When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
But if, in your fear, you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!
In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.
I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.
The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner.
Always will I take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult.
Henceforth, I will consider each day's effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak. The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble. So it will be with my efforts of today.
I will be liken to the raindrop which washes away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.
I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and phrases as quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the question, improbable, failure, unworkable, hopeless, and retreat; for they are the words of fools. I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should infect me then I will work on in despair. I will toil and I will endure. I will ignore the obstacles at my feet and keep mine eyes on the goals above my head, for I know that where dry desert ends, green grass grows.
I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good. I will persist with knowledge that each failure to sell will increase my chance for success at the next attempt. Each nay I hear will bring me closer to the sound of yea. Each frown I meet only prepares me for the smile to come. Each misfortune I encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow's good luck. I must have the night to appreciate the day. I must fail often to succeed only once.
I will try, and try, and try again. Each obstacle I will consider as a mere detour to my goal and a challenge to my profession. I will persist and develop my skills as the mariner develops his, by learning to ride out the wrath of each storm.
Henceforth, I will learn and ap* another secret of those who excel in my work. When each day is ended, not regarding whether it has been a success or a failure, I will attempt to achieve one more sale. When my thoughts beckon my tired body homeward I will resist the temptation to depart. I will try again. I will make one more attempt to close with victory, and if that fails I will make another. Never will I allow any day to end with a failure. Thus will I plant the seed of tomorrow's success and gain an insurmountable advantage over those who cease their labor at a prescribed time. When others cease their struggle, the mine will begin, and my harvest will be full.
Nor will I allow yesterday's success to lull me into today's complacency, for this is the great foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone, whether they were good or bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be the best day of my life.
So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist. For now I know one of the greatest principles of success; if I persist long enough I will win.
Nasrudin is walking past a cave when he sees a yogi, deep in meditation, and he asks the yogi what he is searching for. The yogi says: I study the animals and have learned many lessons from them that can transform a mans life.
A fish once saved my life, Nasrudin replies. If you teach me everything you know, I will tell you how it happened.
The Yogi is astonished; only a holy man could be saved by a fish. And he decides to teach Nasrudin everything he knows. When he has finished, he says to Nasrudin: Now that I have taught you everything, I would be proud to know how a fish saved your life.
Very simple, says Nasrudin, I was almost dying of hunger when I caught it and, thanks to that fish, I had enough food for three days.
Parents often get angry because of their trouble in their lives. Let's say that your mother is not happy about her boss. If she doesn't have other ways of expressing her emotions, she might come home and yell at you, scream at your dad, kick at the dog, or even say something mean to you.www.xiao84.com
Here's how to handle it when an * in your life has trouble controlling his or her anger: Don't make it worse. Angry people can have trouble thinking clearly, so try not to do or say anything to make things worse. Wait till your parent cools off, then talk to him or her in a calm tone, and try to explain how the anger is affecting you.
NUMBER OF OVERSEAS GRADUATES ENROLLING IN US STARTS TO RECOVER
The number of foreign students enrolled at US graduate schools rose 1 per cent this year, after three consecutive years of decline, according to figures to be released today.
The report, which was written by the Council of Graduate Schools, said that the rise was driven largely by an increase in first-year students from India and China – the countries that annually send the most students to the US.
The number of first-year Indian students enrolled at students at US graduate schools rose 20 per cent though the total enrolment of Chinese students dipped 2 per cent from last year. Total first-time enrolment of international graduate students rose 12 per cent this year.
——英语美文长篇实用10篇
Age has reached the end of the beginning of a word. May be guilty in his seems to passing a lot of different life became the appearance of the same day; May be back in the past, to oneself the paranoid weird belief disillusionment, these days, my mind has been very messy, in my mind constantly. Always feel oneself should go to do something, or write something. Twenty years of life trajectory dee*** shallow, suddenly feel something, do it.
The end of our life, and can meet many things really do?
During my childhood, think lucky money and new clothes are necessary for New Year, but as the advance of the age, will be more and more found that those things are optional; Junior high school, thought to have a crush on just means that the real growth, but over the past three years later, his writing of alumni in peace, suddenly found that isn't really grow up, it seems is not so important; Then in high school, think don't want to give vent to out your inner voice can be in the high school children of the feelings in a period, but was eventually infarction when graduation party in the throat, later again stood on the pitch he has sweat profusely, looked at his thrown a basketball hoops, suddenly found himself has already can't remember his appearance.
Originally, this world, can produce a chemical reaction to an event, in addition to resolutely, have to do, and time.
A person's time, your ideas are always special to clear. Want, want, line is clear, as if nothing could shake his. Also once seemed to be determined to do something, but more often is he backed out at last. Dislike his cowardice, finally found that there are a lot of love, there are a lot of miss, like shadow really have been doomed. Those who do, just green years oneself give oneself an arm injection, or is a self-righteous spiritual.
At the moment, the sky is dark, the air is fresh factor after just rained. Suddenly thought of blue plaid shirt; Those were broken into various shapes of stationery; From the corner at the beginning of deep friendship; Have declared the end of the encounter that haven't start planning... Those years, those days of do, finally, like youth, will end in our life.
Perhaps it is the dream of everyone to be a good student at school, but quite a few students feel at a loss on how to make it. In my opinion, it is rather easy
if you can act on the following points.
First of all, make full use of your time and work hard. Don’t put off till tomorrow what should be done today, as time past will never come back. The fast developing society requires adequate knowledge, which presses us to spare no efforts to study. Of course, your hard work will be rewarded one day.
Secondly, use your own head and present your point of view. Credulous（轻信的）attitude will only make you take anything for granted. With your own judgment you will be able to tell right from wrong and set up your own theory.
Thirdly, set aside enough time for relaxation, entertainment, etc. don’t ignore the harm of all work and no play. Proper sports will build up your body and improve the efficiency of your studying.
To be a good student is easier said than done, for it needs a student’s consistent efforts. But nothing is difficult to a man if he puts his heart into it.
A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management. He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, ”How heavy do you think this glass of water is?”
The students’ answers ranged from 20g to 500g.
“It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is OK. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance. It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.
“If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier.
“What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again.”
We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are able to carry on.
So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down. Don’t carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow.
Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for moment if you can.
Life is short, enjoy it!!
Mid-autumn Festival is a popular and important lunar harvest festival celebrated by Chinese people. The festival is held on the 15thday of the eighth month in the Chinese calendar. There are some traditions in this holiday. For example, people would have a big dinner with their families. After dinner, they often enjoy the full moon which is round and bright. The other tradition of mid-autumn festival is eating moon cake. Moon cake is the essential of that day, which means reunion. As time goes by, there are various kinds of moon cakes, but they are much more expensive than before. I like mid-autumn festival because my families will get together and have a big dinner on that day.
Boys English grades are up to a tenth worse when high numbers of girls are in the class with them, though girls grades are unaffected.
Boys do worse in English when there are many girls in their class,researchers will say today, contradicting the widely held belief that girls are always a good influence on boys in school.
Boys do best with as few girls as possible in English lessons at primary and secondary school, Steven Proud, a research student at Bristol Uruversity, will tell the Royal Economic Societys conference.
But when it comes to maths and science, both boys and girls at primary school aclueve up to a tenth of a grade more when there is a high proportion of gids in the class, Proud found.
The paradoxo fourtime in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more but enjoyless.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, butless time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, spend toore cklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We talk too much,love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make aliving, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to years.
My friend Debbie’s two daughters were in high school when she experienced severe flu-like symptoms. Debbie visited her family doctor, who told her the flu bug had passed her by. Instead, she had been touched by the “love bug” and was now pregnant.
The birth of Tommy, a healthy, beautiful son, was an event for celebration, and as time went by, it seemed as though every day brought another reason to celebrate the gift of Tommy’s life. He was sweet, thoughtful, fun-loving and a joy to be around.
One day when Tommy was about five years old, he and Debbie were driving to the neighborhood mall. As is the way with children, out of nowhere, Tommy asked, “Mom, how old were you when I was born?”
“Thirty-six, Tommy. Why?” Debbie asked, wondering what his little mind was contemplating.
“What a shame!” Tommy responded.
“What do you mean?” Debbie inquired, more than a little puzzled. Looking at her with love-filled eyes, Tommy said, “Just think of all those years we didn’t know each other.
In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.
I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.
The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner.
Always will I take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult.
Henceforth, I will consider each day's effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak. The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble. So it will be with my efforts of today.
I will be liken to the raindrop which washes away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.
I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and phrases as quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the question, improbable, failure, unworkable, hopeless, and retreat; for they are the words of fools. I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should infect me then I will work on in despair. I will toil and I will endure. I will ignore the obstacles at my feet and keep mine eyes on the goals above my head, for I know that where dry desert ends, green grass grows.
I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good. I will persist with knowledge that each failure to sell will increase my chance for success at the next attempt. Each nay I hear will bring me closer to the sound of yea. Each frown I meet only prepares me for the smile to come. Each misfortune I encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow's good luck. I must have the night to appreciate the day. I must fail often to succeed only once.
I will try, and try, and try again. Each obstacle I will consider as a mere detour to my goal and a challenge to my profession. I will persist and develop my skills as the mariner develops his, by learning to ride out the wrath of each storm.
Henceforth, I will learn and ap*** another secret of those who excel in my work. When each day is ended, not regarding whether it has been a success or a failure, I will attempt to achieve one more sale. When my thoughts beckon my tired body homeward I will resist the temptation to depart. I will try again. I will make one more attempt to close with victory, and if that fails I will make another. Never will I allow any day to end with a failure. Thus will I plant the seed of tomorrow's success and gain an insurmountable advantage over those who cease their labor at a prescribed time. When others cease their struggle, the mine will begin, and my harvest will be full.
Nor will I allow yesterday's success to lull me into today's complacency, for this is the great foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone, whether they were good or bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be the best day of my life.
So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist. For now I know one of the greatest principles of success; if I persist long enough I will win.
I remember quite clearly now when the story happened. The autumn leaves were floating in 1)measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shine. That time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were. But the truth was that you had been 2)longing to leave me, not daring to tell me. On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely 3)conscious, you said: “Our story is ending.”
The rain was killing the last days of summer. You had been killing my last breath of love, since a long time ago. I still don’t think I’m gonna make it through another love story. You took it all away from me. And there I stand, I knew I was going to be the one left behind. But still I’m watching the lake, vaguely conscious, and I know my life is ending.
We often close ourselves off when traumatic events happen in our lives; instead of letting the world soften us, we let it drive us deeper into ourselves. We try to deflect the hurt and pain by pretending it doesn’t exist, but although we can try this all we want, in the end, we can’t hide from ourselves. We need to learn to open our hearts to the potentials of life and let the world soften us.
Whenever we start to let our fears and seriousness get the best of us, we should take a step back and re-evaluate our behavior. The items listed below are six ways you can open your heart more fully and completely.
