Chinchillas are, without a doubt, one the cutest animal species ever. With their bushy tails, tiny ears, long whiskers, and adorably fluffy fur, the little creatures can truly make you say "awww". In fact, it is said that their fur is the softest out of all land mammals!南美栗鼠（龙猫）无疑是最萌的动物之一。毛茸茸的尾巴，小耳朵长胡须，蓬松的皮毛惹人爱。这一小生灵真的可以让你“哇”一声惊叹。事实上，据说其皮毛是所有陆地动物里最柔软的。
So, to celebrate the beauty of these little rodents, a list of cute baby chinchillas has been put together. Beware - it's a cuteness overload waiting to happen!所以，为庆贺这小小啮齿动物之美，把一溜列可爱的栗鼠宝宝集中在了一起。小心，眼前会超乎想象萌化你。
The man who is aware of himself is henceforth independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and hrough with profound yet temperate happiness. Healone lives, while other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past time in a kind of dream. Once conform ,once do what other people do finer than they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul, He becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
凡是意识到自我的人从今往后才是独立的'；他永远不知疲倦，他明白生命苦短，所以完全沉浸于深深的而又适度的幸福之中。他独立生活，而别人是繁文缛节的奴隶，在醉生梦死之中听从生命悄然流逝。一旦循规蹈矩，一旦人为亦为，呆滞就笼罩着灵魂中一切灵敏的神经和官能。灵魂变得徒有其表，其中空空；迟钝，木然、冷漠。
New Year is coming. Most people are looking forward to it and indulged in the happiness from it. But there are some people are having harbor malicious intentions. In order to gain more money to have a happy new year, some people will get money from some illegal ways, some as rob or steal. When people are waiting bus in the bus station, there may be some people driving like wild men to rob them.
When people stay in their house, there may be someone cheat them to open the door and medicine you, then rob their house. The rate for that kind of crime will increase as the New Year is coming. So, everybody needs to be careful.
新年快到了。大多数人都期待着它，并沉溺于它带来的幸福之中。但也有一些人怀有恶意。为了赚更多的钱来过一个快乐的新年，有些人会通过一些非法的方式来赚钱，有些人会通过抢劫或偷窃来赚钱。当人们在汽车站等车时，可能会有一些人像野人一样开车去抢劫。
当人们呆在家里时，可能会有人骗他们开门给你吃药，然后抢劫他们的房子。随着新的一年的到来，这种犯罪率将会上升。所以，每个人都需要小心。
冬天里的晴朗日子 Those Sunny Days In the Winter
When winter comes, the days are always full of rain and there are less sunshine, so it is so rare to enjoy the sunshine, people will feel excited to see the sunny days. As for me, I will be very happy when the sun comes out in the winter. I will get some plans to spend my time in the warm day, sometimes I will call my friends out and have a picnic in the park, we can not only enjoy the sunshine, but also can have a nice talk, it will strengthen our communication. Sometimes our family will have the barbecue outside, we share our food and play games so happily. I love sunshine, when I feel frustrated, I will forget about all the worries once the sun is coming out. Those sunny days in the winter are so special to me.
当冬天来临的时候，总是充满了雨水和少量的阳光，因此很难享受得到阳光，人们对晴天感到很兴奋。对于我来说，冬日里太阳出来的时候，我会感到很高兴。我会做一些计划来在温暖的日子里度过我的时光，有时候我会叫朋友出来，在公园里野餐，我们不仅能享受阳光，也能愉快地聊天，这能增进我们的交流。有时候我们家人也会在户外野餐，我们分享彼此的食物，愉快地玩游戏。我喜欢阳光，当我感到沮丧的时候，一旦阳光出来，我就会忘记所有的烦恼。冬日里的晴朗日子对于我来讲是如此的特别。
伪劣产品的危害 The Dangers of the Fake Products
“Shan Zhai” is the new words to express fake products, people use it to express the highly imitated products, some manufacturers produce the Shan Zhai products to make great profit, but it is so unfair to the customers, they pay so much money in the purpose of buying the genius stuff instead of the fake products. Fake products not only cheats people’s money, but also brings people dangers. Such as the medicine, if people buy the fake one, once they eat it, they will feel uncomfortable and get the illness, the most terrible situation is that they will kill themselves. Fake product is so harmful, though the government has taken some action to ban it, still people sold it, it is the temptation of profit that makes people sold it. What if their relatives have bought the products, so in order to keep people healthy, fake products should be banned.
“山寨”是用来表达伪劣产品的新代言词，人们使用它来表达高仿产品，一些生产商生产山寨产品以此来获取巨大的利润，但是这对于顾客来讲是不公*的，他们花费了这么多的钱，只为了买到真的产品而不是假的产品。伪劣产品不仅欺骗了人们的钱，而且给人们带来了危害。比如药，如果人们买到伪劣的，一旦服用，就会感到不舒服，生病，最严重的情形就是因此失去生命。伪劣产品是如此的有害，虽然**已经采取了一些措施来禁止售卖，但是仍然有人兜售，他们是抵挡不住金钱的诱惑。如果他们的亲戚买了这些产品，会怎样呢，因此为了人们的健康，不要再卖伪劣产品了。
——英语文章阅读汇总5篇
A red dragon in the global economy
Many Chinese believe that for China to be strong its trade account must not be in the red. It must have a trade surplus to grow prosperous. So if we look back at 5000 years of Chinese history, it would be surprising that the time China’s trade was in the red was also just when the ‘middle kingdom’ was at its peak during that dynasty.
For example, during Han Dynasty, China ran a trade deficit for centuries with neighboring countries, and it was also the time China became the center of the Asia. Another obvious example is the Tang and Song Dynasty (from 7th century to 11th century), when China was again in a trade deficit with nearly all its neighbors. China was then experiencing shortages of gold, silver or even bronze, but none of this had blocked the red dragon from being the strongest nation at that time. But at the end of Song Dynasty, just decades before the Chinese were invaded and defeated by Mongolians, China became the main exporter in Asia and it was one of the several periods when China was weak. Historians cannot sim*** conclude this as coincidence.
Recent history tells the same story. The end of 19th century was a nightmare for the ancient nation. Many blamed the trade deficit that resulted from opium trade as the plague which caused the weakness of China’s economy in the late Qing Dynasty. However, if we put opium trade aside, China was still a large exporter in the world while it imported little from the outside world. At some point, China’s trade partners had to use opium as a way to pay for their trade deficit with China. Earlier, in the middle of the 18th century, China could produce enough opium for domestic market and also become an exporter in normal definition, but it didn’t help China to be a stronger nation at all. When China launched its first industrialization campaign, it’s trade soon turned into red again, but this happened during the last struggle of Qing Dynasty in its dying years.
After its opening-up in 1978, China was in the red again for eleven years, with the exception of 1983. The government is implementing of a strategy of stimulating exports initially from China’s opening-up. It is a reasonable policy for a post-communism economy which is lack of an efficient fiancé system and a minimum-required foreign currency reserve.
Since 1990, China has been chalking up trade surplus with the exception of 1993. In 2004, the trade surplus of China amounts to $70 billion, of which $58.6 billion from Sino-US trade. With its expanding of trade surplus, its economic rapid growth continues for decades. At the same time, Chinese factories are famous for dumping cheap goods from advantages of its low-cost labors and poor environment standard. After all, China is developing, much faster than EU, US, Japan or any other major power of the world. There is no doubt that China is regaining its strength and will be a major economic power in the 21st century.
What will China bring to the globalization of economy? Even for a country of 1.2 billion population and 960 square kilometers, there is no unlimited sup*** of cheap labor or unlimited tolerance of environment pollution. However, the demand of the 1.2 billion population market in a fast-growing economy could be the powerful engine of the global economy in human history. Some of Chinese key officials and scholars has turned to pro-deficit attitude on this debate and more and more people realize that China has no responsibility to sup*** the world with cheap goods while the living standard of Chinese people are below average level. While those booming Chinese companies have shown their appetites for raw materials on the global market, the extravagance of Chinese wealthy family in cities has given hopes to global manufacturers.
Most of the pressure to grow imports comes from China’s trade partners, especially US and Japan. A strong wind calling for the revaluation of RMB has been blowing since the beginning of 2003, and some even criticize China as an exporter of deflation. At the same time, huge amounts of hot money flow into China despite capital controls that strictly limit money flows into this country. Chinese officials have openly refused to revaluate RMB under pressure and some even say that its a conspiracy to sacrifice China’s economy without bringing benefits to the global economy. But those strong words against the revaluation of RMB were more or less for internal politics. The government then began to boost the imports to ease the pressure on the currency.
Domestically, there are more and more criticisms against the stimulating-export policies, especially the tax reimbursement policy. The tax reimbursement to exporters has aggravated the fiscal deficit of the central government. The government has paid 125 billion RMB and 115 billion RMB for tax reimbursement. This appropriation was far from the amount incurred every year and up to the end of 2003, the tax reimbursement in arrears reached to 340 billion RMB ($41.06 billion). The profit margin rates of many exporters are below the reimbursement rate. As the default of payment accumulated year-by-year, some exporters have fallen into liquidity problem while waiting for the payment of tax reimbursement in arrears.
So China should not be afraid to become red in trade, like it has during many periods of greatness. If the dragon becomes be red for years or even decades, the most foreseeable consequence is that RMB will be an international currency. To support an international currency, China should build ‘a stable macroeconomic environment, an efficient market mechanism and a healthy banking system’ as Chinese Premier Wen Jiabao mentioned as the preconditions for a revaluation of RMB. It is easy to say what’s good but it is difficult to identify the problems and solve them. When the growth is still enough to sustain the system, who will be brave enough to cut the mess behind the rise? China should not be afraid to become red again.
Love, love, love
Please forgive me because I’m not talking about the popular song here. I really love that song, though! What I want to bring to you people here is something I’d like to discuss with.
Love is indeed a big concept. Thus it makes some people confused or feel blur. As I have mentioned before in this forum, I don’t even differ “love” from “like” sometimes. Can you?
I know nobody who doesn’t want his life filled with love. One is/has been/will be receiving love from his parents, relatives, friends, colleagues, lovers and whatsoever living creatures, including animals. Fully enjoying love from around me is what I always long for. How happy and joyful I would be if I could have love everywhere in this planet!
Love conquers everything in human’s world. The more civilized and developed a country is, the more love you will see in there. I saw many charity organizations in Singapore and Canada, and I believe there must be many in other developed countries. There is, however, so few in China. Even though there are some similar organizations in China, I’m afraid they are not doing their jobs.
The most popular case we can see in China is Leukemia. I have all along been donating money to those patients, since I was a student. I just feel that’s the only way I can use to help them.
The other case is raised by baggers, who are wandering in the streets all the time. They are everywhere in the cities. They are annoying sometimes, because they would even pull your pants to hold you back if you refuse to give them cashes. I pay more respect to those who would rather go collecting rubbishes at nights than being criminals to steal or rob, or commit whatever bad things against the local citizens. Once a 80 over years old woman was seen lying on the side of a road. I saw her too, for several times. She seldom bagged for money, she wanted foods and clothes more than cashes. Each time I passed by, I would give her 10 Yuan, not for pitying her, but do what I could to be of help. She died one year later. I was sad when I heard the news because I couldn’t imagine what kind of children she had would abandon their parents! She must be very sad and desperate when she left her home; she must be tough and strong to survive in such a big cold city alone for years; she must be thinking about something before her death; she must be…
If there is another life for this wretched poor woman after her death, I hope she would have a much better life by then. May her soul rest in peace.
New Year is coming. Most people are looking forward to it and indulged in the happiness from it. But there are some people are having harbor malicious intentions. In order to gain more money to have a happy new year, some people will get money from some illegal ways, some as rob or steal. When people are waiting bus in the bus station, there may be some people driving like wild men to rob them.
When people stay in their house, there may be someone cheat them to open the door and medicine you, then rob their house. The rate for that kind of crime will increase as the New Year is coming. So, everybody needs to be careful.
When a message occurs can also reveal associated meaning. Let us assume two couples do exactly the same amount of kissing and arguing. But one couple always kisses after anargument and the other couple always argues after a kiss. The ordering of the behaviors maymean a great deal more than the frequency of the behavior. A friends unusually docile behaviormay only be understood by noting that it was preceded by situations that required an abnormalamount of assertiveness. Some responses may be directly linked to a developing pattern ofresponses and defy logic. For example, a person who says No! to a serials of charges likeYoure dumb, Youre lazy, and Youre dishonest, may also say No! and try to justify hisor her response if the next statement is And youre good looking.
Make your fate in control
Fate is determined by character, and character is determined by knowledge, desire and habit. If a person wants to change his fate, he has to change his character first; and if he wants to change his character, he has to change his knowledge or his desires and habits. Complaining to other people or the environments makes no sense.
