劫受余殃。
36.认得心性，可说不思议。
37.但有诸见，即是无边身。若有见处，即名外道。
38.法不孤起，仗境方生。
39.真性心地藏，无头亦无尾，应缘而化物，方便呼为智。
40.但学无心，顿息诸缘，莫生妄想分别，无人无我，无贪嗔，无憎爱，无胜负。
41.夫法本无法，一落言诠，即非实义。
42.息念忘虑，佛自现前。
43.举心动念，即乖法体，即为着相。
44.是身如电，年年不住。
45.心之与性，迷即别，悟即不别。
46.不逢出世明师，枉服大乘法药。
47.佛本是自心作，那得向文字中求。
48.佛者，心清净是。法者，心光明是。道者，处处无碍净光是。
49.声闻住空修空被空缚，修定住定被定缚，修静住静被静缚，修寂住寂被寂缚。
50.不求名利不求荣，只么随缘度此生，一个幻躯能几日，为他闲事长无明。
51.绿水无忧，因风皱面；青山不老，为雪白头。
52.向外驰求即是「迷」，回光返照就是「密」。
53.能观心者究竟解脱，不能观者永处沉沦。
54.莫道无心便是道，无心犹隔一重山。
55.禅非语文可阐扬，祛除妄心能品尝，人人心中皆有禅，心外觅禅空自忙。
56.时时自觉，念念自知，事事心安，天天惬意。
57.但求一*安心地，谁与龙蛇论是非。
58.生计恰为一野鹤，粗疏饮啄总随缘。
59.天地原为一逆旅，江湖何处是吾家。
60.心中自有菩提意，窗外秋山始入帘。
61.百种多知，不如无求最为第一。
62.佛曰：一花一世界，一叶一菩提。
63.问曰：“人为何而活？”
64.佛曰：“寻根。”
65.问曰：“何谓之根？”
66.佛曰：“不可说。”
67.佛曰：不可说，不可说，一说即是错。
68.佛曰：人生有八苦：生，老，病，死，爱别离，怨长久，求不得，放不下。
69.佛曰：命由己造，相由心生，世间万物皆是化相，心不动，万物皆不动，心不变，万物皆不变。
70.佛曰：笑着面对，不去埋怨。悠然，随心，随性，随缘。注定让一生改变的，只在百年后，那一朵花开的时间。
71.佛曰：刹那便是永恒。
72.佛曰：种如是因，收如是果，一切唯心造。
73.佛曰：爱别离，怨憎会，撒手西归，全无是类。不过是满眼空花，一片虚幻。
74.佛曰：由爱故生忧，由爱故生怖，若离于爱者，无忧亦无怖。
75.佛曰：以物物物，则物可物；以物物非物，则物非物。物不得名之功，名不得物之实，名物不实，是以物无物也。
76.佛曰：“只因不识自我。”
77.问曰：“世间为何多苦恼？”
78.佛曰：苦海无涯，回头是岸。
79.佛曰：前世五百年的回眸才换得今世的擦肩而过。
80.佛曰：为何不必？
81.佛曰：一切皆为虚幻。
82.佛曰：不可说，不可说。
83.佛曰：菩提并无树，明镜亦无台，世本无一物，何处染尘埃!
84.佛曰：放下屠刀，立地成佛。
85.佛曰：救人一命，胜造七级浮屠。
86.佛曰：大悲无泪，大悟无言，大笑无声。
87.问曰：“为何人有善恶之分？”
88.佛曰：“人无善恶，善恶存乎尔心”
89.问曰：“如何能静？如何能常？”
90.佛曰：“寻找自我。”
91.佛曰：人无善恶，善恶存乎尔心。
92.菩提本无树，明镜亦非台，本来无一物，何处惹尘埃。
93.汝修三昧，本出尘劳。淫心不除，尘不可出。
94.人在尘中，不是尘，尘在心中，化灰尘。
95.世间人，法无定法，然后知非法法也；天下事，了犹未了，何妨以不了了之。
96.切莫刻意的寻求，人人皆由佛性，重在修心和意，而不是外在的。
97.我不入地狱，谁入地狱，地狱不空，誓不成佛！
98.色不异空，空不异色，色即是空，空即是色，受想行识，亦复如是。
99.前生500次的回眸才换得今生的一次擦肩而过。
100.苦海无边，回头是岸。放下屠刀，立地成佛。
101.我不入地狱，谁入地狱。
102.一花一世界，一叶一如来。
103.此有故彼有，此生故彼生；此无故彼无，此灭故彼灭。
104.诸法因缘生，我说是因缘；因缘尽故灭，我作如是说。
105.一切行无常，生者必有尽，不生则不死，此灭最为乐。
106.凡所有相，皆是虚妄。若见诸相非相，则见如来。
107.心是心，物是物，心物合一，心物是一。
108.心非心，物非物，心高于物。
109.诸行无常，是生灭法。生灭灭已，寂灭为乐。
110.一念不生全体现，六根才动被云遮。
111.不破本参不入山，不到重关不闭关。
112.梦里明明有六趣，觉后空空无大千。
113.一切有为法，如梦幻泡影。如露亦如电，应作如是观。
114.莫谓无心便是道，无心犹隔一重关。
115.末后一句，始到牢关。锁断要津，不通凡圣。
116.随顺世缘无挂碍，涅槃生死等空花。
117.若以色见我，以音声求我，是人行邪道，不能见如来。
118.诸恶莫作，众善奉行。
119.若问前世因，今生受者是；若问后世果，今生作者是。
120.应无所住而生其心。