——唯美古风长篇美文范本五份
轻拂绿水梦难追，杨柳岸上鸳鸯羡，青丝缕缕逐春意，千条碧玉荡风帆。君可知？去年今日曾携手，柳岸桃花正香浓，婀娜舞姿添彩韵，妩媚柔情两相凝。缱绻柔丝结情意，淡月微波照心弦。桃面人花今不见，锦衣霓裳为谁舞？一丝苦意入心间，几许凄凉谁怜惜？今夕孤身寂，却是泪眼湿，临窗疏影暗，无语寄相思。叹多情，又多情，谁人知我泪残痕。不相念，又相念，谁人解我断肠魂。
桃花飘落的残红，将我的灵魂掩埋，拈一支素笔，将你画在心底，只为你，写下我一世的柔情。那一月，那一年，那一世，你书一阕纸墨，挥毫流年的沧桑，满目酸楚如一缕清凉的月影流泻长空，你眉宇间淡淡的忧伤，颤抖我此刻的柔情，牵扯我无言的盈盼，风舞慢丝的惆怅，拂乱我静茹深海的心湖。我与你天涯的`相逢，从此，沧海穿望成桑田，红颜孤守成荒凉。点点浮花幽怨柳，相思无奈落空楼。回首怨情深，终日泪凝眸。那满地飘落的残红，可否听见我此时的心痛？
镜里观花影，水中望月天。素面谁相见？孤影暗自怜。尘缘未尽却殊途，空叹落花无。一夜寒风过，残秋画里图。人生短暂似花枯，魂去暗香余。望尽天涯愁绪飘，锦怨轻弹，飞上云霄。空明不解暗伤来，香翠飘零，恨水迢迢。陌断幽魂梦里招，泪溅苍穹，谁念瘦腰。愁颜暮锁黛眉低，漫浸相思，咽泣琼箫。谁在月下轻舞疏桐，弄得花落如雨？只恨离别，夜夜无穷尽。案上素笺，时光如锦，默默不语，不悦相期。灯火凄惶，曼华染香，云鬓横斜，倦依琴箫，尘世铅华，遍阅繁华锦簇，人间苍凉。
寂寞朝朝暮暮停，断雨残云，啼恨难*。浮生幽叹宿缘迟，谁赴情殇？转瞬凄零。高楼望断，看尽世人离合，然一曲凄然拨弦的却是我自己的悲歌离叹，凝眸问月，一纸的墨香，暗伤在红尘前世今生的水墨涟漪之中独自吟唱。香凝浅拭愁盈绪，一曲离歌尽悲欢，红尘残梦谁相忆？柳岸桃花断香魂。孤影凄怜，泪葬红颜。尽落尘烟，半世风情，人去岸空水自流，为君写墨一生还，瘦影生寒，寂守孤城。
一眼望去，层峦无尽延绵，尽头不知于何处为终，远方似乎遥不可及。境界的无限追逐，渐行渐远，终成天地之间的界限。一线之隔，亦或生世之隙。
未知的远方，未知的世界，生命运行的轨迹循复往返，终在一瞬遁迹于宇宙，悄无声息，不见踪迹。
步步为棋，黑白之间，万象其现。
鸟雀噪斜阳，烟火村声远。麦香蛙鸣，仲夏繁星，以天为幕，地为*，笛声悠扬，伴己入眠。箫鼓阵阵，腊酒宴客，嘈杂喧嚷之中尽显淳朴热闹之态。田园为乐，飞鸟相与还。广阔苍穹覆遮这万物生灵，于幽深静谧之处安息世代。不被打扰，无人知晓，是一种神秘的`牵引引领他们走向最终的归宿。
冢安葬世代的灵魂，临别前的一眼便是最后的留恋与眷念。时间无隔，白云苍狗便转瞬万千。
层林尽染，漫江碧透，浮光掠金，万类霜天竞自由。群鸟迁徙于春暖秋霜之时；猛禽虎豹嘶吼追逐猎物，茹毛饮血，饕餮之宴于茫茫荒野之上；花开时节动京城，我花开后百花杀的花之荟萃；凄引不觉的猿猴哀嚎，心惊色变的啼血之声，莺歌嘤咛婉转之啸。
朱颜终凋，花开终谢，笑谈之余回味无穷，轮回生世，永无止歇。
黑如黑夜的黑，白若白夜的白。黑白对弈，天下皆在其中。
马鸣声嘶，乌鹊南飞。问鼎中原，楚河汉界时的意气风发，而后只一折戟沉沙，你我之争，便在这历史之中显现答案。亦或答案不止一个，时事境迁，替代的太多。不忘少年放肆大笑，但追来日穷游天涯。对弈并未结束，来日方长，主帅尚未登场。
黎明总在白露刚降时降临，破晓时分浪迹远方。
不为尘埃所沾染，不为风雨所折腰。如岸芷汀兰，如山间鼓暮，如古城微光，如薄暮之霞，期待之时必成远方。飘渺成烟的一纸契约，冥冥之中牵引我步步靠*天际，那魅力无穷，道不尽意的天外之地，源外之始。一曳小舟，一簇繁花，便是一道如画般的风景；一个涉远者，一双坚定的眼眸，所行之处，便是远方。
欲说还休，絮韧般的思绪随稻田，茅舍，青山，绿水，渐远渐长。俯望脚下，棋局只一角而施，极目望之，残阳如血，半江瑟瑟半江红。逐步进之，万物喜之。
不是每一个花季，都摇落惊艳的回忆；不是每一阵风雨，都浅赏寂寞的相思。夜舞倾城，一切可以慢慢消逝；舞落倾心，一切可以重新开始。曲终，舞落，人倾心。
相思泪，泪红尘，尘缘了，了忘情。问花今生为谁种，情又为谁定？过了今生叹何生，今生待何生？？
解愁肠，度思量，人间如梦，倚笑乘风凉。
年华似水已逐渐消失在我红尘的岁月，午夜梦回，谁愿痴痴等不到永远的沉睡。守一座空城，等你归来，造就永恒，以此为牢，我在此点燃边缘的浮牢，开启倾心的国度。年华，在指尖流逝成不可挽回的悲哀，我愿独自守候，哪怕无尽的期盼。流年守，空城就。成佛？成魔？也空空。染指流年，为你画地为牢，空出寂寞，谁，是谁唯一的承诺。
回眸一望陌相思。“多少相思，才能换来再次相逢，繁星点点，跨越银河不知何日与你相见，不怕遥远，只盼陪你身边，往事如烟，魂萦梦牵，纵然追寻万年，今生情缘不变。”原来，仙剑的一幕幕，始终不断的在现实演绎。
问尽世间男女情，今生爱是为谁停？向左走悲伤，向右走彷徨，我的世界，是否伤感？左手忘你，右手念你，左手恨你，右手恋你。左手思念，右手悲伤，爱的`羽翼，不曾折翼。牵了你的左手，却也靠*不了你的心，握了你的右手，就握住了悲伤。原来，左手倒影，右手年华……
那谁，恍若未曾离开我的世界……残缺的记忆，在拼凑着谁的美好？爱曾是动人的歌曲，而我的歌曲，悲伤是永恒的主题。藏在风中那些难以破译的密码，如同岁月一起，被搁浅在青春的记忆里，渐渐无人提起。
归路，归路，少年不堪弄情愁，泛小舟，付水流，可怜幻蝶，风雨花满楼。孤身独剑虽逍遥，尘缘道，爱义柔，红尘万丈有恩仇，剑气收，笛音休。霜雪依稀灵芝泪，如有梦，月如勾。
或许，只是自己自作多情的一厢情愿而已。青春，被我亲手埋葬在回忆里。那么，何有资格握住青华灵芝的手？就此，做个流浪歌手，一首，永恒的誓约，为自己演奏到底。
诗酒流年，亦有落笔
落笔一段故事，执笔一段过往，岁月静好，流年似水，这尘世迷离，这红尘阡陌，尽付一曲离殇，人世红尘还要笑看繁华。
一纸若梦，落笔的故事终究是回忆成空。惟愿世间多心静，莫把荒凉扰作梦。我提笔写红尘，写故事，写浮生的日子。回首走过的斑驳，尘缘半份，望断天涯。很多人已经走了，很多人也将要离去，人生总有聚散离合，但所有的聚散离合都是一厢情愿的吗？有些回忆值得用一生挽留，有些过往还需费些笔墨才能圆润。走过飘过的脚印是在心头的思绪，是时光拓下的痕迹。给彼此一段安好，可否？给人心一处无恙，可否？
思念翻起一页页的杂乱，落笔写下一行行的不解。也许醉于时光的'无情，也许迷离于岁月的困顿。回忆走过的每一段风景，都有不和谐的曲调。回忆落下的每一滴泪水，都有内心的波澜万千。当夜深人静的时刻，我反复在想着以往的落笔澎湃的心那里去了？也唯有在心底驾一叶扁舟泛于流年的诗酒里。
曾几何时，你守于春之暮野，落笔春暖花开。曾几何时，我望着桃花嫣然，落笔人面笑靥。曾几何时，我们一齐轻聊阳光明媚，我能一齐许下此生长醉古风林。而今回首物是人非，唯剩下微弱的承诺也随风而逝。不谈伤感，不诉喧嚣，只想问一句故人安好，只想念一声故人可归？
故事总会在某一时刻讲完，而天涯的人却不是过客亦不是听客。流年依旧，消散的只是经年。而我只想把我们的故事写下来，让时光轻缓些，让飘过的人明白那里还有个你，还有个我，还有很多很多人，始终执笔不渝，落笔情深。
我依旧在，而你是否安好？尘埃拂袖过，墨染笔尖颤。轻叹的流年也只是从前，而我继续拾着遗落的记忆，赶赴下一个故事。
一曲笙歌望断浪子天涯，策马扬鞭，看却人间城市繁华，阡陌樱花寒素微风雨落，木子秋千，尽晚单薄往昔流年。愁肠百结梦靥尘世蛮荒，清秋桂子，闻香十里花城幽岚，梦里樱花凄风薄雪石下，望君天涯，过尽千帆镜像湖泊。
春初微雨落花，陌上田垄指尖，独身流浪，谁是谁的墨客天涯，一世只身寻觅，木板石桥，烟雨江南，柳溪河畔，竹树蜿蜒，前堂亭榭，南国小镇，梦靥一世纠缠。城北长安少年，一系秋风素纱，独身河畔，谁是谁的明月天涯，婵娟过往，一生执手相拥，清露草尖，泪眼题决，秋风月下，清风石岩，牧野荒蛮，北国风光，冰封万千尘埃。
夏末轻舟唱晚，乌篷钟声愁鲜，昏鸦老树，谁是谁是潇湘过客，一色千山暮雪，瀚海栏杆，熔岩山口，树木虬曲，石岩盘旋，樱花山上，雨落纷纷，百草峥嵘，纠缠雨落心悬。城中**灯笼，夹落一地苍凉，田雨淋漓，暮色萎黄，鹦鹉洲岳，南亭怀辛，昼灯初上，暮色寒凉，闲居夏末书妆。
流年木床，明月初潮，灯火微韵，望断天涯孤灯，一朝秋草阡陌，田野扣车黄牛，麦子木车桥上，街道树木猗绿，稼穑草木萎黄，单薄流年，望君天涯，樱花雨落，谁在谁是雨季里愁肠浅墨难酬，为了相逢的'遇见，为了遇见的流年，一起终究是缘。
秋季野草萎枯，玉米麦子橙黄，秋菜白鸭，谁让谁的愁肠百结，一生舟船共渡，长安石下，秋波盈盈，河水潮涨，素色衣袂，轻�r风中，海水荡漾，但看青山青黛。远上寒山石径，枫林车林，霜红二月，空山心雨，樱花孤寂，木树枯干，天气晚秋，渔火浅降愁眠。
冬末斜阳娇蛮，街道霜雪横盘，月落乌啼，谁让谁是心事收藏，暮色杂草消遁，望君天涯，樱花覆霜，清风愁嫁，明月凄凉，孤城老树，月色昏鸦，夜幕夕阳投雪。夜月梦靥纠缠，松柏苔藓，野草消尽，尘世清寒，望君天涯，樱花雨落，一世缠绵缱绻。
——短篇英语美文摘抄 (菁华6篇)
Some people eat to live,but there are others who live to eat.To live a long and healthy life,we must learn to have a balanceddiet.A balanced diet sim* means a bit of everything.A dietwhich includes meat,fish,vegetables and fruit is,of course,ideal.If you watch your diet,then you won’t have to suffer thepain of going on a diet.
Manypeople are fond of showing off.They always insist on footing thebill when they are out with friends.They always think ofimpressing people with their wealth.They seem to think that moneycan buy friends.In fact,it can’t.Instead of trying to show off,they should be themselves.
Society is changingrapidly.As a result,more and more people are suffering fromstress.Those who are stressed out are often nervous ,angry or ill.People must,therefore learn to deal with this “new” kind ofproblem.Regular exercise is one way.The best way,however,is tokeep a good sense of humor.
I look out of the window stupidly,the heart that has long been grind through the score,should have been numb long ago.But,still very painful,very heavy.Achievements,day and night,I fight for it,work hard,in the end is still better than others.My heart is cold and cold,like the weather in front of the eyes,chaotic and noisy.
Years can erase everything,but it will never wear away my deep love for you.For a year,you have taught me how to use words to record parents.And now,I exclaimed,for so long,I never wrote down your back in a little world with the words of shame,and write down everything and everything about you.
Even beyond redemption， even if the lovesickness,I also be your eyebrow eye again， the same time。
Remember you said：
If only at the beginning of the life such as see， what things autumn wind sad painting fan。 So it has become such as idle hearts and minds， but the heart way so it is easy to change。
清江水，月悠悠，荡一叶轻舟，流年依旧。
——英语短篇美文 (菁华6篇)
I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree -- the herald(先驱) of spring, ushering in(领进) the dawn...
I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure(蔚蓝的) 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(寒冷，严寒) ...
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(束缚) 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...
When times become difficult (and you know they sometimes will), remember a moment in your life that was filled with joy and happiness. Remember how it made you feel, and you will have the strength you need to get through any trial. When life throws you one more obstacle than you think you can handle, remember something you achieved through perseverance and by struggling to the end.
