在地*线上，一轮明月高悬。我把它摘下来，交给迷失的你，让它的光芒照亮你的心题词
他极度沉迷于网络游戏，无法自拔。由于他们不善于与他人沟通，他们被排斥在外，整天保持沉默。但它碰巧是一本书。几天前，他坐在我前面。
每次我抬头一看，我总是看到他弯腰坐在桌子上——不用说，他又玩了一整夜。虽然我别无选择，也许是出于好意，有一天我拍了拍他的肩膀。他突然从梦中醒来，睡眼惺忪，对周围的一切一无所知。看着他的脸，我觉得很有趣。在接下来的日子里，我和他之间的交流就是一次又一次地拍我的肩膀。
最后，有一次，当他拖着懒洋洋的脚步，用水壶去打水时，我迅速拿出准备已久的咖啡粉递给他：“醒醒，下节课很重要。”我仍然记得他惊讶的眼睛。不久，他给自己买了一盒咖啡粉。课间休息时，他的座位周围有一股浓烈的咖啡豆味，他的精神大为振奋。几天后，桌上的咖啡粉不见了，他也不再低头了。
月光下的夜间自学。月光透过窗户洒在纸上。我坐在窗边，试图用指尖触摸那潮湿的.月光。突然，他扔了一个小纸球。我好奇地打开它：“你喜欢月亮吗？”看看天空。今晚的满月是明亮而晴朗的。我喜欢这种感觉从那以后，他变得开朗起来。我经常问他一些简单的问题，但他不知道。从那以后，他逐渐意识到课堂上认真听讲的重要性，并不时与我讨论问题。我不知道他什么时候爱上了运动。篮球和羽毛球是他的最爱。当我走着的时候，我情绪高昂，再也看不到沉重的脚步声。
又是一个满月的夜晚。晚上自学完后，他起身离开了，我很快就跟着他。在路上，我拍了拍他的肩膀。他回头看着我，笑了。我指着月亮说，“嘿，看，”做了一个抓月亮的手势，“来送你一个明月。”他笑着说：“你很久以前就给了我这个明月了。”
我们的笑声响彻天空。
进入了一段漫长而又短暂的旅途。在生命的整个过程中，我们因为环境的不同，生活也因此而变得万紫千红，各色各异。有的人，在还没有来得及去想要拥有什么的时候就拥有了一切，而有的人，历经万苦去追求，却徒劳而归。这个世界上，所谓的公*是不存在的。先人们之所谓说公*，倡导公*的存在，是因为让我们认知公*的存在，可以激励我们不断超越自己，不断发奋图强。
虽然公*是先辈们说的一个善意的谎言，但不得不承认这个谎言带给我们的力量。
正是因为我们从心里默认了公*的存在，所以才会自强不息，才会在绝望之时告诉自己，我不比别人差，从而成就自身的价值，铺造七彩的道路。
李某在此执笔残书，浅谈人生得失。也许文笔之稚嫩，思维之肤浅，诠释之含糊，但请各位别见笑。
得，生活中无处不在，只是有多或少、朝或夕之分。也许很多人都感慨一无所有带来的痛苦，不否认，拥有令人羡慕的一切，的确可以满足做为有思想的人类都会有的虚荣心。
然而得到并非意味着就可以快乐和幸福。要知道人的野心和好奇心之大，望而生畏的事物，会让我们拥有将其征服的欲望。对我们拥有极大诱惑的，都是遥远的的。而我们得不到的，都是美好的。
随着年龄的不断增长，我们就渐渐的忘却了本我。很多小时候看似可望而不可及的事物，现在唾手可得，很多小时候的愿望，如今看来是多么的微不足道。
因此，此刻的我们，对小时候的渴望和心愿并不屑一顾。
所以，我们现在拥有的`，已经无法让我们快乐，并不是我们拥有的不够多，而是我们忘了本，忽略了曾带给我们惊喜的最简单的东西。
我们总是不断追逐，总以为得不到我们所需要的，我们的拼搏、跌跌撞撞所得到的，我们曾梦寐以求的东西时，我们只是若无其事的将其置于一旁，又从新开始追逐，总以为再得到什么就会拥有快乐和幸福。然而却是一次比一次得到的更多失望。
其实拥有的多或少，我们都可以拥有幸福和快乐。只是我们忽略了生活的本质，忘却了自己而也。记得曾有个哲学家对我说过：走得远，就会忘记了为什么而出发，所以不要走得太远。
不否认，追逐是我们创立人生价值的根本，然而必须是在不忘本我，不忘简单的前提之下，这样我们才可以得到一路的惊喜和幸福。
失：有得必有失，这句传承了上百年的古话，不断的被世人所验证。
人生的旅途中，我们不断的失去，有的无足轻重，而有的却使我们痛彻心扉。
人生是一场无止境的考核的过程，有些事，有些人，无论我们多么舍不得，都将会离开，会失去，而有些失去、有些离开，不像是恋人一样，彼此的离开，会在下一秒下一站相遇，而是永远的，不会再有可能、没有也许，也没有如果的失去。
有些事物或人的离开，是必然的，不会因为努力或舍不得而创造奇迹。
也许再坚强的心，也承受不了失去某些人或物的痛苦，再乐观的人，也阻止不了失去的悲伤。我们是人，一个有思想的*凡人，拥有七情六欲是我们的本性，然而有一点，我们必须清楚：无论失去什么，都请记住，哭过，痛过，我们还要面对生活，无论失去的对我们有多重要，我们必须在哭泣过后，理智的生活下去，因为我们都要学着自我成长，要独自成受痛苦和悲伤。
失去不意味着重生，但伤和痛可以助我们成长，无论何人何物，都只是我们的一半，教会你最初舞步的人不会陪你到散常
