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To respect my work, my associates and myself. To be honest and fair with them as I expect them to be honest and fair with me. To be a man whose word carries weight. To be a booster, not a knocker; a pusher, not a kicker; a motor, not a clog.
To base my expectations of reward on a solid foundation of service rendered; to be willing to pay the price of success in honest effort. To look upon my work as opportunity, to be seized with joy and made the most of, and not as painful drudgery to be reluctantly endured.
To remember that success lies within myself; in my own brain, my own ambition, my own courage and determination. To expect difficulties and force my way through them, to turn hard experiences into capital for future struggles.
To interest my heart and soul in my work, and aspire to the highest efficiency in the achievement of results. To be patiently receptive of just criticism and profit from its teaching. To treat equals and superiors with respect, and subordinates with kindly encouragement.
To make a study of my business duties; to know my work from the ground up. To mix brains with my efforts and use system and method in all I undertake. To find time to do everything needful by never letting time find me or my subordinates doing nothing. To hoard days as a miser does dollars, to make every hour bring me dividends in specific results accomplished. To steer clear of dissipation and guard my health of body and peace of mind as my most precious stock in trade.
Finally, to take a good grip on the joy of life; to play the game like a gentleman; to fight against nothing so hard as my own weakness, and endeavor to grow in business capacity, and as a man, with the passage of every day of time.
We all, at one time or another, have pretended to be a rock star, singing and dancing along to our favorite song. Most of us have done this in the privacy of our own room when we were kids and as adults, in the privacy of our homes. Me? I love to do that when I drive! I turn on the radio, find a song that I can sing along too and pretty soon my arms are in the air and I am moving along to the rhythm. Most of the time, I do this on my way to work.
Yes, that is true. I will be in my nice work clothes, jamming while driving or stopped at a traffic light. I get weird looks from some people and others laugh. Personally, I love to get lost in the rhythm of a song which leads me to share with you the importance of being silly!
The definition for the word silly, according to the dictionary is: stupid, foolish and nonsensical. I know many people do not want to look foolish. So they walk around all serious, which in all honesty, is foolish!
No one is perfect, I repeat: no one is perfect. I don"t care how educated, how thin, how beautiful, how simple, how frugal, how rich, and so on No one is perfect! So why pretend to be something you are not?
Life is so short You never know when this beautiful journey will be over, so why waste a single second on being so full of rigidity? Here is a quote by Souza, that I think says it all and is a great recipe for life:
Dance as though no one is watching you,
Love as though you have never been hurt before,
Sing as though no one can hear you,
Live as though heaven is on earth.
When we were kids, we had no idea of what limitations were and we had no care in the world so we could do things without worrying about how we appeared to others. However, as we grew up, we lost that childlike innocence.
So don"t lose the child that still lives within you. The next time you feel down, go turn on your favorite song, and sing and dance along like there is no tomorrow. Or watch something that makes you laugh. Laughter is the best medicine to whatever ails you and nothing is better than laughing so hard that your tummy hurts. Trust me, you will feel a whole lot better, and who doesn"t want to feel good?
"On the 14th of March, at a quarter to three in the afternoon, the greatest living thinker ceased to think. He had been left alone for scarcely two minutes, and when we came back we found him in his armchair, peacefully gone to sleep-but forever.
"An immeasurable loss has been sustained both by the militant proletariat of Europe and America, and by historical science, in the death of this man. The gap that has been left by the departure of this mighty spirit will soon enough make itself felt.
"Just as Darwin discovered the law of development of organic nature, so Marx discovered the law of development of human history: the simple fact, hitherto concealed by an overgrowth of ideology, that mankind must first of all eat, drink, have shelter and clothing, before it can pursue politics, science, art, religion, etc.; that therefore the production of the immediate material means of subsistence and consequently the degree of economic development attained by a given people or during a given epoch form the foundation upon which the state institutions, the legal conceptions, art, and even the ideas on religion, of the people concerned have been evolved, and in the light of which they must, therefore, be explained, instead of vice versa, as had hitherto been the case.
"But that is not all. Marx also discovered the special law of motion governing the present-day capitalist mode of production and the bourgeois society that this mode of production has created. The discovery of surplus value suddenly threw light on the problem, in trying to solve which all previous investigations, of both bourgeois economists and socialist critics, had been groping in the dark.
"Two such discoveries would be enough for one lifetime. Happy the man to whom it is granted to make even one such discovery. But in every single field which Marx investigated -- and he investigated very many fields, none of them superficially -- in every field, even in that of mathematics, he made independent discoveries.
It is the habit of the poets, and of many who are poets neither in vision nor in faculty, to speak of youth as if it were a period of unshadowed gaiety and pleasure, with no consciousness of responsibility and no sense of care.
The freshness of feeling, the delight in experience, the joy of discovery, the unspent vitality which welcomes every morning as a challenge to one's strength, invest youth with a charm which art is always striving to preserve, and which men who have parted from it remember with a sense of pathos; for the morning of life comes but once, and when it fades something goes which never returns. There are ample compensations, there are higher joys and deeper insights and relationships; but a magical charm which touches all things and turns them to gold, vanishes with the morning. All this is true of youth, which in many ways symbolises the immortal part of man's nature, and must be, therefore, always beautiful and sacred to him. But it is untrue that the sky of youth has no clouds and the spirit of youth no cares; on the contrary, no period of life is in many ways more painful.
The finer the organisation and the greater the ability, the more difficult and trying the experiences through which the youth passes. George Eliot has pointed out a striking peculiarity of childish grief in the statement that the child has no background of other griefs against which the magnitude of its present sorrow may be measured. While that sorrow lasts it is complete, absolute, and hopeless, because the child has no memory of other trials endured, of other sorrows survived. In this fact about the earliest griefs lies the source also of the pains of youth. The young man is an undeveloped power; he is largely ignorant of his own capacity, often without inward guidance towards his vocation; he is unadjusted to the society in which he must find a place for himself.
He is full of energy and aspiration, but he does not know how to expend the one or realise the other. His soul has wings, but he cannot fly, because, like the eagle, he must have space on the ground before he rises in the air.
One day, the time management expert lectured to a group of business school students.
He made a demonstration at the scene, which left a lasting impression on the students.
Standing in front of students with high iqs, he said, let's take a quiz. Take out a one-gallon jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he took out a bunch of fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them in a jar. When the jar was over the top of the jar and no more rocks could fit in, he asked, "is the jar full?" All students should say: "full!" . The time management expert replied, "really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He poured some of the gravel in, and tapped the glass bottle wall to fill the gap between the stones. "Is the jar full now? "He asked the second time. But this time the students understood, "probably not," one student said. "Good! Experts say. He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of sand. The sand is filled with all the gaps between the rock and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "is this jar full?" "No! "Shouted the students. Once again he said, "good! Then he took a pitcher of water and poured it into the jar until it was flat. Looking up at the students, he asked, "what is the point of this illustration?" One eager student raised his hand and said, "no matter how tight your schedule is, if you work hard, you can do more!" "No!" The time management expert said, "that's not what it really means. This example tells us that if you didn't blow up the rock first, you couldn't put it in the bottle anymore. So, what are the big rocks in your life? Spend time with the people you love, your beliefs, education, dreams? Remember to deal with these big rocks first, otherwise, you can't do it all your life!
So tonight, perhaps this morning, you are reading this essay, and you have tried to ask yourself this question: what is the "big rock" in my life? Then, please put them in the bottle of your life first. It is better to be busy with dreams than to lose your dreams by being busy!
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇扩展阅读
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇（扩展1）
——英语美文经典阅读(5)份
On summer holiday my parents took me to beijing. We stayed at Huabei Hotel. On the first day, we went to the Great Wall. The Great Wall is very long and old. It has millions of bricks. Each brick is very big and heavy. Lots of people from different countries like climbing the Great Wall. We felt very tired when we climbed to the top of the Great Wall.
We also went to the Palace Museum. The Palace Museum has 9999 palaces. It has a very long history. I bought a lot of souvenirs of the Palace Museum. What nice palaces these are! I visited the Palace Museum and felt excited. If you want to know more about the Palace Museum, you can go to beijing and have a look.
The following days, we went to the Summer Palace, Tian Tan, North Lake and Xiang hill. I now know more about the history of China. I also like modern Beijing. The 2008 Olympic Games will be held in Beijing.
Later, I went back with my parents by train. I really enjoyed the trip to Beijing.
I like this trip!
在暑假我的父母带我去北京。我们住在华北酒店。第一天,我们去了长城。长城很长,老了。它拥有上百万的砖块。每个砖非常大又重。许多来自不同国家的人喜欢爬长城。我们感到很累,当我们爬上长城的顶端。
我们还去了故宫。故宫有9999个宫殿。它有非常悠久的历史。我买了很多纪念品的故宫博物馆。这是什么漂亮的宫殿!我参观了故宫,感觉兴奋。如果你想知道更多关于故宫博物馆,你可以去北京,看看。
第二天,我们去了颐和园,田谭北和湘湖山。我现在知道更多关于中国的历史。我也喜欢现代的北京。2008年奥运会将在北京举行。
后来,我和我的父母坐火车回去。我非常喜欢这次旅行去北京。
我喜欢这次旅行!
I always thought that learning was a boring thing, but I fell in love with it and fell in love with the busy, fulfilling and happy campus life.
Early in the morning, accompanied by cool breeze, as the people of the land and the water come to the teacher, put down the schoolbag, open the book, begin the campus life of the day.
In the early reading class, everyone will read the text aloud, with the sounds of the birds, especially beautiful and neat. Although some of the students didn't read aloud, all the students read aloud under the management of the class. It was an indispensable part of the morning campus.
Students' favorite class is gym class. In gym class, you can run freely, enjoy the sun and sweat.
The fourth class of the morning class is over, everyone is in everybody! Classmates excitedly ran out of the classroom to take lunch box, all smiling, when you fight me also forget a joke, but the classmates friendship is still strong, some students even a four lunch box, lunch box cover your nose. The people happily share lunch, together chat and joke, the teacher is suddenly lively!
Eat rice, it began studying an afternoon of tension, swim in the ocean of knowledge, in a good atmosphere of learning, everyone is spirit, who also don't fall.
“Who moved my cheese?”is a story about changethat takes place in a Maze where four amusingcharacters look for “Cheese”.cheese being ametaphor for what we want to have in life, whetherit is a job, a relationship, money,a big house,freedom, health, recognition, spiritual peace, oreven an activity like joggingor golf.Each of us has ourown idea of what Cheese is, and we pursue itbecause we believe it can makes ushappy.If we get it, we often become attached to it. And if welose it, or it’s taken away, it can be traumatic.The “Maze” in the story represents where youspend time looking for what you want.It can be the organization you work in, the communityyou live in, or the relationships you have in your life.In the storyyou will see that the two micedo better when they are faced with change because they keep things simple,while the two littlepeople’s complex brains and human emotions complicate things.It is not that mice aresmarter. We all know people are more intelligent than mice.However, as you watch what thefour characters do,and realize both the mice and the little people represent parts ofourselves,the simple and the complex,you can see it would be to our advantage to do thesimple things that work when things change.
The Story of WHO MOVED MY CHEESE?(Extracted)
Having cheese makes you happy.The more important your cheese is to you, the more you wantto hold on to it.If you do not change you can become extinct.What would you do if you weren’tafraid?Smell the cheese often so you know when it is getting old.Movement in a new directionhelps you find new cheese.When you move beyond your fear, you feel free.Imagining myselfenjoying new cheese, even before I find it, leads me to find it.The quicker you let go of oldcheese, the sooner you find new cheese.It is safer to search in the Maze than remain in acheeseless situation.Old beliefs do not lead you to new cheese.When you see that you can findand enjoy new cheese you can change course.Noticing small changes early helps you to adaptto thebigger changes that are to come.
THE HANDWRITING ON THE WALL:
Change Happens - They keep moving the cheese.Anticipate Change - Get ready for the cheeseto move.Monitor Change - Smell the cheese so you know when itis getting old.Adapt To ChangeQuickly - The quicker you let go of old cheese, the sooner you can enjoy new cheese.Change -Move with thecheese.EnjoyChange - Savor theadventure and enjoy the taste of new cheese.Beready to change quickly and enjoy it again.They keep movingthe cheese.Move With The CheeseAnd Enjoy It!