In doing so, you'll find you have the ability to overcome each obstacle brought your way. When you find yourself drained and depleted of energy, remember to find a place of sanctuary and rest. Take the neccessary time in your own life to dream your dreams and renew your energy, so you'll be ready to face each new day. When you feel tension building, find something fun to do.
You'll find that the stress you feel will dissipate and your thoughts will become clearer. When you're faced with so many negative and draining situations, realize how minuscule problems will seem when you view your life as a whole--and remember the positive things.
I was riding the subway and happened to be seated between two young guys.我当时正在坐地铁，我两边各坐了一个年轻的男孩。
The one on the right eyed the slightly grungy BandAid on my thumb and said, “You should really change that, you know. You have to keep it clean.”坐在右边的男孩看了下我大拇指上已经有点脏的创可贴，然后说：“你知道吗？你真的该把它换一换了。你得让那里保持干净。”
Then the one on my left said, “Here, I have one,” and pulled a fresh BandAid out of his knapsack. “I keep them on me because I’m always hurting myself.” 然后，坐在我左边的男孩说：“我这有一个，拿去吧，”接着，他从背包里拿出了一个新的邦迪创可贴。“我通常都带着它们，因为我经常把自己弄伤。”
Incredulous, I thanked him, changed my bandage, and got off at my stop feeling pretty good about people, life, and New York City.带着怀疑的态度，我感谢了他，然后换掉了我的创可贴；当我下车的时候，我心情很好，同时觉得其他人、生命、纽约市都好棒。
There is kindness in this world everywhere.世界上到处都有善良。
And there is evil.同时也有邪恶。
They take turns come to you.它们会轮流出现在你的生命中。
You need to learn to see the good things hiding in all those tiny corner of your life.你需要学*，才能看到那些潜藏在你生命各个角落中的美好事物。
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The faultfinder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse.
The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. May be they are sim* great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. Which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.
Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends, Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
Catch the star that holds your destiny, the one that forever twinkles within your heart. Take advantage of precious opportunities while they still sparkle before you. Always believe that your ultimate goal is attainable as long as you commit yourself to it.
追随能够改变你命运的那颗星，那颗永远在你心中闪烁的明星。当它在你面前闪耀时，抓住这宝贵的机会。请谨记，只要你坚持不懈，最终的目标总能实现。
Though barriers may sometimes stand in the way of your dreams, remember that your destiny is hiding behind them. Accept the fact that not everyone is going to approve of the choices you've made, have faith in your judgment, catch the star that twinkles in your heart, and it will lead you to your destiny's path. Follow that pathway and uncover the sweet sunrises that await you.
尽管实现梦想的途中有时会遇到障碍，要知道这是命运对你的挑战。不是每个人都会赞成你的选择，接受这个现实，并相信自我的判断，追随那颗在你心中闪烁的明星，它会引领你踏上命运的征途。坚持不懈，你就能享受那些幸福时刻。
Take pride in your accomplishments, as they are stepping stones to your dreams. Understand that you may make mistakes, but don't let them discourage you. Value your capabilities and talents for they are what make you truly unique. The greatest gifts in life are not purchased, but acquired through hard work and determination.
每前进一步，你都应引以为豪，因为它们是你实现梦想的阶梯。要知道在这个过程中你也许会犯错误，但不要气馁。珍视自我的潜能，因为它们使你独一无二。生命中最珍贵的礼物不是花钱买来的，而是通过努力和决心而获取的。
个人感悟：努力去追寻自己的梦想吧，在追逐的途中你会发现，这一切的努力都是值得珍视的。
The fortunate people in the world—the only reallyfortunate people in the world, in my mind, are those whose work is also their pleasure. The class is not a large one, not nearly so large as it is often represented to be; and authors are perhaps one of the most important elements in its composition.They enjoy in this respect at least a real harmony of life.
To my mind, to be able to make your work your pleasure is the one class distinction in the world worth striving for; and I do not wonder that others are inclined to envy those happy human beings who find their livelihood in the gay effusions of their fancy, to whom every hour of labour is an hour of enjoyment, to whom repose—however necessary—is a tiresome interlude. And even a holiday is almost deprivation.
Whether a man writes well or ill, has much to say or little, if he cares aboutwriting at all, he will appreciate the pleasures of composition. To sit at one's table on a sunny morning, with four clear hours of uninterruptible security, plenty of nice white paper, and a Squeezer pen—that is true happiness.
The complete absorption of the mind upon an agreeable occupation—what more is there than that to desire? What does it matter what happens outside？The House of Commons may do what it likes, and so may the House of Lords. The heathen may rage furiously in every part of the globe.
The bottom may be knocked clean out of the American market. Consols may fall and suffragettes may rise. Nevermind, for four hours, at any rate, we will withdraw ourselves from a common, ill-governed, and disorderly world, and with the key of fancy unlock that cupboard where all the good things of the infinite are put away.
——英语美文赏析 (菁华6篇)
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They dont act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion,“I love you”is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentines Day is even more out of the question. Finally my father has a bad temper. When hes very tired from the hard work, it is easy for him to lose his temper.
有时候，我真的怀疑父母之间是否有真爱。他们天天忙于赚钱，为我和弟弟支付学费。他们从未像我在书中读到，或在电视中看到的那样互诉衷肠。他们认为“我爱你”太奢侈，很难说出口。更不用说在情人节送花这样的事了。我父亲的脾气非常坏。经过一天的劳累之后，他经常会发脾气。
One day, my mother was sewing a quilt. I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.
一天，母亲正在缝被子，我静静地坐在她旁边看着她。
“Mom, I have a question to ask you,”I said after a while.
过了一会，我说：“妈妈，我想问你一个问题。”
“What?”she replied, still doing her work.
“什么问题？”她一边继续缝着，一边回答道。
“Is there love between you and Dad?”I asked her in a very low voice.
我低声地问道：“你和爸爸之间有没有爱情啊？”
My mother stopped her work and raised her head with surprise in her eyes. She didnt answer immediately. Then she bowed her head and continued to sew the quilt.
母亲突然停下了手中的活，满眼诧异地抬起头。她没有立即作答。然后低下头，继续缝被子。
I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was in a great embarrassment and I didnt know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words:
我担心伤害了她。我非常尴尬，不知道该怎么办。不过，后来我听见母亲说：
“Susan,”she said thoughtfully,“Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but its really there. Love is inside.”
“苏珊，看看这些线。有时候，你能看得见，但是大多数都隐藏在被子里。这些线使被子坚固耐用。如果生活就像一床被子，那么爱就是其中的线。你不可能随时随地看到它，但是它却实实在在地存在着。爱是内在的。”
I listened carefully but I couldnt understand her until the next spring. At that time, my father suddenly got sick seriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. When they returned from the hospital, they both looked very pale. It seemed both of them had had a serious illness.
我仔细地听着，却无法明白她的话，直到来年的春天。那时候，我父亲得了重病。母亲在医院里待了一个月。当他们从医院回来的时候，都显得非常苍白。就像他们都得了一场重病一样。
After they were back, every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father walk slowly on the country road. My father had never been so gentle. It seemed they were the most harmonious couple. Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these made up the most beautiful picture in the world.
他们回来之后，每天的清晨或黄昏，母亲都会搀扶着父亲在乡村的小路上漫步。父亲从未如此温和过。他们就像是天作之合。在小路旁边，有许多美丽的野花、绿草和树木。阳光穿过树叶的缝隙，温柔地照射在地面上。这一切形成了一幅世间最美好的`画面。
The doctor had said my father would recover in two months. But after two months he still couldnt walk by himself. All of us were worried about him.
医生说父亲将在两个月后康复。但是两个月之后，他仍然无法独立行走。我们都很为他担心。
“Dad, how are you feeling now?”I asked him one day.
有一天，我问他：“爸爸，你感觉怎么样？”
“Susan, dont worry about me.”he said gently.“To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life.”Reading his eyes, I know he loves my mother dee*.
他温和地说：“苏珊，不用为我担心。跟你说吧，我喜欢与你妈妈一块散步的感觉。我喜欢这种生活。”从他的眼神里，我看得出他对母亲的爱之深刻。
Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience, I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm..
我曾经认为爱情就是鲜花、礼物和甜蜜的亲吻。但是从那一刻起，我明白了，爱情就像是生活中被子里的一根线。爱情就在里面，使生活变得坚固而温暖。
美文赏析:生活中你错过了什么？
In this life, what did you miss?
在生活中，你错过了什么？
The wife asked the husband when she was 25. Despondently, the husband replied: 'I missed a new job opportunity.'
妻子25岁的时候这样问丈夫。丈夫沮丧地回答：“我错过了一个新的工作机会。”
When she was 35, the husband angrily told her that he had just missed the bus.
35岁时，丈夫生气地说他错过了公交车。
At 45, the husband sadly said: 'I missed the oppotunity seeing my closed relative before his last breath.'
45岁时，丈夫悲伤地说：“我错过了见至亲最后一面的机会。”
At 55, the husband said disappointingly: 'I missed a good chance to retire.'
55岁时，丈夫失望地说：“我错过了一个退休的好机会。”
At 65, the husband hurriedly replied: 'I missed a dental appointment.'
65岁时，丈夫匆匆地回答：“我错过了和牙医的预约。”
At 75, the wife did not ask the husband anymore, the husband was kneeling in front of the very sick wife. Remembering the question the wife used to ask him, this time he asked the wife the same question. The wife, with a smile and peaceful look, replied: 'In this life, I did not miss having you!'
75岁，妻子不再问丈夫同样的问题，丈夫跪在病重的妻子面前，想起以前妻子常常问起的那个问题，这次他也问了妻子同样的问题，妻子笑了笑，一脸*静地说：“我这一生，没有错过你！”
The husband was full of tears. He always thought that they could be together forever. He was always busy with work and trifles. So much so he had never been thoughtful to his wife. The husband hugged the wife tightly and said: 'Over 50 years, how I had allowed myself to miss your deep love for me.'
丈夫满眼泪水，他总是认为可以和妻子白头到老，于是总是忙于工作和琐事，从没在意过妻子。他紧紧地抱住妻子说：“这50多年来，我怎么能允许自己错过了你对我的爱呢。”
In the busy city life, there are many people who are always busy with work. These people revolve their lives around their jobs, these people sacrifice all their times and health to meet the social expectations. They are unwilling to spend times on health care. They miss the opportunity to be with their children in their growing up. They neglect the loved ones who care for them, and also their health.
在繁忙的城市生活中，有人总是忙于工作。他们整天围着工作转，甚至为了达到社会的标准，牺牲了自己的健康。他们不愿花时间来关注自己的健康，在孩子成长的过程中错失了与之共享天伦之乐的机会。他们忽视了那些关心他们的人，以及他们的健康。
Nobody knows what is going to happen one year from now.
没有人知道一年后会发生什么事情。
Life is not permanent, so always live in the now. Express your gratitude to your loved ones in words. Show your care with actions. Treat everyday as the last episode of life. In this way, when you are gone, you loved ones would have nothing to feel sorry about.
生命不是永恒的，所以活在当下吧。把你对爱人的感谢说出来，用行动证明你关心他们。把每一天当作人生的最后一个篇章，只有这样，当你离开时，你爱的人们才会没有遗憾。
Once a circle missed a wedge. The circle wanted to be whole, so it went around looking for its missing piece. But because it was incomplete and therefore could roll only very slowly, it admired the flowers along the way. It chatted with worms. It enjoyed the sunshine. It found lots of different pieces, but none of them fit. So it left them all by the side of the road and kept on searching. Then one day the circle found a piece that fit perfectly. It was so happy. Now it could be whole, with nothing missing. It incorporated the missing piece into itself and began to roll. Now that it was a perfect circle, it could roll very fast, too fast to notice flowers or talk to the worms. When it realized how different the world seemed when it rolled so quickly, it stopped, left its found piece by the side of the road and rolled slowly away.
从前有个圆圈，它丢失了一小段。它想变得完整，于是它到处寻找它所丢失的那部分。由于不完整，它只能滚的非常慢。在路上，它羡慕过花儿，它与虫子聊过天，它享受了阳光的照耀。它遇到过很多不同的小段，可是没有一个适合它。所以它把它们丢在路边，继续寻找。有一天，圆圈找到了可以与它完美结合的一小段，它非常高兴。它现在终于完整了，不缺任何东西了。它把丢失的那段装到自己身上，然后滚了起来。它现在是个完整的圆圈了，它可以滚的很快快到忽视了花儿，快到没有时间和虫子们说话。当它意识到由于它滚的太快，世界变得如此的不同时，它便停了下来，把找到的那段卸下丢在路边，慢慢地滚走了。
There is a wholeness about the person who has come to terms with his limitations, who has been brave enough to let go of his unrealistic dreams and not feel like a failure for doing so. There is a wholeness about the man or woman who has learned that he or she is strong enough to go through a tragedy and survive, she can lose someone and still feel like a complete person.
