"Everything happens for the best," my mother saidwhenever faced disappointment. "If you can carryon, one day something good will happen. And you'llrealize that it wouldn't have happened if not for thatprevious disappointment. " Mother was right, as Idiscovered after graduating from college in 1932. Ihad decided to try for a job in radio, then work myway up to sports announcer. I hitchhiked to Chicagoand knocked on the door of every station -and got turned down every time.
In one studio, a kind lady told me that big stations couldn't risk hiring inexperienced person. "Go out in the sticks and find a small station that'll give you a chance," she said.
I thumbed home to Dixon, Illinois. While there was no radio-announcing jobs in Dixon, myfather said Montgomery Ward had opened a store and wanted a local athlete to manage itssports department. Since Dixon was where I had played high school football, I applied. The jobsounded just right for me. But I wasn't hired.
My disappointment must have shown. "Everything happens for the best," Mom reminded me. Dad offered me the car to hunt for a job. I tried WOC Radio in Davenport, Iowa. The programdirector, a wonderful Scotsman named Peter MacArthur, told me they had already hired anannouncer.
As I left his office, my frustration boiled over. I asked aloud, "How can a fellow get to be asport announcer if he can't get a job in a radio station? "
I was waiting for the elevator when I heard MacArthur calling, "What was that you said aboutsports? Do you know anything about football? " Then he stood me before a microphone andasked me to broadcast an imaginary game.
On my way home, as I have many times since, I thought of my mother's words: "if you carryon, one day something good will happen. Something wouldn't have happened if not for thatprevious disappointment" I often wonder what direction my life might have taken if I'dgotten the job at Montgomery Ward.
Touch me. Don't be afraid. I can't hurt you. Go ahead and touch my smooth surface. Feel the cold, glass-like smoothness and the crevices and lines that make me what I am. Use both hands if you wish. We are more similar than you dare to believe.
抚摸我吧。别害怕。我不会伤害你。来吧，抚摸我光滑的皮肤。感觉玻璃般的冰冷与光滑，以及其中的裂缝和刮痕，感受我的存在。如果你愿意请用双手抚摸吧。我们的相似之处将超越你的想象。
Touch my face. Yes, I have a face like yours. It has weathered the centuries as yours has the years. My face portrays my evolution. Yours, the birth and death of a generation. My face has aged like yours as we have endured together the testimony of earth's elements.
抚摸我的脸。没错，我有着和你一样的面孔。我的脸随着时代的变迁而风化如同你的脸随着岁月的流逝而逐渐苍老。我的脸展示了我的世纪进程。你的, 则描绘了一生的沧桑曲折。当我们一起忍受了尘世中风雨的考验时，脸上也被刻下了岁月的痕迹！
I have eyes like yours. My inscriptions stare out at you as I search for the meaning of why we are here. I look into your eyes and see who you are. Who am I? I was formed millions of years past and now you see the results of my evolution.
我有着和你一样的眼睛。我的碑铭注视着你，仿佛在寻找生命的意义。让我透过你的双眼看看你是谁。而我又是谁？我已生存了数百年，你看到的是我最终的演变。
I can feel your hands and the sweat from your palms flow into the countless combination of the letters that make me. I know you. I have known you since I was able to breathe in the air as my smoothness began to take shape and my color matured along with natural flaws. You have known me since the days when you came to take me from my mother.
我可以感觉到你的双手，汗水从手掌流入数不清的碑文的缝隙。我认得你。从我可以呼吸，从我开始成型，从我的色彩在风的侵袭下而越变浓烈时，我就认识你。你也早已认识我，当你带我离开母亲时。
You cannot hear me. I am static and unmoving. But, I can hear your murmurs and your cries of pain and sadness. Your sons and daughters ask why? There are no answers. I am very old. I have seen everything and I am none the wiser for the pain and suffering I have witnessed since I rose from the bowels of the earth. I have witnessed the conflict, the death, the civilizations, and the societies that have come before you. Yet I remain mystified about this day.
你听不到我的声音，因为我是静止的。但我却听到了你的低声诉语，你的痛苦哀号。你的子女们问“为什么？”这没有答案。我已经老了。我看到了一切，但我承认面对自己所目睹的苦难沧桑我并不是一个智者。我目睹了战争、死亡、人类文明还有人类社会这些曾经你所经历的种种，但我依然困惑不解。
I feel sad yet alive with a purpose. I have come to know those who are now an integral part of the reason for my being here at this place and time. That purpose has become apparent as I stand before you on this day while your brethren gather to witness my reflections and the changes of light that mirror your soul.
我感到悲伤，却清楚地感受到自己存在的目的。我渐渐了解那些刻在我身上的名字，是他们让我有存在的理由。今天，当你们围聚在我身边，看那些名字在我身上的反射，而光线的变化也折射出你们的灵魂我越发清楚我存在的目的。
Motion pictures are most popular not only in the United States, but throughout the world.
Although color television and video recording are gaining greater popularity and may be threatening the future of the movies, motion pictures have somewhat managed to cope with the film crisis in the seventies and remain one of the favorite forms of entertainment of the people.
There are 11,000 motion picture theaters, or cinema, and about 4,000 outdoor "drive-ins", where people sit in their own automobiles and watch domestic and foreign films. Heavy use of the highways in the United States has resulted in the rapid development of what we call roadside business of various kinds, including outdoor movie theaters, or drive-ins, and motels. Both outdoor drive-ins and motels are usually located on main roads near cities and at seaside and other resort areas.
In a drive-in, an enormous screen is put up in an open space, and the cars are all parked facing the screen in long rows. When you have parked, you may open the car window and bring in the instrument that is being handed over to you which gives the sound that accompanies the picture, and perhaps bring in a heater, too. If it is cold, you may well shut the window again, with the sound-reproducing device inside the car, so that you can hear while watching the big screen in front of your car. Drive-in cinemas usually have some kind of cafe in the area, and you can buy Coca-Cola and coffee to drink in the car.
The first drive-in was opened on June 6, 1933 in Camden, New Jersey. Newspapers of the period suggested that the automobile movie theater was an immediate success. On the opening night it was jammed to capacity with six hundred cars. The initial advertisement didn't mention the name of the film to be shown that night, and the people didn't care. The real attraction was clearly the theater itself. Since that night, drive-ins have been welcomed by the people across the whole country.
The first day of school our professor introduced a little old lady to us.
"Why are you in college at such a young age?" I asked later. She jokingly replied, " I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we wouldleave class together and tolk nonstop. I was always listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to make a speech to our football team. I'll never forget what she taught us. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her note card on the floor. A little embarrassed she sim* said, "I'm sorry. This whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began:" We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.
Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do.The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral to honor the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
In the international marathon invitational tournament, the little-known Japanese player yamada has unexpectedly won the world championship. When the reporter asked him why he had achieved such a remarkable feat, he said: "wisdom has triumphed over our opponents."
This a yamada explained in his autobiography that he's "wisdom" : every time before the game, I have to drive circuitry of the game, read it carefully and draw more prominent signs of along the way, such as the first signs of a bank; The second sign is a big tree; The third sign is a red house, which is always drawn to the end of the race. After the game started, I raced to the first goal with the speed of 100 meters, and after reaching the first goal, I rushed to the second goal at the same speed. Forty miles of the race, I broke down into a few small goals to easily run out. At first, I did not understand this truth, I put my forty kilometers and aiming at the end of the line of the flag, the result when I ran to 10 kilometers of exhausted, I was in front of the distant journey scares.
In real life, we are do things by halves, why, often not because of difficult, but think success is too far away from us, to be exact, we don't give up because of failure, but because of who I am tired and lost.
——初中晨读英语美文 (菁华5篇)
It is well that young men should begin at the beginning and occupy the most subordinate positions. Many of the leading businessmen of Pittsburgh had a serious responsibility thrust upon them at the very threshold of their career. They were introduced to the broom, and spent the first hours of their business lives sweeping out the office. I notice we have janitors and janitresses now in offices, and our young men unfortunately miss that salutary branch of business education. But if by chance the professional sweeper is absent any morning, the boy who has the genius of the future partner in him will not hesitate to try his hand at the broom. It does not hurt the newest comer to sweep out the office if necessary. I was one of those sweepers myself.
Assuming that you have all obtained employment and are fairly started, my advice to you is “aim high”. I would not give a fig for the young man who does not already see himself the partner or the head of an important firm. Do not rest content for a moment in your thoughts as head clerk, or foreman, or general manager in any concern, no matter how extensive. Say to yourself, “My place is at the top.” Be king in your dreams.
And here is the prime condition of success, the great secret: concentrate your energy, thought, and capital exclusively upon the business in which you are engaged. Having begun in one line, resolve to fight it out on that line, to lead in it, adopt every improvement, have the best machinery, and know the most about it.
The concerns which fail are those which have scattered their capital, which means that they have scattered their brains also. They have investments in this, or that, or the other, here there, and everywhere. “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” is all wrong. I tell you to “put all your eggs in one basket, and then watch that basket.” Look round you and take notice, men who do that not often fail. It is easy to watch and carry the one basket. It is trying to carry too many baskets that breaks most eggs in this country. He who carries three baskets must put one on his head, which is apt to tumble and trip him up. One fault of the American businessman is lack of concentration.
To summarize what I have said: aim for the highest; never enter a bar room; do not touch liquor, or if at all only at meals; never speculate; never indorse beyond your surplus cash fund; make the firm’s interest yours; break orders always to save owners; concentrate; put all your eggs in one basket, and watch that basket; expenditure always within revenue; lastly, be not impatient, for as Emerson says, “no one can cheat you out of ultimate success but yourselves.”
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sign.
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world,leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water,Will you carry the burden of their lameless?