《谁动了我的奶酪》讲的是一个关于“变化”的故事。故事发生在一个迷宫中，有四个可爱的小生灵在迷宫中寻找他们的奶酪。故事里的“奶酪”是对我们在现实生活中所追求目标的一种比喻，它可以是一份工作，一种人际关系，可以是金钱，一幢豪宅，还可以是自由、健康、赏识、精神自由，甚至还可以只是一项运动，如慢跑、高尔夫球等。我们每个人的内心都有自己想要的“奶酪”，我们追寻它，想要得到它，因为我们相信，它会带给我们幸福和快乐。而一旦我们得到了自己梦寐以求的奶酪，又常常会对它产生依赖心理，甚至成为的附庸。这时如果我们忽然失去了它，或者它被人拿走了，我们将会因此而受到极大的伤害。故事里的“迷宫”代表着你花时间寻求着的东西所在的地方，它可以是你效力的机构，你生活的社区，亦或是你生活中的某种人际关系。在故事里，你会发现，当面对变化时两个老鼠做得比两个小矮人要好，因为他们总是把事情简单化，而当两个小矮人所具有的复杂的脑筋和人类的情感，却总是把事情变得复杂化。这并不是说老鼠比人更聪明。我们都知道人类更具智慧。当你观察故事中四个角色的行为时，你会发现，其实老鼠和小矮人代表我们自身的不同方面，简单的一面和复杂的一面，当事物发生变化时，或许简单行事会给我们带来许多的便利和益处。
谁动了我的奶酪(节选)
拥有奶酪让你幸福。奶酪对你来说越是重要，你就越想抓住它。如果你不改变，你就会被淘汰。如果你无所畏惧，你会怎样做呢?经常闻一闻你的奶酪，你就会知道，它什么时候开始变质。朝新的方向前进，你就会发现新的奶酪。当你超越了自己的恐惧时，你就会感到轻松自在。这种享受新奶酪的情景，他看得越清楚，就越相信这会变成现实。现在，他有一种感觉，他就要找到奶酪了，越早放弃旧的奶酪，你就会越早发现新的奶酪。在迷宫中搜寻比停留在没有奶酪的地方更安全。陈旧的信念不会帮助你找到新的奶酪。当你发现你会找到新的奶酪并且能够享用它时，你就会改变你的路线。尽早注意细小的变化，这将有助于你适应即将来临的更大的变化。
墙上的字写道:
让改变发生，他们要让奶酪动起来。变化总是在发生他们总是不断地拿走你的奶酪。预见变化随时做好奶酪被拿走的准备。追踪变化经常闻一闻你的奶酪，以便知道它们什么时候开始变质。尽快适应变化越早放弃旧的奶酪，你就会越早享用到新的奶酪。改变，随着奶酪的变化而变化。享受变化!尝试冒险，去享受新奶酪的美味!做好迅速变化的准备不断地去享受变化。记住：他们仍会不断地拿走你的奶酪。随着奶酪的变化而变化，并享受变化!
Often go home, go home, wandering again far also want to get home, with family members eat parents prepared dinner. Old days, people call this shou sui, boil in the New Year's eve. A meal to eat slowly, eat until late at night.
Look at the Spring Festival gala splendid performances and around of steaming hot pot, listening to bursts of firecrackers outside the window, a family enjoy a happy family. At this time, the child is the most happy is your elders will send New Year's money. It is said that this approach in wei-jin period. New Year's money is also called the "old money" bet, "special money" pressure because of age and is precious, lucky money can be pinned evil thing, to make the children in the Chinese New Year's day.
The New Year, visiting relatives and friends. The relatives and friends get together, eat the big stuff, give each other a blessing, and seek common development. This activity to continue until the fifteenth day of the Lantern Festival.
The Spring Festival, not just in beer and skittles, more important is reflected a kind of national spirit of our country. It into a kind of affection, a kind of pursuit of the good life and interpersonal harmony and peace.
Nowadays,More and more people like to travel in their holidays.By the economy developing in china.people are willing to spend money on traveling.
However,The traveling has some advantages that can make me enjoy my holiday and different life styles.In addition ,Tourism can broaden my vision,let me learn more about other countries or cultures.Traveling much,we will not only enrich our knowlege and experiences,but also be aware of the vastness of nature,we will forget all trifles and burdens in our mind.Even tourism can drive local economic development and increase the income of local people.In spite of,There are some disadvantages that bring a lot of rubbish to the scenic spots,that will pollute the environment .It also will bring congestion to the tourist city,and may bring some instability.The price of some tourist sites is very high,and the store set the price at random.
In my opinion,I think the local environmental protection department should be well-regulated and strict with tourists to litter.In addition,the traffic department should arrange more traffic police to clear the crowded roads during the holidays.The price bureau should regulate the local price and eliminate the arbitrary price of the store.We need a more comfortable journey.
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇（扩展2）
——英语美文阅读通用5篇
After about a week of being off line, I returned late one night to check mail. There, in my box was an email from a lady friend I had met in chat. She was going on and on about a man that had recently entered the room and how he was supposedly the "male 1)incarnate" of myself. Anyone who knows me also knows that I am a bit of a "character". My sense of humor is one of a 2)warped 3)demented nature. The thought of finding anyone who doesn't become annoyed instantly is a chore. Much less a man that shared the same. I completely 4)discredited the email and went about my business.
Later that night, I found myself wandering the net. It was then I ran across a photo gallery that proved to be quite entertaining. As I clicked from one picture to the next, I ran across one gentleman's photo. I was 5)stunned by his presence. Approximately 10 minuets had gone by when I finally tore myself away from the photo and decided to venture into chat. There, I found the woman who had sent me the email earlier that week. She 6)proceeded to tell me all about this man. "You just have to meet him," she said, 7)ranting on and on about how much we were alike. I laughed at her thinking it was amusing. "No, I am serious! You have got to talk to him." I finally agreed that I would make effort to do so later on and left the chat quickly. Again, finding myself staring at this 8)anonymous photo I had found earlier.
Approximately 4 hours later, I ventured back into the chat. Only to find a few friends talking about daily events. Then, all of a sudden out of nowhere, a new name entered, 9)rambling on and on about being the presentment of madness. I quickly spoke up and told the stranger that title had already been taken by myself as I laughed. He was silent for a few moments. It was then I received a "whisper" from him. "So YOU are the woman I have heard so very much about." I replied by saying, "I see my reputation 10)precedes me." It was then I noticed his side 11)bar photo (this particular room has a side bar option for those wishing to post photos of themselves). I almost fell from my chair when I realized I was talking to the man in the photo. The photo I had found earlier that day while surfing. After several hours in "whisper" mode, we opted to enter my personal chat room. We found one another to be interesting. Not to mention, we thoroughly enjoyed our conversation.
Since then, our relationship has grown tremendously. Even going so far as to admit our love to one another. We both agree this seems crazy. The sort of thing you read about in a book. It hardly seems real. Neither of us was looking when fate led us to one another. Neither of us was in need of love. Hell, neither of us believed in love, especially online love 12)prior to our finding one another. We both want so badly to be together. To learn, to love, and to experience what this has to offer. It is sim*** amazing. So much for not seeking love, eh
We cannot travel every path． Success must be won along one line．We must make our business the one life purpose to which every other must be subordinate（服从）．
我们不可能把每条路都走一遍。必须执着于一条道路才能获得成功。我们必须有一个终生追求的目标，其他的则从属于这个目标。
I hate a thing done by halves（不完全的）． If it be right, do it boldly．If it be wrong， leave it undone．
我痛恨做事半途而废。如果这件事是对的，就大胆勇敢地去做；如果这件事不对，就不要去做。
The men of history were not perpetually（不断地） looking into the mirror to make sure of their own size． Absorbed in their work they did it． They did it so well that the wondering world sees them to be great， and labeled them accordingly．
历史长河中的伟人并不是靠终日瞻观镜中的自己来衡量自身的形象的。他们的形象来自对事业全身心的投入与追求。他们是如此的卓越超凡，于是芸芸众生觉得他们很伟大，并因此称他们为伟人。
To live with a high ideal is a successful life． It is not what one does， but what one tries to do， that makes a man strong． “Eternal vigilance，” it has been said， “is the price of liberty．” With equal truth it may be said， “Unceasing effort is the price of success．” If we do not work with our might， others will； and they will outstrip（超过） us in the race， and pluck the prize from our grasp．
为崇高的理想而活着是一种成功的生活。使人变强大的，不是这个人做了什么，而是他努力尝试去做什么。有人说过，“恒久的警惕是自由的代价”，那同样也可以说，“不懈的努力是成功的代价。”倘若我们不尽全力工作，别人会尽全力，随后他们将在竞争中超越我们，从我们手中夺取胜利的果实。
Success grows less and less dependent on luck and chance．Self－distrust is the cause of most of our failures．
成功越来越不依赖于运气和巧合。丧失自信是我们失败的主要原因。
The great and indispensable help to success is character． Character is a crystallized habit， the result of training and conviction． Every character is influenced by heredity， environment and education． But these apart， if every man were not to be a great extent the architect of his own character， he would be a fatalist， and irresponsible creature of circumstances．
性格是取得成功不可或缺的重要助力。性格是一种固化成形的*惯，是不断培养并坚信于此的结果。每个人的性格都会受到遗传因素、环境和教育的影响。但除此之外，如果人在很大程度上不能成为自己性格的构筑者，那么他就会沦为宿命论者，从而成为环境的失败造物。
Instead of saying that man is a creature of circumstance， it would be nearer the mark to say that man is the architect of circumstance． From the same materials one man builds palaces， another hovel． Bricks and mortar are mortar and bricks， until the architect can make them something else．
与其说人是环境的造物，不如说人是环境的建筑师更贴切些。同样的材料，有人能用其建造出宫殿，而有人只能建成简陋的小屋。在建筑师将其变成他物之前，砖泥依然是砖泥。
The true way to gain much is never to desire to gain too much．
想得到的多就永远不要奢望太多。
Wise men don't care for what they can't have．
智者不会在意他们得不到的东西。
Time is grain for peasants.
对农民来说，时间就是粮食。
Time is wealth for workers.
对工人来说，时间就是财富。
Time is life for doctors.
对医生来说，时间就是生命。
Time is victory for soldiers.
对士兵来说，时间就是胜利。
Time is knowledge for students.
对学生来说，时间就是知识。
Time is speed for scientists.
对科学家来说，时间就是速度。
Time is money for businessmen.
对企业家来说，时间就是金钱。
Time is everything for all of us.
对我们大家来说，时间就是一切。
Therefore, seize the time of today!
因此，把握今天!
We all, at one time or another, have pretended to be a rock star, singing and dancing along to our favorite song. Most of us have done this in the privacy of our own room when we were kids and as adults, in the privacy of our homes. Me? I love to do that when I drive! I turn on the radio, find a song that I can sing along too and pretty soon my arms are in the air and I am moving along to the rhythm. Most of the time, I do this on my way to work.
Yes, that is true. I will be in my nice work clothes, jamming while driving or stopped at a traffic light. I get weird looks from some people and others laugh. Personally, I love to get lost in the rhythm of a song which leads me to share with you the importance of being silly!
The definition for the word silly, according to the dictionary is: stupid, foolish and nonsensical. I know many people do not want to look foolish. So they walk around all serious, which in all honesty, is foolish!
No one is perfect, I repeat: no one is perfect. I don’t care how educated, how thin, how beautiful, how simple, how frugal, how rich, and so on… No one is perfect! So why pretend to be something you are not?
Life is so short… You never know when this beautiful journey will be over, so why waste a single second on being so full of rigidity? Here is a quote by Souza, that I think says it all and is a great recipe for life:
“Dance as though no one is watching you, Love as though you have never been hurt before, Sing as though no one can hear you, Live as though heaven is on earth.”
When we were kids, we had no idea of what limitations were and we had no care in the world so we could do things without worrying about how we appeared to others. However, as we grew up, we lost that childlike innocence.
So don’t lose the child that still lives within you. The next time you feel down, go turn on your favorite song, and sing and dance along like there is no tomorrow. Or watch something that makes you laugh. Laughter is the best medicine to whatever ails you and nothing is better than laughing so hard that your tummy hurts. Trust me, you will feel a whole lot better, and who doesn’t want to feel good?
我们每个人，在不同时期，都曾经像一个摇滚歌星那样，伴着我们最爱的那首歌又唱又跳。很多人在小时候，甚至是已长大**，都曾在我们自己房间和家里类似的隐秘空间里这样过。我呢？我喜欢在开车的时候这样！打开收音机，找一首会唱的歌，很快我就会张开双臂，随着节奏起舞。大部分时候，我在上班的路上这么做。
是的，那是真的。我会穿上我漂亮的工作服，在堵车和遇到交通灯时，有人就会用奇怪的眼神看着我，或者笑我。对我个人而言，我喜欢沉浸在一首歌的节奏中，由此我愿和你们分享：为人糊涂贵在何处。
糊涂一词在字典中的定义是：愚蠢的，傻，荒谬的。我知道很多人都不想被人看作愚笨。所以他们在生活中始终一脸严肃，而这在本质上才是真正的愚笨。
人无完人，我重申一次：没有人是完美的。我不在乎一个人学识多深，身材多好，外表多美，思想多浅薄，生活多俭朴，多富有，等等……人无完人！那么，为什么要伪装成我们实际上本不是的呢？
人生何其短暂……你不会知道这美好的征程何时会结束，那么，为什么要浪费一分一秒，让自己变得棱角分明？这里引用索萨的话，我觉得她一语中的，是人生的一大秘方：
跳舞吧，就像没有人欣赏一样，
去爱吧，就像没有受到伤害一样，
唱歌吧，就像没有人倾听一样，
生活吧，就像今天是最后一天一样。
当我们还是孩子，我们天不怕，地不怕，无忧无虑，所以我们可以不在乎自己再别人眼中的形象去做事情。然而，当我们长大，我们失去了那种天真烂漫。
所以，不要丢失你心中那个小孩。下次你感到沮丧时，去打开你最爱的那首歌吧，随着歌唱起舞，就像没有明天一样。或者看点能让你笑的东西。笑声是除去任何烦恼良方，没有什么比笑到肚子疼更好的事了。相信我，你会好受很多，谁又不想让自己好受呢？
谈一场恋爱 如同读一本新书
读一本新书恰似坠入爱河，是场冒险。你得全身心投入进去。翻开书页之时，从序言简介直至封底你或许都知之甚少。但谁又不是呢?字里行间的只言片语亦不总是正确。
Sometimes people advertise themselves as one thing and then when you get deep into it you realize that they’re something completely different. Either there was some good marketing attached to a terrible book, or the story was only explained in a superficial way and once you reach the middle of the book, you realize there’s so much more to this book than anyone could have ever told you.