Actually, everybody in this world will know about the meaning of life. It’s just the matter of time. A worker, who had just lost his job, met a university professor one day. He admitted that he didn’t love to study when he was a student. He just hated to study no matter what and how his father asked him to. When he got a job and became a worker, he realized how important to have knowledge in this world. But, it was too late…
There are no parents who don’t think studying is important for their children, and all the parents tell their children to study hard. We, however, still have so much difference on different children, on the results, that we finally will know it’ is the matter of self-control.
When we are kids in a primary school, we see no difference from each other. We just know somebody is good at Chinese, Math or Sports. We just know that the teacher likes him or her. Nowadays, we differentiate our classmates by their parents. We say: oh, god, his father is the vice mayor, his father is very rich; his mother is the dean of the biggest hospital…. This is definitely not a good sign for China and the Chinese people, because it makes no competition for the youngsters, who are having China’s future in hand.
The poor always hate the rich, because they see the rich driving all the luxury cars, living in condominiums, villas and spending money like they are countless. And the poor see the rich always on vocations, always so relaxed and enjoyable. So the poor are jealous and they wonder how can the rich be so rich and the poor are so poor. Well, the poor obviously forget one thing: When the rich are working hard and smart to collect money, the poor are lying somewhere and making complains.
Make your fate and success in control; you can make a difference in the future, unless you want to a poor person, both mentally and physically.
——经典的英语文章阅读范文5份
The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address.I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1944 — almost 60 years ago.I read it carefully,hoping to find some clue to the identity of the wallets owner.
It was a "Dear John" letter.The writer,in a delicate script,told the recipient,whose name was Michael,that her mother forbade her to see him again.Nevertheless,she would always love him.It was signed Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter.But there was no way,beyond the name Michael,to identify the owner.Perhaps if I called information the operator could find the phone number for the address shown on the envelope.
"Operator,this is an unusual request.Im trying to find the owner of a wallet I found.Is there any way you could tell me the phone number for an address that was on a letter in the wallet?"
The operator gave me her supervisor,who said there was a phone listed at the address,but that she could not give me the number.However,she would call and explain the situation.Then,if the party wanted to talk,she would connect me.I waited a minute and she came back on the line."I have a woman who will speak with you."
I asked the woman if she knew a Hannah.
"Oh,of course! We bought this house from Hannahs family thirty years ago."
"Would you know where they could be located now?" I asked.
"Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home years ago.Maybe the home could help you track down the daughter."
The woman gave me the name of the nursing home.I called and found out that Hannahs mother had died.The woman I spoke with gave me an address where she thought Hannah could be reached.
I phoned.The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.She gave me the number.I called and was told,"Yes,Hannah is with us."
I asked if I could stop by to see her.It was almost 10 p.m.The director said Hannah might be asleep."But if you want to take a chance,maybe shes in the day room watching television."
The director and a guard greeted me at the door of the nursing home.We went up to the third floor and saw the nurse,who told us that Hannah was indeed watching TV.
We entered the day room.Hannah was a sweet,silver-haired old-timer with a warm smile and friendly eyes.I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter.The second she saw it,she took a deep breath."Young man," she said,"this letter was
The waterfall behind our house at the lower end of Lake Edenwold is a thundering cascade of spring runoff from the melting snows of winter.It's been a three-week drum roll leading up to today,when the cymbal will crash and the earth will arrive at that point in its orbit around the sun where it will be light for as many hours as it will be dark.
Today is really the celestial climax to a prelude whose crescendo has been growing now for a month in the forests and lakes all around us.Beginning in late February and through the month of March on my Saturday morning hikes through the lower Highlands,I have watched spring slowly unfold before my eyes.
A pair of hooded mergansers suddenly appeared on our lake earlier this month and I heard the unmistakable call of a wood duck.Several thousand feet overhead,an enormous,migratory flock of Canada geese undulated like strands of limp black thread suspended against a steel gray sky; their wild honking clearly audible in spite of the flock's altitude.
Just a little more than one week ago,as I came to a place in the woods where the forest suddenly yields to what is a wild flower meadow in the late spring and summer,the bare trees were filled with hundreds of red-winged blackbirds,their cacophonous chatter filling the otherwise still morning air.It was an eerie harbinger of spring,reminiscent of the Alfred Hitchcock movie "The Birds." Later that same afternoon,a small flock of cedar waxwings,another migratory species of songbirds stopped for a rest in a nearby tree only two blocks from our house.
Man has always been fascinated with the arrival of spring.King Solomon weighed in on it when he wrote these words from his "Song" in the Old Testament: "See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come,the cooing of doves is heard in our land.The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance."
The arrival of spring has always marked a rebirth of sorts,not just for nature but also for us humans.It is a time of awakening,a time to forget the old and to embrace the new.
For most kids it's sim*** a time when they can play outside longer,riding their new bicycles and skateboards or shooting hoops in driveway basketball courts.For some adults it can be a serious time,a release from the seasonal depression caused by the reduced hours of sunlight during the dark months of winter.
But for most of us,it is a release from the mundane things that after three months have added up to the point where we are all just ready for a change.You know: things like having to wear layers of heavy clothing,white-knuckle drives to work on icy roads,and leaving home mornings in the dark only to drive back home again in darkness later the same afternoon.
The crocus and daffodils will soon start peeking their heads above last year's pine bark nuggets and what's left of the winter snow still piled in the beds under the white pines out by the road.
They are yet another prelude to the appearance of more flowers and birds: the warblers and the tanagers that will shortly appear in the trees around my home.
I can't wait to inhale the aromas of things like the warming earth,new mown grass,and fresh piles of damp cedar mulch.And I am looking forward to that first morning when I can sit outside on my deck with a cup of coffee and feel comfortable without having to don a fleece or a heavy woolen shirt.
Whatever your passion in life,take time like the busy King Solomon to pause from it for a moment over the next few weeks and just sit and watch and enjoy the spectacle of spring unfold before your eyes.
And give thanks.
December 13,an ordinary day in this special year,doesn’t mean anything much to me.I went to work at 8:30am as usual,prepared for an important official meeting and called several of my business partners.My mind was filled with all of paper work stuff until I saw the calendar on my desk.Oh,no! It’s going to be the year end!
Too many unforgettable things have happened on me that I don’t even know which I should recall first.I joined the government,went to South Africa,Hawaii,interpreted for the vice mayor of the city,met lots of foreign businessmen,divorced with Maggie and decided to leave for where I was in year 2001.
Life is quite sarcastic,because my career journey looks like a big circle.I joined the Labor Bureau as an intern in 1997; I left for Singapore the next year and came home in 2000.I stayed in FX for 4 years and ended up resigned for Maggie (because a couple is not allowed to work in the same dept in FX).Now I came back to government.When I looked back at the road I had been walking on,I saw a big circle!
2005,the governmental events year! I’ve experienced the Korean Week,Japanese Week,the CIEME (China International Equipment Manufacturing Expo),The CEO Forum of the World Top 500 Companies,Shenyang Utilizes Agents to get investment meeting…etc.Now I know I can make my resume more complicated but attractive!
My marriage is considered a total failure this year! I take it as my fate and start to face my new life.It’s really hard,though! Leaving a girl who’d been with me for 5 years is not an easy-to-make decision! The lesson is costly.The wounds,cuts and whatever injures caused by my marriage will be sewed up soon.Anyway,I said farewell to her,and to the year 2005.
Christmas is coming.The New Year is coming.It seems as if I had seen the dawn already! This winter is freezing cold,but my heart are no more frozen!
Dear,it is raining now,can you hear it
Dear,I am missing you now,can you feel it
Dear,do you remember those wonderful days we spent together,I just can’t bear smiling when thinking of you
Dear,do you remember we walked along the street that afternoon and now I can still feel the gentle wind
Dear,do you remember?do you understand ?
Dear,I can never request you to love me,even in hope of it
Dear,I know I can never compare with her,I don’t have beautiful appearance and a figure of gold
Dear,I just want you to know,what I want is very small and simple.I will be more than happy to see you and talk with you
Dear,I just want to be your friends as usual,and we can talk about current affairs easily and even comment President Bush’s policy freely
Dear,I still don’t know,why do you cheat me! She is my friend,my best friend,certainly I know I will give you my best wishes......
Dear,I still remember your words,your only words: I wish you to study hard and make more progress so that you can enter Beijing normal university and your dream will come true.There will be plenty of excellent boys in that university and each one will be much better than I,I just don't deserve you
Dear,I said nothing at that moment,but,but,only I know when I turned around,tears can’t help falling
Dear,I haven’t seen you for two years,and now maybe my dream has come true,and I already learnt to protect myself..but why are you keeping on cheating me?
I don’t want the world to see me,because I don’t think that they can understand
When everything is made to be broken,I just want you to know who I am
Minority youths are more likely to face trial as adults
A WHITE KID SELLS A BAG OF E at his suburban high school.A Latino kid does the same in his inner-city neighborhood.Both get caught.Both are first-time offenders.The white kid walks into juvenile court with his parents,his priest,a good lawyer-and medical coverage.The Latino kid walks into court with his mom,no legal resources and no insurance.The judge lets the white kid go with his family; he s placed in a private treatment program.The minority kid has no such option.He s detained.
There,in a nutshell,is what happens more and more often in the juvenile-court system.Minority youths arrested on violent felony charges in California are more than twice as likely as their white counterparts to be transferred out of the juvenile-justice system and tried as adults,according to a study released last week by the Justice Policy Institute,a research center in San Francisco.Once they are in adult courts,young black offenders are 18 times more likely to be jailed-and Hispanics seven times more likely-than are young white offenders.Discrimination against kids of color accumulates at every stage of the justice system and skyrockets when juveniles are,tried as adults,says Dan Macallair,a co-author of the new study.California has a double standard: throw kids of color behind bars,but .rehabilitate white kids who commit comparable crimes.
——英语阅读文章优选【5】份
My mom only had one eye.I hated her. She was such an embarrassment.
She ran a small shop at a flea market and collected old clothes and some other things to sell for the money we needed. Once during elementary school, it was field day, and my mom came.I was so embarrassed and wondered how could she do this to me?I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school, my schoolmates asked me,“your mom only has one eye?!” and taunted me.
I was so angry with my mom and wished that she would just disappear from this world. So I said to my mom,“Why don’t you have the other eye?!If you’re only gonna make me a laughingstock!” My mon did not respond, I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, I felt so good to have had said what I wanted to say. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
For the words I had said to her earlier,there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty. I told myself that I would become successful in the near future, so I studied very hard. Later I got accepted by the Seoul University, I left my mother and came to Seoul to study. Then I got married there.
I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I am living happily as a successful man. I enjoy the life in Seoul because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom and my past. This kind of happiness was getting bigger and bigger, until one day someone knocked at my door. It was my mom!And still with her one eye!It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
I screamed at her,“Who are you? I don’t know you!How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!” To this, my mom quietly answered,“Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. Lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went back to participate in the reunion. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, which I used to call a house, just out of curiosity. There I found my mom fallen on the cold ground. I did not shed a single tear.
Then a piece of paper in her hand came into my eyes. It was a letter to me.
My son,
I think my life has been long enough now,and I won’t visit Seoul anymore. But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come to visit me once in a while? I miss you so much.And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…for you. I’m so sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident and lost your eye. As a mom, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son to see a whole new world for me with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. During the couple of times that you were angry with me, I thought to myself, it’s because he loves me.
My son…oh, my son…
Don’t cry for me because of my death. I love you so much.
英语阅读：AnEmptyBox
Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.
But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady, " he said harshly, "when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
英语阅读：HappinessEquateswithFun?
I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.
Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.
Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.
I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells "happiness".
But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.
The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.
As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.
英语阅读：TodayisaGift
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
英语阅读：IsPackingImportanttoYou?
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.
Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".
How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.
英语阅读：TheBabyEagle
Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.
The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.
The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.
Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.
The baby eagle was hungry. "I'm sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time.
"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.
Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?"
The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it."
"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"
The mother flew away.
The baby cried and cried and cried.
A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."
He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.
"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.
The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.
"You're a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.
He fell.
Head first.
Picked up speed.
Faster and faster.
He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.
He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"
He looked down.
The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isn't fair!" he screamed.
Something strange happens.
The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.
"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"
"You're flying," his mother said.
"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped.
"Yes it is!" said the mother.
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：The Language of Music
A painter hangs his or her finished pictures on a wall, and everyone can see it. A composer writes a work, but no one can hear it until it is performed. Professional singers and players have great responsibilities, for the composer is utterly dependent on them. A student of music needs as long and as arduous a training to become a performer as a medical student needs to become a doctor. Most training is concerned with technique, for musicians have to have the muscular proficiency of an athlete or a ballet dancer. Singers practice breathing every day, as their vocal chords would be inadequate without controlled muscular support. String players practice moving the fingers of the left hand up and down, while drawing the bow to and fro with the right arm-two entirely different movements.