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Prometheus was a Titan ．In the war between Zeus the giants he had stood on the side of the new Olympian gods．Out of the clay he made the first man，to whom Athena gave soul and holy breath．Prometheus spent a lot of time and energy in creating the gift of fire．The fire raised man above all animals ．Later，there held a joint meeting of gods and men．
The meeting was to decide what part of burnt animals should be given to gods and what to men．Prometheus cut up an ox and divided it into two parts：under the skin he placed the fresh，and under the fat he put the bones，for he knew the selfish Zeus loved fat． Zeus saw through the trick and felt displeased at the Prometheus' favor towards men．So in a masterful way he took away the gift of fire from mankind．However，Prometheus managed to steal fire from heaven and secretly brought it down to men．Flying into an anger at this unjustified act of rebellion，Zeus let the other gods chain Prometheus to a rock on Mountain Caucasus，where a hungry eagle ever tore at his liver which ever grew again．His period of pain was to be thirty-thousand years．Prometheus faced his bitter fate firmly and never lost courage before Zeus．At last Heracles made Prometheus and Zeus restore to friend ship，when Heracles came over in search of the golden apple and killed the eagle and set the friend of mankind free．
As a child—and as an * as well—Bill was untidy. It has been said that in order to counteract this. Mary drew up weekly clothing plans for him. On Mondays he might go to school in blue, on Tuesdays in green, on Wednesdays in brown , on Thursdays in black, and so on , Weekend meal schedules might also be planned in detail. Everything time have to set in, Bill Gates hates Everything time ,at work or during his leisure time.
Bill’s contemporaries, even at the age, recognized that he was exceptional. Every year, he and his friends would go to summer camp. Bill especially liked * and other sports. One of his summer camp friends recalled, “He was never a nerd or a goof or the kind of kid you didn’t want your team. We all knew Bill was smarter than us.
Bill was also well ahead of his classmates in mathematics and science. He needed to go to a school that challenged him to Lakeside—an all-boys’ school for exceptional students. It was Seattle’s most exclusive school and was noted for its rigorous academic demands, a place where “even the dumb kids were smart.”
Lakeside allowed students to pursue their own interests, to whatever extent they wished. The school prided itself on making conditions and facilities available that would enable all its students to reach their full potential . It was the ideal environment for someone like Bill Gates.
In 1968, the school made a decision that would change thirteen-year-old Bill Gates’s life—and that of many of others, too.
The school to gain access to a com*r—a Program Data processor(PDP)—through a teletype machine. Bill Gates was immediately hooked— so was his best friend at the time, Kent Evans, and another student, Paul Allen, who was two years older than Bill.
Whenever they had free time, and sometimes when they didn’t, they would dash over to the com*r room to use the machine. The students became so single-minded that they soon overtook their teachers in knowledge about computing and got into a lot of trouble because of their obsession. They were neglecting their other studies—every piece of word was handed in late. Classes were cut. Com*r time was also proving to be very expensive. Within months, the whole budget that had been set aside for the year had been used up.
At fourteen, Bill was already writing short programs for the com*r to perform. Early games programs such as Tic-Tac-Toe, or Noughts and Crosses, and Lunar Landing were written in what was to become Bill’s second language, BASIC.
If Bill Gates was going to be good at something. It was essential to be the best.
Bill’s and Paul’s fascination with com*rs and the business world meant that they read a great deal. Paul enjoyed magazines like Popular Electronics, while Bill read business magazines .Com*r time was expensive and, because both boys were desperate to get more time and because Bill already had an insight into what they could achieve financially, the two of them decided to set themselves up as a company: The Lakeside Programmers Group. “Let’s call the real world and try to sell something to it!” Bill announced.
Half the people on our streets look as though life was a sorry business. It is hard to find a happy looking man or woman. Worry is the cause of their woebegone appearance. Worry makes the wrinkles; worry cuts the deep, down-glancing lines on the face; worry is the worst disease of our modern times. Care is contagious; it is hard work being cheerful at a funeral, and it is a good deal harder to keep the frown from your face when you are in the throng of the worry worn ones. Yet, we have no right to be dispensers of gloom; no matter how heavy our loads may seem to be we have no right to throw their burden on others nor even to cast the shadow of them on other hearts. Anxiety is instability. Fret steals away force. He who dreads tomorrow trembles today. Worry is weakness. The successful men may be always wide-awake, but they never worry. Fret and fear are like fine sand, thrown into life's delicate mechanism; they cause more than half the friction; they steal half the power. Cheer is strength. Nothing is so well done as that which is done heartily, and nothing is so heartily done as that which is done happily. Be happy, is an injunction not impossible of fulfillment. Pleasure may be an accident; but happiness comes in definite ways. It is the casting out of our foolish fears that we may have room for a few of our common joys. It is the telling our worries to wait until we get through appreciating our blessings. Take a deep breath, raise your chest, lift your eyes from the ground, look up and think how many things you have for which to be grateful, and you will find a smile growing where one may long have been unknown. Take the right kind of thought—for to take no thought would be sin—but take the calm, unanxious thought of your business, your duties, your difficulties, your disappointments and all the things that once have caused you fear, and you will find yourself laughing at most of them.
——初中晨读美文英语摘抄汇总5篇
I was 45 years old when I decided to learn how to surf.
They say that life is tough enough.
But I guess I like to make things difficult on myself, because I do that all the time.
Every day and on purpose.
That's because I believe in disrupting my comfort zone.
When I started out in the entertainment business, I made a list of people that I thought would be good to me.
Not people who could give me a job or a deal, but people who could shake me up, teach me something, challenge my ideas about myself and the world.
So I started calling up experts in all kinds of fields.
Some of them were world-famous.
Of course, I didn't know any of these people and none of them knew me.
So when I called these people up to ask them for a meeting, the response wasn't always friendly.
And even when they agreed to give me some of their time,the results weren't always what one might describe as pleasant.
Take, for example, Edward Teller, the father of the hydrogen bomb.
It took me a year of begging and more begging to get to him to agree to meet with me.
And then what happened? He ridiculed me and insulted me.
But that was okay.
I was hoping to learn something from him—and I did,even if it was only that I'm not that interesting to a physicist with no taste for our pop culture.
Over the last 30 years, I've produced more than 50 movies and 20 television series.
I'm successful and, in my business, pretty well known.
So why do I continue to subject myself to this sort of thing?
The answer is simple:
Disrupting my comfort zone, bombarding myself with challenging people and situations—this is the best way that I know to keep growing.
And to paraphrase a biologist I once met,if you're not growing, you're dying.
So maybe I'm not the best surfer on the north shore, but that's okay.
The discomfort, the uncertainty, the physical and mental challenge that I get from this—all the things that too many of us spend our time and energy trying to avoid—they are precisely the things that keep me in the game.
Jerry was the kind of guy who was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say.
One day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, ‘Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a good mood. "
"Yeah, right, it’s not that easy," I protested.
"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. It’s your choice how you live life."
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I changed my job. We lost touch.Several years later, I heard that Jerry was robbed and was shot. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "I feel really good.”
I asked him what had gone through his mind when he was taken to the hospital.
Jerry replied, “The first thing came to my mind was that I should have closed the back door. Then I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live. ”
Jerry continued, "The nurses kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses scared me. In their eyes, I read,‘He’s a dead man. ‘I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, a nurse asked if I was allergic to anything," said Jerry, ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses were waiting for my re***... I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live positively.
Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability.
Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring;for ornament, is in discourse;and for ability, is in the judgement and disposition of business.
For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one;but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs,come best from those that are learned.
To spend too much time in studies is sloth;to use them too much for ornament,is affectation;to make judgement wholly by their rules, is the humour of a scholar.
They perfect nature, and are perfected by experience:for natural abilities are like natural plants,that need pruning by study;and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large,except they be bounded in by experience.
Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them;for they teach not their own use;but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation.
Read not to contradict and confute;nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse;but to weigh and consider.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed,and some few to be chewed and digested;that is, some books are to be read only in parts;others to be read, but not curiously;and some few to be read wholly,and with diligence and attention.
Some books also may be read by deputy, and extracts made of them by others;but that would be only in the less important arguments, and the meaner sort of books;else distilled books are, like common distilled waters, flashy things.
Reading makes a full man； conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.
And therefore,if a man write little，he had need have a great memory;if he confer little, he had need have a present wit;and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he does not.
Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle;natural philosophy deep; moral grave;logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Between the preparation and the work, the apprenticeship and the actual dealing with a task or an art, there comes, in the experience of many young men, a period of uncertainty and wandering which is often misunderstood and counted as time wasted, when it is, in fact, a period rich in full and free development. It is as natural for ardent and courageous youth to wish to know what is in life, what it means, and what it holds for its children, as for a child to reach for and search the things that surround and attract it.
Behind every real worker in the world is a real man, and a man has a right to know the conditions under which he must live, and the choices of knowledge, power, and activity which are offered him.
In the education of many men and women, therefore, there comes the year of wandering; the experience of traveling from knowledge to knowledge and from occupation to occupation. The forces which go to the making of a powerful man can rarely be adjusted and blended without some disturbance of relations and conditions. This disturbance is sometimes injurious, because it affects the moral foundations upon which character rests; and for this reason the significance of the experience in its relation to development ought to be sympathetically studied.
The birth of the imagination and of the passions, the perception of the richness of life, and the consciousness of the possession of the power to master and use that wealth, create a critical moment in the history of youth, —a moment richer in possibilities of all kinds than comes at any later period. Agitation and ferment of soul are inevitable in that wonderful moment. There are times when agitation is as normal as is self-control at other and less critical times.
The year of wandering is not a manifestation of aimlessness, but of aspiration, and that in its ferment and uncertainty youth is often guided to and finally prepared for its task.
Abundance is a life style, a way of living your life. It isn’t something you buy now and then or pull down from the cupboard, dust off and use once or twice, and then return to the cupboard.
Abundance is a philosophy； it appears in your physiology, your value system, and carries its own set of beliefs. You walk with it, sleep with it, bath with it, feel with it, and need to maintain and take care of it as well.
Abundance doesn’t always require money. Many people live with all that money can buy yet live empty inside. Abundance begins inside with some main self-ingredients, like love, care, kindness and gentleness, thoughtfulness and compassion. Abundance is a state of being. It radiates outward. It shines like the sun among the many moons in the world.
Being from the brightness of abundance doesn’t allow the darkness to appear or be in the path unless a choice to allow it to. The true state of abundance doesn’t have room for lies or games normally played. The space is too full of abundance. This may be a challenge because we still need to shine for other to see.
Abundance is seeing people for their gifts and not what they lack or could be. Seeing all things for their gifts and not what they lack.
Start by knowing what your abundances are, fill that space with you, and be fully present from that state of being. Your profession of choice is telling you of knowing and possibilities. That is their gift. Consultants and customer service professionals have the ministrative assistants and virtual assistants have an abundance of coordination and time management. Abundance is all around you, and all within. See what it is； love yourself for what it is, not what you’re missing, or what that can be better, but for what it is at this present moment.