有时候你会发现，人们自我推销时是一种形象，等你再深入了解后，他们又完全是另一种模样了。有时拙作却配有出色的市场推销，故事的叙述却流于表面，阅读过半后，你方才发觉：这本书真是出乎意料地妙不可言，这种感受只要靠自己去感悟!
You start off slow. The story is beginning to unfold. You’re unsure. It’s a big commitment lugging this tome around. Maybe this book won’t be that great but you’ll feel guilty about putting it down. Maybe it’ll be so awful you’ll keep hate-reading or just set it down immediately and never pick it up again. Or maybe you’ll come back to it some night, drunk or lonely — needing something to fill the time, but it won’t be any better than it was when you first started reading it.
你慢慢翻页，故事开始缓慢展开，而你却依旧心存犹疑。阅读这样的巨著需要百分之百的投入。或许它并不是你想象中的伟大的作品，奈何半途弃读会使你觉得不安。又或许，故事真的很烂，你要么咬牙苦读下去，要么立刻放弃束之高阁。抑或某个酒醉或孤寂的夜晚，你又重新捡起这本书来——但只为打发时光。不管怎样，它并没有比你初次阅读时好多少。
Maybe you’re worn out. You’ve read tons of books before. Some were just light weights on a Kindle or Nook, no big deal really. Others were Infinite Jest-style burdens, heavy on your back or in your purse. Weighing you down all the time. Maybe you’ve taken some time off from reading because the last few books you read just weren’t worth it. Do they even write new, great works of literature anymore? Maybe that time you fell in love with a book before will just never happen for you again. Maybe it’s a once in a lifetime feeling and you’re never gonna find it again.
或许你已疲惫至极。你曾阅览无数，有些无足轻重无甚重要，而有些却像荒诞讽刺的包袱，沉重地压在你背上或藏在你行囊里，随时都可能压垮你。或许因为上次读的书索然无味，你已暂时避开阅读时光。还会有优秀的新文学作品么?只怕等你再次恋上一本书前，那优秀的新作品永远也不会出现罢。或许这真的就是千年等一回、除却巫山不是云了。
Or something exciting could happen. Maybe this will become your new favorite book. That’s always a possibility right? That’s the beauty of risk. The reward could actually be worth it. You invest your time and your brain power in the words and what you get back is empathy and a new understanding and pure wonder.
当然，生活总会有新鲜事发生，你也会有新的爱书。一切总有可能，不是吗?这正是冒险的魅力。得到的.也大抵物有所值吧。你在字里行间播撒时间和心思，自然便可收获新的感悟、理解与遐思。
How could someone possibly know you like this? Some stranger, some author, some character. It’s like they’re seeing inside your soul. This book existed inside some book store, on a shelf, maybe handled by other people and really it was just waiting for you pick it up and crack the spine. It was waiting to speak to you. To say, “You are not alone.”
怎会有人知道你喜欢它呢?某个陌生人、作者，抑或书中的某个角色。他们似乎能看透你的心思。这本书，它陈列在某隅书店的书架上、它经人辗转，真的就像是在等你捧起翻阅，等着向你低语：“我会伴你左右。”
You just want more of the story. You want to keep reading, maybe everything this author’s ever written. You wish it would never end. The closer it gets to the smaller side of the pages, the slower you read, wanting to savor it all. This book is now one of your favorites forever. You will always wish you could go back to never having read it and pick it up fresh again, but also you know you’re better for having this close, inside you, covering your heart and mind.
你渴望更多故事，你继续阅读，甚至搜集这位作者以往所有作品。你希望故事永远延续。书页越翻越薄，你也越读越慢，心里想着要细细含英咀华。此刻，它确定无疑就是你永恒的至爱了。你总想一读再读，每次捧起它都感觉新奇如初，而你也明白：因为内心深处的每一缕思绪都与它这般亲密，你已变得更加美好。
Once you get in deep enough, you know you could never put this book down.
情动至深那刻，你便知道自己再也将它割舍不下了。
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇（扩展3）
——经典电台美文阅读实用5篇
在日本，有两座寺庙，其中一个寺庙的僧人如果去菜市场买菜，一定要经过另一个寺庙。而每当此时，另一个寺庙的小和尚总要出来与之“斗法”。一天早上，又是如此。
“你到哪里去？”小和尚问道。
“脚到哪里，我到哪里！”买菜的小和尚答道。
问话的小和尚无话可说，败下阵来。
他回来请教自己的师父。
师父说：“明天继续问他，他如果还是这样回答，那你就问：“如果没有脚，你到哪里去？”他就一定答不出了。”
第二天，小和尚早早地等在寺庙门前，他认为自己这次一定胜券在握，一看见昨天那个小和尚走过来，就冲上前去问：“你到哪里去？”
“风到哪里，我就到哪里！”小和尚不慌不忙地回答道。
问话的小和尚再次语塞，只得再次回去请教师父。
师父这次有点儿不高兴，他说：“你怎么这么笨呢？你就问他：‘如果没有风，你到哪里去？’他一定答不出来！”
而且，师父进一步补充，“如果下一次他再随便编个名目，比如，水到哪里，我到哪里，那你就问他：“如果没有水，你到哪里去？”他一定答不出了！”
听了师父这番话，小和尚高兴极了。
第二天同样的场景。小和尚急不可耐地冲上前去问：“你到哪里去？”
“我到菜市场去”去买菜的小和尚不慌不忙地回答道。
问话的小和尚再一次无言以对。
这是一个讲禅的故事。
关于禅的故事数不胜数。
有的人说，禅是一种智慧；
有的人说，禅是一种人生态度；
还有人说，禅其实什么都不是。
迄今为止，禅没有一个明确的定义。大家都来描述它，但没人能够定义它。
“不可说，说了就是错；‘禅’只可意会，不可言传”，禅只可“以心传心”。
因为一旦定义了它，说它“是什么”，其实就已经说它“不是什么”了。
在一片很大的森林里，有一对夫妇。他们相亲后相爱，一直到死。
他们死后，夫妇的儿子和女儿便在森林里摘了满满一包无花果树的树种。准备摘来种到自己家里，去纪念自己的父母。
等他们回到家里，包里只剩下一棵树种，都有各自的理想。有理想的树种觉得太闷了，想让自己记住自己的理想，于是从包里跳了出来；没有理想的树就在包里慢慢睡着了被带回夫妇的家。
有理想的树种呀，跳呀跳呀，跳到了一棵无花果树上，那一棵无花果树也有理想，他很欢迎这些小家伙和自己谈论理想。
“我的理想是看到远处最美的风光，并在那儿住下去。”一棵树种说；另一树种说：“我的理想是当。”“我的理想是去天堂。”“我的理想是变成一只美丽的蝴蝶，在天上飞呀飞，那才叫好哩！”“的理想是……”
“的理想是能好好地生活下去。”那一棵无花果树说。
“嗯，的确很好，很赞同这个理想。”一棵树种说。
“的理想呢？”
窗台上的树种回答到：“没有理想。”
“怎样才能实现理想呢？”那一棵无花果树说。
树种灰心了，理想都不知道怎样实现，要理想干嘛？
“也许该干些什么。”无花果树想。从那以后，无花果树好好地活了下来。
小树种们慢慢地长大了。可是有一天，来了几位伐木工人要将这些树砍了，当柴烧。
树们觉醒了，虽然理想很简单，但自己还没去实现呢，它们后悔极了。
树们变成了柴，被扔进火里烧成了灰。灰是树的化身，实现理想就在灰身上了。
看哪！一阵风将灰们从地上托起。看到了远处最美的风景，在那儿安家了：灰变成了蝴蝶！在空中飞舞，在阳光的照耀下闪闪发光，美极了……
蝴蝶碰到了燕子，“燕子，麻烦告诉树，理想会帮助它实现的！”燕子点了点头，飞向那树生长的老地方。
到了，到了，燕子停下，对树生长的老地方大声喊：“树、树，灰帮们实现理想了，树，树，树……”
可是无一人回答燕子。
旁边的老树对自己身边的孩子说：“这就是树的理想。”
每当万家灯火夜静阑珊的时候，忙碌了一天的我，卸下满身心的疲惫，关上门窗，轻阻外界的一切纷扰喧嚣，摈弃人与人之间的尔虞我诈，褪尽浮华烦躁，在静谧的夜晚，不恋红尘似锦，一人，一书，一茶，在茶香，墨香，书香的氤氲缭绕中，悠然听一曲行云流水，任幽婉的琴音缓缓流入心池，在古琴悠悠中，阅一卷墨香，抒一笺眷恋，让尘心相守于音乐而浅醉，置放于书卷而芬芳。
腹有诗书气自华，最是书香能致远。喜字的我，爱静静品书香之美，在字字生香的书卷里，缱绻着内心的柔情，淡墨流韵的笔端，迤逦着念想中的浪漫，在美轮美奂的唐诗宋词里徜徉留恋，在岁月的光影里，感恩流年里的每一次相遇，几多风花雪月，几多缠绵缱绻，都在回眸一笑中，用文字编织成记忆永恒，随缕缕清风洒一路心语绵绵，多少相思在浅墨里留香，在月照窗台的柔情里，用一支素笔，润泽一卷旖旎柔暖的人生画卷。
闲捧诗书与墨欢，字字馨香结墨缘。我羡慕老子的心中无为便是道的洒脱自然;喜爱汪国真的没有比人更高的山，没有比脚更长的路的人生豪迈;伤感雪小禅的风瘦，雨瘦，梅瘦，相思也瘦的禅静之美;怀念徐志摩的挥一挥衣袖，不带走一片云彩的美妙意境;痴迷琼瑶的烟雨朦胧，有位佳人在水一方的凄美爱情。
我爱书，恋墨成痴，爱山山水水，陶冶情操，每当灵感空乏时，携一缕清风，悠闲的游走在高山绿草中，观红尘如黛，在山岚跃峻间，嗅碧草含香，品岁月悠悠，任闲云野鹤在头顶翩然掠过，而灵感也在这清风四溢的山峦中，层涌叠出，才兴大发。
一书一墨醉芳华，一字一词品墨雅。喜字的女子，独恋书卷中的寂寞香气，钟情文字里的温软深情，举手投足间，总散发着一种书香之美。这种美，是震撼人心的内在的气质之美，一种高雅脱俗之美。喜字的女子温暖静雅，在生活中淡如烟云，宠辱不惊。在繁华的世界里独雅芳华，气定神闲。喜字的女子最懂的品味生活，品味艺术。更喜爱一诗一墨一香茶，听风听雨听落花。爱独处一隅，细品时光静好，遥想一些惬意浪漫的故事，那如水的情怀，端庄的气质，深沉的内涵，总是在不经意间，渗透在言谈举止间。喜欢在自己的空间里守望一抹书香，任由思绪踏上笔尖，在墨香里浅吟低唱，在书卷里煮墨光阴。低眉间提笔抒念，在无声的世界里，拨开世间的烟尘，将红尘往事编织成梦，在浅墨流痕的*仄里，任由墨阑珊，字蔓延，将入心的美景和心事，人生的唯美与沧桑，用文字氤氲着满笺心语，日复一日，年复一年，笔走红尘，在墨香里细数流年。
流连忘返的昨天，在时间的梳理下，我学会了忘记。趋于绝望的心，终于，乘着风的脚步，渐行渐远。风，拟着我的心绪，也变得忧愁，只为陪伴着我。
夜静月明的星空，闪着皓亮的星，拂过细丝的风，为牛郎织女的相会，做最美丽的帷幕。薄纱的云，与风做着柔美的相抵，放慢无声的脚步，构衬绝对的静，透彻的净。洗净呜哗，相融于至真至美的情，令无韵的夜，温暖。
我仰望星空，心里一片澄净。悲伤的过往，早已无法装盛，借滚烫的泪水，奔涌于脸颊，挥尽在无边的空，因为，心是装载美得地方，我想还我的心，一片澄洁。
月光清幽，皎洁无暇，我透彻的双眼，弥留于星空，只为寻找牛郎织女的踪迹。可惜，喜鹊虽聚首，却只闻彼此的相鸣，它们的身影，在月光中，也被纯洁，无形。我颔首相抿。忽然之间，我醒悟过来，他们的爱情，已经纯洁得透彻，世俗的眼，怎能玷污这一美好。原来，我的眼中，还有污浊。
轻风揭开我的衣，掀起我的发，弹指之间，一切却也尘埃落定。这丝丝细流，像流淌的清泉，划过我的脸，飘逸而逝。往昔，怎在风的忧愁中，让我回溯到曾经，寻找那因你的快乐，为此的七夕准备？可待一切皆然之时，所有的境，也如一面破碎的镜子。散落一地，支离破碎。我的心，再一次在美好的幻境中，千疮百孔。
滚烫的泪，无声地夺眶而出，在你又一次纷扰我心时，我哑然，静然，唯有随心而之，随心想你，随心念你，随心盼你，随心，爱你。你！驻在了我心中，永远，无可代替，纵使终是一座墓碑，我依然要亲自为此刻写墓志铭“我爱过你。”
弹指之间，衣落发如初；弹指之间，风起风落；弹指之间，一切又回到现在，夜静月明。可是，仰头之间，我竟发现，鹊桥如虹，悬于净洁的空，桥上两人，相抚相依。我悠悠闭眼，为这份……我沉默，此刻，月清风高，我，心明如镜。
篱雨
晴天万里的时候，总是一身轻。然而，下雨天里，她总会盯着窗外的风景，凝视着滴滴敲落到地的雨。雨水与地的碰撞拍点在心尖上，理顺她盘藤般纠结的心，混与呐喊却无声的心言，组成一首独具风味的曲。她喜欢托着头，依偎在窗台，随蹲坐在脚踝旁的猫，静静的观察水波下的新绿。只有这时，她的心才能如止水不动，不荡漾，不涟漪；不随着浮华空虚的城到处流窜；不随着浮乱隐没的心四处奔波。
家门前有一排老旧的栅栏，围篱在年代久远的木房子外。原本红棕的漆已被雨水洗礼，木篱的颜色渐渐变了浅棕偏绿。雨从围栏上顺滑不舍的落地，泪从她的眼角滑落、滴落。她并不伤心，只是多愁善感，触景生情在内心感叹生命的流逝。
在朦胧的雨中看景，心也变得纯净。面对如此透明的情景，反射内心，不愿去思考人情世事，避免玷污美丽。暗淡的天亮了，明亮的心却黯淡。天晴了，明媚的心却混乱了。她收起视线，抱起老猫放在木地板上，尾随着它离去的脚步，感叹这一雨息。翻出泛黄已有毛边的日记本，小心翼翼的记录下了今天。
绿界
躺在油绿的草地上，伸出右手遮住双眼，滤过刺眼的强光，留下温暖的橙调。身后几米是几棵大树，投影着光圈。间隙中可见缕缕阳光，成一层层微亮的壁帘。画板倾斜着靠在她身上，和着几张画纸，随风飘扬。乌黑的长发因风在空中画出美丽的弧线，与之舞蹈、蹦跳。她放下手，直起身，默默的拿着纸张，向着太阳，一笔一笔的摹出眼前绿色的世界。
天空上几只喜鹊盘旋，翅膀的呼声响彻天空，却不吵杂。她闭紧双眼，吸吮着嫩草的芬芳；张开双臂，感受风的吹拂。仰起头，眯着眼，浏览湛蓝的苍穹，纯白的云染。
她走到树下，坐在树旁，记录下了绿树的幽老沧桑。画着画着，眉头微锁，双唇弯起不自然的弧度。眼神流露她内心无可诉说的忧虑及伤感，如射线，渐渐灼烧眼前的纸画。停笔，蜷身，抱住双腿四处环顾。风景深深的刻录在她的眼里，铭刻在坚强而脆弱的心上。
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇（扩展4）
——英语阅读(精选五篇)
LovePeopleInAllKindsOfWeather
Make sure your love is unconditional. Make sure you love people in all kinds of "weather". Or else what is the use if we love a person only when he is good or she is nice? When I need the people most that's when they leave me. All the time. So please, I hope you won't be like that. We always have to consider the other party, your companion's situation and mood. Maybe he's in difficulty right now. That's why his mood is not so sweet.