失去的，无论做多大的努力和牺牲，也挽回不了，所以失去我们要坦然的去接受。我们唯一可以做的就是：在拥有的时候，去珍惜，去爱护，减少遗憾。
得之偶然，失之必然。所以无论得失，我们要坦然。
别忘了此时此刻你的勇气。
去年下半年，我去参加过一个很奇怪的活动，需要参与者在纸上写下一个具体目标，然后主办方会帮你保管起来，直到半年后你再回来拆开这封信件，看看你的这个目标实现了没有。
上个月回去的时候，发现很多人的目标都拆开了，然后挂在墙上和大家分享成果。有的人是立志要在半年内减肥十斤，有的人是要在半年内追到一个漂亮的女朋友，也有的人是要在半年内学会英语口语。后来，有的人实现了目标，有的人半途而废了。
当时刚好有个分享会，期间有一个35岁左右的男人上去分享自己的坚持。他说，写下这个目标的时候，其实不只是写在纸上，更多的是写在自己的.心上。因为坚持做一件事，从来就不会很容易。
这个男人的半年计划是每天早起跑步。这听起来是一件很酷的事情，无论大风大雨，还是前一天晚睡，他都坚持起来跑步。他说，想要让自己身体更健康，所以必须努力锻炼。一开始会觉得很难，因为立下目标只需要五分钟，可是坚持这个目标却要每天都克服懒惰。
所幸的是，他坚持了下来。他把自己的目标告诉了全家人，让所有人都来监督他，一旦他没有做到，他就要承包家里一年的家务活。
他说，如果有勇气开始，那请你也有勇气坚持，坚持去完成你曾经拍着胸膛想要做到的事情。
我看着台上这个因为坚持跑步而神采奕奕的男人，也跟着大家一起鼓起掌来。旁边一个姑娘低头问我，你完成半年目标了吗？我笑着说，我的目标是半年内每天坚持写作，然后努力写稿争取出书。现在，我的新书已经进入制作流程了，可是，我并没有做到每天坚持写作，所以，我也是那个只有开始的勇气，却没办法坚持的人。
那天我看到那些坚持完成了目标的人，突然明白了自己不能改变生活的原因：因为改变生活的第一步，是改变你自己。我们总是能轻而易举地许下承诺，拍着胸膛说出自己的诗和远方，可是，别忘记了一开始你出发的勇气，这样你会更有可能坚持到终点。
英语酷炫到不行的电影《中国合伙人》里，主角成冬青是我很佩服的角色。
一开始，他没能如愿考上自己想要的大学，他没有放弃，一直坚持，最后如愿以偿;在他毫无预兆地喜欢上一个姑娘的时候，除了一开始表白的勇气，他更能坚持不懈地勇敢追求，坚持用自己的这份勇气来让对方喜欢上自己;还是一开始，他的英语口语因为发音问题，听起来像日语，但是当他翻到英语词典里的那张书签，看到上面写着“有天你会让我妒忌的”，那一刻他获得了莫大的勇气，最后真的就成了那个让人妒忌的人。
看到他勇敢倒腾、壮志豪言的那一幕，你也一定不会陌生吧。我们都曾这样勇敢过，每当我们立志要完成某件事情、某个目标的时候，我们也会这样勇敢。就像我们说要好好念书，就像我们说要英语八级，就像我们说要周游世界……
可惜的是，我们很多人都只有开始的勇气，却缺乏了坚持的勇气。
你有没有试过，想要为了一个人而去改变自己？
你有没有试过，想要得到一份更好的工作而去改变自己？
你有没有试过，想要实现自己的一个梦想，而去努力改变自己？
你当然试过，一开始我们也曾经胸怀勇气，斗志昂扬。只是，很多人没能坚持下去，没能把这份勇气一直坚持下去。于是，那些坚持下去的人，成功改变了自己，让自己变得更好了。
电影《那些年我们一起追的女孩》里，柯景腾说，突然有一天你发现，努力念书也可以变成一件很热血的事情。于是，他努力学*，努力学好英语。光着身子站在家里的阳台上大声朗读英语，就算每次都会被对楼的大叔嘲笑，他也依旧认真而大声地背单词。
他也会烦闷，也想过放弃，可终究没有。我想，这就是勇气吧。为了一开始拍着胸脯说“我要是认真念书肯定会比你厉害”这句话，他坚持了下去，身为学渣的他最后居然考了一个很不错的成绩。
所以，一开始的勇气很重要，而坚持下去的勇气，或许更重要。无论你在做着什么样的工作，或是还坐在学校的教室里，都请不要忘记了，一开始你曾经为了梦想而有过的勇气。把那一刻的勇气，变成此时此刻的坚持，你终将遇见更好的自己。
静静地坐着，看着思念如何闯入逝去的岁月，静静地仰望，看着流星，如何划破辽阔的天空，静静地歌唱，看着音符，如何飘进你的梦中。
朦胧无声，弹奏的是一次邂逅，当秋天是五彩缤纷的，或是深深印在我内心记忆的深处。回首过去，我无法忍受的是一点点轻浮，或是风吹起的'海口。这么深的感情，这么疯狂的心，难道不能抵挡时间的流逝吗？握着记忆之手，追寻它。
用琥珀色储存我对你的爱。谁会读懂我无数年后的迷恋？他能理解这是多么令人难忘吗？把最美丽的玫瑰花瓣磨成胭脂色。几经波折，你还能想起自己的脸，重新缝合破碎的梦，编织出什么样的思念，回头看是否还能回到那梦里？把写满你名字的纸片折成一架飞机，飞出去，带着对远方的向往。
写着你名字的纸片像雪一样飞出去，为你写的诗像水一样继续，环绕着我的世界，指引我的手指穿越爱的千里，找到你的方向，一路走来寻找你的芬芳，哪怕它被困在梦中，哪怕它坠入深渊。