Be in a state of abundance of what you already have. I guarantee they are there； it always is buried but there. Breathe them in as if they are the air you breathe because they are yours. Let go of anything that isn’t abundant for the time being. Name the shoe boxes in your closet with your gifts of abundance； pull from them every morning if needed. Know they are there.
Learning to trust in your own abundance is required. When you begin to be within your own space of abundance, whatever you need will appear whenever you need it. That’s just the way the higher powers set this universe up to work. Trust the universal energy. The knowing of it all will humble you to its power yet let the brightness of you shine everywhere it needs to. Just by being from a state of abundance, it is being you.
富足是一种生活方式。它不是你偶尔买来，从架子上拿下来，抹去灰尘用上一两次然后又放回到架子上的东西。
富足是一种哲学，它体现于你的生理机能和价值观之中，并带有自己的一套信仰。无论走路，睡觉，洗澡你都会感受到它，你还要维护并照顾它。
富足并不一定需要金钱。许多人拥有金钱所能买到的一切，但却内心空虚。富足源自内心，其中包含一些重要的自我成分，比如爱，关心，善良和温柔，体贴与同情。富足是一种存在状态，它向处发散，像处于众多星球之间的太阳那样发光发亮。
来自富足的光亮不允许黑暗的出现或存在，除非选择允许它存在。真正的富足不给谎言或通常玩的游戏留有空间，因为富足已经把空间填得太满了。这可能是一个挑战，因为我们仍然需要为了让别人看见而发光。
富足是看到人们的天赋，而不是他的缺陷。所有的事物都要看其天赋而不是缺陷。
从知道自己的富足是什么时开始，填写满空间，全身心投入生活。你的选择已经告诉你。例如：教练能够了解队员并激发其潜力，那是他们的天赋；顾问和客服专业人士通常能够提供很多成功且很具实用性的案例；行政助理和虚拟助理熟识直辖市配合和时间管理的技巧。富足充盈于你的四周以及你的内心。明白富足的内容，爱本色的自己，不要为自己缺少的或是能变得更好的方面爱自己，而是为此时此刻的富足而爱自己。
要处于你已经拥有的事物的富足状态。我保证它们就在那儿，深藏不露却从未远离。将其看成空气，吸入体内，因为它们是你的。放开暂并不富足的东西。把你富足的所有天赋写在橱柜里的鞋盒子上，如果需要就每天早晨拉开橱柜，知道你的天赋都在那儿。
你需要学会信任自己的富足。当你开始处在自己富足的空间之内时，你需要的东西都会在你需要的时刻出现。这就是更高的力量设置这个宇宙动转的方式。要相信宇宙的能量。知道这一点会让你在其力量面前保持谦卑，但也会让你的光亮闪耀在所有需要的地方。只要处于富足的状态，就是做你自己。
——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。
我当然希望你能抽时间来陪你爷爷在门廊上坐一坐，或者陪你叔叔钓钓鱼。
如果你把捧球扔进了邻居的窗户，我希望你母亲惩罚你。如果你能剪掉指甲，用石膏做一只自己的手的模型送给你妈，我希望她会给你拥抱和亲吻。
我希望你能经历：艰难的岁月，挫折和失望；希望你努力工作，幸福快乐。
The Goodness of Life
Though there is much to be concerned about, there is far, far more for which to be thankful. Though life’s goodness can at times be overshadowed, it is never outweighed.
For every single act that is senselessly destructive, there are thousands more small, quiet acts of love, kindness and compassion.
For every person who seeks to hurt, there are many, many more who devote their lives to helping and to healing.
There is goodness to life that cannot be denied.
In the most magnificent vistas and in the smallest details, look closely, for that goodness always comes shining through.
There si no limit to the goodness of life. It grows more abundant with each new encounter. The more you experience and appreciate the goodness of life, the more there is to be lived.
Even when the cold winds blow and the world seems to be cov ered in foggy shadows, the goodness of life lives on. Open your eyes, open your heart, and you will see that goodness is everywhere.
Though the goodness of life seems at times to suffer setbacks, it always endures. For in the darkest moment it becomes vividly clear that life is a priceless treasure.
And so the goodness of life is made even stronger by the very things that would oppose it.
Time and time again when you feared it was gone forever you found that the goodness of life was really only a moment away.
Around the next corner, inside every moment, the goodness of life is there to surprise and delight you.
Take a moment to let the goodness of life touch your spirit and calm your thoughts. Then, share your good fortune with another.
For the goodness of life grows more and more magnificent each time it is given away.
Though the problems constantly scream for attention and the conflicts appear to rage ever stronger, the goodness of life grows stronger still, quietly, peacefully, with more purpose and meaning than ever before.
生命的美好
尽管有很多事让人忧虑，但相比而言，值得感激的事要多得多。尽管生命的美好有时被蒙上阴影，但它却永远不会被埋没。
——初中亲情美文摘抄 (菁华5篇)
亲情是什么?亲情是一缕阳光，温暖人们的受伤的心灵；亲情是一弘清泉，拯救了饥渴的人们；亲情是一棵大树，在酷热的夏日给人们带来一丝丝清凉。总而言之，亲情是珍贵的。
我的外公是一位善良慈祥的老人。他有着*凡的小眼睛，*凡的鼻子，还有一个标志性的微笑，但他却有着一颗不*凡的心。在我印象里，外公非常爱我，跟外公在一起的时光，是我非常快乐的时光。但是渐渐地，我把外公的爱当做理所当然，并且有时候还会觉得外公太罗嗦，嫌他厌烦，老爱和他唱唱反调。
在我小学二年级时，外公被告知得了食道癌。家里人都很伤心，我却并没有真正了解食道癌的概念，以及食道癌所带来的痛苦和可怕的后果。我仍然无知地和外公唱着反调，顶撞他，听着他的唠叨。那时，外公的眼睛里带着一丝严肃和依恋，还参杂着些许无奈。而我，则在外公的爱与关怀下健康成长。我虽然不知道食道癌的概念，但是我看见外公一天比一天吃得少，一天比一天消瘦，整个人也从像挺拔的大树渐渐变成了秋日树叶已凋零，树干细小的枯枝。看着外公身体一天比一天虚弱，我的心不禁泛起一阵心疼。终于，无情的老天夺去了我外公的生命，我记得外公在走向另一个世界时，还在向我微笑，他笑得好勉强，因为他连笑的力气都没有了。那微笑直直地向我内心深处穿去，唤起我对外公全部的爱。那一刻，我好想阻拦死神的脚步，让外公一直陪着我，我哭泣，我祈求，我呼唤，可是，奇迹始终没有发生，我的外公，还是离开了我。
当我拥有外公的爱时，把它当做理所当然，当成一种*惯去享受，不珍惜外公的爱，失去了，才知道懊悔，只能悲痛地哭泣着······
亲情是多么珍贵啊! 往往在我们失去的时侯，才让我们认识到她的珍贵，所以我们要抓住现在所拥有的，珍惜每一天，每一分钟，每一秒！
哥哥有事从西安过来，坐定沙发后就把一个精致的盒子放在茶几上对我说：
“这盒茶叶是爸爸专门带给你的。”
不觉汗颜，说：“本来该是我送他茶叶的，此刻倒好，反过来了。”
哥说：“本来妈妈也要跟车过来看看，她刚从宝鸡回来，怕她累着了，让我给挡驾了。”
听哥哥随意地说着这些，心中的热浪一阵一阵的。
父母从退休后，就一向和哥哥住在西安。虽然距离咸阳并不远，但因了小孩上学等诸多原因，未能经常去探望。常通的电话中，他们会从大人问到小孩，从生活问到工作学*，殷殷之情，虽未谋面，状如眼前，常常让人感动。
也许在父母的眼里，我是一个不会操心的人，既不会很好的照顾自己，也不会照顾好别人，倒反过来要让他们时时为我操心了。