Maybe she has so much work to do and so many headaches, so she cannot be so darling like usual. That time is the time when we need to show our most noble quality, the way we want ourselves to be.
It's not that if you are sweet to that person then he will love you more. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. But that is not the point to be good and to be noble. To be good, to be noble is for ourselves because we choose to be that way, we want to keep being that way, and we feel good about it. It's not because, "Okay, now he needs me more. If I show more sympathy, then our love will be stronger"; It's not even to be considered.
But most of the time we fail the test. When people are in most difficulty, we just leave them, or we are cold and indifferent. "Oh, you're not nice to me. All right, all right.";"You'll come and need me soon."; Of course they will. When they're in a better mood, when everything goes better, of course they'll come around. But then it's too late. Then it is not love anymore. It's just a need for each other. That's different, because you are used to each other and you need each other sometimes out of habit, out of convenience, out of financial security reasons -- anything. But it's not true love.
True Love Always Prevails
True love is we stick together in "thick and thin";. Especially when it's thin, when it's troublesome. Then we should really bridge over the "troubled water". That's what they say in English. But most of us fail the test, to ourselves, not to our partners. He might leave you, he might stay with you, because you're nice or not nice. But you fail yourself. You leave yourself. You leave the most noble being that you really are. So we should check up on this to our family members or whomever that is beloved and dear to us. Most of the time in critical situations, we just turn our backs and that is no good.
Of course we have our anger, our frustrations, because our partners are not as loving as usual, or whomever that is; but he or she is in a different situation. At that time, she or he is in mental suffering. It's just as bad or even worse than physical suffering. Physical suffering you can take a pill or you can have an injection and it stops or at least temporarily stops, and you feel the effect right away; or at least if people are in physical suffering, everyone sympathizes with them.
But when they are in mental anguish, and we pound them more on that, and we turn our backs and become cold and indifferent, that is even more cruel, even worse. That person will be swimming alone in suffering. And especially they trust us as the next of kin, the next person, the one that they think they can rely on in times of need; and then at that time, we just turn around and are snobbish, because they didn't treat us nice so we just want to revenge. That's not the time. You can revenge later, when he's in better shape. Just slap him.
I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree -- the herald of spring, ushering in the dawn...
I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense...
I like the subtle wind. In spring, it steals a kiss on my cheek; in autumn, it caresses my face; in summer, it brings in cool sweet smell; in winter, it carries a crisp chilliness...
I like the subtle taste of tea that last long after a sip. The subtle bitter is what it is meant to be...
I like the subtle friendship that does not hold people together. In stead, an occasional greeting spreads our longings far beyond...
I like the subtle longing for a friend, when I sink dee*** in a couch, mind wandering in memories of the past...
Love should also be subtle, without enslaving the ones fallen into her arms. Not a bit less nor a bit more...
Subtle friendship is true; subtle greetings are enough; subtle love is tender; subtle longing is deep; subtle wishes come from the bottom of your heart...
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.
"Leave him alone" I yelled as I walked out of the orphanage gate and saw several of the Spring Park School bullies pushing the deaf kid around. I did not know the boy at all but I knew that we were about the same age, because of his size. He lived in the old white house across the street from the orphanage where I lived. I had seen him on his front porch several times doing absolutely nothing, except just sitting there making funny like hand movements.
In the summer time we didn't get much to eat for Sunday supper, except watermelon and then we had to eat it outside behind the dining room so we would not make a mess on the tables inside. About the only time that I would see him was through the high chain-link fence that surrounded the orphanage when we ate our watermelon outside.
The deaf kid started making all kind of hand signals, real fast like. "You are a stupid idiot" said the bigger of the two bullies as he pushed the boy down on the ground. The other bully ran around behind the boy and kicked him as hard as he could in the back. The deaf boy's body started shaking all over and he curled up in a ball trying to shield and hide his face. He looked like he was trying to cry, or something but he just couldn't make any sounds, I don't think.
I ran as fast as I could back through the orphanage gate and into the thick azalea bushes. I uncovered my home-made bow which I had constructed out of bamboo and string. I grabbed four arrows that were also made of bamboo and they had coca cola tops bent around the ends to make real sharp tips. Then I ran back out the gate with an arrow cocked in the bow and I just stood there quiet like, breathing real hard just daring either one of them to kick or touch the boy again.
"You're a dumb freak just like him you big eared creep" said one of the boys as he grabbed his friend and backed off far enough so that the arrow would not hit them. "If you're so brave kick him again now" I said, shaking like a leaf. The bigger of the two bullies ran up and kicked the deaf boy in the middle of his back as hard as he could and then he ran out of arrow range again.
The boy jerked about and then made a sound that I will never forget for as long as I live. It was the sound like a whale makes when it has been harpooned and knows that it is about to die. I fired all four of my arrows at the two bullies as they ran away laughing about what they had done.
I pulled the boy up off the ground and helped him back to his house which was about two blocks down the street from the school building. When we reached his home his sister told me that her brother was deaf but that he was not dumb like the two bullies said. That he was very smart but could not say or hear anything. I told her that he did make a sound when the bully kicked him in the back. She told me that I must be mistaken because all her brother's vocal cords had been removed during an experimental surgery, which had failed.
The boy made one of those hand signs at me as I was about to leave. I asked his sister "if your brother is so smart then why is he doing things like that with his hands?" She told me that he was saying that he loved me with his hands. I didn't say anything back to her at all because I didn't believe her. People can't talk with their hands and everybody knows that. People can only talk with their mouth.
Almost every Sunday for the next year or two I could see the boy through the chain-link fence as we ate watermelon outside behind the dining room, during the summer time. He always made that same funny hand sign at me and I would just wave back at him, not knowing what else to do.
On my very last day in the orphanage I was being chased by the police. They told me that I was being sent off to the Florida School for Boys Reform School, at Marianna so I ran to get away from them. They chased me around the dining room building several times and finally I made a dash for the chain-link fence and tried to climb over in order to escape. I saw the deaf boy sitting there on his porch just looking at me as they pulled me down from the fence and handcuffed me. The boy, now about twelve jumped up and ran across San Diego Road, placed his fingers through the chain-link fence and just stood there looking at us.
They dragged me by my legs, screaming and yelling for more than several hundred yards through the dirt and pine-straw to the waiting police car. All I could hear the entire time was the high pitched sound of that whale being harpooned again. As we pulled away in the police car I saw the deaf boy loosen his grip on the fence and slide very slowly to the ground and lower his head into the leaves and pine straw. That is when I realized that he probably really did love me and he wanted to save me because he thought that I too was making the whale sound.
I think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. It begins with innocent childhood, followed by awkward adolescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society, with its young passions and follies, its ideals and ambitions; then it reaches a manhood of intense activities, profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature; at middle age, there is a slight easing of tension, a mellowing of character like the ripening of fruit or the mellowing of good wine, and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant, more cynical and at the same time a kindlier view of life; then In the sunset of our life, the endocrine glands decrease their activity, and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern according to it, it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment; finally, life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep, never to wake up again.
One should be able to sense the beauty of this rhythm of life, to appreciate, as we do in grand symphonies, its main theme, its strains of conflict and the final resolution. The movements of these cycles are very much the same in a normal life, but the music must be provided by the individual himself. In some souls, the discordant note becomes harsher and harsher and finally overwhelms or submerges the main melody. Sometimes the discordant note gains so much power that the music can no longer go on, and the individual shoots himself with a pistol or jump into a river. But that is because his original leitmotif has been hopelessly over-showed through the lack of a good self-education. Otherwise the normal human life runs to its normal end in kind of dignified movement and procession. There are sometimes in many of us too many staccatos or impetuosos, and because the tempo is wrong, the music is not pleasing to the ear; we might have more of the grand rhythm and majestic tempo o the Ganges, flowing slowly and eternally into the sea.
No one can say that life with childhood, manhood and old age is not a beautiful arrangement; the day has its morning, noon and sunset, and the year has its seasons, and it is good that it is so. There is no good or bad in life, except what is good according to its own season. And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem. Shakespeare has expressed this idea more graphically in his passage about the seven stages of life, and a good many Chinese writers have said about the same thing. It is curious that Shakespeare was never very religious, or very much concerned with religion. I think this was his greatness; he took human life largely as it was, and intruded himself as little upon the general scheme of things as he did upon the characters of his plays. Shakespeare was like Nature itself, and that is the greatest compliment we can pay to a writer or thinker. He merely lived, observed life and went away.
译文：
我以为，从生物学角度看，人的一生恰如诗歌。人生自有其韵律和节奏，自有内在的生成与衰亡。人生始于无邪的童年，经过少年的青涩，带着激情与无知，理想与雄心，笨拙而努力地走向成熟;后来人到壮年，经历渐广，阅人渐多，涉世渐深，收益也渐大;及至中年，人生的紧张得以舒缓，人的性格日渐成熟，如芳馥之果实，如醇美之佳酿，更具容忍之心，处世虽更悲观，但对人生的态度趋于和善;再后来就是人生迟暮，内分泌系统活动减少，若此时吾辈已经悟得老年真谛，并据此安排残年，那生活将和*，宁静，安详而知足;终于，生命之烛摇曳而终熄灭，人开始永恒的长眠，不再醒来。
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇（扩展5）
——英语经典美文摘抄实用5篇
明天（星期五）全班同学将去参观科学博物馆（the Science Museum），由你（班长）通知全体同学。（通知的开头和结尾已给出）内容如下：1下星期一交一份有关参观的报告。3不可在博物馆内大声喧哗及拍照。5 We will meet at the school gate at eight in the morning and we will go there on foot We should listen and watch carefully and write down something interesting when you visit the museum Youll have to hand in a report about the visit next Monday参加者：美国北地中学校队和我校校队2时间：2005年11月20日（星期天）下午4点4海报发出时间：2005年11月14日
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Friendly Basketball Match
Under the auspices of the Recreational and Physical Culture Department of the Students Union of our school,a friendly basketball watch will be held between the visiting UNorthfield Team and ours on the cement basketball count on Sunday, November20th 2005 at 4:00 p
the Recreational and Physical Culture Department of the Students Union
November14th 2005
Almost everybody loves music, because music has its power. It can brings joy to people when they feel upset. As for me, when I am not happy, I will turn up the music in my bedroom, singing loudly and shaking my body. As I'm immersed in the music world, I will forget the annoyance and become active again. Music also brings me the happy memories. Some songs have special meaning for me. Whenever I hear them, the happy memories will appear in my mind. I feel life is such wonderful for me. Music is the most beautiful language in the world. It touches everybody's heart with beautiful rhythm.