Singers and instruments have to be able to get every note perfectly in tune. Pianists are spared this particular anxiety, for the notes are already there, waiting for them, and it is the piano tuner’s responsibility to tune the instrument for them. But they have their own difficulties; the hammers that hit the string have to be coaxed not to sound like percussion, and each overlapping tone has to sound clear.
This problem of getting clear texture is one that confronts student conductors: they have to learn to know every note of the music and how it should sound, and they have to aim at controlling these sound with fanatical but selfless authority.
Technique is of no use unless it is combined with musical knowledge and understanding. Great artists are those who are so thoroughly at home in the language of music that they can enjoy performing works written in any century.
英语阅读：An Empty Box
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：Happiness Equates with Fun?
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：Today is a Gift
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：Is Packing Important to You?
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：The Baby Eagle
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.
The man cocked his rifle and directed it at my chest. I was just about to pull out my gun when I felt a sharp pain in my torso. I was trying to see where the man was, but ended up seeing nothing but my own blood...
"Joey, Joey," said a mysterious voice. I opened my eyes with a struggle.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You were shaking and sweating like crazy. And saying something like, 'No, please don't shoot me!' and stuff like that," said Steve.
"Uh," I groaned as I turned over and belched on Steve's shoes.
"Hey!" screamed Steve, "Those are my new Nike Air shoes!"
"where are we anyways?" I asked.
"We're waiting for our ship to get ready, duh!"
I nearly forgot. Both Steve and I were taking a cruise to Iceland.
"The Great White is to departure to Iceland!" shouted the P.A.
"That's our cue!" I shouted in excitement, "Iceland, here we come!"
"Toilet, here I come..." I groaned as I fumbled my way down the aisles of the ship.
"I told you not to eat too much food and then run around like a lunatic!" shouted Steve. "People these days," he mumbled, "what they do for attention."
"Passengers, we are just 1 hour away from reaching Iceland," said the P.A, "would all passengers please stay seated for the next hour."
"I hope they have a built in toilet in each seat," I said nervously, "because I feel another load coming on."
"Don't worry Joey, just keep thinking about-," he was cut short by a violent shake.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Evacuate! Evacuate! We've just hit an iceberg! Evacuate! Evacuate!" shouted the P.A. And in the blink of an eye, everyone was up on their feet and running towards the lifeboats at the sides of the ship.
"Come on Joey! Let's get out of here!" shouted Steve. I ran as fast as I could, while dodging all of the flying furniture coming towards me. I huffed and puffed as I ran up the platform of the ship, which was becoming more and more vertical with each passing second. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several tables tumbling towards Steve.
"Steve!" I shouted, "Watch out!" But it was too late. By the time Steve had turned around and faced me, the tables had already collided into him and sent him rolling down the platform. "Steve! No!" I shouted as I watched him being sucked down into the water. I stood there, helplessly, just staring after him. And then I remembered that I had to get out of this ship, or else I'd end up like Steve. So I jumped for my last chance at life. I grabbed a pole and held on fast. And then in a flash, my legs pushed me off of the pole and I splashed in the water. I surfaced, and watched as The Great White slowly sank into the unknown secrets of the Waterworld...
英语阅读：DoesLoveExist
Most of us long for relationships in which we are loved and accepted just the way we are. Our hearts' desire is to give and receive love in relationships that make us feel that even if others disagree with what we do or say, they still love us. They accept us. They appreciate our contributions to the world. While it would be wonder
ful to have these types of relationships with all people, we know that that's hard to do. We can, however, have them with some others, but only when we first have them with ourselves-and, ironically, this is often the hardest relationship of all.
One of the reasons many of us find it hard to love ourselves is because we do not realize that we are already loved in the most pine way. God loves us, totally and unconditionally.
It's hard for many of us to believe this fact because we know how imperfect we are, and we believe we have to be perfect before God will love us. The truth is that God's love makes us perfect, even with our imperfections. By knowing this truth intellectually and believing it spiritually, we not only love ourselves more; we love others more as well.
Do you love yourself? You may think you do, but do you really? There's only one way to find out-by taking a closer look at what you think, say, and do. You may not like some of what you find, but if you're serious about really loving yourself, you can use this insight to do some positive inner work.
Here are three ways I've found for gaining greater personal insight for deeper love.
Listen to your words and listen even more closely to your thoughts. Why? Because your words and your thoughts will determine your actions. One of the things that has helped me to listen to my thoughts has been to keep a journal. It is not necessary for you to write in it everyday, but it helps to record various insights you gain as you go about living your life. Instead of using a big notebook, you might use a small note pad that you can keep in your purse or pocket for easy access to record your thoughts as they occur to you. (I've found that if I don't immediately write down ideas and insights as they come, it's hard to remember them later, at least with the same degree of clarity.) Whichever method you choose, what's most important is that you write your thoughts down. It will help you know what's in your heart.
Be honest with yourself by paying attention to your actions. Actions speak louder than words, and they always tell the truth. What do your actions say about you? If you say you love your job, but your actions say otherwise, which do you think is more true - your words or your actions? On the other hand, if you say you're not good at a certain job, but your actions say otherwise, that's also important. What do you do with this insight? You can use it to make more beneficial choices in your life. By being honest with yourself based on your previous actions, your actions moving forward will be based on truth instead of just what you tell yourself.
英语阅读：women
The nice women are ugly.
The beautiful women are not nice.
The beautiful and nice women are general stupid.
The beautiful, nice and clever women are married.
The women who are not so beautiful but are nice women are born in poverty.
The women who are not so beautiful but are nice women born in noble think we areonly after their lordliness.
The beautiful women without lordliness are after our lordliness.
com The clever women, who are not so nice and somewhat beautiful don‘t think we are clever enough.
The women who think we are clever, that are nice, somewhat clever and have lordliness have a lot of pursuers.
The women who are somewhat beautiful, somewhat nice and have some lordliness and thank God are clever are ALWAYS MAINTAIN MANY CANDIDATES!!!!!
The women who always maintain many candidates, automatically complain us when westand off them.
NOW，WHO IN THE HELL UNDERSTANDS WOMEN?
英语阅读：ThreeDaystoSee
*作者海伦・凯勒(Helen Keller, 1980―1968),美国聋哑妇作家、教育家。
Suppose you set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had three more days to see. If with the oncoming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?
I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest long on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you in the night that loomed before you.
I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
英语阅读：AGoodTeacher,AGoodLuck
I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. It might even be the greatest of the art since the medium is the human mind and spirit.
I shall speak only of my first teacher because in addition to the other things, she brought discovery.
She aroused us to shouting, bookwaving discussions. She had the noisiest class in school and she didn’t even seem to know it. We could never stick to the subject. She breathed curiosity into us so that we brought in facts or truths shielded in our hands like captured fireflies.
She was fired and perhaps rightly so, for failing to teach fundamentals. Such things must be learned. But she left a passion in us for the pure knowable world and she inflamed me with a curiosity which has never left. I could not do simple arithmetic but through her I sensed that abstract mathematics was very much like music.
When she was relieved, a sadness came over us but the light did not go out. She left her signature on us, the literature of the teacher who writes on minds. I suppose that to a lager extent I am the unsigned manuscript of the high school teacher. What deathless power lies in the hands of such a person.
I can tell my son who look s forward with horror to fifteen years of drudgery that somewhere in the dusty dark a magic may happen that will light up the years…if he is very lucky.
英语阅读：HumanLifeaPoem
Human Life a Poem
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 inpidual 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 inpidual 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.
It was one week before high school graduation when I found the note。 I didn’t know it then， but by the end of that week， my life would be changed forever。
I had been cleaning out my locker， looking through old papers and taking down all the pictures I had taped to the door。 Everything seemed to hold memories from the past year， so I was careful not to throw away anything with sentimental value。 I found the note on the top shelf of my locker， laying on top of my biology book。 It had my name ， Marly， printed neatly at the top， and though I didn’t recognize the handwriting， I thought that it was probably from one of my friends。 But as I read it， I realized that it couldn’t be。 It was signed， 'from a secret admirer。' I knew I shouldn’t take it seriously， but I couldn’t stop my heart from beating fast or my face from turning red。
I kept thinking that it was just a prank。 But who could’ve written something so sweet and touching just for a good laugh？ I heard laughter from the end of the hall， but when I looked down there I saw that those laughing were paying no attention to me。
That evening I kept replaying the words of the note in my head。 I reread it so many times during my last hour class， I almost had it memorized。
We never spent any time together， it said， but in my mind we did。。。 In my mind we shared so much。。。 from our first kiss to popcorn at the movie theater on our first date。 We laughed at inside jokes that no one else got， you taught me how to dance in my backyard。 Of course， none of those things really happened。。。 I only imagined them。 Outside of my mind we never existed as a couple， you never even knew my true feelings for you。 And I’m afraid you never will if I don’t tell you now。 Please meet me Friday night after the prom， in the park。
I spent that entire evening thinking about the note and who could’ve written it。 It wasn’t every day I got a note from someone who had been admiring me from afar。
The next day at school， I showed the note to my best friend， Christy。 We sat down by our lockers， musing over who the mysterious person could be。 Every time a boy walked by I contemplated the question： Could it be him？ I tried to act like it wasn’t important to me。 After all， it could just be a cruel joke someone was playing on me and I would look stupid if I made a big deal out of it。
By the end of third hour， everyone knew about the note I had received。 At noon， a crowd had gathered around my locker。 Some wanted to see the note but I was cautious of who I let read it。 I guarded it as if it were some great treasure， and to me， it was。
"What if its him？" Diane Johansen said， pointing in his direction and laughing。 She started doing a dead―on impersonation of Jimmy。 I couldn’t help but laugh as Diane talked with a stutter and shook， as Jimmy often did。 I instantly regretted it。 I looked at him。 I didn’t see love or admiration in his eyes， I saw pain。
M―O―T―H―E―R6个字母读完母亲一生
“M” is for the million things she gave me，
“O” means only that she’s growing old，
“T” if for the tears she shed to save me，
“H” is for her heart of purest gold，
“E” is for her eyes， with love―light shinning，
“R” means right， and right she’ll always be。
Put them all together， they spell “Mother”，
A word that means the world to me。
译文：
M 代表她给予我百万样东西，
O 意味着她渐渐老去，
T 是她为育我**而洒落的颗颗泪滴，
H 寓意她那金子般至纯至真的'心灵，
E 是她那双闪耀着慈爱之光的眼睛，
R 使我坚信她永远正确无误的言行。
把这些字幕拼在一起就是“母亲”，
一个于我犹如整个世界一样的词语。
赏析：
美国抒情诗人霍华德・约翰逊（1887 ― 1941）的这首小诗将“母亲”的形象惟妙惟肖地刻画在读者眼前。作者巧妙地将“mother”一词中的每一个字母和单词联系起来，并描绘出母亲的典型特征，既寓意深刻又耐人寻味。正是*凡的母亲用青春、泪水、心血和关爱给了我们鲜活的生命、丰富的生活和广阔的世界，才使得我们在忙碌之余、在匆匆之中，时时被心中对母亲的牵挂、惦念和感恩温暖着、鼓舞着。
英语阅读：WaitingattheDoor
My grandmother became a widow in 1970。 Shortly after that， we went to the animal shelter to pick out a puppy to keep her company。 Grandma decided on a little terrier that had a reddish―brown spot above each eye。 Because of these spots， the dog was promptly named Penny。
Grandma and Penny quickly became very attached to each other， but that attachment grew much stronger about three years later when Grandma had a stroke。 Grandma could no longer work， so when she came home from the hospital， she and Penny were constant companions。
After her stroke， it became a real problem for Grandma to let Penny in and out because the door was at the bottom of a flight of stairs。 So a mechanism using a rope and pulley was installed from the back door to a handle at the top of the stairs。 Grandma just had to pull the handle to open and close the door。 If the store was out of Penny's favorite dog food， Grandma would make one of us cook Penny browned beef with diced potatoes in it。 I can remember teasing my grandmother that she loved that dog better than she loved her family。
As the years passed， Grandma and Penny became inseparable。 Grandma's old house could be filled to the brim with people， but if Grandma went to take her nap， Penny walked along beside her and stayed by her side until she awoke。 As Penny aged， she could no longer jump up on the bed to lay next to Grandma， so she laid on the rug beside the bed。 If Grandma went into the bathroom， Penny would hobble along beside her， wait outside the door and accompany her back to the bed or chair。 Grandma never went anywhere without her faithful companion by her side。