就说这喝茶吧，明明白象我这样的嗜茶成瘾对身体是一种伤害，而且已经尝到了这方面的苦头，明白父母为此担心不已，可就是积*难改，痛下决心也没改掉这*惯。父母也就只能一边劝说着，一边担心着，一边有了好茶叶又想着我。其实在这一劝一送的矛盾间，我又何尚感觉不出那来自天性中原汁原味的最纯朴的亲情？
严也罢，慈也罢，娇也罢，宠也罢，都源于心中有爱。
犹如我对自己孩子的教育，天性散漫崇尚自由的我，自然不喜欢别人的约束，也深信没有受过压抑的人性更完满，因而期望能给孩子一个宽松、民主的生活环境，一个快乐的童年，因此在孩子的教育中不自觉就带着宽容和少许的放纵，孩子上了几年学，从没有在老师之外再给他增加一道题的作业量，在报兴趣班时也理性，报的都是边玩边学的那种。但心里也明白，孩子也是社会的一员，当他以后走入了竞争激烈的社会时，会发现社会并不象母亲那般对他百般呵护，应对严酷的竞争，他会不会没有办法适应？这样想时心中就很困惑，对孩子的教育方式有些无可适从。感情和理智在那里有了矛盾，而这矛盾却正体现了亲情的自然性和社会性。
父母的茶叶也是如此，从对子女的`关爱出发，他们自然期望我对喝茶有所节制，有个健康的身体，但同样出于爱心，见了好的茶，明白我喜欢，又是第一个想到我，先给了我。
打开包装，泡上青绿的毛茸茸的茶叶，看清水中渐渐透出的些微绿意，慢慢的洇绿了整杯的水，而那片片茶叶在浸泡后都静静的竖立在杯底，无声无息。喝一口，青涩中有着淡淡的香味，不象茉莉华茶那般芳香四溢，但我明白，这就是真正的茶味啊，如那朴素的亲情，绵长、持久，让人久久的回味。
老妈七十岁生日，姐妹几个商量过寿。规格不能低于老爸，这是老妈起码要求，因为老爸七十有二刚过生日两年，生日之隆重让妈妈眼馋。好容易轮到自己，试于老爸比高下，两位老人越来越像个孩童互相攀比不依不饶。
上次老爸过寿辰在酒店，老妈当然也不例外。老爸请了他的兄弟姐妹，老妈也当仁不让。于是，四个姨一个舅，外加我们姐弟四人，孩子孩童，女婿，媳妇……一大家子浩浩荡荡规模空前。
记忆中的老爸生性幽默妙语连珠，有时高兴了还会给我们唱上一曲，那时的日子很长，那时的日子也苦。好在爸爸生性乐观，庄稼地里那种漫长枯燥也被渲染的如诗如幻。
年轻时的妈妈性格刚强，做事风风火火，有时也会大着嗓门骂我们。家里孩子太多，爸爸又长年不在家，妈妈日夜操劳也只够我们不饿着肚子。至于那些新衣新帽也只有期待每年的新年了。
感觉那时的老爸好高，我踮起脚也够不上他的额头。和爸爸一起赶集，总有很多人给他打招呼，那时我常想：“认识爸爸的人真多”。一路上总要停下无数次，这样我就有些不满，有些小烦，跺着脚在一旁暗暗埋怨那些人的啰嗦。关键时刻，爸爸总会变出一个苹果或是一把花生堵上我撅着的嘴。那时的日子真甜，满满的全是幸福。
妈妈很漂亮，高高的个子大大的眼。但她留给我的记忆似乎只有一个字“胖”。那时的妈妈差不多比现在的我还小，体重却足足一百六十斤。所以印象里的妈妈除了每天的忙碌就让我记住一个“胖”。因为我实在找不出任何形容词来描绘她当时的模样。有时穿着高高的鞋子，化着淡淡的妆容走在街上，忽然会想起妈妈当年的岁月，想起她苍桑的面庞。
因为兄弟姐妹众多，小时候我们也分帮结派每天闹个不停。那时留在记忆中的童年除了带好弟妹帮妈妈分担家务，几乎找不到任何童真童趣。小时候贪吃，觉得吃什么都好，吃什么总也不够。好像我们爱吃的爸妈全都不爱，那些吃的喝的被我们洗劫一空，爸妈往往连边都靠不上。
慢慢地我们大了，爸妈老了。爸爸做过两次开颅，脑瘤，脑溢血外加糖尿病，变成了彻底的老头。走路拖拉，言语不清，反应迟顿。最可笑的是吃饭老沾饭粒，随着张嘴说话一颤一颤特别滑稽。妈妈年轻时操劳过度，浑身全是毛病，从头到脚几乎没有好的地方。失眠，头痛，腰疼腿痛，走路不便。反正只要碰面，妈妈讲的全是她的病，就像小儿见娘，一见就闹，各种不适各种烦恼。于是我们各种哄劝，各种批评，各种默然各种难言……
亲爱的妈妈，我们一天天长大，你却失去了昨日的风华，脚步越来越慢，皱纹越来越多，美丽的眼睛变得空洞再没了耀眼的光华，更多的时候你会倚窗远望，看一片树叶落下，望一只小鸟飞翔，呆呆地坐着一个上午或是一天的时光。我知道你很寂寞，大把的时间交给你却没有想要的结果，我们每一天都很忙碌很多天没有给你去一个电话，你的期盼我们感觉地到却也无可奈何。多想陪着你看一看外面的风景听一听世界的声音，可日子总是拖了又拖行程总是变了又变，不知道这种母爱的日子还能陪伴多久，无论多远进门总能叫一声妈妈，有爱才有妈有妈才有家，妈妈，奔波了一生您辛苦了！
亲爱的爸爸，你好像一夜之间满头华发，再没了我记忆中的潇洒。当我听到你把水壶里的水又一次烧干，当我听到你又一次开着水管接水而忘了关上，以至于水漫客厅整整打扫了一个晚上。我的心真的好痛！爸爸，你从何日变得这般健忘？明明六点的晚饭，你从四点一直做到弟弟归家，冒起的烟雾你记不起去看，烧焦的气味你闻不到。以前多么威武干净的爸爸，现在既使满嘴饭粒也忘记给自己擦擦。相比妈妈的啰嗦，你的话语还是那么*和，总是怕我们担心怕我们劳累，自己能解决的绝对不让我们知道。亲爱的父亲，感谢你无怨无悔给我们一个家，感谢你努力拼搏给了我们无私的爱，更感谢您背负压力却始终在我们面前阳光灿烂……
爸妈离我们不远，跟着弟弟一家。*日里吃饭对付，能省就省越简单越好。最*越发迷糊，一天不管几顿想起就做，做了又说不吃如此反复。最爱做的事就是让我们陪他们打麻将，每次打电话总说：“你们也不来陪我们玩，我们都走不动了最多只能走到麻将馆了。”
冬天的驿城冰雪满天。特别是今年，一场又一场的雪阻挡了爸妈的脚步。他们开始很少出门，大部分的时间会偎在床头，看那些永也没尽头的戏曲。小妹风雪登门，买了一大堆吃的，妈妈竟然狼吞虎咽说：“爸爸想把她饿死，只给做了一点面条连个青菜都不曾放。”我们无语泪淌，该怎样去对待越来越孩子样的爹娘？相约一家两月，他们又怎么样也离不开住了许久的老房。
爸妈的年纪并不大，看那些公园里晨练的大妈大爷七八十了依然身体硬朗，我们就好生羡慕。终于不在操劳，唯愿他们身体安康！吃可以吃的食品，去想去的任何地方。我还想牵着他们的手，就像她当年陪我们慢慢走。亲爱的爸爸妈妈，你们陪我们长大，我们陪你们变老。“子欲养而亲不待”，趁你们还健在，让我们多一份耐心多一份关怀，在今后的日子里我们一起走。人生还有那么多好日子，你们一定要答应，让我们慢慢去享受……
很久以前，读到箫伯纳这样一句格言：“人生不是一支短短的蜡烛，而是我们暂时拿着的火炬，我们一定要把它燃得十分光明灿烂，然后交给下一代人们。”起先并不理解，当参加基础医学院xx年级开展的“家庭——学校互动教育”时，这句话再次闪进我的脑海。我仿佛看到一支支光明灿烂的火炬正在传递。肖伯纳从最深处道出亲情的真谛。
我们常说：“我们的生命历程融进了亲情的每一朵浪花，每一组旋律，每一句叮咛，每一声欢笑，每一个眼神，每一步足印…….”然而天下第一情绝不仅指呵护，更重要的是教育，使智慧之炬的传递。
记得父母教导我们时，常说：“我们吃的盐比你们吃的米还多，我们过的桥比你们走的路还长。”而我们总是那般年少轻狂，不以为然。我们忽略了当岁月无声溜走时在他们面庞和两鬓留下了痕迹，自然也会有许多无价的智慧经验在他们心田积淀。他们总愿意对我们倾之所有，而我们总固执的认为这已不合时宜。便像初生牛犊般的乱闯乱撞，直至遍体鳞伤，犄角流血，然后奔向他们，头枕他们的臂膊，舔舔伤口，又继续前行。
家庭——学校互动教育，在家长与学生之间架起一座桥梁，家长们走上讲台侃侃而谈，谈他们学生时代的学*方法，谈他们的工作经验，谈他们如何与陌生人相处，谈他们对我们前程的期望与信心，谈他们对我们的理解……他们将无价之宝授予我们，将燃烧得无比灿烂的火炬传给我们。我们怀着感激的心接受这一切，听君一*话，远胜于读十年书，受益匪浅。我们怀着细腻的心感受着一切，感受亲情的无私与毫无保留。充满睿智的家长，在我们心中他们的形象是如此的伟岸。同时我们也惊喜地发现，他们渴望理解我们，也渴望被我们理解。其实大家可以成为知己。在这次活动中我们更深刻的理解何为亲情。
亲情是荒寂沙漠中的一片绿洲，当你落寞惆怅软弱无力干渴病痛时，看一眼已是满目生辉，心灵得到恬适，于是不会孤独。便会疾步上前，只需一滴水，滚滚的生命汪洋便会漫延心中。
亲情是黑夜中的北极星。曾经我们向目标追逐而忽视它的存在，直至一天我们不辨方向，微微抬头，一束柔光指引我们迈出坚定的脚步。
亲情是航行中的一道港湾，当我们一次次触礁时，缓缓驶入，这里没有狂风大浪，我们可以在此稍作停留，修补创伤，准备供给，再次高高扬帆。
因为亲情是伟大的，因此我们感恩亲情。同时我们也感恩老师的栽培，“阳光工程”为我们搭建了展示自己多方面才能的舞台；亲情教育更让我们懂得尊孝礼仪。他们启发我们中秋节时写了那份“抵万金”的家书，向父母献一份问候，道一声感谢。是他们精心准备了这次家长与子女沟通的活动，他们既谆谆教导我们，又时常与我们进行心与心的沟通，这是恩情与友谊的交融。所以我们不仅感恩亲情，也感恩师生之情。
结婚后，便很少回家了，自己的小家离着父母并不远，约有五十里的车程，而自己却找不出时间回家看看父母。这个周末，因想起需要回家拿钱交房贷，便匆匆忙忙回去了一趟。
这次回家距离上次已有一个多月了，见着父母，皮肤黝黑，父亲的白发又多了些，母亲剪短了头发，更显得消瘦了。见我回家，很是高兴，我问母亲，妈，怎么这么瘦了，累的吗？母亲淡淡的笑着说，你也瘦了，是不是工作太累了？我说还好，就是最*有点儿忙。母亲听了，便嘱咐道，以后少加点儿班，别细着，我和你爸都好，别惦记家里。听到这，我的眼泪便要下来了，忙别过脸去。
母亲没有闲下来的时候，从供我们兄妹读书到我工作结婚，她和父亲一直在奔波，维持着这个家，农忙时在地里一待便是一天，最热的夏天出去卖西瓜，冬天便又出去拉棉花，常常是早上三四点，两个人便出发，父亲开车，母亲坐在一边，帮父亲看着路，注意父亲困了没，母亲说路上一个人也没有，她只是望着前方。每每听到这，我便浮现出那幅场景，母亲的目光，父亲的双手，都在为他们的儿女而变得苍老皴裂。
长大后，尤其是我和妹妹都成家后，那个小院便只住着他们老两口了，房顶上堆着玉米，都是母亲一个个掰下来，剥了皮，父亲一锨一锨扔到房顶，那段日子里，两个人常常顾不得吃饭，母亲的手一天下来，常常肿的看不见纹路，父亲的肩膀也是每扔一锨便会钻心的疼。我们为人子女的，不知道家里的辛苦，我们还在午睡时，父母在地里一点点劳作着，没有一双手上前帮他们一把，累了时，两个人便坐在田埂上，说说话，抬头望望天上的云，想起往年的辛苦，想起他们的儿女，很安静，很心酸。
我常常想起，上小学那年，雾蒙蒙的早晨，我和妹妹两个人悄悄从家里溜出来，拿着耙子包袱，到树林里去搂树叶子，我搂妹妹收，两个人也没有害怕，心想着能让母亲烧一天了这些叶子，看到我们抬着一包袱树叶子回来时，母亲笑着给我们摊开，晒了一天，晚上用这些干了的叶子给我们做饭，那种小小的满足感永远留在了那暖的灶火之中了。还有槐花熟的季节里，我和妹妹因为贪恋摘几支槐花，不小心把饭票丢了，那是我们第一次丢东西，两个人几乎翻遍了那条小沟，仍没找着，折回家和父亲说了，父亲一句也没责备，只是说，没事，别害怕，丢了就丢了吧，说完摸了我们两人的头，回屋又给我们拿了张，紧紧握着这张饭票，我和妹妹向学校跑去，现在回头看看，两个孩子似乎还在那个早上、那条路上，在父亲的注视下朝前跑着。
母亲最疼爱她的儿女了，那时初中住校，一星期回家一次，要在星期天下午返校，每到这时侯，我便很不愿启程，常常觉得要去完成一件大事，下个很大的决心似的，母亲很早便察觉了，她细心地给包上衣服，装好咸菜，递给我饭票和钱，嘱咐我路上小心。有此，快启程了，母亲突然想煮几个鸡蛋让我捎着，可是同行的同学在催促着，母亲急急慌慌地捞出来，却发现还没熟，我终究没带着那几个鸡蛋回去上学，现在想想，母亲那时心里一定很愧疚，而现在回想起，才知道母亲的那份爱。妹妹告诉我，她住校时，母亲中午会包了饺子，或者赶集回来时买点好吃的到学校里给她送，她问母亲吃过没，母亲总是把吃的往她面前送一送，告诉她多吃点儿，她不饿或者还有，回家和父亲再一起吃，我们知道，母亲是特意送去的，只为了他们的儿女能吃顿好吃的。