在无数人群中找到你的身影。在晨曦结束时，当眉间的悲伤消失时，用动人的微笑看着你。
坐在窗口，一抬头，一轮圆月正望着我；翻开日历，才发现，今天是爷爷过世的那天。“都已经过了整一年了啊！”我默默的念叨着。
躺在床上，突然听见窗外传来一阵声音。我走了出去，发现了一条让我既熟悉又陌生的小石子路。两边飘来淡淡的泥土清香。一个声音告诉我，前方有户人家。我的心不再紧缩，让凹凸不*的石子任意按摩着我的脚。一种熟悉的感觉逐渐清晰起来。远处，点点灯光如繁星闪烁。我悄悄走过去，见一位老爷爷正抱着一个小孩子仰望夜空。我上前一步看去，原来那位老爷爷就是我慈祥的爷爷，坐在他腿上的便是儿时的我啊！
我好奇的指着天上的星星问：“爷爷，这是什么东西？为什么一闪一闪的呢？”爷爷用厚实的`手抚摸着我的头说：“这叫星星，它们之所以一闪一闪的，那是它们在调皮的眨眼睛啊。”我笑了，笑得如此的甜。过了一会儿，我枕着爷爷的手臂睡着了。爷爷的声音还缭绕在我的耳边。
睁开眼，发现自己躺在床上。原来，刚才那一切只是一场梦。望着窗外，阴云早以遮盖了圆月。我的眼睛里盛满了泪，它们任意的流淌。我一尝，味道咸咸的……
——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。
——初中英语双语阅读文章实用五份
One day I was on a bus. I found an elderly woman standing in front of me. She had a big bag in her hand. "It's a virtue for a young person to help the old,"I said to myself. When I was standing up to give my seat to the old lady, a young foreigner got up quickly saying, "Please sit down."The old lady thanked him and sat down. She looked very happy. I was a little embarrassed because I was sitting in the middle of the bus. Suddenly a pregnant woman got onto the bus. I quickly stood up to give up my seat to her. The foreigner smiled at me. He said that he was an Australian, and was a student studying Chinese culture in China.
ride 骑马、骑脚踏车或乘坐公共交通工具旅行
elderly 年长的
virtue 美德
pregnant 怀孕的'
乘公共汽车
一天，我在一辆公共汽车上。我发现一位年长的妇人站在我的面前，她手里拿了个大包。“帮助老人是年轻人的美德。”我对自己说。当我正要站起来把自己的座位让给那位老妇人时，一个年轻的外国人很快站了起来，说：“请这里坐。”老妇人谢谢他，然后坐下，她看上去非常高兴。我有一点尴尬，因为我坐在车厢的中间。突然一个孕妇上了车。我很快地站起来把座位让给了她。那个外国人笑着看着我，他说他是澳大利亚人，正在中国学*中国文化。
Three Little Pigs and a Big Wolf
Once, a mother pig sent her three little children into the world. They needed to look after themselves.
The first pig found some straw, and he built a fine house with straw, and he built a fine house with straw.
The second pig built a house with wood.
The third pig built a house with stone.
One day, a wolf came to straw house, he was hungry.
"Little pig let me in! I'm your brother."
"No, no! You are a wolf."
Then the wolf blew down the straw house. The first pig ran to the wooden house.
Then the wolf came to the wooden house, too. The two pigs ran to the stone house.