The time came when both my grandmother and Penny's health were failing fast。 Penny couldn't get around very well， and Grandma had been hospitalized several times。 My uncle and I lived with Grandma， so Penny was never left alone， even when Grandma was in the hospital。 During these times， Penny sat at the window looking out for the car bringing Grandma home and would excitedly wait at the door when Grandma came through it。 Each homecoming was a grand reunion between the two。
On Christmas Day in 1985， Grandma was again taken to the hospital。 Penny， as usual， sat watching out the window for the car bringing Grandma home。 Two mornings later when the dog woke up， she couldn't seem to work out the stiffness in her hips as she usually did。 The same morning， she began having seizures。 At age fifteen， we knew it was time。 My mother and aunt took her to the veterinarian and stayed with her until the end。
Now the big dilemma was whether to tell Grandma while she was still in the hospital or wait。 The decision was made to tell her while she was in the hospital because when we pulled up at the house， the first thing Grandma would look for was her beloved Penny watching out the window and then happily greeting her at the door。 Grandma shed some tears but said she knew that it had to be done so Penny wouldn't suffer。
That night while still in the hospital， Grandma had a massive heart attack。 The doctors frantically worked on her but could not revive her。 After fifteen years of loving companionship， Grandma and Penny passed away within a few hours of each other。 God had it all worked out �C Penny was waiting at door when Grandma came Home。
英语阅读：OntheFeelingofImmortalityinyouth
No young man believes he shall ever die。 It was a saying of my brother's and a fine one。 There is a feeling of Eternity in youth which makes us amends for everything。 To be young is to be as one of the Immortals。 One half of time indeed is spent ―― the other half remains in store for us will all its countless treasures， for there is no line drawn， and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes。 We make the coming age our own ――
"The vast， the unbounded prospect lies before us。"
Death， old age， are words without a meaning， a dream， a fiction， with which we have nothing to do。 Others may have undergone， or may still undergo them ―― we "bear a charmed life，" which laughs to scorn all such idle fancies。 As， in setting out on a delightful journey， we strain our eager sight forward，
"Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail，"
and see no end to prospect after prospect， new objects presenting themselves as we advance， so in the outset of life we see no end to our desires nor to the opportunities of gratifying them。 We have as yet found no obstacle， no disposition to flag， and it seems that we can go on so for ever。 We look round in a new world， full of life and motion， and ceaseless progress， and feel in ourselves all the vigour and spirit to keep pace with it， and do not foresee from any present signs how we shall be left behind in the race， decline into old age， and drop into the grave。 It is the simplicity and， as it were， abstractedness of our feelings in youth that （so to speak） identifies us with Nature and （our experience being weak and our passions strong） makes us fancy ourselves immortal like it。 Our short―lived connexion with being， we fondly flatter ourselves， is an indissoluble and lasting union。 As infants smile and sleep， we are rocked in the cradle of our desires， and hushed into fancied security by the roar of the universe around us ―― we quaff the cup of life with eager thirst without draining it， and joy and hope seem ever mantling to the brain ―― objects press around us， filing the mind with their magnitude and with the throng of desires that wait upon them so that there is no room for the thoughts of death。 We are too much dazzled by the gorgeousness and novelty of the bright waking dream about us to discern the dim shadow lingering for us in the distance。 Nor would the hold that life has taken of us permit us to detach our thoughts that way， even if we could。 We are too much absorbed in present objects and pursuits。 While the spirit of youth remains unimpaired， ere "the wine of life is drunk，" we are like people intoxicated or in a fever， who are hurried away by the violence of their own sensations： it is only as present objects begin to pall upon the senses， as we have been disappointed in our favourite pursuits， cut off from our closest ties that we by degrees become weaned from the world， that passion loosens its hold upon futurity， and that we begin to contemplate as in a glass darkly the possibility of parting with it for good。 Till then， the example of others has no effect upon us。 Casualties we avoid; the slow approaches of age we play at hide and seek with。 Like the foolish fat scullion in Sterne， who hears that Master Bobby is dead， our only reflection is， "So am not I！" The idea of death， instead of staggering our confidence， only seems to strengthen and enhance our sense of the possession and enjoyment of life。 Others may fall around us like leaves， or be mowed down by the scythe of Time like grass： these are but metaphors to the unreflecting， buoyant ears and overweening presumption of youth。 It is not till we see the flowers of Love， Hope and Joy withering around us， that we give up the flattering delusions that before led us on， and that the emptiness and dreariness of the prospect before us reconciles us hypothetically to the silence of the grave。
英语阅读：HowToBeaGoodWife
This is allegedly actual text from an American home economics text book， circa 1950。
Have dinner ready。 Plan ahead， even the night before， to have a delicious meal on time。 This is a way of letting him know you've been thinking about him and concerned about his needs。 Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed。
Prepare yourself。 Take fifteen minutes to rest so that you will be refreshed when he arrives。 Touch up your makeup， put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking。 He has just been with a lot of work―weary people。 Be a little gay and a little more interesting。 His boring day may need a lift。
Clear away the clutter。 Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives， gather up school books， toys， paper， etc。 Run a dust cloth over the tables。 Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order; and it will give you a lift too。
Prepare the children。 Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces （if they're small）， comb their hair， and if necessary， change their clothes。 They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part。
Minimize all noise。 At the time of his arrival， eliminate all noise of the washer， dryer， dishwasher， or vacuum。 Try to encourage the children to be quiet。 Be happy to see him。 Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him。
Some Don'ts： Don't greet him with problems and complaints。 Don't complain if he is late for dinner。 Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day。 Make him comfortable。 Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest that he lie down in the bedroom。 Have a cool drink ready for him。 Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes。 Speak in a low， soft， soothing and pleasant voice。 Allow him to relax and unwind。
Listen to him。 You may have a dozen things to tell him， but the moment of his arrival is not the time。 Let him talk first。
Make the evening his。 Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or other pleasant entertainment。 Instead try to understand his world of strain and pressure， his need to unwind and relax。
The goal！ Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can relax in body and spirit。
英语阅读：FishingForJasmine
The silent young woman in bed number six is called Jasmine。 So am I， but names are only superficial things， floats bobbing on the surface of the water， and we share deeper connections than that。 Which is why she fascinates me ― why I spend my off―duty time sitting beside her。
Today is difficult。 The ward heaves with patients and I am kept busy emptying bed―pans， filling out forms， changing dressings。 Finally， late in the afternoon， I get a few moments to make coffee， to take it over to the orange plastic chair beside her bed。 I am thankful to be off my feet， glad to be in her company once again。
‘Hello， Jasmine，’ I say， as if greeting myself。
She does not re***。 Jasmine never replies。 She is down too deep。
Like me， she has been sea―damaged。 I too am the daughter of a fisherman， so I bait my words like fish―hooks， cast them into her ears， imagine them sinking down through cold， dark water。 Down to wherever she may be。
‘I have little time today，’ I tell her， touching her hair。
With Jasmine， it is always difficult not to touch。 She is that rare thing， a truly beautiful woman。 Because of this， people invent reasons to walk by。 I catch them looking， drinking her in， feeding on her。 They are barracuda， all of them。 Wheelchair―pushing porters who slow to a crawl when they near her bed。 Roaming visitors with greedy eyes。 Doctors who stop， draw the thin screen of curtain， and continually re―examine that which does not need examination。
Great beauty is something Jasmine and I do not share。 I am glad of it。
‘Your father may be here soon，’ I say。 ’Last week he said he would come。’
Jasmine says nothing。 Her left eyelid flickers， perhaps。
It is two months since the incident on her father’s fishing boat， since she fell overboard， sank， became entangled in the nets。 It was some time before anyone noticed， then there was panic。 Her father hauled her back on board and sailed for home。 When he finally arrived， he carried ashore what he thought was his daughter’s body。
‘Jasmine，’ I whisper。 I want her to take our baited name。 I want her to swallow it。
Fortunately， there was a doctor in the village that morning， a young man visiting relatives。 It was he who brought this drowned woman back from the brink， he who told me her story。 She opened her eyes， he said， looked up at her father and spoke a single word ― then sank again， this time into coma。
Barracuda。 That is what Jasmine said。
When her father visits， he touches her hair， kisses her cheek， sits in the orange plastic chair at the side of her bed and holds her hand。 Like my own father， he has the big， brown， life―roughened hands of a fisherman。 He too smells of the sea， and pretends he is a good， simple man。
Jasmine。 We share so much， we are almost one。
I remember early mornings， my hair touched to wake me， my father lifting me half―asleep from my bed， carrying me， dropping me into his boat。 His voice rough in my ear， his hands rough on my skin。 I never wanted to go， but I was just a child。 He did as he wished。
I remember salt water， hot sun， my mother shrinking on the shore。 I remember the rocking of the boat， the screams of the gulls。
‘Jasmine， you have a life inside you。 Can’t you hear it calling？’
Nothing。
The ward door bangs， and I see Jasmine’s father walking towards us， carrying flowers。 He smiles at me。
Even in death， my own child had my father’s smile， and Jasmine’s will have this man’s。 I know it。
He stops by her bed and touches her hair。 Something stirs deep inside me。 I watch Jasmine’s eyelids， waiting for her to bite。
——公共英语五级阅读文章 (菁华3篇)
Evolution and Wheels
In the past, evolutionary biologists contemplating the absence of wheels in nature agreed that the explanation was not undesirability: wheels would be good for animals, just as they are for us. Animals were prevented from evolving wheels, the biologists reasoned, by the following dilemma: living cells in an animal's body are connected to the heart by blood vessels, and to the brain by nerves. Because a rotating joint is essential to a wheel, a wheel made of living cells would twist its artery vein and nerve connections at the first revolution, making living impracticable. However, there is a flaw in the argument that the evolution of wheeled animals was thwarted by the insoluble joint problem. The theory fails to explain why animals have not evolved wheels of dead tissue with no need for arteries and nerves. Countless animals, including us, bear external structures without blood sup* or nerves - for example, our hair and fingernails, or the scales, claws, and ho rns of other animals. Why have rats not evolved bony wheels, similar to roller skates?Paws might be more useful than wheels in some situations, but cats' claws are retractable: why not retractable wheels?We thus arrive at the serious biological paradox flippantly termed the RRR dilemma: nature's failure to produce rats with retractable roller skates.
进化与轮子
从前，研究自然界没有轮子的进化论生物学家都同意不能用无此需要来解释这种现象：轮子对于动物会像对于我们人类一样有好处。生物学家们推论，动物没有进化出轮子是由下述困难所致：动物身上的活细胞通过血管与心脏相连，通过神经与大脑相连。因为一个旋转的接头对轮子来说是至关重要的，由活的细胞构成的轮子在第一次转动时便会扭伤其上的动脉和神经的连结，因而不现实。
不过，动物未能进化出轮子是受阻于无法解决接头问题的说法有一个缺陷。这种理论无法解释为何动物没有进化出由死组织构成的而无需动脉和神经的`轮子。包括人在内的无数动物都有一些没有血液供应和神经的体外构造，例如，我们的头发和指甲，或者鳞片、爪子和其它一些动物的角。为什么老鼠没有进化出类似于滑轮溜冰鞋的骨质的轮子呢?在某些情况下，爪子可能比轮子更有用，但猫的爪子是可以伸缩的：为什么不能有可以伸缩的轮 子呢?这样，我们便得出了一个被戏称为 RRR 的严肃的生物学悖论：大自然未能产生出有可伸缩的滑轮溜冰鞋的老鼠。
Archaeology is a source of history, not just a humble auxiliary discipline. Archaeological data are historical documents in their own right, not mere illustrations to written texts. Just as much as any other historian, an archaeologist studies and tries to reconstitute the process that has created the human world in which we live —— and us ourselves in so far as we are each creatures of our age and social environment. Archaeological data are all changes in the material world resulting from human action or, more succinctly, the fossilized results of human behavior. The sum total of these constitutes what may be called the archaeological record. This record exhibits certain peculiarities and deficiencies the consequences of which produce a rather superficial contrast between archaeological history and the more familiar kind based upon written records.
Not all human behavior fossilizes. The words I utter and you hear as vibrations in the air are certainly human changes in the material world and may be of great historical significance. Yet they leave no sort of trace in the archaeological records unless they are captured by a dictaphone or written down by a clerk. The movement of troops on the battlefield may "change the course of history," but this is equally ephemeral from the archaeologist's standpoint. What is perhaps worse, most organic materials are perishable. Everything made of wood, hide, wool, linen, grass, hair, and similar materials will decay and vanish in dust in a few years or centuries, save under very exceptional conditions. In a relatively brief period the archaeological record is reduced to mere scraps of stone, bone, glass, metal, and earthenware. Still modern archaeology, by ap*ing appropriate techniques and comparative methods, aided by a few lucky finds from peat-bogs, deserts, and frozen soils, is able to fill up a good deal of the gap.