人生的完整性，在于接受自己的缺陷，勇敢地丢弃不切实际的幻想，并且不觉得这样做是失败的；人生的完整性，在于知道自己足够强大，可以承受人生的苦难，可以在失去一个人时仍然觉得自己是完整的。
”Your money or your life.” The choice traditionally presented by the highwayman is supposed to have only one sensible answer. Money is, after all, no use to a corpse. Yet economists often study something rather like the highwayman‘s offer in an attempt to uncover the answer to an important question: how much is your life actually worth?
Like many awkward questions, this is one that has to be answered. Safety regulations save lives but also raise the cost of doing business, a cost we all pay through higher prices. Are they worth it? Our taxes pay for life-saving spending on road safety and fire fighting. Are they high enough, or too high?
So how much are we willing to spend to save a life? A traditional planner‘s approach used to be to measure the value of wages lost due to death or injury. That‘s dreadful: it confuses what I think my life is worth with what my boss thinks my life is worth.
So an alternative is to ask people how much they would pay for a safer car or kitchen cleaner. But such surveys do not always produce sensible results. Our answers depend on whether we‘re being offered a safer ?10 household cleaner and then asked if we want the more dangerous ?5 version, or whether we‘re offered the ?5 brand and then asked if we‘ll pay ?10 for the safer product. People often answer ”no” to both questions, contradicting themselves. These inconsistencies mean that we‘re either irrational or lying to pollsters, and perhaps both.
Economists therefore tend to prefer observing real choices. If you‘re willing to cross a busy street to pick up a ?20 note, the economist who put it there can infer something about your willingness to accept risk. More orthodox approaches look at career choices: if you‘re willing to be a lumberjack, part of that decision is to accept risk in exchange for financial reward.
Being a soldier is risky; so is being a drug-dealer or prostitute. The difficulty, evidently, is to disentangle the health risk and the financial reward from all the other motivations to choose a particular way of life. That isn‘t easy but economists try.
World Bank economist Paul Gertler and his colleagues reckoned that Mexican prostitutes valued their lives at about $50,000 per year, based on willingness to take money not to use condoms. At five times their annual earnings, that‘s a similar figure to workers accepting risky jobs in rich countries.
There are anomalies. Steve Freakonomics Levitt and sociologist Sudhir Venkatesh calculated that Chicago drug dealers seemed to value their entire lives at $50,000 to $100,000 - low indeed, even for poor young men whose career choice indicates a taste for risks.
Whatever the frailties of these calculations, they are the best we have. And far from cheapening life, this sort of research often highlights just how valuable our safer, healthier modern lives really are. Kevin Murphy of the Chicago Graduate School of Business recently visited London to present his research on the value of health improvements in the US since 1970. They‘re vast - about $10 trillion in today‘s money. Looking further back, if you had to choose between the material progress of the 20th century and the improvements in health, it would be a toss-up. The health gains are as valuable as everything else put together. Encouragingly, health in most developing countries has improved faster than in rich ones, suggesting that global inequality is falling.
And a more personal piece of good news: Murphy reckons the delicious cheeseburger I ate before interviewing him only cost me ?1 worth of health. Talk about a good deal.
我们常常把精力放在一些并不重要的事情上，把昨天难过的情绪带到今天，把明天未知的恐惧留给今天；可今天，我们本应该做的事情却完成不了。时间在不经意间悄悄流逝。所以，请记住，把握今天~今天才是最重要的。昨天的已经过去，明天的还未到来，过好今天的每一分钟，充实自己的现在时。
活得轻松--在现实中生活
To a large degree，the measure of our peace of mind is determined by how much we are able to live in the present moment．Irrespective of what happened yesterday or last year，and what may or may not happen tomorrow，the present moment is where you are －－always．
我们内心是否*和在很大程度上是由我们是否能生活在现实之中所决定的。不管昨天或去年发生了什么，不管明天可能发生或不发生什么，现实才是你时时刻刻所在之处。
Without question，many of us have mastered the neurotic1) art of spending much of our lives worrying about a variety of things －－all at once．We allow past problems and future concerns to dominate our present moments，so much so that we end up anxious，frustrated，depressed，and hopeless．On the flip side，we also postpone our gratification，our stated priorities2)，and our happiness，often convincing ourselves that ‘someday’ will be better than today．Unfortunately，the same mental dynamics3) that tell us to look toward the future will only repeat themselves so that ‘someday ’never actually arrives．John Lennon once said，‘Life is what’s happening while we’re busy making other plans．’When we’re busy making ‘other plans’，our children are busy growing up，the people we love are moving away and dying，our bodies are getting out of shape，and our dreams are slipping away．In short，we miss out4) on life．
毫无疑问，我们很多人掌握了一种神经兮兮的艺术，即把生活中的大部分时间花在为种种事情担心忧虑上---而且常常是同时忧虑许多事情。我们听凭过去的麻烦和未来的担心控制我们此时此刻的生活，以致我们整日焦虑不安，萎靡不振，甚至沮丧绝望。而另一方面我们又推迟我们的满足感，推迟我们应优先考虑的事情，推迟我们的幸福感，常常说服自己“有朝一日”会比今天更好。不幸的是，如此告诫我们朝前看的大脑动力只能重复来重复去，以致“有朝一日”永远不会真正来临。约翰·列农曾经说过：“生活就是当我们忙于制定别的计划时发生的事。”当我们忙于制定种种“别的计划”时，我们的孩子在忙于长大，我们挚爱的人离去了甚至快去世了，我们的体型变样了，而我们的梦想也在悄然溜走了。一句话，我们错过了生活。
Many people live as if life were a dress rehearsal5) for some later date．It isn’t．In fact，no one has a guarantee that he or she will be here tomorrow．Now is the only time we have，and the only time that we have any control over．When our attention is in the present moment，we push fear from our minds．Fear is the concern over events that might happen in the future－－we won’ t have enough money，our children will get into trouble，we will get old and die，whatever．
许多人的生活好像是某个未来日子的彩排。并非如此。事实上，没人能保证他或她明天肯定还活着。现在是我们所拥有的惟一时间，现在也是我们能控制的惟一时间。当我们将注意力放在此时此刻时，我们就将恐惧置于脑后。恐惧就是我们担忧某些事情会在未来发生---我们不会有足够的'钱，我们的孩子会惹上麻烦，我们会变老，会死去，诸如此类。
To combat fear，the best strategy6) is to learn to bring your attention back to the present．Mark Twain said，‘I have been through some terrible things in my life，some of which actually happened．I don’t think I can say it any better．Practice keeping your attention on the here and now．Your efforts will pay great dividends7)．
若要克服恐惧心理，最佳策略便是学会将你的注意力拉回此时此刻。马克·吐温说过：“我经历过生活中一些可怕的事情，有些的确发生过。”我想我说不出比这更具内涵的话。经常将注意力集中于此情此景、此时此刻，你的努力终会有丰厚的报偿。
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一生中,我有许多的老师,但最让我敬重的是那些教我懂得爱的老师。
The person who smiles happily when they drop money in a charity box is a teacher of love.
把钱放入慈善箱时露出幸福微笑的人是爱的老师。
The child who offers laughter and hugs more freely than an * is a teacher of love. The person who gives corn to starving deer and feeds hungry birds with seeds in winter is a teacher of love. The big dog who shares half of its food and place in the doghouse with a little puppy on a cold night is a teacher of love. Everyone who spends their lives sharing great love through countless acts of kindness is a teacher of love.
慷慨地给予他人微笑和拥抱的孩子是爱的老师。给冬季里挨饿的鹿和饥饿的鸟食物的人是爱的老师。一只能在寒冷的夜晚与小狗分享食物和住处的大狗也是爱的老师。每一个通过友善行为分享爱的人都是爱的老师。
You can be a teacher of love too. You can be a person who gives encouragement and joy to soul in need. You can be a person who cares for a sick friend, comforts a hurting heart and shares cheer fullness and kindness with everyone everywhere. You can be what life wants you to be—a teacher of beauty, glory and unconditional love.
你也可以成为一名爱的老师。你可以给处于困境中的人鼓舞和快乐。你可以照顾生病的朋友、安慰受伤的心灵并与大家分享快乐与友善。你可以顺应天意,成为一名美丽、光荣、能无私奉献爱的老师.
——长篇睡前故事 (菁华6篇)
巨人住在山洞里，他没有什么朋友。
早晨，他一个人起床，一个人吃早点。之后，又一个人出去散步，一个人看书。他觉得好孤单。
巨人想，如果我有一个朋友就好了，那样就能天天陪着我。他决定去找一个朋友来，于是，他走出了山洞。
山洞前面有两条路，左边的那条开满了鲜花，右边的那条却满是泥巴。
“该走哪一条呢”巨人想了想，想到了一个办法。他闭上眼睛，脱下一只靴子，用力的向天上一抛。
啪，靴子落到了右边的路上。他就决定走右边的路了。
巨人在满是泥巴的路上走着。不一会儿，他看见了路边有一座小房子，上头写着：的狐狸的家。
“哇！太好了。我找到朋友了。”巨人太激动了，他弯下腰，用眼睫毛轻轻地敲起门来。
“是谁”一只白狐狸轻轻打开一点点门缝。
“是我，最孤单的巨人，我想找一个朋友。”
“你找朋友干什么呢”一只红狐狸轻轻的打开了一点窗户缝。
“我们要一齐吃早点，散步，看书。你们愿意做我的朋友吗”巨人小声的问。
“让我们想一想。”红狐狸用力的关上了门，白狐狸也关上了窗户。
两只狐狸在小房子里商量起来。
“我觉得和一个巨人做朋友是绝对没有好处的。”红狐狸说，“你看他那么高大，随时会把我们吃掉的。”
“恩，我也这样认为。”白狐狸说，“你看他那么高大，脾气必须也很坏。”
两只狐狸讨论了很久。他们决定不和巨人做朋友了。
“可是，如果我们不和他做朋友，他会不会很生气呢”红狐狸说。
“他一生气就会吃掉我们的”白狐狸说。
“那可怎样办呢”
因为这件事，两只狐狸又讨论了很久。最终，他们决定送一样东西给巨人，这样就不用担心巨人生气了。
“亲爱的，的巨人。”红狐狸说，“跟我们做朋友是很糟糕的，你看，我们总是喜欢玩泥巴。”红狐狸拿出一团泥巴给巨人瞧。那块泥巴可真脏，并且臭烘烘的。
“那好吧，我不和你们做朋友了。可是，我需要一个朋友。”巨人说。
“你能够和他做朋友。”白狐狸从口袋里拿出一颗石头。
“你和这块石头做朋友吧。他是的石头。他会陪着你起床，吃早点，散步和看书的'。”
“太好了。”巨人看了看那块石头问：“可是，他怎样一动也不动呢”
“因为他是的石头呀，你要把他捏在手心里，不要掉下来，他就会永远陪伴着你了。”白狐狸说。
“好吧。多谢你们了。”巨人捏着那颗石头回家了。
巨人仔细的看着那颗石头，这颗的石头真是好漂亮啊。摸起来光光的，并且雪白雪白的。和山洞里所有的石头都不一样。
巨人把石头轻轻地捏在手里。让他陪着自我吃早点，散步，看书，还有睡觉。虽然的石头不会动，也不会讲话，可是巨人好喜欢他呀。因为，只要他自我不松开手，那颗石头就一向陪着他。巨人觉得太开心了。
这样貌过了很多天。
在一个阳光明媚的早晨，巨人醒来了。这时候，他听见手心里传来了一阵声音。
“叽叽叽叽……”他从手指缝里一瞧。
呀！一只黄黄的小鸡正从那颗的石头里往外钻呢。
“太好了。”巨人松开了手。那只小鸡从他的手指缝里走到了他的床上。
“叽叽叽叽……”
“太好了。”巨人高兴极了，他的眼睛流出了滚圆滚圆的泪珠，他连忙用双手接住他们。巨人觉得太幸福了。
“我最终有了会动，又会讲话的朋友了。”巨人这样想着。
鼹鼠奶奶小时候起，就比别的鼹鼠更爱色彩。
瞧，她的屋子竟然有七扇窗子，比任何一个屋子的窗子都多——绿框的叶形窗子，红框的花瓣形窗子，黄框的太阳形窗子，紫框的葡萄形窗子，蓝框的果子形窗子……
“站在这儿，”鼹鼠奶奶小时候在叶窗子边，对小伙伴说，“你能感觉到每一缕阳光都是绿油油。”啊，所有的小伙伴都跟着她在叶窗子边感受绿油油的阳光，在花瓣窗子边感受红艳艳的阳光，在太阳窗子边感受金灿灿的阳光，在葡萄窗子边感受紫盈盈的阳光，在果窗子边感受蓝幽幽的阳光……
大伙儿都觉得鼹鼠奶奶的生活是五彩斑斓的，大伙儿也都觉得鼹鼠奶奶的眼睛是五光十色的。
可是，鼹鼠奶奶还是瞎了。每一只鼹鼠的视力都会随着长大越来越退化，这对鼹鼠家族来说，是件最正常可是的事了。看起来，她一点儿也不难过——她十分自如地在地下通道行走，十分熟悉地在屋里做家务。
这一天，小灰鼠走过奶奶的屋子，看到鼹鼠奶奶摸着一粒豆子，一向在猜：“这是一颗红珠子吧挂在毛衣上会不会很好看这是一粒蓝珠子吧挂在耳朵上会不会挺精神这是一枚绿钮扣吧扣在丝巾上是不是挺别致……”
猜了好半天，鼹鼠奶奶叹了一口气：“哎，看不见颜色，真的不方便哪。”
小灰鼠看看鼹鼠奶奶七彩的窗子，想到一个好主意——她跑进屋子，对鼹鼠奶奶说：“奶奶，我在学分类整理屋子了，来您这试一下好不好”
“好呀，你怎样分类“鼹鼠奶奶还没闹明白。小灰鼠已经开始了，她把屋里的东西按颜色分类了——红橙黄绿青蓝紫，七大类，然后，她在七色窗子下各放一个布袋，红袋子放红窗下，全放红色的东西，红豆子，红钮扣，红剪刀……绿窗子下绿袋子，里面就是绿杯子，绿香皂，绿手帕……
“我全给您分好啦!“小灰鼠告诉鼹鼠奶奶，“您要用什么颜色的东西，只要到那种颜色的窗下就能找到啦。”
嘿，可不是么，奶奶走到蓝果子窗下一掏：“这个是蓝盒子还个蓝本子……”
“对呀，对呀……“小灰鼠拍手笑，“奶奶太棒了，每一种颜色都认得清清楚楚……”
“奶奶，我想借把小刀。“窗外小兔子对鼹鼠奶奶说。奶奶从红窗下掏出一把小刀：“借你一把红色的小刀吧，这把刀异常好使!““啊，奶奶还明白颜色!“小兔子惊奇地张大了嘴巴。小灰鼠在一边悄悄地笑。
从这以后，小灰鼠天天会到奶奶屋里转一圈，把奶奶新收回来的东西分类放好。“鼹鼠奶奶真厉害呀，眼睛比看得见的时候还要清楚，每一样颜色她都明白……“大伙儿常常这么议论，鼹鼠奶奶的心呀，就像七色的亮窗子一样，闪着欢乐的光泽。
“小灰鼠，“这天晚上，鼹鼠奶奶说，“你明白吗，我其实有八扇窗子呢。”
“八扇“小灰鼠说，“还有一扇我怎样没发现，是什么颜色”
“还有一扇就是小灰鼠，“鼹鼠奶奶说，“你是奶奶心里最亮最亮的一扇窗子呀，你照得奶奶的心，一向五彩缤纷的!”