The wolf came and blew the stone house. He blew and blew, but the house didn't fall down. Then wolf was angry, he climbed to the roof and jumped down the chimney.
The wolf fell into the pot! Ouch! He ran away.
The three little pigs lived happily.
从前，猪妈妈把她的三个小孩打发出去，因为他们需要学会照顾自己。
第一只小猪找到一些稻草，他盖了一座漂亮的草房子。
第一只小猪盖了一座木头房子。
第二只小猪了盖了一座石头房子。
一天， 一只大灰狼来到草房前，他十分饥饿。
"小猪，让我进去，我是我你兄弟。"
"不，不，你是大灰狼。"
然后大灰狼就把草屋吹倒了，第一只小猪逃到了木头屋子里。
然后狼来到木头前，他吹呀吹可是吹不倒石头房子。狼发怒了，他爬上了屋顶并从烟囱往下跳。
在烟囱下面的火炉上有一锅水。三只小猪用大火把得很烫。
狼掉进了锅里!哎呀!他逃走了?
三只小猪从此过着快乐的生活。
Father's Things
When Peter is 17, he is as tall as his father. So he begins to borrow his father's clothes when he wants to go out with his father's clothes when he wants to go out with his friends in the evening. Father doesn't like this. And he always gets very angry when he finds his son wearing any of his things.
One evening when Peter is about to go out; his father stops him in the living room. He looks at Peter's clothes very carefully. Then he says angrily, "Isn't that one of my ties, Peter?"
"Yes, Father, it is," answers Peter.
"And that shirt is mine, too."
"Yes, that's your, too." answers Peter.
"And you're wearing my belt!"
"Yes, I am, Father," answers Peter, "You don't want to your trousers to fall down, do you?"
父母的东西
皮特17岁的时候，长得和父亲一样高了。于是，当他晚上和朋友一起出去时，就开始借父亲的衣服穿。可是这位父亲可不喜欢这样，当他发现他的儿子穿他的衣服时，总是非常生气。
一天晚上，皮特准备出去，父亲在客厅里拦住了他。父亲细细打量着皮特的穿着。然后气呼呼的说着;"皮特，那不是我的领带吗?"
皮特回答说："是的，父亲，是您的领带。"
"还有那衬衫也是我的。"
"是的，衬衫也是您的。"皮特回答说。
"还有呢，你连皮带也用我的。"父亲说。
"是的，父亲，"皮特回答说，"您不愿意让您的裤子掉下来吧?"
It happened that a dog had some meat that he wanted to eat at home. On his way home he met a river. As he looked down, he saw his shadow in the water.
"Just look!"said he to himself. "That dog down there has some meat, too. If I could get it away from him, I would really eat well tonight!"
With this thought, he made a snap at the other dog's meat. And as he did, his own meat fell into the water. So then he had nothing at all.
Then he saw that the other dog had lost his meat, too. "That is as it should be!?thought he. "For I saw him trying to take my meat away from me."
By wanting to have everything, he has lost everything he had!
shadow 影子
snap at 抓，咬
狗和他的影子
碰巧狗有一些肉，他想回到家后再吃。回家的路上，他遇到了一条河。当他往河里看时，在水里他看到了他的影子。
“看啊!”他对自己说，“下面的那只狗也有一些肉。如果我能从他那里把肉弄过来，那我今晚就可以美餐一顿了!”
带着这个想法，他朝另一只狗的肉扑去。当他这么做时，他自己的肉掉进了水里。所以他就什么都没有了。
然后，他看到另一只狗的肉也没了。“活该!”他想，“因为我看到他想从我这里抢走我的肉。” 什么都想要，却失去了原来所拥有的!
A Clever Panda
A little panda picks up a pumpkin and wants to take it home. But the pumpkin is too big. The panda can't take it home.
Suddenly she sees a bear riding a bike toward her. She watches the bike. "I know! I have a good idea." she jumps and shouts happily, "I can roll a pumpkin. It's like a wheel."
So she rolls the pumpkin to her home. When her mother sees the big pumpkin, she is surprised, "Oh, my God! How can you carry it home?" the little panda answers proudly, "I can't lift it, but I can roll it." Her mother smiled and says，"What a clever girl! Use you heard to do something,"
一只小熊猫摘了一只大南瓜，想把它拿回家。但是这只南瓜太大了，她没有办法把这么大的南瓜带回家。
突然她看见一只狗熊骑着一辆自行车朝她这边来。她看着自行车，跳着说："有了!我有办法了。我可以把南瓜滚回家去。南瓜好像车轮。
于是她把那瓜滚回家。当她妈妈看到这只大南瓜的时候，很惊讶："天啊!这么食的南瓜!你是怎么把它带回家来的?"小熊猫自豪地说;"我拎不动它，可是我能滚动它啊!"她妈妈微笑着说："真聪明啊!记住：只要你肯动脑筋，没有难办的事。"
——小学生的英语阅读文章(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.
the expression fireworks gets its meaning from the fireworks that people shoot into the sky when they are celebrating a great event. rockets explode to fill the dark, night sky with bright reds and blues, with yellows and greens and whites.
the expression also means a great show of noisy anger, or something exciting. for example, a defense lawyer in a court trial may become very emotional in arguing with the government lawyer about evidence affecting the accused. the judge finally stops the loud argument and calls the two lawyers forward. he tells them, “i want no more of these fireworks in my courtroom.”