考古学是历史学的一个来源，而不是地位卑微的辅助学科。考古学资料本身也是一种 历史文献，而不仅仅是文字资料的例证。正象任何一位历史学家那样，考古学家研究调查并尽力去重构一个过程。这个过程创造了我们生活的人类世界，也创造了我们自身，因为我们都是我们所处的时代和社会环境的产物。考古学的资料就是人类行为所造成的物质变化。更简洁地说，是石化了的人类行为。这些变化的总和构成了我们所说的考古学记录。这些记录自有其独特和不足之处，因而导致人们对考古历史和更熟悉的文字记载历史进行相当肤浅的对比。
并不是所有的人类行为都留下化石。我说的话，你通过空气振动听见，这当然是人类造成的物质变化，也可能有重大的历史意义，但这些话在考古学中未留下丝毫痕迹，除非有人用录音机录下来或文书把这些话写了下来。战场上军队的行动可能"改变历史的进程"，但从考古学的观点来看，这同样是难以捕捉的;可能更糟的是，多数有机物质会腐烂。任何由木头、生皮、绒线、亚麻、草、毛发以及相似物质做成的东西除非在一些非常特殊的条件下，几年或几个世纪以后，会在尘土中腐烂并消失。在短时期内，能留下考古记录的东西也都会退化为石头、骨头、玻璃、金属和陶器的碎片。然而，现代的 考古学通过运用适当的技术和比较的方法，在从泥炭、沙漠和冻土中所获得的一些幸运发现的辅助下，能够填充这个空缺的很大部分。
From Boston to Los Angeles, from New York City to Chicago to Dallas, museums are either planning, building, or wrapping up wholesale expansion programs. These programs already have radically altered facades and floor plans or are expected to do so in the not-too-distant future.
In New York City alone, six major institutions have spread up and out into the air space and neighborhoods around them or are preparing to do so.
The reasons for this confluence of activity are complex, but one factor is a consideration everywhere -- space. With collections expanding, with the needs and functions of museums changing, empty space has become a very precious commodity.
Probably nowhere in the country is this more true than at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, which has needed additional space for decades and which received its last significant facelift ten years ago. Because of the space crunch, the Art Museum has become increasingly cautious in considering acquisitions and donations of art, in some cases passing up opportunities to strengthen its collections.
Deaccessing -- or selling off -- works of art has taken on new importance because of the museum's space problems. And increasingly, curators have been forced to juggle gallery space, rotating one masterpiece into public view while another is sent to storage.
Despite the clear need for additional gallery and storage space, however, "the museum has no plan, no plan to break out of its envelope in the next fifteen years," according to Philadelphia Museum of Art's president.
从波士顿到洛杉机，从纽约到芝加哥、到达拉斯，所有的博物馆或者正在筹划、建造或者正在完成大规模的扩建计划。这些计划或者已经根本性地改变了博物馆门面与展厅的设计，或者预期在不久的将来会这样做。
单单在纽约市，六个主要机构或者已经向空中和周围扩展，或者正准备这样做。
大家一致行动的原因是复杂多样的，但其中的一个因素是普遍考虑的空间问题。随着收藏品的增多，也随着博物馆的需要和功能的变化，空间已经变成了一项非常珍贵的商品。
在我国，也许没有任何其他地方比费城艺术博物馆更符合这个事实。这个博物馆几十年来一直需要额外的空间，十年前进行了最后一次重大的翻新。由于空间紧缺，该艺术博物馆在考虑购买与受赠艺术品已越来越谨慎，有时甚至放弃增强艺术收藏的机会。由于博物馆的空间问题，将艺术品脱手或者说卖掉已经有了新的重要意义。 博物馆馆长们被迫巧妙轮换利用陈列馆的空间，轮流着把一些艺术杰作向公众展出，而把另一些送入存储室中。
虽然对额外的陈列室和存储室空间需要很明显，但据费城艺术博物馆经理讲：“博物馆还没有在未来十五年打破这个束缚的计划。”
——英语励志文章范本十份
1. Make yourself a priority
优先考虑自己
If you don’t take care of yourself, nobody else will. You have to be number one. All things in your life stem from your happiness. Be someone who makes you happy!
如果自己不照顾好自己，别人就更指望不上了。把自己放在首位。生活中一切因你的快乐而存在。做个为自己的快乐而生的人吧！
2. Enjoy the small things
享受生活中的那些小事
Take walks more often. Stop and look at a babbling brook. Sit in an oversized chair at Barnes & Noble and read a great book. Observe an elderly couple holding hands. Life is made up of these small and seemingly insignificant things. They aren’t insignificant. Be sure to take the time to appreciate them.
多散步。因潺潺流水而驻足；闲坐在巴诺书店的大号椅子上读本好书；观察一对手挽手的老夫妇；生活就是一连串看似微不足道的琐事。它们虽不起眼，但一定要抽出时间去欣赏。
3. Get outside
留恋户外
Being outdoors is good for you. Soak in the sunlight, get those endorphins kicking, and enjoy the beauty that nature offers.
户外活动有益身心。沐浴阳光下，激活内啡肽，享受自然的美。
4. Be confident in who you are
对自己要有自信
Every person is unique and special in their own way. Understanding this early in life is critical. Be proud of who you are and don’t be afraid to let the world know it.
每个人都与众不同。年轻时，清楚这一点至关重要。为自己感到骄傲，而且要勇敢地让世界知道这一点。
5. Take calculated risks
承担可估算的风险
Life is a series of risks and rewards. Be smart with your risks and understand the consequences.
生活伴随着风险与回报。在风险面前保持警醒，并有勇气承担后果。
6. Focus on the present
关注当下
Worrying to a certain degree about your future is normal, but don’t overlook the power of being in the present moment. You can’t change the past, but you can control what you do right now.
对未来有些担心很正常，但不要忽视活在当下的能量。你无力改变过去，但现在却由你掌控。
7. Stop caring about what people think of you
别在意别人对你的看法
Fear of criticism is one of the most destructive fears known to humanity. It can debilitate you to the point paralysis. Learn early in life that it doesn’t matter what people think of you. It really doesn’t. And besides, people are too worried about what you think about them to care about you!
对人类来说，担心受指责是最具毁灭性的恐惧之一。它会使你脆弱得不堪一击。年轻时就要懂得，人们怎么看你无关紧要。的确如此。另外，人们过于担心你对他们的看法而无暇顾及你。
8. Remember that people are good at heart
记住人性本善
Being a lifelong cynic can and will make your life an uphill climb. Recognize that people are inherently good and you will embrace relationships in a far greater capacity.
与愤世疾俗为伍，只会使生活艰难。承认人善的本性，你就会敞开胸怀，广交朋友。
9. Be a positive person
积极向上
Make being positive a habit early in life. Your success in life will come from your thoughts and your thoughts can be either negative or positive. Only you can control which you choose.
年轻时就要养成积极向上的*惯。生活成败取决于思想，而思想有积极和消极之分。只有你是自己思想的`主宰。
10. Let go of negative influences
远离负面影响
Avoid bad situations, unhealthy relationships, and people who make your life worse. Letting go of a good friend who is going to drag you down is a difficult yet intelligent decision. Failure to do so can negatively affect where you end up in life.
避开困境、不健康的关系和那些搅扰你生活的人。对使你止步不前的好朋友说再见虽难却是明智之举。如果不忍割舍，那只会让你的生活变得一团糟。
How often do you hear people say“I will be happy when…”sucha s“When I get that thing，I will be happy .”“I will be happy when I pass the exam”and“I would be happy if I had more money”.I have heard these things before and I am sure that I will hear the magain.
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Only when we can accept that life is perfect as it is，and that our lives are the sum total of everything that has happened up to this moment，can we accept the joy and the happiness we deserve.
How strong are you?
你有多强大？
That is a tough question to answer, whether you are a man or a woman.
不管你是男人还是女人，这都是个很难回答的问题。
But, really, I want to ask… how do you define your strength?
但是，说实话，我想知道，你是怎么定义力量的呢？
How do you know your limits? How do you know just how much you’ve got?
你是如何了解自己的局限性？你怎么知道你能做到什么程度？
When push comes to shove, we often discover that we are much stronger than we think.
当压力来临时，我们会发现我们比想象中要更强大。
What is Strength?
什么是力量？
Strength is not always about pure physical strength. Rather, it is about willpower. Discipline. Drive. It is about the capacity to get things done.
力量并不仅仅指你的肌肉力量，它更多的指的是意志力、训练、动力。是一种能够做好事情的能力。
I know some people who are intellectually strong, but they get very little done in their jobs. And I know others who find work extremely challenging, but are able to move mountains by their sheer drive and hard work.
我知道有一些人虽然很聪明，但是他们在工作中能够做好的事情却很少。而另外一些人虽然知道工作很具有挑战性，但他们仍能通过强大的动力和艰苦的工作来移动大山。
They possess inner strength.
他们具有强大的内心力量。
More interesting, is that these productive hard-workers often don’t even notice the load. Bystanders are not only amazed, but often ask, “How do you do it?”
更有趣的是，这些非常努力工作的人并没有意识到工作量的巨大。旁观者不仅感到很吃惊，而且还经常问，“你是怎么做到的`？”
The answer usually comes back, “I just work harder than the others.”
经常得到这样的回答，“我只是比别人更努力一些罢了。”
So, why are some people able to do more? What gives them added drive? What gives them extra strength?
所以，为什么有些人就能做到更多？他们的动力是哪里来的呢？是谁给予他们多余的力量？
Could it be, they have sim*** given themselves permission to do more?
还是，仅仅是他们自己给自己力量来做到更多？
Self-Imposed Limits
自我强加的局限性
What I have observed is that most people impose their own limits. They limit their output based on self-framed constraints of their capabilities and strengths. Sometimes these boundaries are based on past experiences. Sometimes they are based on perceived capacities. Sometimes these limits are based on nothing.
据我所观察，很多人都是自己强加给自己的局限性。他们有时候根据能力和力量自我设定了他们的局限，有时候根据过去的经历设定一些边界，还有的根据想象中的能力设定，还有些则毫无任何根据就限定了自己的力量。
I can’t do that. (Why?)
我做不到。（为什么呢？）
That is too much for me. (How do you know?)
对我来说太难了。（你怎么知道太难？）
I can’t put in that much effort. (What would happen if you did?)
我做不到那么努力。（如果你做了会怎么样？）
I am not smart enough to solve that. (Can you be sure if you haven’t tried?)
我不够聪明，解决不了这件事。（你不尝试怎么能如此确定？）
So, how do we break through these limits? How do we get stronger?
所以，怎样才能打破这些局限？怎么才能更强大？
Pushing It…
给自己点压力
Many people are going through the motions, but are nowhere near their limits.
很多人都做出了实际行动，但是从来就没有到达他们的极限。
If you want to be stronger, you have to push your boundaries.
如果你想变得更加强大，你就要打破你的局限。
Pushing it is what it takes to increase your limits. In the gym, bodybuilders discovered this long ago. But, the same principle is true when it comes to inner strength. Discipline and drive.
给自己施加压力就能提高你的极限。在体育馆，健身者很早之前就体会到了这一点。所以，同样的原则运用到内心力量方面也是正确的，训练自己，给自己一些动力。
Want to test your limits? Push yourself. Test your self-perceived constraints to see how accurate they are. Make sure your goals are slightly beyond what you think can be achieved.
你想挑战你的极限吗？那就给自己点压力。去测试下自己以前的极限到底有多准确。要确定一个能稍微超过力所能及的目标。
You Are Stronger Than You Think
你比自己想象的要强大
Most people underestimate their strength.
很多人低估了自己的能力。
As you go through your day, challenge your capacity. Test your limits.
当你过每一天的时候，都要挑战一下你的能力，测试下自己的极限。
Push yourself, to find your true boundaries and define your strength.
给自己施加点压力，找到你真正的极限，然后定义你的能力。
When you discover how much you’ve really got, you may surprise even yourself.
当你发现你真正能获取的，你会发现自己都感到不可思议。
What are your self-imposed limits? Which do you need to push? When have you found that you were much stronger than you thought?
你给自己强加的限制是什么？哪一方面需要你增加压力呢？到什么时候你会发现你比想象中要强大呢？
It is the road you take that decides your destiny but not your destiny that decides the road you take.
The question is: Are you satisfied with who you are? Are you doing what you are capable of doing? Do you get excited about what you are going to do when you get up in the morning? It is high time you asked these questions that reflect the truth about your life. More often than not we have the ability to achieve much greater things, but we get caught in the average things in life and waste our potential. Each one of us has immense ability. But most of us fail to use it. Why?
1. There is no exact purpose for your life.
2. You underestimate yourself.
3. You are too busy to think about any-thing.
4. You are in a comfortable zone.
5. You fear failure.
Ask yourself, what difference am I making in the lives of others? Would you be happy and satisfied with what you have achieved? Are you following your passion? You must find what you love and what gives you fulfillment.
Don’t be afraid to make a new beginning. Go deep and explore the possibilities. As you go deeper and deeper, you begin to add meaning to your life.
Types of innovation
Scholars have identified at a variety of classifications for types innovations. Here is an unordered ad-hoc list of examples:
Business model innovation
involves changing the way business is done in terms of capturing value .
Marketing innovation
is the development of new marketing methods with improvement in product design or packaging, product promotion or pricing.
Organizational innovation
involves the creation or alteration of business structures, practices, and models, and may therefore include process, marketing and business model innovation.
Process innovation
involves the implementation of a new or significantly improved production or delivery method.