我考上大学那年，妹妹没考上高中，给我准备出远门的行李的时候，母亲带着妹妹到棉纺厂报名了，妹妹那年只有十七岁，她知道家里供应哥哥花光了所有积蓄，还借了钱，她没有抱怨和退却，和母亲静静地坐在报名室里，两只手不安的绞着，而母亲的汗水也塌湿了衣服。后来我在另一个城市求学，妹妹在厂里上班，三班倒着来，三星期才能回次家，有年冬天天刚亮，父亲便听到有人叫门，开门看时，见妹妹抱着一箱带鱼，冻得脸通红的站在门口，那是她第一次发点年货，她赶了最早的一班车，把鱼搬了回来，只为了和家人分享，母亲说，她会一辈子记着她的女儿抱着那箱鱼站在门口时，化的冰滴答下来，而妹妹脸上挂着红红的笑。
回过头去看时，便会觉得父母为我们做了那么多，我还记得中考考特长时母亲在我身后给我加油打气，父亲做了小手术后没有告诉我们，只是和母亲自己承受，在外面做买卖时母亲被车撞倒，父亲被当地人欺负，这些他们都没和儿女说过，常常会因为没帮妹妹看看孩子而自责内疚，为我的日子而合计。他们像故乡田野里的那片芦苇，默默地承受着，却最坚韧坚强，现在看到母亲进入厨房弯了的背，父亲日渐浑浊的目光，父母真的老了，守着这个家老了。
抬头望望飘过的云，不知不觉又湿了眼眶。
——抒情美文摘抄初中 (菁华5篇)
走在小路上，一抬头，望着满树艳丽的红枫、金色的银杏，我知道秋天来了。秋天是属于叶子的季节，是个美丽的季节。
那鲜艳的红枫，金黄的银杏拥着一簇又一簇的菊花，菊花开得正旺，但叶子似乎比菊花更美，在秋日里透着一种别样的气息。
枫叶似火，像一个小巴掌，但却有七个叶瓣，像蝴蝶，翩翩起舞悄然落下。边缘是锯齿状的，有着细腻的叶柄，茎。摸起来粗糙极了，看起来却很精致。
银杏是一个小扇子，像是丝绸织成，绵绵的，软软的，细腻的，银杏叶只有一个叶柄，外面也是一条蜿蜒的小路，曲曲折折的，轻轻一扇，几丝浓郁的香气扑鼻而来，或许，银杏也帮着传递桂花的香吧。
秋风低低的吹着，夹杂几丝桂花香味儿，树被浅浅地带动着，云儿上泛起淡淡的波痕儿，一片叶子随风而去，“沙沙沙……”小巴掌激烈的拍打起来，似乎在为叶子饯行。
几片柳叶随风而来，似蝴蝶一般起舞，抓来一片，仔细放在手心里，
柳叶如月牙，细又长。黄但不枯，柔似软绸，还夹杂着水的湿气。但叶子上有斑点，浅褐色，很小，一根茎，还有小而又小的茎叶，比花瓣迷人，又嫩又棉，与春天的它，更有无穷的魅力。
柳树在池边垂下长长的丝绦，一根一根，嫩黄、枯黄、鹅黄、墨绿、黄绿，随风而舞，随意飘着，只是有细微的声儿“丝……”风仍吹着，那柳枝，细细长长，或点在水中，或拂在空中，或垂在岸边，叶子一收一展，像在随着风的伴奏即兴舞蹈。
*惯的抬头，望着满树秋叶，笑了，真美、真好看、真艳丽、真有魅力！
任何地区都有独特的风景，当然，每个地方也都有自己独特的风景线。五颜六色、百花怒放的公园；果园飘香、硕果累累的果园；充满生机、朝气勃勃的校园；绿草如茵、郁郁葱葱的田野。一切都是那样的美丽、漂亮。
春天，春姑娘迈着轻盈的步伐来了，她携着神奇的小花篮，把五彩的鲜花撒向大地。在春意盎然的春天里，田野显得朝气勃勃、充满生机。你瞧，蝴蝶在田野里跳舞，正在展示他优雅的舞姿；你听，小鸟在树上唱歌，正在炫耀自己动听的嗓音。有了它们的衬托，美丽的田野便显得格外活泼，格外清丽了。
夏天，夏姑娘迈着浪漫的步伐来了，她携着火红的小花篮，把炙热的光线撒向大地。清晨，阳光下的露水滋润着田野，像母亲的乳汁，把田野里的一切呵护；晚上，满天迷人的星光，再配上微微发亮的萤火虫和那些昆虫的伴奏，使人觉得另有一番情趣。
秋天，秋姑娘迈着清凉的步伐来了，她携着金色的小花篮，把秋的凉意撒向大地。在秋高气爽的秋天里，田野又多了一位朋友，那就是果园里硕大的果实。只见它们在玩耍，玩的开心，也玩得愉快。它们成了最要好的朋友。
冬天，冬姑娘迈着缓缓的步伐来了，她携着洁白的雪花篮，把美丽的雪花撒向大地。正在过秋天的田野也迎来了一位不速之客—寒冷。寒冷和大雪把田野覆盖了，可是，田野美丽的面容却永远的留在了人们的心田里。人们都希望下一年春天的田野会更美丽，更漂亮。
四季的田野是多么美丽，我要赞美它：“野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。”我爱上了田野，爱他的美丽！爱他坚强的精神！
圣人说，天堂的路是安静的。也许正是因为天国里太过安静，万圣节才应运而生。也许，这个节日不是给予死者的告慰，而是生者在向天国诉说，这个世界，我们没有把你们忘记。
— 题记
这个节日，活跃了欧美每个国家的细胞，也许这个节日不想圣诞节那样隆重，也没有情人节那样浪漫，但这个节日庄重而又不那么死板。这个节日，也许在悼念死者的同时，还给予了孩子们莫大的权利，让孩子们证明，这个世界，还有新的血液。
不知从何时起，杂货店的橱窗里开始被杰克灯所占据，不知从何时起，各家各户开始置办糖果。打开日历，万圣节马上就要来临，也许财富不会在这天和你照面，但是快乐会从天上降临。
当太阳悄悄的把自己的帷幕拉上，当夜晚*卷了整个城市，当杰克灯悄悄的占据了整个街头，当魅影穿梭在大街小巷，这个夜晚，注定不那么*凡。
南瓜灯早早的挂上了各个街头，南瓜灯此时的微笑也变得如此邪恶，这个夜晚，注定是捣蛋鬼的天堂。
这个夜晚的鬼魅突然活跃起来，这个城市也因此变得生机无限。看，史莱克来了，superman来了。伴随着敲门声，还是那句熟悉的话语，不给我们糖果我们就捣蛋。孩子们的欢声笑语充溢着整个街道，快乐的灵魂在这个世界里自由穿梭。
这晚，注定不是安静，这晚，注定不是*静。也许，今晚，不会像圣诞老人那样带给你礼物，但是今晚，快乐却敲响了你的房门。
天堂的你们，永远不会寂寞，这个世界，我们一直没有把你忘记。
万圣节，快乐节，快乐来敲门，这一晚，注定不那么*凡。
来自天堂的gift，我们注定不会把你们忘记。
倘若时光能够回头
人们常说：“秋季是个悲凉而萧瑟的季节。”是吗？或许是，又不是……
——题记
我们是在六年前的秋季相遇、相识、相知。“自古逢秋悲寂寥，我言秋日胜春朝。”在一棵老槐树下，我们一起玩耍、聊天，互相倾吐少女心事，或谈笑小时候的囧事。那时，浑身稚气的我们，哪曾想到今天的分别？
我们小时候，最喜欢下河玩水、摸鱼。入秋了，河水又冰又凉，水底的鱼苗儿潜在软软的泥里，我们光着脚丫、挽着裤角，在河里摸鱼、嬉水。你记得吗？有一回，咱俩走在河边的堤坝上，我这个大马虎，光看河面上零碎的夕阳，一个没踩稳，向一边儿歪过去，你急了，连忙抓起我的手，结果，你没拉住我，反而两人都“扑通扑通”落进水里，淋成个落汤鸡，可是你没有怪我，反倒自己哈哈大笑起来——我忘不了，那个秋，我们是快乐的。
谁曾料想，六年后的秋季，却将我们分别？
同样是河畔，我们坐在堤坝上，看着夕阳映红了蓝天，也映在水面，它晃呀晃。
我看呆了，想起很多往事，想起老槐树，想起水面上的夕阳，想起躲在泥里的鱼苗……可是已回不去了，回不去了。
我才真正意识到“时光如流水”是什么意思。
水面上漂着几片枯黄的叶子。
“好好学*……别忘了我。”她似乎回过神来，轻轻对我说，她的眼角落出一滴泪水，她又仰起头。
“怎么会……你别哭啊！”我安慰着她，自己却落下了泪水。我急忙拭去。我不是个爱哭的人，小时候从楼梯上滚落下来，也没流过泪。可今天，却想哭。
我抓住她的手。
又是沉默……
秋季啊秋季，你让我们在此相聚一场，为何又将我们拆散开来？但似乎只有你，承载着我们的友情……
在凡尘俗世里的芳华，随岁末的最后一次轻颤，消逝在似水流年中。回首那桶旧时光，从枯枝吐绿、万紫千红的春，走到裙角飞扬、清荷溢香的夏。再从飒风萧瑟、层林尽染的秋，走到白雪纷飞、寒梅独放的冬。每一年，每一年，季节都是如此的轮回，就在这样轮回的中间，遗失了青春的美好。留下的只是串串的遗憾。日渐消瘦的心日日漂泊在岁月的枝头，有成功的欣喜，有落寞的忧伤，有相聚的感动，有无奈的怅惘。所有的思绪一起漫游在岁末年初。
站在岁末的峰巅，匆匆的'数着叶落得次数和飘飞的过程，像一支腾攀援着时光的臂膀。在光影交错的地方，每天都保持着一种飞翔的姿势，身心感到疲惫。那些步履匆匆的脚印，留下的只是另一种形式的沼泽。今夜，目光如雨，将整个的记忆淋湿。回首来时，感觉就是一场浅醉的梦，说不清梦里梦外的自己那个更真实。寂寥如魔鬼肆意地吞噬着空荡的心灵，渐逝的青春洗涤着粗糙的思绪。 流水般透明的日子冲刷着远去的记忆，每天那些凌乱的脚步，意味着逃离也是流浪。心，这朵红荷，不知被谁用如刀的目光，漫不经心的割得支离破碎。当记忆的潮水退去后，又是什么裸露在现实的沙滩。
每个日子几乎都如白开水般悄然流逝，忙碌着，*淡着，也快乐着。我常想，或许当一个人对生活的追求不再奢侈，就更容易有幸福感！珍惜现在拥有的一切，在*凡*淡的日子里，我们尽管有无数的困惑、不满、挫折、无奈，但请不要忘记——拾一份温柔的情愫驱散沉淀在内心深处的荒凉，用心筑构色彩斑斓的梦境，建造属于自己的快乐殿堂。让快乐的歌声，伴我们淌过岁月的溪流，一路轻吟浅唱。
——英语晨读美文(10)份
I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping, and not feel lonesome, because he is employed; but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can :see the folks,:” and recreate, and, as he thinks, remunerate himself for his day’s solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and :the blues:; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it.
Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are. We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open war. We meet at the post-office, and at the sociable, and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other’s way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. Certainly less frequency would suffice for all important and hearty communications. Consider the girls in a factory---never alone, hardly in their dreams. It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live. The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.