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in india, people have been using fireworks for more than five hundred years. a great indian fireworks show takes place during the religious celebration of diwali, every autumn.
fireworks shows are popular around the world. but if i do not end this program right now, there will be fireworks from my producer.
There once was a rose bush in full bloom in a big garden. An elf was living in the most beautiful rose in the garden, and she was so small that people could not see her. She had long blond hair to her toes and beautiful wings.
One day, it got dark before she got home. She had been dancing and flying around so she didn't have time to get back to the rose bush. Suddenly, the weather got cold, evening dew started to fall, and a strong wind began to blow. She could not stay in the other flowers because they were all closed up.
"What am I going to do now? It's too cold." She got scared because she had never stayed outside at night. There was a twinkling light from the other side of the garden. "It's too cold, and I am scared. Maybe I should spend tonight there."
The elf flew to a pavilion on the other side of the garden in a hurry. But there were already two people in the pavilion. A beautiful young lady and a handsome man were praying that they would never be apart from each other. They were in love. "But we must go far away from each other soon." "Your brother is sending me away because he does not like our marriage. Oh my bride, please wait for me until I come back to you!" She sobbed and nodded her head.
She pulled off a rose from the bush which was aside her and kissed it. Then she gave him the rose as a token of her love. At that moment, the rose opened up. The elf went into the rose secretly.
At that moment, a horrible looking man entered the pavillion. He was the brother of the young lady. "What? You want to marry my sister?" He drew his sword and cut the young man and buried him under a linden-tree.
"He is gone forever now, and he will forget my sister. How dare the poor little boy want to marry my sister? It is common to die during a trip, so nobody will suspect me of murdering him." The brother brushed up his clothes and disappeared.
The elf woke up and found she was in the middle of a dark forest. "Oh my! The forest is moving!" But it was not a forest. It was the hair of the young lady's brother. She shivered with fear and anger.
When they got in the house, the young lady from the garden was crying. The man looked at his sister and gave her a chilly smile, and went to bed. "Oh my lover, my dear fiance, please come back safely." She sobbed sadly and fell asleep.
The elf sat down quietly spreading her wings and told the young lady what she saw that day. "What I am trying to say now is not a dream. If you dig under the linden-tree in the garden, you will find your fiance. It is your brother who killed him." The beautiful young lady woke up. She secretly went out of her room and dug under the linden-tree as the elf had said.
Her lover was lying in the ground, cold dead. She cried out sadly and killed herself right next to her fiance. After some time passed, a flower called, 'Jasmine' came into bloom at the place where the two lovers had died. The Jasmine had big white flowers on the branch and had a sweet smell.
Incidentally, the young lady's brother was walking down the road and he pulled off a branch of the jasmine and put it near his bedside. When night fell, two bees with poison stingers came out of the jasmine flowers and bit the brother's ears and mouth, and then they vanished.
In the deep, sea palace, there lived a mermaid princess. Whenever she sang a song with her beautiful voice, everyone envied her. However, the mermaid princess wanted to go to the outside world.
"I would like to hear the beautiful sound of birds. "The king promised her. "When you turn 15 years old, you can go and see the life above the sea." "Oh, I can't wait!
Finally, it was the mermaid princess' 15th birthday. She went up to the sea. The princess saw a great ship. And she saw a handsome prince standing on the ship. The princess fell in love with him at first sight.
However, as thunder and lightning struck, the ship sank on its side. The prince lost his consciousness and fell deep into the sea. "Oh, no! The prince fell into the water. Let me hurry and save him."
The princess saved the prince and laid him on the sand. The princess took care of him all night. When the prince opened his eyes, the mermaid princess hid from him. She thought he might get scared by her tail. Just then, a princess from a neighbor land came out to see the sea and she saw the prince.
The princess watched from a far the prince who always came out to the sea at night. The princess was very sad. She wanted to become a human so that she could be with the prince.
She asked the witch. "Okay, I will make you into a human, but you must give me your beautiful voice. If the prince marries someone else, you will become a water bubble. You must marry the prince."
On the sand, she drank the medicine that the witch had given her. With the big sudden pain, she turned into a human. Just then, the prince who came out to the sea saw the princess.
The prince took the princess who could not speak, to his palace. Although she could not speak, she was happy to be living near the prince. The prince was going to be married to a princess from a neighbor land.
"I will be marrying the princess that saved my life." 'I am the one that saved your life.' But, her voice could not be heard.
At night, the mermaid princess' older sisters came up to the sea. They gave the mermaid princess a knife and said, "If you stab the prince with this knife, you can be a mermaid again. If you don't, you will become a water bubble."