Product innovation
involves the introduction of a new good or service that is new or substantially improved. This might include improvements in functional characteristics, technical abilities, ease of use, or any other dimension.
Service innovation
typically refers to service product innovation which might involve, compared to goods product innovation or process innovation, relatively less technological advance, being more interactive and information-intensive (though some service firms have major technology efforts - think of ATMs and banks, for instance. Service innovation may also involve novelty in the way in which services are produced (i.e. service process innovation), or in delivery of other aspects of the service - including creative content in the case of entertainment and cultural services.
Sup*** chain innovation
where innovations occur in the sourcing of input products from suppliers and the delivery of output products to customers
Substantial innovation
introduces a different product or service within the same line, such as the movement of a candle company into marketing the electric lightbulb.
Financial innovation
through which new financial services and products are developed, by combining basic financial attributes (ownership, risk-sharing, liquidity, credit) in progressive innovative ways, as well as reactive exploration of borders and strength of tax law. Through a cycle of development, directive compliance is being sharpened on opportunities, so new financial services and products are continuously shaped and progressed to be adopted. The dynamic spectrum of financial innovation, where business processes, services and products are adapted and improved so new valuable chains emerge, therefore may be seen to involve most of the above mentioned types of innovation.
Incremental innovations
is a step forward along a technology trajectory, or from the known to the unknown, with little uncertainty about outcomes and success and is generally minor improvements made by those working day to day with existing methods and technology (both process and product), responding to short term goals. Most innovations are incremental innovations. A value-added business process, this involves making minor changes over time to sustain the growth of a company without making sweeping changes to product lines, services, or markets in which competition currently exists.
Breakthrough, disruptive or radical innovation
involves launching an entirely novel product or service rather than providing improved products & services along the same lines as currently. The uncertainty of breakthrough innovations means that seldom do companies achieve their breakthrough goals this way, but those times that breakthrough innovation does work, the rewards can be tremendous. Involves larger leaps of understanding, perhaps demanding a new way of seeing the whole problem, probably taking a much larger risk than many people involved are happy about. There is often considerable uncertainty about future outcomes. There may be considerable opposition to the proposal and questions about the ethics, practicality or cost of the proposal may be raised. People may question if this is, or is not, an advancement of a technology or process. Radical innovation involves considerable change in basic technologies and methods, created by those working outside mainstream industry and outside existing paradigms. Sometimes it is very hard to draw a line between both.
New technological systems (systemic innovations)
that may give rise to new industrial sectors, and induce major change across several branches of the economy.
Social innovation
a number of different definitions, but predominantly refers to either innovations that aim to meet a societal need or the social processes used to develop an innovation
There lies in the heart of every man and woman a quiet hunger：a longing for an earth shaking significance.
在咱们每个人心中都深藏着一份无声而实在巴望：一种发明光辉人生的巴望。
It can be heard in the quiet, most unedited times like when our head hits the pillow duanwenw.com at night. As the pressures of the day fade away the voice catches our attention: “I was meant for more than this, there has got to be something more.”
这种巴望有时会在不经意的安静时间，比方当咱们在夜晚将头靠落有枕头上时听到。当一天的压力逐步退去，有种声响会震慑咱们的魂灵：“日子不仅仅是这么，我的人生能够更绚烂。”
Many people have learned to accept a life of quiet resignation, committed to maintaining the status-quo. But still, in the times we least expect it, we hear that distant call again: a call for meaning, purpose, passion, significance. It continues to haunt us, to stalk us, and as we try to silence it with reason and maturity we find that indeed, it is a fire within our bones and it will not yield.
很多人现已承受一种抛弃寻求愿望的日子，只安于现状。可是有时就在咱们最不经意的一霎那，咱们会再次听到那悠远的'呼喊：呼喊着一种充分，有内在，赋有热情和含义的日子。这种呼喊会一向回旋在咱们耳边，缠绕着咱们，即便咱们试图用沉着和成熟去缄默沉静它，咱们却发现实事上它是咱们心里骨子里的一团火焰，永久不会*息。
Our suspicions are correct. There is a larger story and we have a role to play in it. It has been said that what a man does during his life shall echo throughout eternity.
咱们的直觉是准确的。有一个绚烂的人生故事，而咱们即是这个故事的主角。有这么一句话：一个人的终身回肠荡气，永存。
If you are ready to find your purpose, find the voice. Go back to the places that you have heard it duanwenw.com most clear. For some it comes in the early morning, before the cares of the day have drowned them out. For others it comes through music, or movies, or books, or it is found on a walk through the woods or on the side of a mountain.
假如你现已准备好去发现你人生的意图，去倾听那个声响吧。回到那个你最能明晰接触到你心里深处的当地。对某些人来说，这个声响会在清晨，开端一天的繁忙之前呈现。而对某些人，它会在听音乐，看电影或读书时闪现，也或许当你在林间或山岗漫步时听到这种呼喊。
The ellipsis left by god, let life pursue the miracle of the next moment without hesitation. God makes a joke, and we all think of it as divine will, we forget ourselves, and faith is still there.
What victory can be compared with this victory? Which one of the wars in bonaparna, when the sunshine of the day of Austin, was the glory of this superhuman effort? The triumph that this heart has never gained? An unhappy man, poor, disabled, lonely, a man of pain, the world does not give him joy, but he creates joy for the world! He cast his misery into joy -- the joy of all the proverbs of the soul.
The pursuit of life is for better survival, the end of survival is for no regrets.
There is a moment when life is closed, so long as we still love life before we stop breathing, we still yearn for the future, we still look forward to it, and the peak of life is no longer distant.
The pursuit of true meaning is not what is held in the hand, but whether the heart is sunk by faith.
上帝留下的省略号，让生命义无反顾地追逐下一刻的奇迹。上帝开的一个玩笑，而我们都把它当成神圣的旨意，我们忘却了自己，而信仰仍在。
什么胜利可和这场胜利相比?波那帕脱的哪一场战争，奥斯丹列兹哪一天的阳光，曾经达到这种超人的努力的光荣?曾经获得这种心灵从未获得的凯旋?一个不幸的人，贫穷、残疾、孤独、由痛苦构造的人，世界不给他欢乐，他却创造了欢乐给予世界!他用他的苦难铸成欢乐——成为一切心灵箴言用痛苦换来的欢乐。
生命的追求是为了更好的生存，生存的终结是为了无悔。
生命终有阖上眼睛的一刻，只要在呼吸停止之前依旧热爱生命，依旧向往未来，依旧心怀期待，生命追求的巅峰便不再遥远。
真正意义上的追求并不是手中握住了什么，而在于心是否因信仰而变得沉甸。
我们是怎样的一代，我们在经历着怎样的青春，又在怎样的对待时间，不可否认，我们还有年轻的资本，在经历现实的初创，走在了一条考研的路上?
站在路的前端，远远考研的汽笛已经鸣响，考研的风帆已经启航，作为新一轮的考研人我们把目标对准远方。漫漫长路定是荆棘密布，坎坷征途必将困难重重，没有人知道有多少挑战与考验，没有人知道有多少挫折与磨练。只有经历了才知道路途的艰辛，只要走过了才知道自己的坚强，而要想走到最后我们必须坚定信念，必须拥抱梦想。
这个没有硝烟的战场，相信勤能补拙，却只有坚持才能胜利，而笑到最后的才会笑的最好。没有人在开始时就愿意接受失败，没有人在理想中不愿自己坚强，但这条路上必将会有很多人停止了，倒下了，到达终点的勇士只是少数。或许这就是现实，也是差距，谁能不畏路上的荆棘密布，谁能不怕途中的狂风暴雨，谁能抵住一路上的种种诱惑，谁又能忍受漫漫长路的孤独与寂寞，形形色色人生，*惯这样的方式吗，或许别无选择，不悔是自己的信念，选择了就要勇敢的走到底。
天空覆盖着我们所有人的心，阴晴雨雪，变化万千，我想获胜的一个利器便是积极的心态，心态也将决定你的成败。这条路上我们不止一次的困惑与迷茫，不止一次的面对诱惑与孤寂，不止一次的承受压力和焦虑，不止一次的在坚持与放弃中徘徊，而最终我们将以一颗怎样的心态来接受这些，抚*棱角，将是我们成功的关键。放开心去面对一切困难，虽然每天都迎着朝阳，但要把握白昼珍贵的时光，坦然一切，坚持你的理想。
研途观景，我们不会*静，或许无法想象前方的道路还有多远，在想象中也无法体会到所谓的困难有多难，所谓的坚持有多不易，只有现实告诉了我们一切，一切也我们更加了解了自己。*
静思考，面对初期选择时的困惑与迷茫，面对暑期复*时的炎热和烦躁，面对着无数学子报名的压力与恐惧，面对着很多人找工作赚钱时的诱惑和反思，面对着永远复*不完的文字和题海，面对着考场失利的担忧和紧张，面对着客观存在的纷繁复杂的一切，你又作何感想，内心深处的自信与骄傲在这一刻爆发，我们才会清楚自己究竟有多强大。
很少有人能轻松的说一句无所谓而一笑而过，我们兼凡人，走着凡人路，所以不可能一下子变得如此超然与洒脱。考研，让我们都在这种*凡的生活中体会着不凡的经历，领略着不凡的风景。
在这样的一条路上，或惊喜或失望，也许你不会知道下一个阻碍会来自什么地方，内心在空洞中也会产生或多或少的遐想，无尽的担忧也让问题成倍的扩大，变成沉重的负担。问题永远是越解决越少而越拖延越多。我想每个人不需要企盼一帆风顺、一切如意，不需要企图遇到问题都能轻易解决，因为现实的磨砺总会出现，只是当它出现时，能以饱满的斗志来想办法克服，不要逃避，困难也让我们承认自己会遇到问题，承认有很多问题自己很难轻易解决，这也是我们要认识到的一点。
青春是人生的最美财富，纵观整个人生，漫漫长路且是一个过程，一点一滴都是积累。考研是当前的一件大事，但毕竟又只是生命过程中的一段征程。它的确很重要，但却决非全部。所以我们要对人生有一个清晰的认识，对考研有一个清醒的衡量。失败会影响你的心情，学着重视它但不要太在意，沉浸其中的阴影，战胜它不要太清高，学着品味这份艰辛，赞美这段旅途。
明天太阳依旧会照耀你的床前，面对人生的每一天，都可以看作是新的起点，每一刻都可以作为新的开始，所以认真走好每一步，过好每一天。对于考研，我们放眼未来而不要拘束在现在，也许我们会走错一步，但不要停止前行的脚步，把握正确的人生方向，我们就会离目标越来越*。
考研路上也不会缺少好书相伴，哲人的思想为我们指引方向，成功者的事迹也会成为我们的榜样。志同道合的伙伴，在失落时为你撑起一把伞，彼此共勉，快乐取代孤独，温馨代替无助。抱着经历风雨历练的心态去积极面对，风雨就不再可怕，而当我们在风雨中自由歌唱，坦然面对时，我们就学会了坚强，当一切都逝去时我们便可以骄傲的说；我们经历了，走过了，结果已不再重要，我们已成长了??考研，让拼搏的青春化茧成蝶。暖风吹过窗台，催人感觉到夏的味道。一个人呆在久违的私房，或许很久没有这样静心聆听风的声音了。一个气氛恬静的夜晚，我想自己终于有时间品味化茧为蝶的苦涩，感受苦尽甘来的喜悦。生活很玄妙，也许路就在一瞬间转弯，考研，充实我一程。
经历风雨，方见彩虹。为了这一天的到来，我付出了太多的心血与汗水；忍受了太久的孤独与寂寞；承受了太多的苦涩与辛酸?再回首，一切似乎历历在目又好像那么的遥远；再回首，一切似乎都是甜蜜又好像那么的苦涩；再回首，一切似乎都很可爱又好像那么的惨。
Tofearisnatural;togopastthemisheroic.Fearisanormalpartoflife，symbolizingthattherearenew，extraordinarythingstocomeacrossandface.Tobeabletoseethesethingsbeforetheyhappenisasignofwisdom.Fearisnothingoutoftheordinary.Toadmitthatwearefearingistoprovethatwevalueourlife.
Andmenshouldpayattentiontothecalloffears.Totrulybealeaderorsomeonewhoisheroicandbrave，weshouldfocusongettingpastthesefears.Anditisfrightfulforpeopletogothroughlifeignoringfears，becausetheymayoftenforgettheirheartandstepintolifewithoutresponsibility.
Tobebornistolive.Toliveistofear.Tofearistobechallenged.Toacceptourfearsistobemature.Itneedsbravery，maturityandvitalitytofaceourfears，acceptthechallengesandhopeforthebest.