小河*是郁郁葱葱的树林，成了小动物们玩耍嬉戏的游乐场。
小象皮皮每天都会来到这片树林玩耍，他用长鼻子卷卷这棵树，拨拨那棵草，高兴了在地上打个滚，阳光暖洋洋的透过树的缝隙照在身上，那是多么惬意的时光啊!这天小兔，小猫咪也来到了小树林，使得本来还比较安静的小树林一下变得热闹起来，他们在树林里玩捉迷藏。小兔找了个枯树叶比较多的地方藏了起来，小猫爬到了高高的树上掩藏在浓密的枝叶之间，然后发出声音告诉小象“我藏好了，你快来找啊!”小象皮皮开始用长鼻子在树林里这里嗅嗅那里闻闻，故意大声问：“小兔，你在哪儿呀?小猫你在哪儿呀?”“我在这儿呢?”从一堆枯树叶间传出微小的声音来，小象皮皮循着声音找去，看到一小堆树叶伴随着窸窸窣窣的声音在微微抖动着，小象用长鼻子拨开枯树叶“嘿嘿，我逮到你了!”他用长鼻子柔柔地卷起小兔，放到自己的背上，循着声音又把小猫也接到了自己的背上。小象皮皮载着小兔和小猫在树林里边唱边跳，他们在一起是那么的开心快乐。他们渴了就到小河边喝水，清清的河水是那么的清甜可口啊!
河对岸，长颈鹿带着伙伴们小花狗、小猪猪、小羊等小动物们在玩老鹰捉小鸡呢!你看当老鹰的小花狗跑得多带劲啊，可长颈鹿也不是好惹的，用长脖子老远就拦住了小花狗的去路护好了自己身后的“孩子们”。
因为有这条小河拦着，河*的小动物们不能在一起玩，只能隔河相望，总觉得很遗憾。小动物们想：要是河上有座桥就好了，我们就可以到河的对岸去和伙伴们一起玩游戏了，那该是多美的事啊!在夜里小兔曾就做过这样一个梦：风雨过后，河面上出现一道彩虹桥，自己就踩着彩虹桥到河的对岸去跟伙伴们一起玩耍的，那时自己是多么的开心啊!可这只是一个梦，现实中也不可能真的存在彩虹桥啊!有谁能来帮我们完成这样的美梦呢?谁会来架这座通往对岸的桥呢?这时小象皮皮有了个好主意，小象先站在河岸边伸起长鼻子，正好长鼻子架到河中心。或许也就是为了一个共同的愿望：让伙伴们玩得更开心，只要伙伴们开心自己甘愿奉献。河对岸的长颈鹿也心有灵犀地伸起长脖子，他们俩的长鼻子和长脖子刚好靠在了一起，搭成了一座别样的桥。
这是一座怎样的桥啊!是一座用真诚友谊之心搭成的桥。小兔、小猫顺着“桥”到了河对岸和小花狗、小猪猪、小羊等在一起玩游戏了，他们玩得多开心啊!看到伙伴们这么开心，小象皮皮和长颈鹿都非常开心，虽然自己没有加入他们的游戏，但有什么能比让朋友们快乐带给自己的愉快来得更高兴的事呢?从此，小动物们想在一起玩耍了，小象皮皮和长颈鹿就自发的搭成桥，让他们在一起玩个痛快，小动物们把这座桥叫做友谊桥。蓝天白云就好像他们友谊的见证人，从此天更蓝了，水更清了，小河流淌得更欢了，小动物们的友谊也更纯真了。
一头野牛在原野上走着。
他那对巨大的角，尖角强有力地向上弯着，上面仿佛刻着他一生的坚韧和痛苦。
他低头走着。他是一头孤独的野牛。
他走到一个高坡上，站在那里，一动不动。他特别喜欢就这样站着。
他在等待。
一阵风吹来，带来了淡淡的九叶草的气味。这是一种奇异的气味，也不是香，也不是臭，有一点辛辣，却又温和，虽然淡，却又有一点刺鼻。不过，如果直接去闻九叶草的话，是没有这种感觉的。它只有融在空气里，才会有那么的好闻。
他等待的就是这个九叶草的气味。闻到这种气味，野牛就会觉得浑身热血沸腾起来，又会飘飘然起来。他觉得自己像一张绷紧的弓，既含蓄着强大的力量，却又显示着那么柔美的曲线。
九叶草的气味越来越浓了，浓得让他感到恍惚起来。
“怎么回事？”野牛想，“从来没有这样过。”
忽然，他的眼睛一亮。就在高坡下，有一头母牛站着，仰着头，正在朝他看。
这是头母牛，有着一种他从来没有见过的美丽。
野牛向她跑去，他的蹄下，飞卷起滚滚的尘土。
野牛跑到母牛的面前，鼻子里喷着粗气。他简直不能控制自己了。他强烈地感到他爱她。
“你看见我了？”母牛问。她的声音很温柔。
“我，我……”野牛不知说什么好。
从母牛身上发出的九叶草的气味，使他感到晕眩。“原来，我每天到高坡上去闻的气味，是从她身上发出来的。”虽然这气味，别的母牛身上也有，但不一样。这一点，野牛心里很清楚。
野牛绕着母牛走了一圈，一边走，一边重重地点着头，仿佛在炫耀着自己的大角。
“跟我走吧！”野牛重重地说。这就是他的求爱方式。
“不……”母牛说。
“什么？”野牛不能接受这个回答。他抬起头来，看着她。
“我是说，”母牛犹豫地说，“还是你跟我走吧。”
“跟你走？这是什么意思？”野牛不明白，这不合惯例。
母牛不再说什么，开始跑了起来。空气中，弥漫着她身上发出来的强烈的九叶草的气味。
野牛紧跟着追去。
原野上，飞卷起两股滚滚尘土。
野牛并不用看着母牛追，他只要循着那九叶草的气味追就可以了。前面，就是那棵千年古樟树。
母牛跑到那棵古樟树前，停下了。
野牛也停下了，因为他看到一件非常奇怪的事。在那古樟树下，站着一个人，而母牛就站到了它的旁边，竟然任那个人怜爱地在她的脖子上抚摸着。
野牛被他所看到的情景惊呆了。
母牛的眼神里透出一种温柔，她对野牛说：“唉，这个人是我的主宰，我不能离开它。你要想跟我在一起，也得跟它在一起。”
野牛脑子里一片糊涂。
母牛用更温柔的声音跟野牛说：“来吧，和我在一起吧。我喜欢你。”
一阵阵九叶草的气味，让野牛失去了意志。他迷迷糊糊地向母牛走去。
走*了，母牛的头在野牛的脖子里钻着，撒娇似的表示她对野牛的爱。
那个人向前走了，母牛和野牛跟着它。
人带他们到的一个地方，周围都用铁栅栏围着。确切地说，这里是一个斗牛场，中间是一大块圆形的空地，四周是供人坐的看台。至于斗牛场的意义，野牛在三天后才明白。
野牛和母牛被放进了一个单间里。他在那里，充分感受了母牛的温柔和体贴。她使野牛那躁动不安的心，得到了最大限度的安抚。野牛觉得，他付出自由的代价是值得的，因为他得到了爱情。
三天以后，野牛被拉进了斗牛场。他的任务是与别的公牛斗。
在野牛面前站着的一头公牛，是一头由人驯养的公牛。那头公牛喷着鼻子，一副训练有素的样子。
“他不是野牛。哼。”野牛想。他根本不把他放在眼里。这种被人驯养的公牛，他的爆发力根本不值一提。
看台上，人们的呐喊声响起来了。
“它们喜欢看我们牛相斗吗？”野牛觉得奇怪。
野牛的心里，还装满着母牛，他不想与别的牛斗，只想回到她的身边，去闻她身上发出的九叶草的气味，那种使他陶醉的气味。
公牛低着头，喉咙里发出低沉的咕噜声，冲过来了。
野牛还没有醒过神，他还沉浸在九叶草的气味里。训练有素的公牛一头就把他顶翻了。
看台上的人一阵喊叫，似乎对野牛如此无能的表现极为不满。
那个在古樟树下站过的人，过来愤愤地把野牛带走了。
野牛对自己的失败并不在意，他不喜欢这战场，他宁愿回到母牛身边去。
然而，那个人却把野牛带到了一个远离母牛的房间，把他与她隔离开了。四面都是坚硬的石壁，没有母牛的声音，没有那九叶草的香味，连一个小水槽里的水也是冰冷的。。
这时，野牛才明白，这是对他失败的惩罚。他才明白，为了母牛，为了母牛身上那九叶草的气味，他付出的代价不止是自由，还有他的力量、勇气和愤怒。
野牛在又静又黑的房间里狂躁地踱步。
他的大角在墙上划了一下，闪出一道耀眼的火光。“让我去斗，让我去斗！”他喊着。
闻不到那九叶草的气味，他痛苦得发狂。为了那种特殊的气味，现在让他干什么都可以。
第二天，那个人又把他带到了斗牛场。
这次，换上了另一头公牛。他瞪着一对大眼睛，喷着粗气，向野牛冲来。
此刻已经是凶暴无比的野牛，前蹄刨着地，也向公牛冲去。
“砰！”两对牛角重重地撞在一起，进出了火花。
看台上的人似乎还没有看清楚是怎么回事，公牛已经倒在地上，满嘴的白沫，抽搐着。他的两只角都已断了。从断口里，正汩汩地流着血。
不一会儿，那头公牛就死了。
看台上，有一些人在欢呼，也有一些人垂头丧气。野牛懂了，他与公牛的决斗，原来是一场。有把希望押在他身上的，也有把希望押在那头死了的公牛身上的。
胜利了的野牛，兴奋地绕着场子跑着，他不是在庆贺，而是在寻找那个人。
“他在哪里？快带我去见母牛，我需要几叶草的气味！”
半个小，时以后，野牛义与母牛在一起了。在这个房间里，野牛贪婪地闻着满屋子的九叶草的气味。
骤然间，野牛感到自己的灵魂得到了安宁。因为母牛在身旁，因为有九叶草的气味。
“你累了吧？来，过来。”母牛说。她的声音是那么的温柔。
从此以后，每当野牛离开母牛、被带到斗牛场上去的时候，他都会变得十分的狂暴，哪一头公牛都不是他的对手。有的被他顶得脑浆迸裂，有的被他的大角挑破了肚子。野牛厌恶搏斗，然而，正是这种厌恶，才给了他狂暴的力量。
野牛成了场上的常胜英雄。
可是，有一天，斗牛场上出现了另一头野牛，比他更年轻，比他更强壮。
年轻的野牛战胜了他。他受了伤，倒在地上，一时站不起来。
他看见，那个人，带着年轻的野牛，向本来是属于他的房间走去，向本来是属于他的母牛走去。
那扇门刚刚被打开。母牛看到那年轻的野牛，先是一惊，随即就露出一个美丽的笑来。
母牛用她温柔的声音对年轻的野牛说：“你赢了？祝贺你。”
说着，母牛的头，在年轻的野牛脖子上擦着，就像她初次见到他一样。
绝望和愤怒，像一团火一样在野牛的胸膛里燃烧着。猛然间，他又想到了以前，想到了他站在那个高坡上，闻着淡淡的九叶草的气味，力量在他的体内奔腾着，他仿佛成了一张绷紧的弓……
野牛一下子从地上蹦了起来，狂奔过去。
他巨大的弯角，先是从那个曾在古樟树下站过的人的背后扎进去，又从他的肚子里穿出来。那个人还没来得及叫一声，就死了。
接着，野牛又从后面，把角尖扎进了猝不及防的年轻的野牛的肚子里，头再一甩，挑出了肠子。
当他站在母牛的面前时，她竞一点惊讶也没有。只是温柔地对他说：“你真厉害，你累了吧？”
当她斜着头，又想来擦他的脖子的时候，野牛忽然想道：“怎么，她除了温柔，似乎没有别的感情了？”
狂暴的野牛对她吼着：“走，跟我走！”
“到哪儿去？”母牛问着。
“到原野上去，到高坡上去，到树林里去。总之，离开这里。”
“离开这里……”母牛轻声重复着，她看一眼躺在地上的那个人，泪水从眼睛里流下来了。
“快走！”野牛大吼着。
他把头一斜，那扇关他们两个的铁门上的粗铁条，立刻被顶弯了。然而也就在此时，野牛头上的一只角也连根断了。他的头上只剩下一只角，那样子，看起来是那么的古怪。
母牛几乎是被野牛硬赶出去的.。她一直在回头看着那个躺在地上已经死了的人，好像看看他还会不会再醒过来。
当他们奔向原野的时候，从后面隐隐约约传来了人们的惊叫声。
“他们的声音是那么的杂乱和胆怯……”野牛想。
又回到了原野上。
野牛把她带到了那个他每天要去的高坡上。
原野上的风里，他又闻到了九叶草的气味。他明白，那是他心里的气味。以前，他从风里去感觉九叶草的气味，现在是风来感觉这种气味，并把它带向整个原野。
幸福是这么*。
野牛说：“从今以后，就我们俩在一起生活吧。”
母牛朝他摇摇头，眼睛里满是悲哀。