On the night of the wedding, the mermaid princess was going to stab the sleeping prince with the knife. But, she could not kill the loving prince. "It's best that I just turn into a water bubble. "When morning came, the mermaid turned into a water bubble and went up to heaven.
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. “There are only two creatures,” says a proverb, “Who can surmount the pyramids ― the eagle and the snail.”
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, “I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. “Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
If I were a boy again, I would look on the cheerful side. Life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, I smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “Who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
Importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself to say no more often. I might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
If I were a boy again, I would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. The smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
Finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, I would, if I were a boy again, I would still try harder to make others happy.
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大多数人距离他们的目标只缺少了一个正确的决定，而且对大多数人来说，这个正确的决定就是下决心——对自己说：“我决定展开行动，追求目标。”
我认为这个世界上，没有一个人比一个决心达到目标的人更有力量。然而，在每个人下定决心之前，你必须先了解的是：
首先，千万不要把如何实现梦想和梦想本身混为一谈。
你的第一个决定应该非常具体、明确：我到底想要什么？我想成为什么样的人？做什么？拥有什么？排除什么？追求什么？获得什么？
你应该将你的决定用很简单的句子表达出来：“我想要——”在空格上填上任何你真心想要的东西，或想做的事情。
从某个角度来说，这有点像是一个小孩得到妈妈的同意，带着十块钱在糖果店里，自由选择任何他想到的糖果。请自由地在空格中填入你的决定，不要给自己任何限制，你惟一需要确定的是：这真的是你想要的吗？这就是你立刻想要、一直想要、而且非常想要的事物吗？如果答案是肯定的话，那么请排除所有你曾经自我设定的障碍，并且大胆直接地说：“是的，我全心全意地想要——”
其次，不要猜测你的梦想。
当你专注于自己真心想做的事情时，你必须先将你以前所有说过的话、做过的事放在一边，切断你的后路，从现在开始只剩下你和你的梦想，你已经不能回头了。就像你刚抓着一根摇晃的蔓藤越过山谷一样，现在的你无路可退，你已经站在山谷的另一边，接下来要面对的是：你该如何完成你的梦想。
如果你将“如何”完成你的梦想，和“什么”是你的梦想混为一谈，那么你将永远一事无成。因为这个“如何”将会一直打击你，并阻碍“什么”的完成，最后你将失去尝试的勇气而不愿意再跨出下一步。
如果你开始臆测你的梦想是否会实现，那么你将失去追求梦想所需要的动力。
许多人都在等待一个安全的环境，他们希望等所有的绿灯都亮了以后再出门。抱持这种想法的人，一辈子也无法走出家门。
有人问，如果人生可以刷新，复制，粘贴。那么一切是不是可以注销，关机，再重启。时间从指甲缝里溜走，我很想知道，除了这些，你还剩下什么?碌碌无为的游荡?一无所成的庸人?我知道，这些都不是你所想要的。成功需要破茧而出的决心，永不言弃的信念，自强不息的勇气。