几乎每个人都喜欢音乐，因为音乐有它自己的力量。当人们感到心烦意乱的时候音乐可以给他们带来欢乐。对于我，当我不开心时，我会在我的卧室放起音乐，大声唱歌并摇摆我的身体。当我沉浸在音乐的世界里，我就会忘记烦恼，变得活跃起来。音乐也给我带来了美好的回忆。有些歌曲对我来说有特殊的意义。只要我听到歌曲，美好的回忆就会出现在我的脑海里，我觉得生活是如此的精彩。音乐是世界上最美的语言，它用美丽的节奏触动每个人的心灵。
My mother is sixty-three years old, and for the last forty year she has been the village doctor. She has a small clinic that she prepares medicine and treats small injuries, and also sells canned powder milk. Our house has people in and out at all hours of the day and night. The villagers always like to come to her clinic to see the doctor and to meet their neighbors, too. Almost all the villagers come to my mother when their baby is due. My mother is very good at predicting the day the baby will come.
Sometimes my mother will not get enough sleep if the babies come late at night or early in the morning. There are special rooms for the mother and baby, and usually they stay at the doctor's house about twenty-four hours. We always like to see the new babies get their first bath because they look so red and small. All the village people know and trust my mother because she is such a quiet, kind, and experienced friend of theirs.
我叫谢方锐，今年九岁，是实验一校二年级一班的学生。
My name is Xie Fangrui. I'm nine years old. I'm a student of class one, grade two, experimental school one.
我有一双圆圆的有神的大眼睛，圆圆的脸蛋，尖尖的下巴。我的个头不算高，只达到妈妈的脖子那儿。
I have big round eyes, round face and sharp chin. I'm not tall, just up to my mother's neck.
我最大的优点就是爱动脑筋，遇事总是*惯问个为什么？当然，我也有最大的缺点，不爱护玩具。记得小时候，爸爸给我买了一个玩具人，不到半天的时间，我就弄坏了。
My biggest advantage is that I like to use my brain. I am used to asking why when I am in trouble? Of course, I also have the biggest disadvantage of not caring for toys. I remember when I was a kid, my father bought me a toy man. In less than half a day, I broke it.
我有很多爱好，比如：我喜欢运动，更喜欢跳远；我喜欢吃水果，最喜欢吃西瓜……
I have many hobbies, such as: I like sports, more like long jump; I like eating fruit, most like eating watermelon
你看我还可爱吧？
Do you think I'm cute?
Everyone knows that there is a very important sports meeting over the world called the Olympic Games. It’s held once every four years.The twenty-ninth Olympic Games will be held in Beijing which is the captial of China. Beijing is an old but beautiful city, there are many places that are famous for their scenery or historical relics here. For example , the Great Wall , the Forbidden City , the Temple of Heaven and so on, they all show the history and culture of China.
“One World , One Dream”is the slogan of the twenty-ninth Olympic Games.
And do you know the five happy babies? They are Beibei、Jingjing、Huanhuan、Yingying and Nini. In fact, they’re the personifications of animals.
With the nice city, with the good slogan and the five happy babies, the most important is with the industrions Chinese people. I think the twenty-ninth Olympic Games will have a great success!
Welcome to Beijing , welcome to China !
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇（扩展6）
——经典美文朗诵实用五份
不能设想，古罗马的角斗场需要重建，庞贝古城需要重建，柬埔寨的吴哥窟需要重建，玛雅文化遗址需要重建。这就像不能设想，远年的古铜器需要抛光，出土的断戟需要镀镍，宋版图书需要上塑、马王堆的汉代老太需要植皮丰胸、重施浓妆。
只要历史不阻断，时间不倒退，一切都会衰老。老就老了吧，安详地交给世界一副慈祥美。假饰天真是最残酷的自我糟践。没有皱纹的祖母是可怕的，没有白发的老者是让人遗憾的;没有废墟的人生太累了，没有废墟的大地太挤了，掩盖废墟的举动太伪诈了。
还历史以真实，还生命以过程。
——这就是人类的大明智。当然，并非所有的废墟都值得留存，否则地球将会伤痕斑斑。废墟是古代派住现代的使节，经过历史的挑剔和筛选。废墟是祖辈曾经发动过的壮举，会聚着当时的力量和精粹。废墟是一个磁场，一极古代，一极现代，心灵的罗盘在这里感应强烈。失去了磁力就失去了废墟的生命，它很快就会被人们淘汰。
岁月又那么轻轻地走过一季。北方已是漫天飞雪了，南方却还有丝丝阳光依依残留，或明或灰的变幻着脸庞，似乎想抓住夏的一角裙裾，渲染成最后的色彩，留给夜间那弯冷月扣锁清秋。
喜欢在这样的深夜漫步在城市街头，披上白月光，迎着扑面而来的微凉，静静地任思绪徜徉。像这样的独自漫步，在我漂泊的路上应该不是一次或几次的事了，大多的时候我都愿意这样一个人行走，独享这一份心灵的宁静。街旁树枝的叶儿已然在秋风中萧然飘落，只徒留光秃秃的枝干在冷月下落寞。一岁一枯荣呵，人生何尝不是如此?聚聚散散，来来去去，道不出无情抑或有情，难料到何去何从。谁是谁的过客，谁是谁的宿命?只将满腹心事寄予一帘清秋消融。
冷月，清秋，原是这般催人心生惆怅，或者这种感觉只有像我这样的人才能体会。每当夜幕降临，潜在心底的怅然便拉开了帷幕，几乎在同一时间交错，夜色的美丽与心中的忧伤并存，无言中思绪笼罩清秋，蔓延到头上这弯冷月。也许人倦累了可以闭上眼睛，将一切美好的憧憬寄予梦中去虚幻的成全，将一切忧伤和痛苦在无知无觉中休眠。那么，这个无人痛惜的夜晚，这弯清寒的冷月，却又是如何孤独的离去?或许清秋或许冷月在亘古的变迁中早已淡定从容了，季节赋予它们在特定的时间特定的环境与人间不期而至，为这斑斓的世界涂上一层灰白的颜色，那么忧伤，那么仓促，只怕霜降一过冬将来临，朵朵嫣红片片落叶只能沉没在雪的静谧之下，静待轮回。
辗转到这个江南的小城刚刚月余，看不到那些念想中翠绿的风景，只有一种萧瑟映入忧郁的眼帘。或许这个城市的风景很优雅，又或许这个城市的故事很斑驳，灯火阑珊处也有一份温情慰藉漂泊的心灵。然而，城市的繁华和柔情却推开不了一道刻意设置的冷漠心墙，形色里依然想念的是故乡那条小巷，依然牵挂的是送我远行风中挥舞着两手的白发爹娘。
脚步不停穿梭在熙熙攘攘的尘世之中，不知道下一站是否有一盏为我彻夜燃守的灯火，或者我转身离去的身后是否有思念挂在酸楚的脸上。倘若可以，真的愿意回首来时路，且让时光与之一起驻留，静静地看着岁月流逝，追忆那些天真快乐的童真，祭奠那些不回的青春。那些没有忧愁的日子哦，那些用泪水打湿的欢乐和痛苦哦，闭眼一想，恍如昨日，可是竟再也抓不住远去的寸影，再也无法挽留微薄的片刻，唯有暗香的芳菲夜色在一旁静静地诠释着花开花谢潮涨潮退。
不知前面已走过多远的路，却明白将要再走的路依然漫长，于是只能挺起胸膛任凭风吹雨打，在跋涉中学会坚强学会固守寂寞。那些过往已然远了，未知像一团飘渺的云雾在前方笼罩，我不知道继续前行将之拨开会看到什么，其实，那又有何重要的呢?这些年跌跌撞撞一路走来不都是一样在面对与抉择么?不同的是，那时年少轻狂无所谓对错无所谓输赢，还有许多机会去改变和原谅自己。而今，不惑之年，曾经的万丈豪情已被岁月腐蚀得只剩下一副千疮百孔的身躯了，我还能一如当初那般沧海一声笑吗?
茫然间仰首又望头上这弯冷月，寂寥的天宇中愈发清亮，无言无语在云层里浮影浮现，一丝怅然又涌上心头。这些忧伤与心底的寂寞原是骨子里潜在的东西，即便不是在这个清秋，即便头上没有这弯冷月，流年依然无法焚化而了，像是一只折翼的蝴蝶，蹁跹了一生也放逐不出经典曼妙的舞姿，就算穷尽此生中一年年清秋，一弯弯冷月又怎能抵得过那游弋了千年岁月中滋生的悲凉?
是不是每一个人都有属于自己的经历，是不是每个人脸上都披着面纱活着?而我每天也在时间和生命里为着温饱为着念想疲惫的奔波，不知道在人海中算不算是一个故事?因为我曾经憧憬过太多美好的东西，比如名利，比如爱情，要知道不是每一个人都可能遇上或者长久的拥有，因为这些东西可遇而不可求，所以只能顺其自然。或者，每个人能够不用苦争朝夕就可以怀揣杂陈一辈子的东西只怕就剩下忧郁和回忆了。或者，唯我如此。
世事知几何?谁也无法预测自己的未来，每个人都在自己的舞台上演绎一场独角戏，每个人都是这场戏的主角，为自己写下故事，为自己导演情节。顺流直下，逆流而上，朝云看晨曦，暮雨伤清秋，悲中泣，喜中笑，聚也依依，散也依依，唯自己可知，唯自己能懂，任凭世事如何变迁，任凭人潮中如何拥挤，只望留下这一方小小的舞台供自己尽情挥舞，直到落下帷幕。
一路漫步，思绪也在意念中没有章法的飘摇。喜欢清秋更迷恋头上这弯冷月，不仅仅是可以享受这份清凉芬芳的味道，更多的是让我觉得这个季节符合我潜意识当中那份情怀所寄。没有哪一个季节象这清秋的夜晚让我可以静下心来，远离世间的纷尘俗念，还有心灵深处的晦涩和沉垢，没有人会窥探你的心事，没有人会打扰你在静处中修复经年残留的伤口，就这样踩在满是落叶的路上，把心里那些爱的，恨的，痛的，碎的，或捂在胸口痴想或丢在风里遗忘。且让夜风拂来，聆听那风中的声声叹息，叹韶华远去，叹落红无情，叹得才下眉头又上心头，只将自己寂寥的身影藏在清秋的夜色中，满腹心事点点滴滴说与这弯冷月知道。
清秋，有些微凉却不寒冷，有些萧瑟却不颓废，在我这种痴人心里，它是四季中最美的景色。春有些明媚，载不动离愁，夏有些激情，静不了心灵，冬有些寒冷，禁锢了温暖。唯有清秋，半是空灵，半是轻盈，给人一些淡淡的忧伤却愈发清晰地洞悉着人生的深邃，把世间的生死荣辱一一看透。
痴了，痴了，红尘万般事，恰似一弯冷月锁清秋。
时间可以摧毁世界上的一切，可以把最坚固的城堡化作历史的残迹，可以把人类的偶像和权威化成灰烬，可以把英雄的利剑化作孩子的玩物，可以把布满大森林的山脉变成布满珊瑚丛的无边的海洋。然而，时间也可以造就一切，可以给猿人居住的洞穴变成金碧辉煌的高楼，可以给曾是残破的荒村变成繁华的城市，也可以使无知的孩子变成百科全书式的学者，在自己的心中展开一个智慧的大星空。在文学的殿堂里
在神圣的文学殿堂里，我也可以感受到恬美空灵的自然之息┄┄我可以站在梅雨潭边感受朱自清描写的绿色的陶醉，也可以站在西湖边聆听柳浪与黄莺的对答；我可以乘着刚朵拉去描绘东方威尼斯的图画，也可以**在荷花池边欣赏如裙般洁白的荷花；我可以手执长矛独立朔漠，感受那“风萧萧兮易水寒”的悲壮，也可以在夕阳下看那“古道西风瘦马”┄┄在文学里融入自然会感到别有一番风味。
在文学的殿堂里，我可以朝谒曹子建，拜访李太白；悲白娘子永镇雷峰塔，叹孟姜女寻夫哭长城，扬鞭策马驼铃古道，玉扇踯躅杏花南┄┄人类那永恒的美、悲壮的爱，在历史长河中闪烁，在我的心灵中升华┄┄我还可以欣
赏战国诸子蜂起、百家争鸣，秦时的明月汉时的雄关，西晋竹林七贤的隐逸，唐的繁华与宋的儒雅，元的四海归一以及明清的)肃穆庄严许诺
不要太相信许诺/许诺是时间结出的松果/松果尽管美妙/谁能保证不会被季节打落/机会，凭自己争取/命运，靠自己把握/生命，是自己的画板/为什么要依赖别人着色。
今天的天气和上周比终于温暖了许多，奶奶决定去市场买点东西，我主动提出陪奶奶一起去。
到了市场，买东西和卖东西的人都很多，奶奶也买了好多好多东西，有我爱吃的肉和茧蛹，还有白菜、萝卜、面包等等很多、很重，我就主动帮助奶奶提着，奶奶开心的笑了：“我大孙子长大了，能帮奶奶干活了”。回来的路上路过一家水果店，奶奶想起了我最爱吃的橙子家里没有了，就不顾已经提的很重了去给我买，我就在路边等着奶奶。看着奶奶的背影，我突然发现奶奶明显变得老了，印象中的奶奶一直身材挺拔，走路脚上带着风，总是不知疲倦的忙碌着，从来也不说累。可是现在的奶**发花白了许多，背也开始有点驼了，曾经带给我温暖和坚实的肩膀变得单薄了。去年奶奶做了腰部手术后，走路的样子开始有些蹒跚，脚步有些迟疑，走得多了快了就会头晕。我真的意识到我的奶奶老了。小时候都是奶奶照顾我，现在是时候我来照顾奶奶了。我提着东西，加快了脚步，在熙熙攘攘的人群中，寻着奶奶的背影赶去，那一刻，我想赶到奶奶身边，什么也不说，只想让奶奶知道，她的身边会一直有我……
奶奶的爱像四季不离的春风，温暖了我的心田；奶奶的爱像温柔绵绵细雨，滋润着我成长；奶奶的爱像倔强生长的大树，为我遮风挡雨……我永远爱我的奶奶！
孩提时小家成员之外印象最深的人是姥姥。
她是一位在我眼中永远都在不停劳作的慈祥老人。
自我懵懂记事到长大**，从没见老人家清闲过，不是房前屋后的收拾庭院，就是锅左灶右的忙活着她一大家子的一日三餐，唯有老人家拧线时才算是她最悠闲的光景，那就算是老人独特的休息方式吧。
说起老人的慈祥，是因为从我记事开始，就未曾有过老人着急或发火的记忆，饱受生活磨砺的脸上，一直都是温良*淡的微笑，她对待乡邻尊长向来谦恭有礼，对待左*的晚辈儿童更是呵护有加。在我上小学时，那会人们的生活都不是很宽裕，物质相对匮乏，大家的经济条件也不好，勉强温饱。母亲为了孝敬老人，时常会买了些条酥、羊角蜜或三刀，放在广口的宝砂糖玻璃瓶里，以备老人*时享用，可她老人家每每的悄悄拿来给我们小孩儿当零嘴，老人家自己几乎舍不得吃上一口，这方面似乎姥姥对我一直尤其的偏爱，至今记忆犹新。
姥姥不识字，地地道道的农家妇女，老人家朴实温和的善良性格、勤劳朴素的生活态度是她一直的特征，老人自己有二个孙子二个孙女，全由她一手带大，除此之外，我们家兄弟姊妹三个也是她老人家带大的，因为早年父亲在外地工作，母亲在单位上班，所以我们小家的孩子照顾、家务琐事，母亲都求姥姥帮忙，因而我和姥姥的感情最深，想想孩时睡梦前老人家缓缓念叨的催眠歌谣：“小红孩，推红车，一推推到高岗上，脱裤挠痒痒，南边来个大黄狗，照腚咬一口，亲娘来，晚娘来，拿点面，糊腚瓣，腚瓣糊好了，小车推跑了”。至今仿佛还在耳边回响！炎热的夏夜，大家*地而憩在场上纳凉，姥姥怕蚊虫叮咬我们，不停的用扇子轻轻的扇风驱赶着蚊虫，她手中扇子的柔风似乎一直还在清凉的触动着我的肌肤。让我印象深刻的还有在那农村老家被烟火熏黑的锅屋里，在那配有手拉风箱的地锅旁，姥姥总是能变出香甜脆糯的烤山芋，然后用她那因经年劳作而粗糙的双手帮我剥去山芋的外皮，看着我美美的享受那谁见了都要流口水的美味，那感觉是现在所有超市食品都不能给的。说到姥姥的手真的很粗糙，不过，一年四季春夏秋冬，透过她的手，给我的感觉随时都是满满的柔柔的温暖和爱意。