121.大悲无泪，大悟无言，大笑无声。
1、太阳落山了，它那分外的强光从树梢头喷射出来，将白云染成血色，将青山染成血色。
2、阳光温暖、清新、自然。每当一抹阳光洒在窗台上，我便回用双手捧住这大自然的馈赠，细细品味阳光的美好。阳光如此美丽。
3、早晨，太阳像个刚出门的新媳妇，羞答答地露出半个脸来。
4、今年的冬天似乎最像北方的冬天，干燥，寒冷，太阳的光芒就跟银针一般，照在人生上，竟有些砭骨般的疼痛。
5、太阳从西边升起，火热热的火球似的。
6、太阳露出了一张红彤彤的脸，像个害羞的小姑娘。
7、寒冷的冬天，在太阳照射到的地方都是温暖的，所以我总是在幽幽暗暗反反复复中寻找，寻找温暖的地方，因为那里有太阳所放射出的暖心的光芒。
8、灿烂的阳光穿过树叶间的空隙，透过早雾，一缕缕地洒满了校园。太阳更低了，血一般的红，水面上一条耀人眼睛的广阔的光波，从海洋的边际直伸到小船边沿。
9、太阳一跳一跳的升起，金色的辉煌洒满世界。
10、生活不能没有阳光的滋润，否则一切美好的事物都将黯然失色。带上你阳光般的笑容，去迎接每一个美丽的明天；上你阳光般的话语，去奉献，去奋斗，让世界充满阳光！
11、阳光是无私的，阳光是善良的，只要你善对生命，善于生活，你随时可以享受到阳光。
12、太阳像个大喷壶把一壶的颜料毫不吝啬的用来涂抹世界
13、太阳慢慢地透过云霞，露出了早已胀得通红的脸庞，像一个害羞的小姑娘张望着大地
14、阳光也不在那么任性了，它轻轻地抚摩着万物，柔柔地说着别离，它让万物记得冷冷的天里，它和爱一样的温暖，一样可以照亮心灵。
15、晚秋了，太阳懒洋洋地挂在天上，像个老公公露着笑脸在打瞌睡。
16、一缕阳光直射进我的房间里，像一束亮闪闪的金线，不仅照亮了房间，也照亮了我的心田。
17、一个又大又红的太阳，躲在云层中，若有若无，俏皮地与人们玩着“捉迷藏”。
18、碧日蓝天，乌云直向太阳逼来，而后扭了扭身子，把太阳挡在了他后面。
19、阳光被层层叠叠的树叶过滤，漏到他身上变成了淡淡的圆圆的轻轻摇曳的光晕。
20、太阳离开地*线了，红彤彤的，仿佛是一块光焰夺目的玛瑙盘，缓缓地向上移动
1，人生就像坐飞机，飞多高不重要，重要的是安全到达目的地。
2，待人退一步，爱人宽一寸，人生自然活得很快乐。
3，人生就像愤怒的小鸟，每次你失败的时候，总有几只猪在笑。
4，如果人生只是一场梦，为何忘不掉初恋的感觉
5，心态决定人生高度
6，坚信自己，人生往往柳暗花明。
7，人生不是坐等暴风雨过去，而是学会在雨中起舞。
8，其实根本就没有什么“假如”，每个人的人生都不可重新设计
9，人生总是这样，在不经意间伤害到别人，又在不经意间被别人伤害。
10，人生就是拼命的奔跑与华丽的跌倒
11，人生每一次创伤都是一种成熟，每一次失去都是一种获得。
12，如果一本书就改变了你的人生观，只能说明你读的书太少了；如果一张碟就改变了你的价值观，只能说明你没有价值观。
13，一个人生活，一个人也可以快活。
14，人生中出现的一切，都无法拥有，只能经历。
15，别把生活当作游戏，谁游戏人生，生活就惩罚谁，这不是劝诫，而是——规则！
16，人生就像巧克力，沵永远都不知道自己会吃到什么味道。
17，人生试题一共有四道题目：学业、事业、婚姻、家庭。*均分高才能及格，切莫花太多的时间和精力在任一题目上。
18，不要活在过去的阴影里，把每天当作人生的新一天，生活才会多彩多姿。
19，人生没有如果，只有后果和结果。
20，人生有如一股奔流，没有暗礁，激不起美丽的浪花。
21，人生的道路上，你没有耐心去等待成功，那么你只有用一生去面对失败。
22，**常思己过，闲谈莫论人生。
23，人生最重要的两天就是你出生的那天和你明白自己为何出生的那天。
24，用放大镜去看人生，人生则是一场悲剧；而用望远镜去看人生，人生则是一场喜剧。
25，人生是条无名的河，是深是浅都要过。
26，人生如戏，每个人不过只是角色扮演。
27，人生没有彩排，每天都是直播，不仅收视率低，而且工资不高。
28，人生，需要有一些时刻，慢下来，静下来，听花开的声音，观叶绽的曼妙。告诉自己，活着，真好。
29，千万别迷恋网络游戏，要玩就玩好人生这场大游戏。
30，一个目标达到之后，马上立下另一个目标，这是成功的人生模式。
31，人生，总有些黑暗的隧道需要自己穿越。
32，人生苦短，应及时行乐。
33，人生，不必遗憾，若是美好，叫做精彩。若是糟糕，叫做经历。
34，尽量地学*、尽量地经历、尽量地旅游、尽量地吃好东西、人生就比较美好一点，就这么简单。
35，即使一路上跌跌撞撞，也得走下去。这就是你的人生，没有任何人能够篡改
36，人生无非是，快乐的时候大笑，难过的时候哭泣，接着就是继续过下去。
37，所谓人生，便是取决于遇见谁。