I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. Let me suggest a few comparisons, that some one may convey an idea of my situation. I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake, I pray?
And yet it has not the blue devils, but the blue angels in it, in the azure tint of its waters. The sun is alone, except in thick weather, when there sometimes appear to be two, but one is a mock sun. god is alone---but the devil, he is far from being alone; he sees a great deal of company; he is legion. I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely than the Millbrook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.
我发现人若大部分时间用于独处，将有益身心。与人为伴，即使是挚友，也很快会有厌烦或虚度光阴的感觉。我爱独处，我发现没有比独处更好的伴侣了。出国，身在熙攘人群中，要比退守陋室更让人寂寞。心有所想，身有所系的人总是孤身一人，不论他身处何地。独处与否也不是由人与人之间的距离来确定。在剑桥苦读的学子虽身处蜂巢般拥挤的教室，实际上却和沙漠中的苦行僧一样，是在独处。家人终日耕于田间，伐于山野，此时他虽孤单但并不寂寞，因他专心于工作;但待到他日暮而息，却未必能忍受形影相吊，空有思绪做伴的时光，他必到“可以看见大伙儿”的去处去找乐子，如他所认为的那样以补偿白日里的孤独;因此他无法理解学子如何能竟夜终日独坐而不心生厌倦或倍感凄凉;然而他没意识到，学子虽身在学堂，但心系劳作，但是耕于心田，伐于学林，这正和农人一样，学子在寻求的无非是和他一样的快乐与陪伴，只是形式更简洁罢了。
与人交往通常都因唾手可得而毫无价值，在频繁的相处中，我们无暇从彼此获取新价值。我们每日三餐相聚，反复让彼此重新审视的也是依旧故我，并无新奇之处。为此我们要循规蹈矩，称其为懂礼仪，讲礼貌，以便在这些频繁的接触中相安无事，无须论战而有辱斯文。我们相遇在邮局，邂逅在社交场所，围坐在夜晚的炉火旁，交情甚笃，彼此干扰着，纠缠着;实际上我认为这样我们都或多或少失去了对彼此的尊重。对于所有重要的倾心交流，相见不必过频。想想工厂里的女孩，她们虽从不落单，但也少有梦想。像这样方圆一英里仅一人居住，那情况会更好。人的价值非在肌肤相亲，而在心有灵犀。
我的房子里有很多伙伴，尤其在无人造访的清晨。我把自己和周围事物对比一下，你或许能窥见我生活的一斑。比起那湖中长笑的潜鸟，还有那湖，我并不比它们孤独多少。你看：这孤单的湖又何以为伴呢?然而它那一湾天蓝的湖水里有的却是天使的纯净，而非魔鬼的忧郁。太阳是孤独的，虽然时而在阴郁的天气里会出现两个太阳，但其中之一为幻日;上帝是孤独的 – 魔鬼才从不孤单，他永远不乏伙伴，因从他都甚众。比起牧场上的一朵毛蕊花，一支蒲公英，一片豆叶，一束酢浆草，一只牛虻或大黄蜂来，我并不孤单多少;比想密尔溪，风标，北极星，南风，四月春雨，正月融雪，或者新房中的第一只蜘蛛，我也并不更加孤单。
What is Love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really love?
爱是什么?这是所有人心底永恒的问题。爱，是永恒的寻觅。爱一旦被找到，它也将变为永恒。但我们真的找到过爱吗?当我们定义爱的同时，是否也在否定爱呢?在给我们所认为的爱加种种限制的同时，我们试图按自己的方式理解它，或想将其据为己有时，我们是否也在破坏它呢?我们将爱施与周围的所有人，而如何给予是由期望的回报来决定的。但是这是真正的爱。
I recently overheard someone say in a conversation that there is no such thing as “ unconditional love .” I would have to agree, although for different reasons. Love within itself is unconditional. Anything else is only an attempt to love, a learning to get us nearer to the one true knowing of love. It may be honorable, well-intentioned, passionate and desiring, courageous and pure. It may be felt as temporary, but if lost easily it may not have been love at all. Love cannot be thwarted and often fall short of what we hope love will be. This is where we learn we are human.
最*，我无意间听别人说，世上没有所谓的“无条件的爱”。在此，我不得不表示同意这一论断，尽管理由不尽相同，但是爱本身确是无条件的。其他一切都仅仅是爱的一种尝试，通过它们去逐渐地理解爱的真谛。爱可能是高贵善意的，是充满热情与渴望的，是勇敢与纯洁的；爱是势不可挡的，而且，常常达不到我们的期望值。由此我们可以透察人性。
Love has been experienced as a life of living poetry. Love has been experienced as being the very notes of song, uplifting and generous to the wanting ear. Love has been experienced as the final act of giving one’s life for another in battle. Love has been experienced as an endless passionate over flow of emotion in the arms of waiting lover.
爱的经历像一首鲜活灵动的诗；爱的经历像一个个美妙动听的音符，让企盼的双耳得到振奋、满足；爱的经历像战场上舍己救人的一幕；爱的经历像赋予人新生的选择；爱的经历像依偎在期盼已久的爱人臂弯时所流露出的无尽爱意。
What do you do with the love granted to you each day? How many times do we deny its expression for others because we fear what our own expressions will bring? Are we not denying our creator every time we deny the expression of love?
你是怎样对待每天给予你的爱的呢?有多少次由于害怕被拒绝，我们未能向他人表达爱意?在每次拒绝爱的表白之时，难道我们不是拒绝造物主的恩赐吗?
Lost, empty, alone and searching. As individuals who have experienced separation or divorce, or even the loss of a loved one to death, the separation can be the most traumatic experience we live through. The heart-wrenching pain that seems to never really go away, the enormous waves that hit us daily, the times we hit the wall right after a strong and uplifting experience reminds us that we are learning. We are learning about strength, passion for our own life, about our own sincerity in our beliefs, about our loyalty to who we are, and certainly about our own genuineness. We search for that day when love will come again. We search everywhere, everyday, almost every hour.
迷茫、空虚、孤独、寻觅。对于那些经历过分别、离异，甚至失去过爱人的人来说，这样的离别乃是生命中最大的伤痕。揪心的伤痛永无此境；生活中的挫折与磨难无时无刻不在提醒我们：我们正处于认知的过程中。我们正在认识自己生命的力量与激情，认识对信仰的虔诚，认识对自的忠贞，认识自己的本性。我们期待真爱重回的那一天，我们每时每刻都在每一个角落寻觅。
It has been said for centuries that “ love is where the eyes meet with passion, for the eyes cannot hide what the heart feels.” So we have learned to look outward for this eternal love that will fulfill us, forgetting that it must first fill our own hearts. Perhaps that is why we fall into such pain and agony and sorrow when a love affair fails. It is at that moment that we realize we did not fail the other person we expressed love to , but we have somehow not fulfilled ourselves once again. We combat failure with a misunderstood unfulfilled promise. We lade it, not knowing if we will ever find it again. The emotion tides life and fall ,crash and settle, then lift again.