若想克服恐惧，我们就必须要敢于正视它们。
恐惧是一件很自然的事，但克服恐惧却是一种英勇的行为。恐惧是日常生活中不可或缺的一部分，它意味着我们要去面对和处理层出不穷的、意想不到的事情。能够预知将要发生的事情是一种智慧。恐惧并不是什么稀奇事儿，而且承认恐惧是证明我们珍视生命的有力证据。
人人都应该对恐惧的到来有先见之明。要想成为真正的佼佼者或者英勇之人，我们就必须集中精力去正视恐惧。那些在生活中忽视恐惧的人是非常可怕的，因为他们不仅常常违背自己的心意，而且在缺少责任心中苟且偷生。
生者为生，生来为惧，惧为应站，迎惧者谙事理。要想正视恐惧、接受挑战、憧憬美好未来，那就要具备大无畏的勇气、成熟的心智与顽强的.生命力。
Roll Away the Stone
推开石头
I enjoy life because I am endlessly interested in people and their growth. My interest leads me to widen my knowledge of people, and this in turn compels me to believe in the common goodness of mankind. I believe that the normal human heart is born good. That is, it’s born sensitive and feeling, eager to be approved and to approve, hungry for simple happiness and the chance to live. It neither wishes to be killed, nor to kill. If through circumstances, it is overcome by evil, it never becomes entirely evil. There remain in it elements of good, however recessive, which continue to hold the possibility ofrestoration.
生活让我感到快乐，因为我对人、对人类的发展有无穷无尽的兴趣。这一兴趣使我不停地了解更多的人，而对人的深入了解则促使我相信人之初，性本善。也就是说人生来就善解人意，有同情心，热望被人认同，也认同他人，渴望单纯的幸福和生存的机会。人不希望被人杀害也不希望去杀害被人。即使邪念因境而生，人也不会完全被邪念所左右。人总有其美好的一面，无论如何退化变质，总有弃恶从善的可能。
I believe in human beings, but my faith is without sentimentality. I know that in environments of uncertainty, fear, and hunger, the human being is dwarfed and shaped without his being aware of it, just as the plant struggling under a stone does not know its own condition. Only when the stone is removed can it spring up freely into the light. But the power to spring up is inherent, and only death puts an end to it. I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in human beings.
我相信人类，但我的信念绝非是滥施情感。我知道，处于饥饿、恐惧、无法预测未来的环境中，人类没有意识到他们的发展遇到了很大的阻力，正如石头下的植物挣扎着生长却不知道自己被石头压住了一样。只有推开了石头，植物才能自由地、蓬勃地在阳光下生长。但是，蓬勃生长的力量是植物固有的，只有死亡才能夺去它们的这种力量。
Life Confucius of old, I am absorbed in the wonder of earth, and the life upon it, and I cannot think of heaven and the angels. I have enough for this life. If there is no other life, than this one has been enough to make it worth being born, myself a human being. With so profound a faith in the human heart and its power to grow toward the light, I find here reason and cause enough for hope and confidence in the future of mankind. The common sense of people will surely prove to them someday that mutual support and cooperation are only sensible for the security and happiness of all. Such faith keeps me continually ready and purposeful with energy to do what one person can towards shaping the environment in which the human being can grow with freedom. This environment, I believe, is based upon the necessity for security and friendship.
如同古代的孔夫子一样，我深深地沉醉于奇妙的大地和美好的尘世生活之中，不可能再去畅想什么天堂和天使。此生我活得充实。如果没有来世，今世也足以值得我为它诞生，不枉为一世人。对人心之善及其向往光明之力的坚定信念使我对人类的未来充满希望和信心。人类的`常识一定在未来的某一天向他们证明，互相支持与合作只会对全人类的安全和幸福有实际意义。这种信念使我精力充沛、尽我所能去营造人类能自由发展的环境且乐此不疲。营造这个环境，我相信，是以安全和友谊为必要前提的。
I take heart in a promising fact that the world contains food supplies sufficient for the entire earth population. Our knowledge of medical science is already sufficient to improve the health of the whole human race. Our resources and education, if administered on a world scale, can lift the intelligence of the race. All that remains is to discover how to administer upon a world scale, the benefits which some of us already have. In other words, to return to my simile, the stone must be rolled away. This too can be done, as a sufficient number of human beings come to have faith in themselves and in each other. Not all will have such faith at the same moment, but there is a growing number who have the faith.
我对未来充满信心：世界的食物能供养人类;我们的医学知识足以改善人类的健康状况;我们的教育资源，若在世界范围内统一管理，能提高各种族的智力;我们只需去发现如何在世界范围内管理我们已经拥有的资源。换言之，用我刚提到的明喻来表示，石头必须推开。这也是能做到的。因为我们相当多的人已逐渐树立了对自己的信念，彼此也相互信任。虽然并不是所有的人在同一时刻具备这种信念，但具备这种信念的人数在不断增加。
Half a century ago, no one had thought of world food, world health, world education. Many are thinking today of these things. In the midst of possible world war, of wholesale destruction, I find my only question this: are there enough people now who believe? Is there time enough left for the wise to act? It is a contest between ignorance and death, or wisdom and life. My faith in humanity stands firm.
半个世纪以前，没有人关注世界的食品问题、健康问题和教育问题。今天就有许多人想到这些了。在可能发生的世界战争中，在大规模的毁灭过程中，我发现我唯一的疑问是：有足够多的人树立了信仰吗?有足够的时间让智者采取行动吗?这是无知与死亡之间或是智慧与生命之间的较量。我对人类的这种信念坚定不移。
——阅读励志的小短文范本十份
要想成功，就要与大众的思想不同，需要创新，保持一颗与众不同，个性张扬的心。
爸爸给我讲过一件关于胡辣汤的故事，以前在老家时，门口有三家连开的胡辣汤，他们制作的方法相同，价格相同
但是，不知道为什么，两边的店不受顾客喜爱，总是空空无人，中间的店却特别受欢迎，，每天都排长队，究其原因，只因中间那家胡辣汤店的老板在汤中多滴了两滴香油，让胡辣汤变得又香又辣。听到这个故事，我不禁恍然大悟。这就叫做创新，别人往往想不到的，可你就能想到。还有一件发生在我自己身上的事儿，那天上美术课，老师让我们画画蓝天白云。我仔细观察着蓝天和白云，看着那深远的蓝天，白白的云朵像棉花糖，看的我就想咬一口，就想画出来！
我忍不住了，拿起笔就开始画，把蓝天画成了彩色，把云朵儿画成了形状不同的绵羊、棉花糖……用了整整一节课的时间我才画出了这幅与众不同，个性张扬的画！
我带着满心的愉快，把这幅画交给了美术老师。老师带着惊奇的表情问我：“你为什么要把蓝天…的颜色改变，为什么要把云朵儿…的形状改变呢？”我说：“蓝天和白云看上去不可爱，我觉得棉花糖、绵羊…很可爱！所以就把白云。改成了别的形状。我不喜欢蓝色，喜欢色彩斑斓的颜色，所以就把蓝色。画成了彩色的。”老师给我了一个大拇指！
此时，我知道了，要想超越别人，需要做与众不同，有创新的自己。
青春短暂，转瞬即逝，但青春是人生最美好的时期，我们年轻，所以我们激进，我们敢于尝试，毫不犹豫地追求我们的梦。我们年轻，所以我们自信，我们从不向命运低头，那些挫折和挫折。我们年轻，所以我们美丽，我们有最迷人的迷人的脸庞。这个世界不一定有美好的结局，没有缠绵青春的遗憾！无论快乐还是不快乐，青春都是用来怀念的！没有对与错，只是一个人的一点心意！这是最好的结局。
正如电影台词所说，成长的恐怖在于把自己变成你曾经不喜欢的人的样子。增长的代价是失去一些那些东西，那些你觉得不珍贵的东西，不过是几年的时间后来，当你经历了很多事情，你会意识到这些意愿在你以后的生活中不会再出现。但没关系，每个人的成长小路就是这样。珍惜你现在拥有的，因为那些是青春，以眼泪和心碎作为回报。在接下来的日子里，过去的记忆会温暖你的心。我说，青春是不朽的，快乐和痛苦都是不朽的见证你年轻的证据。
生命是非常奇妙的，人类了解大自然的能力是有的限制，你永远不知道接下来会发生什么，尤其是当你发现让自己陷入绝望。通往成功的道路充满变数，也许成功只是一种可能性。也许，我们会度过一生努力，走到生命的尽头，最终没有成功，但是我们没有后悔，因为我们努力了。我们应该做的是珍惜我们现在所拥有的，并学会成为心存感激，展望未来。为你的梦想而战！
面对时代的变迁，面对星星与天空的摩擦，面对逆境的来临，我从来不会逆来顺受，面对需要勇气如同花儿嫣然的美貌，星星绚烂的光亮，夜幕上安谧的孤独。
今天路过青春街头的我，面对了一次艰难的抉择，无法言表的沉重。总是觉得这一天很漫长。令我感到透不过气来，云雾间透露出菲菲哀愁，细细碎碎的晴天都掩藏得严严实实。
心儿也坠入低谷，眉头连成了枷锁，渴望成为天上云团的一小块，追求我梦寐的梦想，采集一份友情，爱上一线希望。时间静止在这一刻，仿佛旧日的故事重新演绎，脸-昏黄的黛玉静静地在擦泪。屈原在望-抒情，李白在望月怀乡
面对凉凉的气息，悲伤在我额头上如肥皂般透明。祈求有一架-虹吻去我的哀愁，祈求有一场春雨驱走我身上的霉气。
仰头凝望那黛-的夜幕，死一般寂静，时间总是在分秒中流逝，黑夜里没有星星的串连，仅仅依赖那片茫茫的夜空，好晦气。只剩下淡淡的灯光和我缓缓的呼吸。稠密的高云把这夜形容得恐怖，湖面上连连的皱褶，夹杂着几条参差不齐的光线，隐隐约约浮现在湖面上。
大地上这是还一片喧嚣，圆月被浮云埋没了，这天的夜晚温柔了，蘸着无情的夜风与沙沙的落叶声，在大地上降临，心中的郁闷慢慢化为乌有，暗暗承接着悠悠的幸福。
梦幻磬缘般的感觉，面对这一切的五-斑斓，心中隐藏其背后的清澈，暗暗留驻一连串抑扬顿挫的音符。
面对时间的迫及，摩挲着我微妙的人生，勾勒出我七-的里程。
以前的我，真的太顽皮，经常给爸爸妈妈惹下不少事，让他们每天都在为我操心。我从来都没有仔细的看过他们，直到这一次在家长会上我才好好看了看我的爸爸。
这是第一次让我感觉到了他的苍老，他已经不再那么年轻，头顶上长出了些许银丝，坑坑洼洼的脸就像是贫瘠的土地上藏满了污垢，是啊！绿叶奉献给了大地，阳光奉献给了万物，而父母将他们的生命无私的奉献给了我们。
父母的爱含蓄得像一杯浓浓地咖啡，喝到最后才能品出它的甜。它流露在一言一行中，一句亲切的问候，一堆苦口婆心的唠叨却渗透父母无私的爱，而我却熟视无睹。岁月流逝，我也从一个年幼无知的小女孩长成了一个亭亭玉立的少女，而父母的腰板不再硬朗，是啊！他们为了我的成长操碎了心，奉献出了他们的一切。这杯咖啡我整整品了十五年，今天我才品出了他真正的味道。这十五年来，我的任性，叛逆给他们带来多少伤心与痛苦，而他们却用一颗宽容的心包容了我的一切，我怎么才能报答他们那博大深沉的爱呢？
爸爸妈妈今天我借着这次家长会对你们说一声：“你们辛苦了！谢谢你们每天对我无微不至的照顾。”说到这儿，我的泪水不禁夺眶而下，你们每天这么操劳，而我却不好好学*，我怎么能对的起你们。
我要从此努力学*，不在贪玩，用优异的成绩来回报你们的爱，不让你们的爱付之东流，让你们也为我自豪，为我骄傲。
"谁言寸草心，报得三春晖！“我要怀着感恩的心，努力学*，会报我亲爱的父母。
雏鹰，在风雨中砺练双翅，总有被树干划破的时候;小海燕，在风浪中如何矫健，也总有被骤雨打湿羽翼的时候;成长中的我们，总会遇到坎坷，总会摔在地上，面对家长的期望，学校的焦灼，社会的责任，我们应该怎么做?
我们要学会勇敢面对，学会克服困难，在失败中学会成长。
还记得"长风破浪会有时，直挂云帆济沧海"的诗仙李白吗?记得他大呼"仰天大笑出门去，我辈岂是蓬蒿人"的自信吗?记得他高歌"天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来"时的不屑吗?