时光如梭，不觉间兄弟姊妹大家都相继长大了，姥姥也在她不停的劳作中慢慢变老，常年的艰辛劳碌老人家的腰累弯成几*九十度，随着孩子们一天天的长大、参加社会工作，劳作了一辈子的姥姥虽不在需要像早年那样辛苦做事，但依然是拾掇这拾掇那，空闲不下。那一年，姥姥老了！当时我由于工作原因之前定好要去外地公差，姥姥恰在那个时侯要离我们而去，征得长辈们同意没能在家护送姥姥“下湖”，回想起来，还是坚持姥姥会理解和原谅我，现在想来那时由于年少不经事带来的遗憾虽是终生所不能弥补的，但是，姥姥会理解和宽容我，因为，姥姥她老人家真的是善良和宽厚的化身！
我母亲的性格、品行酷似姥姥，一生宽厚对人，作为女儿，作为妻子，作为母亲，作为同事无有任何让人挑剔的地方，善良的她几乎不会和旁人红脸，在单位工作从来都是抢着干，认真执着，从未有差错；同事相处融洽和睦，对待老家的亲朋邻里更是和善乐施，作为子女，我一直以母亲的品格为榜样，与人宽厚相处！避免了许多的纷争和不愉快！家常便饭母亲也显得计划有度、细致周详，一般的食材原料她总能烹调出美妙可口的饭菜，花费不多也会让家人换着花样的享受餐餐美味的感觉！普通的蜜枣配以不同的五谷杂粮，熬制成香甜融糯的八宝粥；野地里自采的荠菜不一会就变成了香喷喷的热饺子；洋槐花开的季节，我们会吃到最新鲜的槐花炒鸡蛋；太多的心情都揉进了母亲给予我们的一日三餐和粗茶淡饭里。
岁月无情，母亲也已慢慢步入老年，虽不如从前那般健硕，但让我们感到欣慰的是，她依然那样朝气满满，晨练、采买、家务仍然劲头十足，保持不变的却是一直伴随她的善良和热心。
多愁善感人皆有之，由姥姥想到母亲，继而熟悉的人和事，或许会因为一碗蜜枣稀饭联想起一个人、一件事；或许不经意间在经过一条路时会莫名想起一些奇怪的数字120公里等等，只或是在一个动态的时间偶然幻觉出沉淀的思绪。大概每个人都会不自觉的去怀想一些美好的记忆，舒心愉悦的生活时段，或应连梦中展现的都是快乐开心的意境，由此想来，但凡多想想美好向上的东西，应该不是一件让人不悦的事。
有感而发随意几笔，人生无常，知足常乐；达官贵人王公贵族也好，布衣百姓市井小民也罢，无不如此。如今之生存环境，说不上恶劣，但基本生存的底气比起从前人们似乎都足了很多，大家对精神层面的东西依赖度与之物质层面似乎成了反比，世界观价值观道德观人生观等等，自然到了仁者见仁智者见智的时候！僵化的脑袋，跳跃式思维，天马行空般想到了些许片段，难免不让人觉得不知所云不知所以然。
英语经典美文阅读实用五篇（扩展7）
——适合大学生阅读的英语美文优选【五】份
我是个没有什么大志愿的人。我向来没说过自己有如何了不起的学问与天才，也没觉得谁的职业比我自己的高贵或低贱。我只希望吃的饱，穿的暖，而尽心尽力的写些文章。
I am not an amb’s profession as superior or inferior. I merely hope to have enough to eat and enough to wear so that I can dedicate myself to writing.
在写文章中我可是有个志愿——希望能写出一本好的剧本来。虽然我是没有什么远大志愿的人，这个志愿——写个好剧本——可的确不算很小。要达到这个志愿，我须第一，去读很多很多的书——顶好是能上外国去读几年书。第二，我须有戏必看，去“养”我的眼睛。第三，我想我应当到什么剧团中作二年职员，天天和导演、演员、与其他的专门的技术人员有亲密的接触。第四，或者我还应当学学演戏，常扮个什么不重要的角色。把上述四项都作到，我还不知道我是否有写剧的天才。假若没有，我的工夫虽然下到了，可还是难以如愿。这个志愿真的不算小!
Talking about writing, I have a dream to realize. I hope I can write a good play some day. This dream, however, is not a small one. To realize my dream, firstly I need to read a lot or, better still, spend a couple of years studying abroad. Secondly, I must go to the theater and see as many plays as possible to cultivate my eyes. Thirdly, I should get a job at the theater for a year or two to be in everyday contact with directors, actors and all kinds of technicians. Fourthly, perhaps, I should also learn some acting, getting a minor role to play from time to time. Even with all these prerequisites fulfilled, I am still not sure that I have the aptitude of a playwright. If not, my dream cannot come true even if I have worked the hardest. So you see, in this sense, my dream is really not a small one.
恐怕有人以为我不很实诚吧——写个剧本也值得发这么大的愿?好，让咱们往远里说说吧。第一，即使在没有用文字写出来的小说的民族中，他们也必定有口传的`诗歌与故事，人，从一个意义来说，是活在记忆中的。他记得过去，才关切将来。否则他们活在虚无飘渺中，不知自己从何而来，和要往哪里去。因此，文艺——不管是写出来的还是口传的一一老不会死亡。文艺出丧的日子，也就是文化死亡的时候。
You might think I am not telling the truth一making such a ftiss over the mere writing of a play. Very well. Let us look at the matter in a broader perspective. Even in a nation without written fiction, there must be bAllads and folk-tales passed down orally. Man, in a sense, lives in memory. As he remembers the past, he cares for the future. Otherwise he loses his sense of continuity not knowing where he comes from and where he is going. Therefore, literature and arts, either in written form or oral, will never die. If they did, culture would die too.
你看，文艺有多么重要!
You see how important literature and arts are!
第二，等到文化较高了，人们——受宗教的或社会行动的带动——才发明了戏剧。戏剧比诗歌与故事年轻，而在服装上，动作上，谈吐上，都比它的哥哥们更漂亮、活泼、文雅的多。戏剧把当时的文化整个的活现在人的眼前。文化有多么高，多么大，它也就有多么高，多么大。有了戏剧的民族，不会再返归野蛮，它需要好的故事，好的思想，好言语，好的音乐、服装、跳舞，与好的舞台。它还需要受过特别训练的演员与有教养的观众。它不但要包括艺术，也要包括文化!戏剧，从一个意义来说，是文化的发言人。假如你还不大看起戏剧，就请想想看吧，有没有第二个东西足以代替它?准保没有!再看看，哪一个野蛮民族“有”真正的戏剧?和哪个文化高的民族，“没有”戏剧?
And then, it was not until culture was further developed that man, stimulated by religious and social activities, invented drama. Drama is a genre much younger than poetry and fiction, but more beautiful and lively and more refined in constume, acting and monologue or dialogue. Drama presents to the audience the culture of the day in a vivid manner. It develops along with culture. When a nation is developed in drama, it can never be barbarized again because drama requires good stories with good ideas, refined language and good music, graceful dancing and a good stage; it also requires well-trained actors and actresses and well-mannered audiences. It is integrated with arts and culture as well. To a certain degree drama is the spokesman of culture. If by now you still held drama in contempt, I’d like you to think about one question: Is there anything else that can substitute for drama? I can assure you there is none. Here is another question for you to think about: Is there any barbarous tribe that is developed in real drama or any civilized country that is without drama?
你看，戏剧有多么重要!
You see how important drama is!
戏剧既是这么大的东西，我怎能不为要写个剧本而下个很大的志愿呢?它的根子虽然生长在文艺的园地里，它所吸取的却是艺术全部的养分啊!
Since drama is so important, don't you think I should make a resolution to write one? Drama is rooted in the soil of literature and arts, but it absorbs nourishment All arts.
好吧，虽然我是个没有什么远志的人，我却要在今天——戏剧节一一定下这么一个大志愿。这并不是要凑凑热闹，而是想在文化的建设中写写少不得的戏剧呀!文化滋养艺术，艺术又翻回头来领导文化，建设文化。在艺术中，能综合艺术各部门而求其总效果的，只有戏剧。
Well, though I am not an ambitious person, I want to make a resolution on the occasion of this Drama Festival. I don’t mean to add to the clamor but to write some plays that are indispensable to the growth of culture. Literature and arts take nourishment from culture and at the same time guide and promote culture. Of all the genres of literature and arts, drama is the only one that integrates other arts with their artistic effects.
抗战与文化建设须携手而行。那么，我要立志写个好剧本，大概并不能算作无聊。至于我能否如愿以偿，那就看我的努力如何了。愿与戏剧同仁共勉之。
The construction of culture has an important role to play in the War against Japanese Aggression. So when I say I want to write a good play, I am not talking nonsense. As for whether I will be able to realize my dream, it all depends on how hard I work. I am willing to work in this field together with my friends and colleagues to achieve this goal.
I'm one of those people who's terrible at saying no. I take on too many projects at once, and spend too much of my time doing things I'd rather not be. I get stuff done, but it's not always the best I can do, or the best way I can spend my time.
That's why my newest goal, both as a professional and a person, is to be a quitter.
Being a quitter isn't being someone who gives up, who doesn't see important things through to the end. I aspire to be the opposite of those things, and think we all should. The quitter I want to be is someone who gets out when there's no value to be added, or when that value comes at the expense of something more important.
I want to quit doing things that I'm asked to do, for no other reason than I'm asked to do it. I want to be able to quit something in mid-stream, because I realize there’s nothing good coming from it.
A friend of mine once told me that "I knew I was an adult when I could stop reading a book, even after getting 500 pages into it." Odd though it sounds, we all tend to do this. We get involved in something, realize we don't want to be a part of it, but keep trucking through. We say "well, I've already invested so much time in this, I might as well stick it out."