几个世纪以来，我们一直说：“爱就是充满激情的目光相遇，因为眼睛掩饰不住内心的真实感受”。因此，我们都学会了向外看，去寻找那份永恒的能使自己充实起来的爱，却忽略了它首先应占据我们自己心灵的领地。或许，这就是当一段恋情受挫时，我们会如此地痛苦与悲伤的原因所在。此时，我们才意识到，我们并未负于曾向我们示爱的那一个人，只是我们认为它没能让我们充实、完整。我们用误解且无法兑现的承诺来抑制失败。我们失去了爱，不知是否能再次找回它。感情的潮水起伏不定，时而汹涌，时而*与，继而会再次澎湃。
No one else, no matter how much we talk or cry, can pull us through the anxious hours of soul repair and growth. It is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against the winds that would blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless. It is at this time that we find the lobe that binds us together with every other being that surrounds us on the planet. Eventually we find the sun still rises to meet in the morning and the stars continue to show us the way each night. The rivers still flow downstream into oceans that will never turn them away. The trees still reach upward every day praising the God that made them. We stand up straight and take a lesson from it all.
无论我们说了多少话，流了多少泪，无人能帮助我们过心灵修复的阴霾与成长过程中的绵绵阴雨。我们的心灵为火需要再燃，需要呵护，不致让风将其吹灭，不致让自己被黑暗、阴冷与无助所包围。此时，我们便找到把我们与周围的每个生命维系在一起的那份爱。我们终会发现，太阳依然长期升起，来迎接黎明的到来；星光依然闪烁，来指引我们夜行的方向；江河依然流向下游，归入广纳百川的大海；树木依然日日向上生长，歌颂赋予其生命的上苍。我们挺直身躯，从这一切中汲取教训。
What if you woke up one morning and realized that you were the only person left on the face of the earth? Who would you love? Why do we wait so long to start the journey that begins in the same place that it ends?Love, in all its endlessness, unboundedness and failed definitions is this experience.
如果某天早上，当你醒来，发觉这一个世界只剩下你一人，你当如何应对?你去爱谁?我们为何要等如此长的时间，才在终点重新形开始新的旅程?这是一次无边无尽、无从定义的爱之旅。
Love doesn’t ask why. It doesn’t come. It doesn’t go. It just is. It is not only in our hands, it is our hands. It isn’t only in our heart, it is what makes our heart beat every beat. It wraps itself around us so securely that all we need to do to survive against all odds is to recognize it as the very breath we just drew, and the last breath we just let go.
爱不问理由。它不会走*你，也不会远离你。爱始终存在着。它就是我们的手中，在我们的心里，确切地说就是我们的双手，就是我们每一次心跳的动力。爱将我们安全地包围着，我们把它当成每一次真切的呼吸，时刻与爱同在，是我们克服一切困难有秘诀。
It is curious that our own offenses should seem so much less heinous than the offenses of others. I suppose the reason is that we know all the circumstances that have occasioned them and so manage to excuse in ourselves what we cannot excuse in others. We turn our attention away from our own defects, and when we are forced by untoward events to consider them, find it easy to condone them. For all I know we are right to do this; they are part of us and we must accept the good and bad in ourselves together.
But when we come to judge others, it is not by ourselves as we really are that we judge them, but by an image that we have formed of ourselves fro which we have left out everything that offends our vanity or would discredit us in the eyes of the world. To take a trivial instance: how scornful we are when we catch someone out telling a lie; but who can say that he has never told not one, but a hundred?
There is not much to choose between men. They are all a hotchpotch of greatness and littleness, of virtue and vice, of nobility and baseness. Some have more strength of character, or more opportunity, and so in one direction or another give their instincts freer play, but potentially they are the same. For my part, I do not think I am any better or any worse than most people, but I know that if I set down every action in my life and every thought that has crossed my mind, the world would consider me a monster of depravity. The knowledge that these reveries are common to all men should inspire one with tolerance to oneself as well as to others. It is well also if they enable us to look upon our fellows, even the most eminent and respectable, with humor, and if they lead us to take ourselves not too seriously.
让人奇怪的是，和别人的过错比起来，我们自身的过错却往往不是那样的可恶。我想，其原因应该是我们知晓一切导致自己犯错的情况，所以能够设法谅解自己的错误，而别人的错误却不能谅解。我们对自己的缺点不甚关注，即便是深陷困境而不得不正视它们的时候，我们也会很容易就宽恕自己。据我所知，我们这样做是正确的。缺点是我们自身的一部分，我们必须接纳自己的好和坏。
但是当我们评判别人的时候，情况就不同了。我们不是通过真实的自我来评判别人，而是用一种自我形象来评判，这种自我形象完全摒弃了在任何世人眼中会伤害到自己的虚荣或者体面的东西。举一个小例子来说：当觉察到别人说谎时，我们是多么地蔑视他啊!但是，谁能够说自从未说过谎?可能还不止一百次呢。
人和人之间没什么大的差别。他们皆是伟大与渺小，善良与邪恶，高尚与低俗的混合体。有的人性格比较坚毅，机会也比较多，因而达个或那个方面，能够更自由地发挥自己的禀赋，但是人类的潜能却都是相同的。至于我自己，我认为自己并不比大多数人更好或者更差，但是我知道，假如我记下我生命中每一次举动和每一个掠过我脑海的想法的话，世界就会将我视为一个邪恶的怪物。每个人都会有这样的怪念头，这样的认识应当能够启发我们宽容自己，也宽容他人。同时，假如因此我们得以用幽默的态度看待他人，即使是天下最优秀最令人尊敬的人，而且假如我们也因此不把自己看得过于重要，那是很有裨益的。
Outside the Bible, these six words are the most famous in all the literature of the world. They were spoken by Hamlet when he was thinking aloud, and they are the most famous words in Shakespeare because Hamlet was speaking not only for himself but also for every thinking man and woman. To be or not to be, to live or not to live, to live richly and abundantly and eagerly, or to live dully and meanly and scarcely. A philosopher once wanted to know whether he was alive or not, which is a good question for everyone to put to himself occasionally. He answered it by saying: "I think, therefore am."
But the best definition of existence ever saw did another philosopher who said: "To be is to be in relations." If this true, then the more relations a living thing has, the more it is alive. To live abundantly means sim*** to increase the range and intensity of our relations. Unfortunately we are so constituted that we get to love our routine. But apart from our regular occupation how much are we alive? If you are interest-ed only in your regular occupation, you are alive only to that extent. So far as other things are concerned--poetry and prose, music, pictures, sports, unselfish friendships, politics, international affairs--you are dead.
Contrariwise, it is true that every time you acquire a new interest--even more, a new accomplishment--you increase your power of life. No one who is dee*** interested in a large variety of subjects can remain unhappy; the real pessimist is the person who has lost interest.
Bacon said that a man dies as often as he loses a friend. But we gain new life by contacts, new friends. What is supremely true of living objects is only less true of ideas, which are also alive. Where your thoughts are, there will your live be also. If your thoughts are confined only to your business, only to your physical welfare, only to the narrow circle of the town in which you live, then you live in a narrow cir-conscribed life. But if you are interested in what is going on in China, then you are living in China~ if you’re interested in the characters of a good novel, then you are living with those highly interesting people, if you listen intently to fine music, you are away from your immediate surroundings and living in a world of passion and imagination.
To be or not to be--to live intensely and richly, merely to exist, that depends on ourselves. Let widen and intensify our relations. While we live, let live!
Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now, we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us---that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
In most people’s minds the term desert conjures up an image of undulating sand dunes beneath the hot sun. There are, however, many other kinds of desert. Antarctica, Greenland and the polar ice packs are cold deserts where the water is locked up in ice. As for the Earth’s arid regions, they exist both in areas such as Arabia where the climate is permanently hot, and in others such as the steppes of central Asia where the winters are cold. The common denominator between them is that on average more water evaporates than falls as rain.Where there is practically no rain, as in the Sahara and the Gobi, there is virtually no life.
Regions in which enough water falls to allow grazing and perhaps some dry farming are described as semi-arid. There are many of these in Africa, India, Argentina and Australia. Arid and semi-arid regions make up more than a third of the world’s land surface, whereas cultivated land accounts only for one-tenth. They are concentrated in two zones straddling the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn, on each side of the Equator.
The main cause of aridity is to be found in the circulation of the atmosphere above our revolving globe. The almost permanent ridges of high pressure that predominate around the 30olatitude mark stop rain from forming. Great distance from the oceans or the presence of mountain barriers are other factors that contribute to the aridity of regions like central Asia or the American Midwest.
So deserts have not been created by humankind, as is something claimed, though people do contribute to decertification. In our time increased population pressure and over-intensive agriculture and grazing are accelerating soil degradation and worsening the effects of drought in semi-arid regions such as the African Sahel and northeastern Brazil.
There is another way in which human activity may affect the evolution of arid regions. It is thought that the accumulation in the atmosphere of carbon dioxide from automobile engines, heating or industry and other gases of industrial and agricultural origin can lead to global warming through the ‘greenhouse effect’. It is not yet possible to predict the consequences of such global warming for different regions, but it may well be that in a few decades some arid regions will be direr still while others will be less so. In that case, people will have brought about a significant climatic change, comparable to those that have taken place in the course of geological history.
In order to experience everlasting love in life, you ought to first figure out what is missing in your life and then fill in the gaps. People fall in and out of love because they expect their lovers to be everything to them and do everything for them. They then become dissatisfied when the partner fails to meet all their requirements. If you have a dream of achieving everlasting love you better create your very own life crowned by hobbies, interests and beneficial passions. This makes you a full lover when you enjoy a complete, interesting life on your own. Create a world of your own. On your to-do-list add forgiveness. It is always healthy to forgive while you can, disappointments and sadness is a part of life.
Some people find it hard to forgive their partners especially if they happened to catch them cheating on them. Seek professional help from a marriage and relationship counselor. This is an important move towards search for everlasting love. Most buried resentments are the cause to failed marriages and broken relationships. At one time they resurface and blow the present things out of proportion. To find a smooth sail in your love life you have to learn to forgive and move on with a clean slate. Accept changes when they arrive instead of fighting the reality. In life change is inevitable. At one time you will be loved, dumped, married, you will have children, become sick and die. You should acknowledge the happenings in life and move through them strongly. No matter how settled you might be it is good to know that things can change in an instant.