请你记住，当你意志倒下的时候，生命也就不再屹立，歪歪斜斜的身影怎耐得秋风萧瑟，晚来风急?垂下头颅，只为让生命扬起，你若有一颗不屈的灵魂，脚下就有一片坚实的土地。
人生在世，成功并非易事，只期待别人的搀扶，则永远没有勇气独自走到路的尽头，在我看来，童年好比一幅画，少年好比一首诗，壮年好比一篇散文，老年则是一本哲学，每一个阶段，都有独特的魅力，激励着我们不断上进。
小时候妈妈告诉我，太阳从大海升起，从山后落下;长大后，我的人生从闹钟声里清醒，在霓虹灯中悄然睡去。时间飞逝，还来不及感慨，却风波又起，一波还来不及，一波又要过去，不信命运，只信双手去打拼。
当狂风和巨浪撞击我的胸膛，还有希望担当我的翅膀;当惊涛和骇浪吞噬我的翅膀，我还渴望轻触胜利的曙光。
如果目标是地*线，留给世界的就只有背影。誓要蟾宫折桂，全心拼搏。
一个人的处境是苦是乐常是主观的。
有人安于某种生活，有人不能。因此能安于自已目前处境的不妨就如此生活下去，不能的只好努力另找出路。你无法断言哪里才是成功的，也无法肯定当自已到达了某一点之后，会不会快乐。有些人永远不会感到满足，他的快乐只建立在不断地追求与争取的过程之中，因此，他的目标不断地向远处推移。这种人的快乐可能少，但成就可能大。
苦乐全凭自已判断，这和客观环境并不一定有直接关系，正如一个不爱珠宝的女人，即使置身在极其重视虚荣的环境，也无伤她的自尊。
拥有万卷书的穷书生，并不想去和百万富翁交换钻石或股票。满足于田园生活的人也并不艳羡任何学者的荣誉头衔，或**厚禄。
你的爱好就是你的方向，你的兴趣就是你的资本，你的性情就是你的命运。各人有各人理想的乐园，有自已所乐于安享的花花世界。
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这世间，美好的东西实在数不过来了，我们总是希望得到的太多，让尽可能多的东西为自己所拥有。
人生如白驹过隙一样短暂，生命在拥有和失去之间，不经意地流干了。
如果你失去了太阳，你还有星光的照耀，失去了金钱，还会得到友情，当生命也离开你的时候，你却拥有了大地的亲吻。
拥有时，倍加珍惜；失去了，就权当是接受生命真知的考验，权当是坎坷人生奋斗诺言的承付。
拥有诚实，就舍弃了虚伪；拥有充实，就舍弃了无聊；拥有踏实，就舍弃了浮躁。不论是有意的丢弃，还是意外的`失去，只要曾经真实的拥有，在一些时候，大度的舍弃不也是一种境界吗？
在不经意所失去的，你还可以重新去争取。丢掉了爱心，你可以在春天里寻觅，丢掉了意志，你要在冬天重新磨砺。但是丢掉了懒惰，你却不能把它拾起。
欲望太多，反成了累赘，还有什么比拥有淡泊的心胸，更能让自己充实、满足呢？
选择淡泊，然后准备走一段山路。
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因为憧憬，所以为了以后而努力！
认识的一个网友，富二代，甚至比我年龄还小，十八岁**礼，她的爸爸送她一辆小车，二十岁刚毕业家里已经为她安排好工作，有了自己的小别墅。一个小学的音乐老师，闲暇时光种种小菜，看看书，旅旅游，小日子闲适而美好。
这是多少人追求的现世安稳，又有多少人穷极一生却求而不得。(.)
别站在道德的制高点上说什么啃老可耻，这年头有爹可拼也是一种能力。
而我的这位网友呢？闲下来的时间并没有如很多人认为的颓废，学摄影，学煮饭，学插花…将自己的小日子经营的声有色。
并不特别羡慕她可以不劳而获的得到想要的生活，因为这个世界本就不公*。
但我不否认，这是我一直以来想要的生活，有一份自己喜欢的职业，也有自己自由支配的时间，可以安心的提高自己，做自己喜欢的事情，而不用担心生计。
我始终更愿相信，没有后顾之忧的人生才更能做最好的自己。一味地浸泡在茶米油盐酱醋茶的日子里，难道不会磨灭了当初的渴望，在将就中过完余生吗？
因为憧憬，所以更愿意为了以后而努力！
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快乐是痛苦的回味，快乐是痛苦的升华……——题记
快乐人人之所求，痛苦人人之所惧。大家在这两者面前表现出的举动截然不同。但是，现在我想问你——-朋友，在面对爱与狠，乐与悲时，你也如此吗?如果是，那么你能真正理解“快乐”二字的蕴义吗?你能真切地感受到，能看见那快乐背后被掩盖掉的痛的痕迹吗?
其实他们就像光和影一样，总是形影不离。于是我们承受着痛，但同时也享受着快乐。
古今中外，我所见到的那些伟岸的身影。他们一方面呈现着寂寞，痛苦的身影，则另一方面却散发着乐观，坦然，坚强的光芒，独享人间乐趣。
诗圣杜甫你注定为诗而生，为展示你那浓浓的爱国情怀而活。你那满腔的爱国热情如岩浆般迸溅，以一支饱含着激情的笔，尽情地挥洒着对大自然的赞美与对祖国大好河山的美好歌颂。但社会黑暗，朝**败，使锝国家战乱频频变故迭起，人心惶惶。看者这一切，你心中万分愤慨，对奔赴战场前线的士兵抱以同情;“烽火连三月，家书抵万金。白发搔更短，挥欲不胜簪。”是呀，战争就是如此残酷，你为此痛苦着，为国家的命运担忧着……你没有像李白那样对朝廷拂手而去，从此走上飘泊之路。而是将心中的热情之火燃烧锝更加猛烈，为国为民，不惜牺牲自己。终于“闻官军收河南河北”，你沉浸在“出闻涕泪满衣裳”的喜悦之中，引发“漫卷诗书喜欲狂”的狂热以及“白日放歌须纵酒，青春作伴好还家。”的激情……