面对困难，我们要拥有像李白那样的自信去面对困难，面对生活中的挑战，赢得成功。
还记得"竹杖芒鞋轻胜马"的行者吗?还记得"也无风雨也无晴"的智者吗?还记得那个在赤壁之上写下"大江东去，浪淘尽，千古风流人物"的苏东坡吗?他豁达，他大度，他用*淡去面对愁苦的人生，让愁苦从他悟性非凡的心中只作穿行而从不停滞。
面对困难，我们要拥有苏东坡一样超然的智慧，要用*常之心去面对，以不变应万变的心灵去接受上帝的赠予--苦难。
还记得那个让整个中华为之感动的邰丽华吗?对于她来说，生活是苦的，苦不堪言，但她从容面对，她将痛苦掩埋，掩埋在无声的世界里，然后用微笑去面对苦难，用坚强去追求梦想。
人一出生，就在人生之路上奔波不止，到达终点的有成功者，有失败者，也不乏碌碌无为的人。其实，通往成功的最后一步，不是像旁人所说的困难重重，有时可能会很简单。但当你不知前路是何方时，这一步就会使人轻易放弃。
曾听说过这样一个笑话：有两个人被关在精神病院里，他们商量如何逃离。为了越过医院的100堵墙，他们努力翻啊翻，终于成功越过10道、20道、30……，翻过第99堵墙之后，两人都已筋疲力尽，于是，他们又翻回去……
看到这个笑话时，开始是莞尔一笑，过后是一阵沉思。这世间，有多少人，也是如此?在人生的征程中，他们历尽艰辛，憧憬着令人神往的成功，也许就是在最后一步停滞不前，但，仅仅是最后一小步，就能决定人的一生，之前的一切努力，就因为这一小步的退却付诸东流。
成功逝去之后，才知后悔，悔有何用!
没有谁知道，上帝给你安排的哪一处才是“成功”，也不知道，哪一步才是那“最后一步”。唯一的办法就是，坚持不懈地努力，朝着自己的目标，执着地走下去，不计较别人嘲笑的态度，不理睬别人鄙夷的眼神，唯有坚持，才是通往成功之路最好的出路。
如果遇到困境，也无须抱怨。抱怨只是无用功，最好的方式就是行动起来，继续努力地拼搏奋斗，相信自己，成功就在前方!
美国专栏作家威廉·科贝特曾在一篇文章中写道：我们的目光不可能一下子投向数十年之后，我们的手也不可能一下子就触摸到数十年后的那个目标，其间的距离，我们为什么不能用快乐的心态去完成呢?
年轻时，威廉·科贝特辞掉了报社的工作，一头扎进创作中去，可他心中的“鸿篇巨制”却一直写不出来，他感到十分痛苦和绝望。
一天，他在街上遇到了一位朋友，便不由地向他倾诉了自己的苦恼。朋友听了后，对他说：“咱们走路去我家好吗?”“走路去你家?至少也得走上几个小时。”朋友见他退缩，便改口说：“咱们就到前面走走吧。”
一路上，朋友带他到射击游艺场观看射击，到动物园观看猴子。他们走走停停，不知不觉，竟走到了朋友的家里。几个小时走下来，他们都没有感到一点累。在朋友家里，威廉·科贝特听到了让他终身难忘的一*话：“今天走的路，你要记在心里，无论你与目标之间有多远，也要学会轻松地走路。只有这样，在走向目标的过程中，才不会感到烦闷，才不会被遥远的未来吓倒。”
就是这番话，改变了威廉·科贝特的创作态度。他不再把创作看作一件苦差，而是在轻松的创作过程中，尽情地享受创作的快乐。不知不觉间，他写出了《莫德》、《交际》等一系列名篇佳作，成为美国一位著名的专栏作家。
坚强人人都可拥有，人人都可以坚强，我也从一件司空见惯的小事中选择了坚强，学会了遇到挫折和困难时选择坚强。
这件小事非常的*常，四年级时一次体育课，要比赛200米赛跑，只听老师的发令预备—————开始。这时已做好准备的我被别人绊倒了，顿时，我的泪就想往下流，这时，我想起了：汶川地震时一位小女孩被木板死死地压住，动弹不得，消防叔叔在安慰她，可让人没想到，小女孩却笑着说：叔叔我不怕，你去救别人吧！
我唱歌给你听，两只老虎，两只老虎这番话让在场的人都流下了激动的泪水。那名大队长当机立断，下定决心一定要把小女孩抢救出来。大地震并没有把小女孩给折服，她是用歌声来驱赶黑暗和恐惧的。想到这里，我激动万分，与那个小女孩相比起来，我摔伤了是那多么的微不足道，在困难面前，小女孩选择了坚强，而我却选择了退缩，真是太不应该了！
我立即擦干眼泪站起来到水池边去冲洗地。冲洗干净后我坐在一边休息，一位同学走上来对我亲切的说：还疼吗？我斩钉截铁的回答：已经不疼了，这点小伤比起那些压在废墟下的同龄朋友又能算什么呢？她对我说：是啊。你和他们一样的勇敢。我不好意思的对她笑了笑。
从这件小事我学会了坚强，在遇到困难想起那些比自己更可怜的人遭遇到的挫折又能算些什么呢？根本不算什么，所以我在遇到挫折时我会选择面对挫折与困难，选择了勇敢与坚强，不只那一次，在以后我也是一样。
励志给自己插上翅膀，你才可以飞得更高；炼造一双千里眼，你才可以望得更远。满载而行，即使困难重重，你留下的汗水也终会获得回报；满载而行，即使艰辛与泪水并存，你前方的道路也依然光明；满载而行，即使跌倒了，你也将有勇气迈向成功。生不是一帆风顺的，成功也不可能是你的专利，我们每个人都是行进在路中的追梦人。也许梦想会变成现实，也许梦想永远只能是梦想，然而在出发之前，你是否曾想过：你准备好了吗?行进在梦想的路途中，竞争是十分激烈的，如果你轻装上路，又怎么可能会取得成功?满载而行的人也许也会失败，但毕竟他们可以做到无怨无悔，在跌倒之后，毕竟他们还有信心，更有力量再爬起。
又或者失败对他们来讲只意味着失误，然而对那些轻装上路的人来说，失败才是真正意义上的失败，试问，那些从不准备却也梦想着成功的人，你们天才方仲永，有着超人的智商，但他不一样也失败了吗?
童第周上中学时，成绩差到学校勒令其退学，与仲永相比，他并不算是聪明吧!然而他用自己的努力让自己的名字跨越了时空，他用自己的努力向我们诠释了满载而行，不聪明也一样可以成功，他成了全中国人的骄傲，而方仲永却只能算是一种悲哀。即便是天才，那又怎样?没有准备，成功对你来说同样遥不可及，相反，即使你只是一普普通通的人，在追梦的途中，你选择满载而行，相信成功只在你不远的前方。有资格谈梦想吗?在路的起点就已注定了你们的失败。
我记得有位诗人说过：“你需要的话可以拿走我的面包，可以拿走我的空气，可是别把我的微笑拿走。”因为生活需要微笑，真是有了微笑这个社会才充满活力，这个社会才变得和谐。
就在我们的可爱的校园里，每天都充满着欢声笑语，我们每个人见面都对彼此微笑一下，我们心里会很开心，学*更加起劲，生活的才更加有意义。
我总是在想熟悉的人总会微笑相待，是不是不认识的人就不会那么的好了。但是通过那次，我改变了我的想法。记得那是一个暑假的一天，我骑着自行车出去玩了，就在路上可能太过于贪玩，路边的小石头跟我开了个小玩笑，我就那样摔在地上了，感觉像是做梦一样就那样惨惨的摔在地上，我的膝盖划破了，当我感到沙沙的疼，心里难受死了。就在我准备在那放声大哭的时候，旁边过来一个老奶奶，看着我对我微微一笑，她就像一缕阳光，照的我身上特别温暖，而且眼神里暗示我，“别着急，自己加油起来，你一定可以的。”我就像身上注入了一股力量似的，忍住身上的小痛，站起身来，把车扶起来。对着老奶奶回应了一个微笑，然后老奶奶说;“好样的，遇到困难要坚强，学着自己解决。以后骑车小心点。”我点点头，慢慢的推车离开了。
微笑的力量是伟大的，也是珍贵的。事隔了好久了，我依然记忆犹新，我感觉这个社会就应该多些微笑，多些和谐。就让我们的世界多些微笑，多些快乐，让我们一起见证微笑的力量，共同将微笑传递下去。
——英语自我介绍小短文范本5份
Hi， boys and girls, good morning, it is my pleasure to take this change to introduce myself, my name is ***, i am 10 years old. About my family, there are 4 people in my family, father, mother, brother and me, my father and mother are all very kind, welcome you to visit my family if you have time!
I am a very outgoing girl(boy), I like reading、playing games and listening to music, of course, I also like to make friends with all the people in the school, I hope I will be your best friends in the school life.
My name is LiLi.I am thirty years old .I graduated from the college of fuxin.I work in fuxin county government.In my family ，there are two people，my wife and me. My wife works in a primary school. She is very lovely and beautiful。I'm a bit shy but I love to make friends。
I am very tall. I have two big eyes and a long nose.I like meat、 vegetables and fruits.I like reading books . They are about sports and literature.
In my spare time, I like to play computer games.I have got a new computer.I like soccer、basketball and baseball. But basketball is my favourite. I usually play basketball at the weekend.
My name is .
There are 4 people in my family.
My father is a Chemistryteacher.
He teaches chemistry in senior high school.
My mother is an English teacher.
She teaches English in the university.
I have a younger brother, he is a junior high school student and is preparing for the entrance exam.
I like to read English story books in my free time.
Sometimes I surf the Internet and download the E- books to read.
Reading E- books is fun.
In addition, it also enlarges my vocabulary words because of the advanced technology and the vivid animations.
I hope to study both English and computer technology because I am interested in both of the subjects.
Maybe one day I could combine both of them and ap*** to my research in the future.
篇二：英语自我介绍小短文
I would like to ap*** for the post of industrial engineer, which your company offered.
I feel that I am the right sort of person for the post because my qualifications and experience are really suitable for the position.
I expect to graduate in July from the Department of Industrial Engineering of Jiangxi University of Science and Technology, majoring in industrial engineering.
During my college years, I have worked very hard at my major courses, so as to lay a solid foundation of theoretical knowledge.
As a result, I have passed all the examinations and achieved excellent academic results in major courses such as statistics, operation researches, system engineering, business management, logistics, Statistics and Probability Theory ，Professional English, Metalworking Practice, Electrical Engineering Practice, Linear Algebra.
Moreover I have passed CET-4 and National Computer Level Test-Rank Three.
Outside classroom, I was very active and took part in different social activities.
In my junior year, I served as monitor of my class, and received Advanced Person of Jiangxi University of Science and Technology.
Since September 2004,(guanli.
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com) I worked as a part-time business controller at Angel of Ganzhou, and raised our products’ share by 48.
28 percent by 2005.
In addition, I worked rather actively and successfully in certain student’s societies.
All those experiences contributed much to the development and promotion of my organizing and social abilities.
I wish to assure you that, if successful, I would endeavor to give you every satisfaction.
It would be greatly appreciated if you grant me an opportunity of an interview.
At that time, I will present my credentials.
I can be reached by phone at 13531398140 or email me at**********@qq.
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Enclosed please find a resume, a copy of the recommendation form and the official transcript, Thank you for your time and consideration.
篇三：英语自我介绍小短文
1、I study Chinese、English、maths and History and some other subject at school.
I study hard.
My favorite subject is English.
I often find chance to practice English.
China has joined WTO and Beijing will host the 2008 Olympics,English is more and more important .
I will study hard and be dedicate to my homeland.
2、Introducing yourself is very important when you meet new people.
You always want to make a good impression when telling others about yourself.
Allow me to introduce myself.
3、My name is Pat and I'm from Taiwan.
Right now, I'm a student.
I study very hard every day.
I like going to school because I'm eager to learn.
I enjoy learning English.
It's my favorite class.
I like to make friends and I get along with everyone.
This is the introduction I give whenever I meet new people.
It tells people a little bit about me and about what I like to do.
4、My name is……, a 13-year-old this year.
I like to sing, like paint, like sports.
I am love, my greatest dream is to be a philanthropist, using his own money, their own strength to help people in difficulties.
In order to achieve this dream, I worked very hard to learn, I firmly believe that:有志者事竟成!
hello, everyone, it's my honor to stand here introducing myself.
My name is xxx, from Class 2, Grade six,xxxx Primary School.
I'm doing well in my study, besides I'm the monitor of my class and I get on well with my classmates.I'm a happy and talented girl. I'm good at drawing and many of my drawings have won prizes. At the same time, I like telling stories.I'm interested in learning English very much, and I believe that I will do well in future. I won't let you down!
Thanks for your listening.
My name is LiLi.I am thirty years old .I graduated from the college of fuxin.I work in fuxin county government.In my family，there are two people，my wife and me. My wife works in a primary school. She is very lovely and beautiful。I'm a bit shy but I love to make friends。
I am very tall. I have two big eyes and a long nose.I like meat、 vegetables and fruits.I like reading books . They are about sports and literature.
In my spare time, I like to play computer games.I have got a new computer.I like soccer、basketball and baseball. But basketball is my favourite. I usually play basketball at the weekend.