Always accept the unexpected. Always find Happiness in what you have and be grateful to own what you have. It is a great secret to everlasting love. Despite the greatest fear and uncertainties of the unknown, when the inevitable things happen you will look back on the good old times and wish that you had been more grateful when things were more colorful. To enjoy your love life you should give thanks every moment and learn to appreciate the small problems we experience because unknown to us they can get worse and some time they probably will. To experience how it feels to have everlasting love, create time for each other as lovers. Many people who are unhappy keep on postponing time to be together. People get caught up in the many and demanding daily activities and forget to get time to live for today.
It happens to me and you. There will always be more laundry, more house chores and more errands to be carried out. It is a routine where we retire to bed when we are very exhausted late at night only to awake and follow the same routine again the next day. To live life to the fullest stop at some point and take time for yourself and for each other too. Today might be the only gift you have in life so live like there is no tomorrow. The precious moments we reckon in life are achieved by creating time for them against the much pressure of work. Create such short and fleeting moments everyday to enjoy everlasting love.
Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now, we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us---that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
87年前，我们的先辈们在这个大陆上创立了一个新国家，它孕育于自由之中，奉行一切人生来*等的原则。现在我们正从事一场伟大的内战，以考验这个国家，或者任何一个孕育于自由跟奉行上述原则的国家是否能够长久存在下去。我们在这场战争中的一个伟大战场上**。烈士们为使这个国家能够生存下去而献出了自己的生命，我们来到这里，是要把这个战场的一部分奉献给他们作为最后安息之所。我们这样做是完全应该而且是非常恰当的。
但是，从更广泛的意义上来说，这块土地我们不能够奉献，不能够圣化，不能够神化。那些曾在这里战斗过的勇士们，活着的跟去世的，已经把这块土地圣化了，这远不是我们微薄的力量所能增减的。我们今天在这里所说的话，全世界不大会注意，也不会长久地记住，但勇士们在这里所做过的事，全世界却永远不会忘记。毋宁说，倒是我们这些还活着的人，应该在这里把自己奉献于勇士们已经如此崇高地向前推进但尚未完成的事业。倒是我们应该在这里把自己奉献于仍然留在我们面前的伟大任务——我们要从这些光荣的死者身上汲取更多的献身精神，来完成他们已经完全彻底为之献身的事业;我们要在这里下定最大的决心，不让这些死者白白牺牲;我们要使国家在上帝福佑下得到自由的新生，要使这个民有、民治、民享的**永世长存。
Outside the Bible, these six words are the most famous in all the literature of the world. They were spoken by Hamlet when he was thinking aloud, and they are the most famous words in Shakespeare because Hamlet was speaking not only for himself but also for every thinking man and woman. To be or not to be, to live or not to live, to live richly and abundantly and eagerly, or to live dully and meanly and scarcely. A philosopher once wanted to know whether he was alive or not, which is a good question for everyone to put to himself occasionally. He answered it by saying: "I think, therefore am."
But the best definition of existence ever saw did another philosopher who said: "To be is to be in relations." If this true, then the more relations a living thing has, the more it is alive. To live abundantly means sim*** to increase the range and intensity of our relations. Unfortunately we are so constituted that we get to love our routine. But apart from our regular occupation how much are we alive? If you are interest-ed only in your regular occupation, you are alive only to that extent. So far as other things are concerned--poetry and prose, music, pictures, sports, unselfish friendships, politics, international affairs--you are dead.
Contrariwise, it is true that every time you acquire a new interest--even more, a new accomplishment--you increase your power of life. No one who is dee*** interested in a large variety of subjects can remain unhappy; the real pessimist is the person who has lost interest.
Bacon said that a man dies as often as he loses a friend. But we gain new life by contacts, new friends. What is supremely true of living objects is only less true of ideas, which are also alive. Where your thoughts are, there will your live be also. If your thoughts are confined only to your business, only to your physical welfare, only to the narrow circle of the town in which you live, then you live in a narrow cir-conscribed life. But if you are interested in what is going on in China, then you are living in China~ if you’re interested in the characters of a good novel, then you are living with those highly interesting people, if you listen intently to fine music, you are away from your immediate surroundings and living in a world of passion and imagination.
To be or not to be--to live intensely and richly, merely to exist, that depends on ourselves. Let widen and intensify our relations. While we live, let live!
“生存还是毁灭。”如果把《圣经》除外，这六个字便是整个世界文学中最有名的六个字了。这六个字是哈姆雷特一次喃喃自语时说的，而这六个字也就成了莎士比亚作品中最有名的几个字了，因为这里哈姆雷特不仅道出了他自己的心声，同时也代表了一切有思想的男男女女。是活还是不活——是要生活还是不要生活，是要生活得丰满充实，兴致勃勃，还是只是活得枯燥委琐，贫乏无味。一位哲人一次曾想弄清他自己是否是在活着，这个问题我们每个人也大可不时地问问我们自己。这位哲学家对此的答案是： “我思故我在。”
但是关于生存我所见过的一条最好的定义却是另一位哲学家下的：“生活即是联系。”如果这话不假的话，那么一个有生命者的联系越多，它也就越有生气。所谓要活得丰富充实也即是要扩大跟加强我们的各种联系。不幸的是，我们往往会因为天性不够丰厚而容易陷入自己的陈规旧套。试问除去我们的日常工作，我们的真正生活又有多少?如果你只是对你的日常工作才有兴趣，那你的生趣也就很有限了。至于在其它事物方面，比如诗歌、散文、音乐、美术、体育、无私的友谊、政治与国际事务，等等——你只是死人一个。
但反过来说，每当你获得一种新的兴趣——甚至一项新的造诣——你就增长了你的生活本领。一个能对许许多多事物都深感兴趣的人是不可能总不愉快的，真正的悲观者只能是那些丧失兴趣的人。
培根曾讲过，一个人失去朋友即是死亡。但是凭着交往，凭着新朋，我们就能获得再生。这条对于活人可谓千真万确的道理在一定程度上也完全适用于人的思想，它们也都是活的。你的思想所在，你的生命便也在那里。如果你的思想不出你的业务范围，不出你的物质利益，不出你所在城镇的狭隘圈子，那么你的一生便也只是多方受着局限的狭隘的一生。但是如果你对当前中国那里所发生的种种感到兴趣，那么你便可说也活在中国;如果你对一本佳妙小说中的人物感到兴趣，你便是活在一批极有趣的人们中间;如果你能全神贯注地听点好的音乐，你就会超脱出你的周围环境而活在一个充满激情与想象的神奇世界之中。
生存还是毁灭——活得热烈活得丰富，还是只是简单存在，这就全在我们自己。但愿我们都能不断扩展跟增强我们的各种联系。只要一天我们活着，就要一天是在活着。
Each spring brings a new blossom of wildflowers in the ditches along the highway I travel daily to work. There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eyes.
I've noticed that it blooms only in the morning hours, the afternoon sun is too warm for it. Every day for approximately two weeks, I see those beautiful flowers. This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can look out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see the flowers. I've often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditches would look great in that bed alongside other wildflowers. Everyday I drove past the flowers thinking, “I'll stop on my way home and dig them.” “Gee, I don't want to get my good clothes dirty...” Whatever the reason, I never stopped to dig them. My husband even gave me a folding shovel one year for my trunk to be used for that expressed purpose. One day on my way home from work, I was saddened to see that the highway department had mowed the ditches and the pretty blue flowers were gone. I thought to myself, “Way to go, you waited too long. You should have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring.”
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My Favourite detective
In the world of detective novels, Sherlock Holmes is undoubtedly the most famous one. But for me, the greatest detective in novels is Hercule Poirot, a little Belgian who always uses his little grey cells to find the truth.
I really appreciate him for various reasons, such as his having an insight into other people's psychology, his understanding on hunman nature and his being merciful. But most improtant thing is that he looks more like a real human being, compared with Holmes or other legend detectives. He has such a funny appearance, an egg-shaped head and exaggerated moustache . He enjoys delicious cuisine and focuses on his own dressing. He is always humor and likes to mock himself. he prefers to stay with young peole for being attracted by their vigor and energy. And there are still so many lovely features of him I can list.
Anyway, I like him and appreciate him. I always get touched by the philosophy of life in his storys. Hercule Poirot is indeed my favourite detective.
Taking care of our environment is very important. It is well-known that man,as well as living things,can’t live without water or air. However,many factories pour waste water directly into the rivers or lakes. They also give out a lot of smoke directly into the air. Some people throw rubbish everywhere. So our environment is getting worse and worse. Polluted water or air is harmful to us all.
It is our duty to keep our environment clean and tidy. We shouldn’t throw about waste things. We must plant many trees,flowers and grass. If everyone protects the environment,the world will become more beautiful.
"Thank you for your application.We would like to congratulate you," the letter read.Those words can make your heart skip a beat and bring tears to your eyes.The feeling of following your dreams is inexplicable and proof that all your hard work was worth it.It is a signpost in life,a trail marker.It is a day you will never forget,the day you opened that envelope and your future was revealed.But what about all those days in-between - the ones that make and break you,the days that are nothing special.Would you have received that acceptance letter had you not attended the college fair at your school?What if you had forgotten to send an essay with your application,would you have been rejected?In life,one step creates the next.Each day is of equal importance,no matter how good or bad.
Many people like watching TV. TV brings the outside world into people’s homes. People say the world is smaller than before because of TV. What is going on in other countries?How do people live in places far away? What sports do people play in other countries?
If you want to know the answers to these and other kinds of questions, just turn on the TV. Of course people can also learn through reading books or listening to the radio,but many say they learn more by watching TV. Why? Because they can listen to and watch it.
TV opens our eyes to the outside world,at the same time also helps to open our minds. TV often gives us new ideas. We learn newer and better ways of doing things.
Water is very important to humans. We can’t live without water. The water suitable for drinking is becoming less and less. But some people don’t seem to care about this. They waste a lot
of water. They pour dirty water into rivers and pollute them. They throw rubbish into them,too. Many rivers and lakes are seriously polluted. We must do something to stop the pollution. We must protect the water as well as find ways to reuse it. If we don’t ,the last drop of water will be a teardrop.