I propose the opposite: quit as often as possible, regardless of project status or time invested. If you're reading a book, and don't like it, stop reading. Cut your losses, realize that the smartest thing to do is stop before your losses grow even more, and quit. If you're working on a project at work that isn't going anywhere, but you've already invested tons of time on it, quit. Take the time gained by quitting the pointless project, and put it toward something of value. Instead of reading an entire book you hate, read 1/2 a bad one and 1/2 a good one. Isn't that a better use of your time?
If you're stuck doing something, and don't really want to do it anymore, step back for a second. Ask if you really have to do this, and what value is being produced from your doing it. Don't think about the time you've put into it, or how much it's taken over your life. If you don't want to do it, and don't have to do it, don't do it.
By quitting these things, you'll free up time to do things that actually do create value, for yourself and for others. You'll have time to read all the great books out there, or at least a couple more. You’ll be able to begin to put your time and effort into the things you'd actually like to do.
Let's try it together: what are the things you're doing, that you're only doing because you've been doing them for so long? Quit. Don't let time spent dictate time you will spend. Let's learn how to say "no" at the beginning, or in the middle, and free up more of our time to do the things we’d like to be doing, and the things actually worth doing.
Saying no is hard, and admitting a mistaken yes is even harder. But if we do both, we'll start to make sure that we're spending our time creating value, rather than aggravating our losses. Let's be quitters together.
What do you think? What in your life can you quit?
Jiuzhaigou, China's Fairyland
蜀中山水，不知迷醉了多少古人和今人……
Sichuan Province in southwest China is renowned for its many fascinatingnatural wonderswhich have attraaed millions of travelers over the centuries.
*年来，在四川北部南坪县境内，闪现出一颗五光十色的风光“宝石”，这就是人们赞不绝口的“神话世界”九寨沟。它镶嵌在松潘、南坪、*武三县接壤的群山之中，面积约6万公顷，距成都约400公里。九寨沟，由树正群海沟、则查洼沟、日则沟三条主沟组成，海拔*均在2，500米左右。过去，沟中有九个藏族村寨，因此得名。
The recent discovery of the scenic beauty of Jiuzhaigou (Nine-village Ravine)has added charmto the picturesque landscape. Known as "China's Fairyland", Jiuzhaigou is located in the hillsalong the borders of Nanping,Pingwu and Songpan counties, some 400 kilometers fromChengdu, the pro-vinaal capital. Three scenic areas-Shuzheng qunhaigou, Zechawagou andRizegou-combine to make up the 60,000 hectares of fairyland, which is nearly 2,500 metersabove sea level. Its name "Nine-village Ravine"is sup-posed to be because Tibetans onceinhabited nine villages in the ravine.
海狭长数里。水光浮翠，倒映林岚。”九寨沟风光之美，实际上百倍于这样的描绘。就四川的名山秀水而论，总是有它们各自的独特风格和个性的。如峨嵋山的“秀”，青城山的“幽”，剑门关的“险”，夔门的“雄”。九寨沟的风光，因它的内涵丰富，很难以一字穷述，还须继续探幽发微。说它宛若“神话世界”，恐怕也只是见重于外在的美吧。
Here is a brief record in "Green Lakes", a chapter in the Annals ofNanpingCounty: "InJiuzhaigou, lakes meander for miles, with wooded hills mir-rored in the clear water." The scene,actually, is much more beautiffil than can be put into words. Sichuan Prorrince is rich in scenicwonders, each with its own distinctive features—the elegance of Mount Emei, the serenityofMount Qingcheng,the sharp precipice of Jianmen Pass, and the grandeur of Kuimen. But todepict the diverse natural beauty of Jiuzhaigou in one or two words is not nearly enough. "Fairyland",however inadequate, is perhaps the only word to choose.
论山品水，古今时尚。或以诗，或以画，或以游记，或以摄影，运用各种不同的艺术手段，表现出山水风光的风格和个性。九寨沟风光的风格和个性，还在不断探索和认识的过程中.这里，得感谢一位长居山中的藏族老人，他讲述了九寨山水莱源的一则神话故事。他说在很古很古的时候，九寨沟万山丛中，有个男神仙达戈，和美丽的女神仙沃诺色嫫自由恋爱，男神仙用风云磨了一面镜子，送给女神仙作梳妆打扮用;女神仙接镜时失手，摔成108块碎片，散落山中，变成了108个“翠海”。古老的传说启发了我们：九寨沟的奇美风光，就在于它有这天然生成的108个“翠海”;从风光的结构上讲，它是以水为主体的，这就有别于其他山水的特色了。
Intrigued by this fairyland, true lovers of nature have tried recording its uniquebeauty inpoems, paintings, photographs and travel notes. An old local Tibetan tells the story ofJiuzhaigou: "Once upon a time, there lived deep in the mountains an immortal named Dage anda fairy maiden named Wonuosemo. They fell in love. One day, Dage presented Wonuosemowith a bright mirror which he had polished with the wind and the clouds. Unfortunately, themirror slipped from the maiden's hand and broke into 108 pieces, each turning into a lake ofemerald green."It is no wonder why scenic Jiuzhaigou is so entertaining, with so manydistinctive "Green Lakes" reigning over the whole area.
祖国山水，风格多样;多样的风格，相对应而存在，相比较而多姿。杭州西湖，水榭歌台，人工赋予它典雅美。蜀中仙山峨嵋，飘浮于云涛雾海，呈秀色于烟雨浸漫的山林。誉满中华的桂林山水，水秀山奇，山水*分秋色。九寨沟风光，却又是另一番景象了。在那里，古树摇曳春秋，山花自谢自开，.植被茸茸生烟，海子和瀑布随着季节的推移而变幻多姿;在那里，冰河时期遗留下来的星叶草、独叶草、先花后叶的领春树，以及熊猫、金丝猴、扭角羚、白马鸡、獐、鹿……组合成了奇异的“动植物王国”。据南坪县对九寨风光有独到见解者讲：“九寨沟的'山水风光，纵有万丽千奇，一旦离开原始的自然美，就一切都没有了。”他们的见解是精辟的。当你步人沟中，便可见树正群海淡荡生辉，瀑布舒洒碧玉。一到金秋，满山枫叶降红。盛夏，湖山幽翠。仲春，树绿花艳……四时都呈现出它的天然原始，宁静幽深。日则沟里的镜湖、五花海，则查洼沟里的五彩池，虽缤纷艳丽，但令人迷醉的却是绚丽的和谐景色。这种独特的景观，只有在这个自然保护区才能见到。因此说，天然原始是九寨沟风光的个性和风格，是比较得当的。
China is a land of scenic contrasts, each uniquely representing its own area: West Lake inHangzhou with enchanting pavilions set in quiet surroundings, Mount Emei in Sichuan withpeaks peeping through mist and clouds, Guilin in Guangxi with panoramic views of mountainsand rivers. And Jiuzhaigou presents another view. Aged trees wave the seasons by, amidcarpets of wild flowers and thick green vegetation. Sparkling lakes and waterfalls vary withevery season. Some rare trees and grasses, survivors of the glacial epoch,still thrive here inharmony with a host of creatures which make this ravine their home, for the land teems withsuch animals as giant pandas, golden monkeys, takins, white-eared pheasants, deer and riverdeer. All of this unfolds into a panorama of beautifully balanced fauna and flora. As observersfrom Nanping County have justly put it, "All the beauty of Jiuzhaigou is endowed by nature. Ifthe natural charm were removed, there would be no more of Jiuzhaigou."Mystic lakes andsparkling waterfalls captivate your eyes as you enter the ravine. The trees are their greenestin spring when intensified by colorful flowers. In summer, warm tints spread over the hills andlakelands. As summer merges into autumn, the maple trees turn fiery-red, splashing colorthrough the thickly forested hills. Tranquility pervades primitive Jiuzhaigou throughout theyear, particularly at places around Mirror Lake and Five-flower Lake at Rizegou, and Multi-coloredLake at Zechawagou, where a profusion of colors is brought into full harmony with nature.This singular spectacle can only be seen in Jiuzhaigou-a natural preserve.
当然，这并不排除九寨沟风光的其他特点，它的风景点集中，它的三条主沟，各具特色而又富多种魅力。一位经验丰富纵览过世界风光的国际旅游企业家，曾在九寨沟风光最妩媚的秋天做了一次短游，他说：“像九寨沟这样美妙的景色，世界上是少有的。”他情不自禁地对陪同他的藏族副**说：“你真幸福啊!你是世界上最美丽的县的**。”
九寨沟风光，不愧是蜀中又一幅新的山水画卷。
In addition to this natural beauty Jiuzhaigou, again, is noted for its three scenic areas whichare so concentrated in the region and yet so strikingly contrasted with each other thattourists cannot believe their eyes even when they see them. After visiting this fairyland inautumn, a tourist entrepreneur from abroad exclaimed, "Of all the scenic spots the world hasever produced, nothing compares with this." He then turned to his companion, the deputyhead of Nanping County, and said, "You are lucky to govern the most beautiful place in theworld."Scenic Jiuzhaigou is indeed one of nature's most extravagant splendors anywhere andthe crowning glory of Sichuan Province.
A water bearer (挑夫) in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack (裂缝) in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always carried a full pot of water at the end of the long walk from the river to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For two years this went on daily, with the bearer carrying only one and a half full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its achievements(成就). But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and sad that it was able to finish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of bitter failures, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the river.
“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able, for these past two years, to carry only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to go out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my weakness, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and he said with pity, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trip, it still felt bad because it had gone out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your weakness, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the river, you’ve watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace (使增光彩) his house.”
Each of us has our own unique weakness. We’re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, God will use our weakness to make his table beautiful.
In this world, nothing goes to waste. So as we find ways to serve the world, and as someone asks us to finish a task, don’t be afraid of your weakness. Be thankful for it, and make use of it, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in the world.
Heading off to college for the first time can be a memorable experience. You come from a high school where fashion trends were all the rage(时尚)and you had to keep up to be accepted or in the "crowd". Now that you are heading off to college you should also be prepared to fit into a new "crowd".
Some of the most popular styles that are already showing up on college campuses around are coming back from another era of time gone by. One of the biggest fashion trends has been the geometric(几何形状的)and optical(光学的`)patterns of the seventies. Allowing you to stand out in a crowd - wearing the bright and bold geometric shaped patterns on your clothes will bring out the individual inside of you. You must be sure not to go overboard using patterns and polkadots(圆点花纹)in your wardrobe. For example,if you have gotten a hot new pair of jeans that show off your mood for the day - be sure to wear a solid shirt sweatshirt or the like so as not to actually "blind" anyone.?
Anything inspired by the types of clothing from the 1950"s combined with your basic casual wear for today is making a big splash over campuses everywhere. Skirts just above the knee are replacing the mini skirts of only a few years ago.