“怎么，你不愿意？”野牛不明白。
“不，不……”母牛还是摇头，她的动作变得迟缓起来，好像有点醉似的。
“你怎么啦？野牛问。
“我……我快要死了，”母牛无力地说，“那个人……他死了，我也要死了……”
“这是怎么回事？”
“你为我付出太多了，你，不值得……”母牛开始喘起来，“我把我的秘密告诉你吧，我……”
忽然，母牛的两只前腿跪倒在地上。
“我不是一头真的母牛。”
“什么？你说什么？”
“我是那个人做出来的，是为你，也为所有的公野牛做出来的。现在，他死了，我的能量也没有了……”
“你说什么？我怎么一点也听不懂？”野牛急切地问。
“一会儿，你就会明白了口谢谢你喜欢我身上的气味，谢谢你爱我，真的……”
说完这句话，母牛挣扎着站起来，用尽最后一点力气向前一扑。她从高坡上摔下去了。她在空中翻滚了几下，“砰”的一声，重重地摔在了岩石上，一动也不动了。
野牛狂奔下去。
当他跑到她的面前的时候，他看见，母牛的脑壳摔破了。从她的脑壳里，掉出来的不是脑浆，而是一堆散乱的电子元件。
她是一头机械牛。
野牛绕着她，狂奔起来。他觉得，他的一生似乎都在这么狂奔着。
飞扬的尘土，朦胧了她的尸体。
母牛的身上，现在一点点九叶草的气味也没有了。
在空气中，仿佛也闻不到一点点儿叶草的气味了。
忽然，野牛浑身一点力气也没有了。他觉得自己正在枯萎，正在像一片被烤干的树叶，正在绝望地卷起来。他甚至不敢相信自己曾经那么强健过，曾经像一张绷紧的弓。
野牛倒下去，死了。
很久以后，这里的—切又像以往—样了。那头野牛和机械牛的尸骨早已变成了尘土。然而，只有野牛的一只角还在。
这只角，斜插在野牛用自己的身体使之肥沃了的土里。
从空空的野牛角里，长出来一棵细细的小草，正在风中抖动着。
这棵草，就是九叶草。
从前有一个国王，他统治着广阔的土地，他还有三个儿子。有一天，国王的眼睛突然失明了，群医无策，没有人能够让他重见光明。后来王宫里来了一个老太婆，告诉他世界上只有一样东西能够让他重新恢复视力，那就是格力普鸟，它的歌声能让国王重新见到光明。
国王的大儿子听说后，主动要求去带回格力普鸟。据说这只鸟儿被另外一个国家的国王锁在笼子里，当做最珍贵的财富来看管。盲眼的国王对他儿子的提议非常高兴，于是帮他准备周全，就让他上路了。王子骑马走了一段路后，来到了一个旅馆，那里有很多客人，他们一起喝酒唱歌玩骰子，非常快活。他们快乐的生活让王子乐不思蜀，于是他留在了酒店里，和大家一起吃喝玩乐，把他的盲眼父亲和格力普鸟都抛在了脑后。
而国王还在满怀希望又忐忑不安地等着他的儿子回来，但是时间一天天过去了，一点大儿子的消息都没有。于是二儿子请求出去寻找他的哥哥，并且带回格力普鸟。国王同意了他的要求，并帮他做了最好的准备。但是当二王子来到旅馆，在那群欢快的人中间找到他哥哥后，他也留了下来，把格力普鸟和他的盲眼父亲都抛在了脑后。
二儿子已经走了很久，还是没有回来。国王见两个儿子都音信全无，非常伤心，因为他不仅失去了恢复视力的希望，还失去了他的两个儿子。这时候，最小的儿子也来到了他的面前，请求去寻找他的两个哥哥，并且带回格力普鸟，他非常肯定自己一定会成功的。国王不愿冒险让他的三儿子也踏上旅途，但经不住三儿子的不断恳求，最终他的父亲不得不同意了。这位王子也带上了最好的装备，像他的两个哥哥一样骑着马出发了。
他也像他的哥哥们一样来到了同一间旅馆。他的哥哥们看见他，极力请求他留下来，和他们一起过快乐的生活。但是他回答说，既然现在他已经找到了他们，那么他就要去完成下一个任务，去找他父亲渴望的格力普鸟了。
他在旅馆里只待了不到一个小时，就和哥哥们道别了，骑着马继续向前找另外一家旅馆过夜。他骑了很长一段路后，天开始黑了，他来到了树林深处的一间屋子旁。屋子的主人热情地接待了他，把他的马领进了马厩，并带着王子到了客房。他找了个女仆帮他铺好了床，准备好饭菜。这时天黑了，女仆铺好床放好餐具以后，王子就开始吃晚饭。正在这时，他听见隔壁房间传来了一阵十分哀怨的尖叫，他惊得跳起来，问女仆那尖叫是怎么回事，他是不是误入了贼窝。女仆对他说每天晚上都能听见这样的尖叫，但那不是活人发出来的，而是一个死人。因为他没有钱支付店里的饭费，店主人就杀了他。由于他没有钱下葬，所以每天晚上主人就去鞭打那人的尸体。
她说完这些后，就掀开了一盘菜的盖子，盘子里装的是一把刀和一柄斧头。王子立刻明白了，这是主人让他选择一种死法，除非他愿意用钱来赎回他的命。于是他叫来了主人，给了他一大笔钱，并付清了那个死人的账。除此之外，他还付了埋葬尸体的钱，那个**者答应会好好埋葬尸体。
然而王子感到继续待在这个**者的旅馆里太不安全，于是他就请女仆帮忙，想当晚逃走。女仆说这样会让她搭上自己的性命，因为王子的马在马厩里，而马厩的钥匙却在主人的枕头底下。但是，因为她自己也是被关在这里的，如果他愿意带她走，她就帮他。王子答应了，于是两人一起成功地逃出了旅馆，骑着马走了很远，终于脱离了危险地带。王子帮女仆安顿好住处，便继续前行了。
当他独自经过一座树林的时候，他遇见了一只狐狸。狐狸热情地向他问好，并问他要去哪里，去干什么。王子回答说他执行的是一个重要使命，不能对遇见的任何人讲。
“你这样做是对的，”狐狸说，“因为关系到格力普鸟，你想要去把它带给你的盲眼父亲。我可以帮助你，但是你必须得听从我的劝告。”
王子觉得这是一个好提议，而更好的是狐狸愿意带他到那个关着格力普鸟的城堡，于是他答应了狐狸的要求。他们一起穿过树林后，就看见了在不远处的城堡。接着狐狸给了王子三颗金粒，让他把其中一粒扔进守卫室，一粒扔进关着鸟的房间，剩下一粒扔进鸟笼子里，并叮嘱他要小心不能摸鸟的羽毛，不然他就会遭殃的。
王子拿了三粒金子，并且答应严格按照狐狸说的去做。他来到城堡的守卫室，把一粒金子扔了进去，顿时所有的守卫都沉沉睡去。他又将第二粒扔进关着鸟的房间，房间里负责看守鸟的守卫也睡着了，然后他把第三粒金子扔进鸟笼子里，鸟儿也立刻睡着了。王子把美丽的鸟儿拿到手上，他忍不住摸了摸小鸟的羽毛，小鸟醒了过来，开始尖叫。整个城堡都被叫醒了，于是王子被关进了监狱。
现在他坐在监狱里，十分后悔自己没有听从狐狸的话，惹上了麻烦，而父亲也因此没有机会恢复视力了。
这时狐狸突然出现在他面前，王子见到它，非常高兴，顺从地听着它责备自己，并且答应狐狸，只要能帮他逃出去，他以后一定听它的话。
狐狸说它就是来救他的，但是现在它什么也做不了，只能建议他在被带去审判的时候，对所有法官的问题都回答“是”，这样所有的事情都会解决的。王子遵守了它的指示，当法官们问他是不是想要偷走格力普鸟的时候，他说“是”，然后法官又问他是不是一个小偷，他仍旧回答“是”。
国王听见他承认自己是一个小偷，便说他可以原谅他偷鸟的罪行，只要他能到邻国把世界上最漂亮的公主带到他面前，对此王子也回答“是”。
他离开城堡后又遇见了狐狸，就和它一起去了邻国。当他们走进那里的城堡时，狐狸又给了他三粒金子。让他扔一粒到守卫室，扔第二粒到公主的房间，剩下的一粒扔到公主的床上。与此同时，他严厉地警告他不能吻公主。王子进了城堡，像狐狸说的那样扔出了三粒金子，于是所有人都睡着了。但是当他搂起公主的时候，看见公主这么美丽，他就忘记了狐狸的警告，忍不住吻了她一下。公主和城堡里的其他人都醒了过来，王子又被关进了地牢里。
狐狸再次来到王子面前，狠狠地责备了他，但是它还是答应帮他摆脱麻烦，只要他在受审的时候对每个问题都回答“是”。王子欣然同意了，向法官承认他是打算偷走公主，而且他是一个小偷。
国王听说这一切后，同意原谅他的冒犯，只要他能到邻国偷来有四个金蹄子的马，王子答应了。
他刚刚走出城堡，又遇见了狐狸，于是他们一起继续旅行。当他们到了目的地的时候，王子再次从狐狸那里拿到了三粒金子，狐狸叫他一粒扔到守卫室里，一粒扔进马厩里，第三粒扔到马栏里。但是狐狸告诉他，在马的头上挂着一个金马鞍，要是不想惹上比之前更大的麻烦，就绝不能碰它，因为那时狐狸就再也帮不了他了。
王子答应这次一定会小心。他把金粒都扔进了该扔的地方，解开了马绳，但是那时他看见了那个金马鞍，他想除了它之外没有东西更能配得上这匹有着金马蹄的马了。正当他准备伸手去拿金马鞍的时候，一股无形的力量打了一下他的胳膊，让他胳膊发麻。他立刻想起了他的承诺和险境，于是他不再看金马鞍，而是把马牵了出来。
狐狸正在城堡外等着他，王子向它承认说他这次差点又被诱惑了。
“我知道，”狐狸说，“因为打你胳膊的就是我。”
当他们又一起走的时候，王子说他忘不了漂亮的公主，问狐狸认不认为她应该和他一起骑着这匹有着金马蹄的马回到他父亲的王宫。狐狸同意了，说这是一个很好的主意。如果王子想要现在带走她的话，它愿意再给他三粒金子。王子十分愿意，并发誓这次他会好好地控制自己，不会再去吻公主。
他拿着金粒走进了城堡，顺利地带出了公主，和她一起骑上这匹美丽的马，继续他的旅程。当他们走进关着格力普鸟的城堡时，他又向狐狸要了三粒金子。他用这些金粒顺利地带出了小鸟。
现在他高兴极了，因为他父亲马上就可以恢复视力了，而他自己也可以拥有世界上最美丽的公主和有着金马蹄的马了。
王子和公主一起过了一段欢乐和幸福的时光，狐狸一直跟着他们。他们又来到了王子第一次碰见狐狸的森林。
“现在我们就分手吧，”狐狸说，“你已经得到了想要的一切了，接着你就会顺利地回到你父亲的皇宫，不过注意不要花钱帮任何人赎命。”王子感谢狐狸对他所有的帮助，并答应会留心它的警告，然后就告别了狐狸，带着公主和格力普鸟继续前行。
他们很快就来到了那座让两个哥哥忘记使命，留下来的旅馆。但是现在再也没有人唱欢快的歌了。王子走*时看见两个竖着的绞刑架，当他和公主一起走进旅馆时，他们看见所有的屋子都挂着黑布，一切都预示着悲伤和死亡。
他找了一个人，问他是怎么回事。那人告诉他两个王子因为欠了债，晚上就要被绞死了。他们吃喝玩乐花光了所有的钱，现在欠了主人一大笔钱，因为没有人愿意用钱赎他们的命，他们就要依法被处死了。
王子明白快死的就是他的两个哥哥，想到他们就要这么耻辱地死去，他心里难过极了。正好他身上带着足够的钱，于是他帮他们付清了所有债务，赎了他们的命。
起初两个哥哥十分感谢他，但是当他们看见小弟弟的财产时，他们开始嫉妒他的好运，就计划着除掉他，然后抢走格力普鸟、公主和金马蹄的马，带着这些回到父亲的王宫。
当他们计划好阴谋之后，就把小王子骗到一个狮子窝边，将他推了下去。接着他们让公主坐上马，拿起了格力普鸟，就回家了。公主伤心地哭着，但是他们威胁她，如果她不说是他们拿到的这一切，她就会没命。
他们回到王宫时，大家都十分高兴，每个人都大大地称赞了他们的勇气。
当国王问到最小的王子的时候，他们回答说他在旅馆里过着堕落的生活，最后因为欠债被绞死了。国王听到以后十分伤心，因为他最喜欢的就是小王子了。