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——烟雨梦经典美文实用五篇
细雨霏霏捻成无数相思，雨丝绵绵不绝落地相拥，浸润香蕊，扑面春风偶感微微寒凉，三月江南是泣泪的江南，是浸润万物的精灵，甘露滋润新枝绿叶，那是生命欢歌在奏响鸣唱。远处，空灵山谷雾霭缭绕，又似一层轻纱影影绰绰，山色草木若隐若显，飘渺云雾弥散开去，宛若飘逸的仙境。山脚边大片的桃林却沐浴在细雨清风中，桃花盛开的鲜艳娇美，浅红的花骨朵相埃枝头挂着水珠随风摇动，在青翠欲滴绿叶映衬下更加香艳无比，一如少女般优雅恬静，温柔婉约风动韵美欲说还羞，微风送香怡人自醉。桃林边绿草如茵草地上落满细碎的小小水珠，晶亮晶亮，弯弯曲曲清幽小径一直延伸通向小镇，纤陌上大片大片金黄金黄的油菜花海招蜂引蝶，芳香满天，吸引更多游人观赏，没入其间让人留连忘返联想翩翩，花在眼中人在画中。路径旁边的绿离在绵绵细雨浸润下长出整齐新绿一路葱笼。河岸的青柳早已绿意满枝，在细雨微风中吟唱摇曳像似对春的相思倾诉，春意盎然。绿了整条河岸，美了江南一偶。远处的小桥和树纵经春雨洗涤更显洁净青绿。苍桑的古镇依旧画梁飞栋，建筑设计精巧古朴厚重，古韵悠悠，述说往昔的喧嚣，演绎不老传奇。一丝寒意一缕清香，直入心脾缱绻心田，淅淅沥沥的春雨下个不停，感受着江南春雨緾緾绵绵的柔韵，静泌心田。
如约春雨，奈何伊人空憾，笑看烟雨朦朦依旧，古镇醉里思乡梦，空邂逅，惆怅一帘幽梦，谁扰青梦，雨落花飞花自飘，红尘知音谁叙，梅香如故。烟雨江南令多少文人墨客，才子佳人足驻留连，赋诗抒情，豪情当歌，悲闵呓语！难舍江南烟雨。移步小镇幽静青石路上，古道承载多少岁月积绽，迹痕如此清晰，多少如歌的故事，在历史的沉寂中远去，默默相守细阅红尘。雨渐渐停了，一抹暧阳穿透云层，播撒人间翠绿辉映。飞鸟又在林间欢唱，追逐嬉戏，清香怡人。一段优扬琴音随风飘来，如莺滑落弦音幽幽，又似泉水潺潺，寻声望去，一条小船从远处小桥划来，但见一清丽女孩青衣长袖双手抚琴，端坐船头双脚戏水专注弹琴，青荷上晶亮水珠随风起舞熠熠生辉。不觉想起唐。韦庄的《菩萨蛮》"人人尽说江南好，游人只合江南老。春水碧于天，画船听雨眠。垆边人似月，皓腕凝霜雪。未老莫还乡，还乡须断肠"。听琴思乡溢满心间，情寄江南。
华灯初上，红红的灯笼布满街市，有如一条游龙，一丝暖意一丝静泌，乘坐小船夜观小镇情也悠悠，意也悠悠，醉在其中，静静河水，轻浆漫划微风拂面恍若如梦，再品点小镇特色，耳旁听着悠悠小调，人生快意莫过如此。此时天际又开始变化，一道闪电划过天空，一陈雷声从天边传来，潮湿的气息开始聚积增重，搅乱了出游的性至，静静的小镇出现些许慌乱，三月的江南气候多变，湿冷多雨，一个炸雷响过隆隆绵长，湿凉的春雨又潇潇下个不停，雨水飞溅在青石板上倾刻间湿满路面，流入沟渠，又一个电闪划破苍穹照亮大地，轩谢丶小桥丶绿树隐在风雨中。雨声在渐渐增大，风在渐渐增强，风夹带着雨像海浪一阵没过一阵，似烟似雾，朦胧一片，风声雨声搅动思绪，相望烟雨朦朦，不觉想到苏轼的诗句：“春未老，风细柳斜斜，试上超然台上看，半壕春水一城花，烟雨暗千家。寒食后，酒醒却咨嗟，休对故人思故国，且将新火试新茶，诗酒趁年华。”情韵悠悠，心倾江南，一缕緾绵一缕忧思在古镇中品着古韵，思索红尘人生，一任春雨和着纸伞胶香的气味静默清思，青柳轻舞飞杨，幽长的雨巷，争艳的桃花，葱笼满目的青翠，流香清寂，莫不诠释人生的意境：淡泊明志，宁静致远。古镇情依依，眷恋古韵古风思绪飞杨，一任烟雨浸润心田，相忘于江南烟雨中。
清风小院，安人世浮沉心，禅茶一盏，品尘间清欢味。浓淡适宜的悠逸安闲中，且不言前尘低眉的行走，且不论后世飞扬的舟渡，唯爱一隅浅笑的安然，独慕一襟诗意的从容。
花开半朵，永待胜芳，岁华的烟云里，拥一怀若风的情致，与一份清雅成痴缠；轻卷素念，执心为画，撷几片禅韵入墨，勾勒一庭寂美的晓月良辰。寥寥秋生里，白衣照水，清灵映心，可算是一场正果的修行。
烟雨梦，*生事，娓娓入丝弦，心上莲开一朵，清丽而饱满，托起多少相思吻落的花音。风吹花念凉，花叶飞落，不忧亦不殇；做个温润而长情的女子，一身清婉，满怀空翠，笑倚风月玲珑。最是感怀，眉睫流落的念想，成全半生诗梦的繁华。
素袂安颜，拈花而坐，借清风绕肩的柔懿，弹拨一曲心音悠婉；一帘秋韵迤逦无边，往事一低眉，一颦一蹙间，情思蹁跹成蝶，携着梦羽轻薄，悄然轻渡，山水万千重。
闲庭秋色，凉词半阙，轻捻爱与梦的晶莹，指尖涟起心底的缕缕暗香。烟水袅茫的记忆，时而清凉，时而馨暖；远山*水的景画，时而起伏，时而静谧。微风悠荡着一庭丰色秋韵，绾缔秋水与长天的温情。
冰弦清越，一切的忆与念，深切，入骨；眉眼清洌，眸底无尽婵娟意，幽幽划过指间的温柔。昨日琳琅，仿似千朵静荷轻曳心田，芳华未黯，霜月下停驻一颗云水静宁的秋心。
众生喧嚣，尘梦缭绕，即便心生倦怠，却终不能一意孤绝地超逸而去。轻度人间风月，隐匿烟波深处，一袭青衫，落落为安，持一颗秋月明亮的初心，且待流风洗净尘寰，将纷繁拆离了梦境，悠悠浮动起命途的花香。
情怀于寂寞中清幽吐蕊，思绪在素净中莞莞独舞，获取一份简单而深刻的生之禅悟，思清澈骨，蝶梦空灵，万念拥簇成一朵幽婉的莲，心灵亦是一种别样的绽放之美。
翠碧染襟，挽叶为渡，一庭水月待阑珊。掬心之湄一捧清凉，素念晕染浅秋的怡苑。一卷秋风，将多少生*旧事轻悠吹散，最是欣安，盈盈秋词不落殇。
不怅不惘，蒹葭有岸，不贪不嗔，心择幽居；眉间光影刹那流逝，重山远钟撞响晨光暮色，神思宁和的皈依，依旧是那方梦里去过的清风禅院。
轻轻地，我和着时光款款走来，只为了与梦中的你相遇，路途迢遆坎坷远，我执流云浮水，剪时光碎片，在缱绻时光里与你遥远深情对望，共度人间烟雨。
时光的碎片漫过四季万物，延绵了开去，便是一条时光的河。
我在这河里沐浴着人间芳泽，轻点词曲，谱成一首百转千回的诗谣，聆听着世间的风，吹起了那一池皱水，浪花朵朵抵心胸，如时光无言的倾诉。
时光，轻轻巧巧地跨越人间万象，深处裂帛之声，有几人能聆听的到？
不经意地，时光在我们身边剪成了纷纷碎片，在门扉轻掩的梨园，在桃花深处的映月潭，在春闱素帘低眉处的暖衾……在每一个时光踏过的地方，留下了对世间万物的留恋和静默。
时光踏着轻盈的脚步，婉转在嵯峨危峰，流转于小榭亭台，徜徉在江河流水，烟雨与共，共唱岁月流年，时光的手，越过绿红无数，温柔的抚摸着每一个匆匆而过的世人。
你潇洒而又温柔地俯瞰世间百态，气象万千，轻点时光碎片于世间每一个角落，然后，角落里便现了青苔，风干了芬芳。
花影流转，我携阡陌里的花红柳绿，在风中与你一起嗅岁月悠悠，你流云浮水般的落下翩翩碎玉共度人间飘渺烟雨，倾尽岁月共吟江南风景秀美，斑驳阑珊与世人碎影恋春光。
高峰处，与天共长一色，你秀眉微蹙，翠指轻拈，一副写意山水即刻刻画于人世间高处不胜寒，给予了世人无限仰望的姿态。
剪时光碎片，共度人间烟雨，你在斑斓深处对望着我。
由懵懂到沧桑，你望尽我曾经的不屈与倔强，只是一个转身的距离，我触摸不到你，可是我能感知你，你时而顽皮，时而沉默，陪着我们每一个人度过风雨流年。
我把感知到的你，放在胸口，放在每一个睡意惺忪的黎明，放在每一个懒懒的午后，放在每一个夜色阑珊的深处。
你却始终静默着，四季轮回中携带着清风的致意，暖暖吹过我们一生的春夏秋冬。
曾经我与你一起在世间追寻内心深处的欢乐，在忧伤的时刻与你喁喁私语，你静默着，不动声色，慢慢抚干我脸上的泪痕。
曾经我与你一起走过人间风风雨雨，你缄默着，撑开时间的伞，直到云开日出。
曾经，我的一生都在你的陪伴下，和着你的沉静，做了一个个懵懂的梦，慢慢的，缤纷了我多年的心事，笑的也越来越少。
繁琐的生活，让我时时感到人生的荒芜，你悄悄地在时间里伸出一只触角，让我有偶尔的放松和惬意，是一盏茶，抑或是一首歌谣，在乏味中还能体会人生的美。
时光的碎片，散落在世间的每一个角落，终究是再也拼不出一个完整的圆。
可我们就是在这些碎片的飞舞中，走出了恋恋不舍的童年，走入了缤纷繁杂的尘世，落入了红尘的一生羁绊。
每一个碎片，都如坠落在世间的风铃，风起处，清脆声响，余音袅袅，让我们依然眷恋逝去的岁月。
每一个碎片，都是我们人生中的精灵，它曾在那一刻让我们明白了什么是爱，什么是情。
每一个碎片，都是时光深处的挽留，它让我们懂得了珍惜，体会了时光逝而不返的遗憾。
岁月，就这样轻飘飘的流走了，只剩碎玉般的往事，扣留风中。
我也如时光岁月一般，在荒芜深处，轻拈碎片，然后随流云飘去，烟一般，在雨中窸窣而落，和着眼睑的泪水，共忆这人间几许青葱岁月……
南国的雨是不分四季的，总是在某个心事重重的天气里的下起。落在离人的眼眸里，落在无边的心湖里，落在沿着屋檐滴下的时间里。
分别以后，我总是无端的喜欢这样的下雨天。细雨刚下时，你是看不见也听不见的。你走在路上，一滴细微的冰凉滴落在鼻尖，还以为是织女的眼泪；你躲在屋子里，等你推开门，地面已被一层湿浸染了，像是暗夜里蔓延的伤感气息般悄无声息。你再看玻璃窗上，坍圮的老墙上，角落的蜘蛛网上，细细密密的写的都是雨的心事。
记不清是在那个小城的三月还是四月，这样的细雨下了一场又一场。我喝水，它便下在我手捧的杯子里，我翻开书本，它便躲藏在字里行间里，我听歌，它就伴着歌声“莎莎莎莎”落在耳朵里，我睡觉了，它便淅淅沥沥下在梦里打湿了梦的颜色。
你是在那个下雨天出现，撑着黑色的雨伞，穿着格子衬衣，在我遥远的对面。煤屑铺成的跑道被细雨打湿，黑色的煤灰屑沾在鞋边上，一滴雨落下，那黑色便在我白色帆布鞋上晕开。我突然有点不开心，不知是弄脏了鞋的缘故还是什么。前一天，听见两个女生说你第二天走。
雨还在细细密密的下，落地时都变成朦朦胧胧的烟雾缭绕在田径场上，我看着我们之间的那段路，恍惚有种时空交错的感觉。烟雨朦胧中，你走向你温暖光亮的明天，我走向我湿一漉一漉的回忆。在你右边的是还没长成繁盛样子的大树。等到夏天，树上缀满翡翠般的'绿，它会洒下大片浓郁的荫凉，把阳光剪成细细碎碎的幸福的样子，起风的时候，地面的树影会幻化成一个个小风车，每片绿都是沁心的凉意。那时，会不会有人在午休时偷偷溜出来，脱一下校服藏在这树下，然后光明正大的在这安静的校园游荡？就像我们一样。在我的右边,是鹅黄暖绿的田径场，有几处还是大地黄的颜色。记得你几次欲从中穿过都被值周的学生拦下，那女生带着善意的微笑说不要动了大地妈妈的胎气，你气呼一呼地拖着我从主干道绕行，我问你怎么了，你一句“她动了我的胎气！”差点让我笑岔了气。
那些故事好像都发生在阳光明媚的天气里。阳光是纯净白皙的，空气是透明干净的，你鼓着腮帮子对着阳光大口喷水，于是一条彩虹出现在我眼前，从此我便以为这世界是没有雨天的。
我看见雨水打湿了你的裤脚，你鞋子上也沾了煤灰屑。抬头的时候，我们已是咫尺的距离，可是我看不清你的眼睛，好像你的眼里也是天灰色，我看不清你的脸，因为你好像对我笑了又好像没有笑。我看见一滴雨落在你肩上，你颤了一下，仿佛是青春所有的沉重都落在你肩上。你看着你前面的路，又好像看着我，我看着你，又好像看着我前面的路，我们都缄默着一直走完我们之间的那段路。擦肩时，一滴雨滴落在我鼻翼，我明明是撑着伞的。
到教室，一杯奶茶在我桌上。我捧着时已是温一热，可那杯奶茶我好像喝了很久才喝完，仿佛那天的雨都落在了那杯奶茶里。
后来，我再也没遇见过你，这里也再没下过那么浓一稠的细雨。
烟雨之中，我等待了千年。情动五百年，沉寂五百年，谁的魅力如此深厚？谁的容颜如此痴迷？谁让我流落在爱中？谁又让我沉淀了一千年?
红尘一爱缘于梦，红尘一劫缘于爱，莫问是劫是缘，真心爱过，都是回忆。爱留下的泪是影子的风向，飘雨的花季，是错过的心语。不想说，不想问，只等天空飞过的鸣叫，心声留大地，回萦山巅雾里，野花静静地聆听，红叶深深地体会。
情如山，爱如沙，淹没了我的心跳，窒息了我的呼吸，沉淀了我的心房。也许，情太真爱太纯，无法承受，上天的恩赐，浴火会灼伤柔情，冷灰会残缺热情。伸手的希望，垂手的落寞。爱不堪重负，情不堪重托，我如此柔弱退缩。
跨越一步的断崖，转身后的断肠草，天空降下了伤心的雨。一手制造的情殇，一手调味的苦涩，与谁诉说？与谁倾心？惆怅彷徨，自己采红豆，梦里话凄凉，呓语相思。
春闺的西窗半推开，凝泪的烟雨梦。伊人憔悴，胭脂苍白，落得衣带渐宽，终为谁？半开的青梅，透凉的绿茶，谁深悔？徒增咖啡提神，酒精麻醉。一半情动，一半沉寂，一半零落。无法言语。
一段情，一个人，一缕烟，心已远，情已灭。从此，不再与人言，回避情，逃避爱，是我的苍凉悲哀。天作孽有可违，自作贱，自悴萎。委屈的泪水，伤心的透顶，呼天喊地，空悲切。
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