很快，得到财宝的喜悦就消失得无影无踪了，因为格力普鸟不愿意唱歌让国王恢复视力，公主也日日夜夜地哭泣，也没有人敢靠*那匹有着金马蹄的马。
小王子被扔进了狮子窝后，发现狐狸也坐在那里。狮子们不仅没有把他撕成碎片，反而对他十分友善。狐狸也没有为他忘了警告而生气，它只是说，那些忘记父亲，让皇室蒙羞的王子会毫不犹豫地背叛他们的兄弟，这事一点儿也不奇怪。接着它就扶起了王子，走出了狮子窝，并告诉他现在应该怎么做。
王子全心全意地感谢了狐狸的真诚友谊，但是狐狸回答说如果王子真觉得它帮上了忙，它就想请王子帮它做一件事。王子说只要他做得到，他什么都会为它做的。
“我只有一件事请你帮忙，”狐狸说，“那就是请你用剑砍下我的头。”
王子十分惊讶，说自己不能砍了真正朋友的头。狐狸说这是王子能为它做的最好的事情。可无论狐狸怎么说，他都不愿意。狐狸十分伤心，说既然王子拒绝答应它的要求，它也不得不做一件它不愿意做的事情。如果王子坚持不愿意砍下它的头的话，那么它就必须杀了王子。最后王子还是抽出了自己的剑，砍下了狐狸的头。转眼间，一个年轻人就站在了他的面前。
“谢谢你帮我这个忙，”年轻人说，“是你把我从一个连死都摆脱不了的咒语里解救了出来。我就是那个强盗的旅馆里没法下葬的死人，是你还了我的账，并让我体面地下葬。正是因为如此，我一路上都在帮你。”
说完他们道了别，王子打扮成一个马蹄匠，来到他父亲的王宫里干活。
国王手下的人告诉他，王宫里正好缺一个马蹄匠，但是他得先能抬起那匹穿着金马蹄的马的脚，他们到目前为止都没有找到一个做得到的人。王子要求去见那匹马，他一走进马厩，马儿就开始友好地鸣叫起来，就像一只羊一样温顺地站在那里，让王子抬起它的蹄子，给王宫里的人看它的金色马蹄。
这时，国王的手下们又提起了格力普鸟。他们说它很奇怪，无论人们多好地照顾它，它都不愿意唱歌。马蹄匠说他很了解那只鸟，他曾经在另一个国家的宫殿里见过它，如果它不唱歌，那一定是因为它没有得到它想要的东西。他很清楚这只鸟的*性，只要让他见到这只鸟，他就会知道它要什么了。
于是国王的手下们商量是不是应该把这个陌生人带到国王面前。他们决定冒险去试一下，鸟儿和哭泣着的公主都住在国王的房间里，因此马蹄匠被带到了国王的房间。他一叫小鸟的名字，它就开始唱歌了，而这时公主也笑了，接着国王眼睛里的黑雾渐渐散去。鸟儿不停地唱着，他的眼睛也看得越来越清楚。最后他认出了眼前的马蹄匠就是他的小儿子，公主将他两个大儿子的邪恶行为告诉了国王，国王就把他们驱逐出境了。
小王子和公主结了婚，骑上了那匹有着金马蹄的马，继承了他父亲的半个王国。格力普鸟被国王留在身边，陪伴了他很久，直到他去世。现在这只鸟儿还在全心全意地为国王和整个王国的人民歌唱呢。
这一次，沈露跟父母彻底闹翻了。她气愤地甩出硕大的行李箱，把所有的名牌包包、鞋子一股脑地塞进去，打算就此离家出走，她知道此时的田初还在家门口等她。
沈爸站在门口冷眼看着女儿的一举一动，然后说：“你想跟他走？也行，把所有的东西留下，你净身出户。”
沈露跟田初正式在一起已经*一年了。在此期间他们曾作了很多次努力，企图让沈露的家人能够摒弃嫌贫爱富的世俗观念接受清贫的田初，可现在看来这一切仍是徒劳了。就在刚才，沈露再次带田初回家试图跟爸妈作进一步沟通的时候，他们却再次毫不犹豫把田初赶出了家门。
田初目睹了沈露跟家人决裂的一幕，他爱怜地冲上来一把搂住沈露的肩头在她耳边轻声呢喃道：“没事的宝贝，你还有我。”沈露倚在他的肩头使劲地点着头。
很快，沈露开始以女主人的身份，正式搬进田初的单身公寓。
接下来的日子果真娴静而美好。白天，田初去公司上班了，沈露就留在家里洗衣做饭料理家务。她这才发现自己似乎具备某些浑然天成的天赋，对于许多从未染指过的家务活简直手到擒来，而对于做饭这等小事更是无师自通。
白天的时间很快过去。等晚上田初回到家，他们在一起吃过晚饭后，便手牵手一起在晚风**的小区里散散步、聊聊天，之后又手牵手回到属于他们共同的小家里，之后一夜好眠。
——英语美文赏析(精选5篇)
Ms. Huang Lijia of your company has told me that your dept needs a manager assistant,and I wish to ap*** for the position. I will graduate from commercial school next month. My outstanding record at school and some experience in business has prepared me for the work you are calling for. I am really interested in learning business practice,and also a diligent worker and a fast learner. If given a chance, I am sure I can prove my worth in your company. I will be available during the weekdays in the morning for any interviews you may want to give. Enclosed is my resume,and hoping for your immediate re***. Sincerely yours, X,XX
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。
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.
人们当学会感受生命韵律之美，像听交响乐一样，欣赏其主旋律、激昂的高潮和舒缓的尾声。这些反复的乐章对于我们的生命都大同小异，但个人的乐曲却要自己去谱写。在某些人心中，不和谐音会越来越刺耳，最终竟然能掩盖主曲；有时不和谐音会积蓄巨大的能量，令乐曲不能继续，这时人们或举枪自杀或投河自尽。
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.
这是他最初的主题被无望地遮蔽，只因他缺少自我教育。否则，常人将以体面的运动和进程走向既定的终点。在我们多数人胸中常常会有太多的断奏或强音，那是因为节奏错了，生命的.乐曲因此而不再悦耳。我们应该如恒河，学她气势恢弘而豪迈地缓缓流向大海。
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.
人生有童年、少年和老年，谁也不能否认这是一种美好的安排，一天要有清晨、正午和日落，一年要有四季之分，如此才好。人生本无好坏之分，只是各个季节有各自的好处。如若我们持此种生物学的观点，并循着季节去生活，除了狂妄自大的傻瓜和无可救药的理想主义者，谁能说人生不能像诗一般度过呢。莎翁在他的一段话中形象地阐述了人生分七个阶段的观点，很多中国作家也说过类似的话。奇怪的是，莎士比亚并不是虔诚的宗教徒，也不怎么关心宗教。我想这正是他的伟大之处，他对人生秉着顺其自然的态度，他对生活之事的干涉和改动很少，正如他对戏剧人物那样。莎翁就像自然一样，这是我们能给作家或思想家的最高褒奖。对人生，他只是一路经历着，观察着，离我们远去了。
Occasionally, life can be undeniably, impossibly difficult. We are faced with challenges and events that can seem overwhelming, life-destroying to the point where it may be hard to decide whether to keep going. But you always have a choice. Jessica Heslop shares her powerful, inspiring journey from the worst times in her life to the new life she has created for herself:
生活有时候困难得难以置信，但又不容置疑。我们面临的挑战与困境似乎无法抵御，试图毁灭我们生活，甚至使你犹疑是否继续走下去。但是你总有选择的余地。从人生低谷走向新生活的杰西卡·赫斯乐普，在这里与我们分享她启迪心灵、充满震撼力的生活之旅。
In 2012 I had the worst year of my life.
2012年是我生活中最艰难的一年。
I worked in a finance job that I hated and I lived in a concrete jungle city with little greenery. I occupied my time with meaningless relationships and spent copious quantities of money on superficialities. I was searching for happiness and had no idea where to find it.
我做着讨厌的财务工作，住在难寻绿色的高楼林立的城市。我忙于无意义的交往，在一些肤浅表面的东西上大笔开销。我寻找快乐，却又不知道它在哪里。
Then I fell ill with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) and became virtually bed bound. I had to quit my job and subsequently was left with no income. I lived with my boyfriend of then only 3 months who financially supported me and our relationship was put under great pressure. I eventually regained my physical health, but not long after that I got a call from my family at home to say that my father’s cancer had fiercely progressed and that he had been admitted to a hospice.
然后我患上了慢性疲劳综合症，几乎到了卧床不起的地步。我不得不辞掉工作，同时也就断了财源。我和那时仅相处了3个月的男友住在一起，经济上完全依赖于他，我们的关系承受着巨大压力。终于我恢复健康，但不久，我接到家里的电话，父亲的癌症急剧恶化，已经住进了临终关怀中心。
I left the city and I went home to be with him.
我离开了城市，回家陪父亲。
He died 6 months later.
6个月之后，他去世了。
My father was a complete inspiration to me. He was always so strong that, for a minute after he drew his last breath, I honestly thought he would come back to life. I couldn’t believe I would never again cuddle into his big warm chest and feel safe no matter what.
父亲的事让我彻底清醒。他一直很强壮，在他咽气之后一分钟里，我真的认为，他会活过来。我不能相信，我再也不能依偎在他温暖的怀抱里，享受他宽大的胸怀带给我的安全感。
The grief that followed was intense for all of us 5 children and our mother, but we had each other.
母亲和我们5个兄弟姐妹极为难过，但至少我们还拥有彼此。
But my oldest sister at that time complained of a bad back. It got so bad after 2 months that she too was admitted to hospital.
但是，那时我大姐开始抱怨着背痛，2个月后，因疼痛加剧也住进了医院。
They discovered that she had highly advanced cancer in her bones and that there was nothing that they could do.
医生们检查发现，她已是骨癌晚期，对此他们已无能为力。
She died 1 month later.
1个月之后，她也走了。
I could never put into words the loss of my sister in my life.
大姐的逝去让我陷入难以形容的痛苦之中。
She was a walking, talking angel and my favourite person in the whole world. If someone could have asked me the worst thing that could ever happen, it would have been losing her.
在这个世界上，她是一个能走路、会说话的天使，我最喜欢的人。如果有人问我，世界上发生的最坏的事情是什么，那就是失去她。
She was my soul-mate and I never thought I would journey this lifetime without her.
她是我的灵魂伴侣，我从来没有想过，我会走过没有她陪伴的生命旅程。
The Moment Of Deliberate Choice
抉择时刻
The shock and extreme heart break brought me to my knees. The pain was so great and my world just looked desolate. I had no real home, no money, no job, and no friends that cared. Not one person had even sent me a sympathy card for my loss.
我被打击和极度的心痛击挎了。强烈的痛苦使世界在我眼中变得如此凄凉。我没有真正意义上的家，没有钱，没有工作，也没有关心我的朋友。没有一个人因我失去亲人而寄给我慰问卡。
I made an attempt of my own life and I ended up in hospital.
我尝试着活下去，结果住进了医院。
I remember lying in the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling and seeing my sister’s beautiful face. She stayed with me all night long.
我记得，躺在病床上，看着天花板，看到姐姐美丽的面庞。她整夜守候着我。
I realised during that night that I had a choice. I could choose to end my life or I could choose to live it.
那天晚上，我意识到我可以选择。要么结束生命，要么活下去。
I looked in my sister’s eyes and I made a decision not to go with her just yet. That I would stay and complete my journey here.
望着姐姐的眼睛，我决定不跟她走。我要留下来，走完我的生命旅程。
I also made the decision that, I wouldn’t just live any life. I would live the life that I absolutely LOVE and nothing less.
同时，我还决定，不只为生活而生活，我要完全以自己想要的方式生活。
In that moment, the clarity that descended around me was like a light shining in a dark room for the first time. As if the earth’s plates had shifted under my feet and everything suddenly looked real for the first time.
在那一刻，这一想法第一次清晰得如同一盏在黑暗闪烁的明灯。好像脚下的地球版块变换了，每一样东西在我眼前都真实得前所未有。
Occasionally, life can be undeniably, impossibly difficult. We are faced with challenges and events that can seem overwhelming, life-destroying to the point where it may be hard to decide whether to keep going. But you always have a choice. Jessica Heslop shares her powerful, inspiring journey from the worst times in her life to the new life she has created for herself:
生活有时候困难得难以置信，但又不容置疑。我们面临的挑战与困境似乎无法抵御，试图毁灭我们生活，甚至使你犹疑是否继续走下去。但是你总有选择的余地。从人生低谷走向新生活的杰西卡・赫斯乐普，在这里与我们分享她启迪心灵、充满震撼力的生活之旅。
In 20xx I had the worst year of my life.
20xx年是我生活中最艰难的一年。
I worked in a finance job that I hated and I lived in a concrete jungle city with little greenery. I occupied my time with meaningless relationships and spent copious quantities of money on superficialities. I was searching for happiness and had no idea where to find it.
我做着讨厌的财务工作，住在难寻绿色的高楼林立的城市。我忙于无意义的交往，在一些肤浅表面的东西上大笔开销。我寻找快乐，却又不知道它在哪里。
Then I fell ill with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) and became virtually bed bound. I had to quit my job and subsequently was left with no income. I lived with my boyfriend of then only 3 months who financially supported me and our relationship was put under great pressure. I eventually regained my physical health, but not long after that I got a call from my family at home to say that my father’s cancer had fiercely progressed and that he had been admitted to a hospice.
然后我患上了慢性疲劳综合症，几乎到了卧床不起的地步。我不得不辞掉工作，同时也就断了财源。我和那时仅相处了3个月的男友住在一起，经济上完全依赖于他，我们的关系承受着巨大压力。终于我恢复健康，但不久，我接到家里的电话，父亲的癌症急剧恶化，已经住进了临终关怀中心。
I left the city and I went home to be with him.
我离开了城市，回家陪父亲。
He died 6 months later.
6个月之后，他去世了。
My father was a complete inspiration to me. He was always so strong that, for a minute after he drew his last breath, I honestly thought he would come back to life. I couldn’t believe I would never again cuddle into his big warm chest and feel safe no matter what.
父亲的事让我彻底清醒。他一直很强壮，在他咽气之后一分钟里，我真的认为，他会活过来。我不能相信，我再也不能依偎在他温暖的怀抱里，享受他宽大的胸怀带给我的安全感。
The grief that followed was intense for all of us 5 children and our mother, but we had each other.
母亲和我们5个兄弟姐妹极为难过，但至少我们还拥有彼此。
But my oldest sister at that time complained of a bad back. It got so bad after 2 months that she too was admitted to hospital.
但是，那时我大姐开始抱怨着背痛，2个月后，因疼痛加剧也住进了医院。
They discovered that she had highly advanced cancer in her bones and that there was nothing that they could do.
医生们检查发现，她已是骨癌晚期，对此他们已无能为力。
She died 1 month later.
1个月之后，她也走了。
I could never put into words the loss of my sister in my life.
大姐的逝去让我陷入难以形容的痛苦之中。
She was a walking, talking angel and my favourite person in the whole world. If someone could have asked me the worst thing that could ever happen, it would have been losing her.
在这个世界上，她是一个能走路、会说话的天使，我最喜欢的人。如果有人问我，世界上发生的最坏的事情是什么，那就是失去她。
She was my soul-mate and I never thought I would journey this lifetime without her.
她是我的灵魂伴侣，我从来没有想过，我会走过没有她陪伴的生命旅程。
The Moment Of Deliberate Choice
抉择时刻
The shock and extreme heart break brought me to my knees. The pain was so great and my world just looked desolate. I had no real home, no money, no job, and no friends that cared. Not one person had even sent me a sympathy card for my loss.
我被打击和极度的心痛击挎了。强烈的痛苦使世界在我眼中变得如此凄凉。我没有真正意义上的家，没有钱，没有工作，也没有关心我的朋友。没有一个人因我失去亲人而寄给我慰问卡。
I made an attempt of my own life and I ended up in hospital.
我尝试着活下去，结果住进了医院。
I remember lying in the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling and seeing my sister’s beautiful face. She stayed with me all night long.
我记得，躺在病床上，看着天花板，看到姐姐美丽的面庞。她整夜守候着我。
I realised during that night that I had a choice. I could choose to end my life or I could choose to live it.
那天晚上，我意识到我可以选择。要么结束生命，要么活下去。
I looked in my sister’s eyes and I made a decision not to go with her just yet. That I would stay and complete my journey here.
望着姐姐的眼睛，我决定不跟她走。我要留下来，走完我的生命旅程。
I also made the decision that, I wouldn’t just live any life. I would live the life that I absolutely LOVE and nothing less.
同时，我还决定，不只为生活而生活，我要完全以自己想要的方式生活。
In that moment, the clarity that descended around me was like a light shining in a dark room for the first time. As if the earth’s plates had shifted under my feet and everything suddenly looked real for the first time.
在那一刻，这一想法第一次清晰得如同一盏在黑暗闪烁的明灯。好像脚下的地球版块变换了，每一样东西在我眼前都真实得前所未有。
Love Is Not Like Merchandise
爱情不是商品
A reader in Florida, apparently bruised by some personal experience, writes in to complain, "If I steal a nickel's worth of merchandise, I am a thief and punished; but if I steal the love of another's wife, I am free."
佛罗里达州的一位读者显然是在个人经历上受过创伤, 他写信来抱怨道: “如果我偷走了五分钱的商品, 我就是个贼, 要受到惩罚, 但是如果我偷走了他人妻子的爱情, 我没事儿。”
This is a prevalent misconception in many people's minds---that love, like merchandise, can be "stolen". Numerous states, in fact, have enacted laws allowing damages for "alienation of affections".
这是许多人心目中普遍存在的一种错误观念――爱情, 像商品一样, 可以 “偷走”。实际上，许多州都颁布法令，允许索取“情感转让”赔偿金。
But love is not a commodity; the real thing cannot be bought, sold, traded or stolen. It is an act of the will, a turning of the emotions, a change in the climate of the personality.
但是爱情并不是商品；真情实意不可能买到，卖掉，交换，或者偷走。爱情是志愿的行动，是感情的转向，是个性发挥上的变化。
When a husband or wife is "stolen" by another person, that husband or wife was already ripe for the stealing, was already predisposed toward a new partner. The "love bandit" was only taking what was waiting to be taken, what wanted to be taken.
当丈夫或妻子被另一个人“偷走”时，那个丈夫或妻子就已经具备了被偷走的条件，事先已经准备接受新的伴侣了。这位“爱匪”不过是取走等人取走、盼人取走的东西。
We tend to treat persons like goods. We even speak of the children "belonging" to their parents. But nobody "belongs" to anyone else. Each person belongs to himself, and to God. Children are entrusted to their parents, and if their parents do not treat them properly, the state has a right to remove them from their parents' trusteeship.
我们往往待人如物。我们甚至说孩子“属于”父母。但是谁也不“属于”谁。人都属于自己和上帝。孩子是托付给父母的，如果父母不善待他们，州**就有权取消父母对他们的托管身份。
Most of us, when young, had the experience of a sweetheart being taken from us by somebody more attractive and more appealing. At the time, we may have resented this intruder---but as we grew older, we recognized that the sweetheart had never been ours to begin with. It was not the intruder that "caused" the break, but the lack of a real relationship.
我们多数人年轻时都有过恋人被某个更有诱惑力、更有吸引力的人夺去的经历。在当时，我们兴许怨恨这位不速之客---但是后来长大了，也就认识到了心上人本来就不属于我们。并不是不速之客“导致了”决裂，而是缺乏真实的关系。
On the surface, many marriages seem to break up because of a "third party". This is, however, a psychological illusion. The other woman or the other man merely serves as a pretext for dissolving a marriage that had already lost its essential integrity.
从表面上看，许多婚姻似乎是因为有了“第三者”才破裂的。然而这是一种心理上的幻觉。另外那个女人，或者另外那个男人，无非是作为借口，用来解除早就不是完好无损的婚姻罢了。
Nothing is more futile and more self-defeating than the bitterness of spurned love, the vengeful feeling that someone else has "come between" oneself and a beloved. This is always a distortion of reality, for people are not the captives or victims of others---they are free agents, working out their own destinies for good or for ill.
因失恋而痛苦，因别人“插足”于自己与心上人之间而图报复，是最没有出息、最自作自受的乐。这种事总是歪曲了事实真相，因为谁都不是给别人当俘虏或牺牲品――人都是自由行事的，不论命运是好是坏，都由自己来作主。
But the rejected lover or mate cannot afford to believe that his beloved has freely turned away from him--- and so he ascribes sinister or magical properties to the interloper. He calls him a hypnotist or a thief or a home-breaker. In the vast majority of cases, however, when a home is broken, the breaking has begun long before any "third party" has appeared on the scene.
但是，遭离弃的情人或配偶无法相信她的心上人是自由地背离他的――因而他归咎于插足者心术不正或迷人有招。他把他叫做催眠师、窃贼或破坏家庭的人。然而，从大多数事例看，一个家的破裂，是早在什么“第三者”出现之前就开始了的。