杜甫，此时你是快乐的，“痛”并快乐着。
海伦，你是坚强的，你那百折不饶的精神令人折服，令全世界惊叹，这也促使你注定成为光明的宠儿，为爱而生。可上帝却无情地将你那动人的双眼和听觉夺走，使你陷入了黑暗，绝望的深渊，像一个迷了路的孩子在森林中无方向地奔跑，寻找光明。此时，你是痛苦的，是困扰的，但这一切都是瞬息，一切都将会过去。你那纤细的身躯，温柔的面孔饱含着过人的智慧和对人生不屈服的哲理。于是你站了起来为命而战，逐渐变得高大起来。你用你坚韧的信念和不屈的精神将一切黑暗掀开，自由地在文字乐园中翱翔。从心间打开一扇心灵之窗，让它带着你走*生活，接*阳光，感受太阳……
快乐，其实你在享受快乐的同时也尝试过了痛的滋味。没有痛苦哪来的快乐?人这一生中有苦，必有甜，有聚，必有散，有喜，必有忧。这是一种真实的人生体验，是一曲激扬人生的交响乐。让我们正视痛苦，享受快乐，乃是人生一大乐事。
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饱读诗书可以使我们散发非凡的气质，生活中没有书籍就好像鸟儿没有翅膀，读书不仅让我们领悟到人生的真谛，而且可以让我们的修养得以彰显。
读书使我们有了前进的动力。当我们遭受挫折时，没有动力前进时不妨读一下，《钢铁是怎样炼成的》，体会主人公保尔那钢铁般的意志力，那样我们就会有动力去战胜挫折;当我们感觉未来很迷茫，却不知道怎么做时，不妨翻一下朱自清的《匆匆》，去感受时间的流逝，生命的短暂，那样我们就会去规划未来，去奋斗，不让我们的生命枉走一趟。读名人的写的作品我们不禁有了前进的动力，而且可以让我们学会如何面对挫折，把握人生。
读书也让我们领悟到人生的真谛。人的一生总会遭受挫折，布满坎坷。我们看到海伦凯勒虽双耳失聪，但她却不屈服命运，最终以优异的成绩毕业于哈佛大学;我们为司马迁遭受宫刑却忍辱负重，最终完成了历史巨着《史记》而感慨。读书使我们不管是什么人，我们的.人生总会有痛苦的乐曲，总会有骤然翻起的浪花，但人生的真谛在于勇于战胜挫折，化痛苦为力量。
在孤独中，书是朋友，使我们*淡的生活丰富多彩;在得意时，书是诤友，使我们浮躁的心*静如水;在失意时，书是良师，使我们颓废的生活日渐昂扬。可见，读书不仅丰富了我们的生活，还可以拂去我们心中的尘埃。
“读书破万卷，下笔如有神”，只要我们心中有足够的“墨水”，那么我们就会写出一篇好的文章，一篇好的文章是靠我们读了好的文章，赏析其中的优美之处，分析其中的艺术特色，如此日积月累，要想写出一篇好的文章就不足为难了。
读书使我们在面对挫折是能沉着应战，使我们领悟到人生的真谛，是我们写就一手好的文章。所以“满腹诗书气自华”，只有我们拥有了满腹诗书的气质，修养自然可以彰显于周围。只有多读书，多思考，乐观对待生活才能提升我们的气质，因为独特的气质与修养才是我们永远美的根本所在。
读书吧!朋友们，腹有诗书气自华，读好书，读好诗，不仅能让我们领悟生命的短暂，人生的真谛，还可以在灯红酒绿的生活之余出庸俗。读书吧!朋友们，腹有诗书气自华，，让我们做个有气质的青少年，不做金玉在外，败絮满盈的人。
励志文章摘抄600字篇三
从学校里体检回来，骑车路过引江枢纽。不经意间瞥到那一抹金色，硬生生地调转了车头。我愣愣地望着大门后静静凝住的那片颜色，终于忍不住选择了进去，我知道，里面有一片银杏，从春到秋，从绿转黄，它们在等我。
我步入的是后门，这块地方挪作了一座装潢精致的酒店，门前稀稀疏疏地树立零星几点暗黄，其余的树种大多数选的是四季常青的青松翠柏。忍不住心下浮过几丝失望，说不清为什么，可能是这里应属于秋的艳色没有绽放吧。
再往内行走一段时间，就到了传说中祭奠江郎才尽的石碑。此处明显要比入口处安静澄明地多，远离城市的喧嚣后，占地不大的景色才容易令我体会它的本味。鸟翼般翘起的飞檐俯在木质的小亭上，寂然地护着这块一人多高的石碑，一条碎石小路旁整齐地排着叶片金色的银杏，从亭前石阶伸延到我的脚下。人道江郎被神仙赋予生花妙笔写下绝世文章，我道其夜以继日饱读诗书酝酿诗作;人道神仙心变梦中收笔使江郎才尽，我道晚年懈怠至江郎自食其果。生命没有偶然，成功没有捷径，连一棵长生的银杏都能默默遵循，一介江郎岂能例外?正可谓树犹如此人何以堪?
“哗哗啦啦”的水声悠悠荡荡，像母亲唱给孩子的摇篮曲，温柔细腻。呵，到了我最爱的别样洞天。外围一圈苍翠的爬山虎沿着支架交织成野趣横生的门帘，透过圆润的门孔窥得一*天地：年代已久的青石板砖、玲珑奇特的假山怪石、一泓清亮的小池、一树艳烈的红枫，以及一棵枝桠四溢、高大有力的银杏。古人讲究的浮生物语倒在此处意外地体现，这时我只想憩息，只想睡眠，出于沉醉;而那股前进的力量，催我向前走。记忆中的一路金黄，目标里的一地柔软，生命里的一树温软，在眼前，在远方。
转了个弯，视线突兀地明亮，人群也骤然地增多，哦，我到了。
深秋的天气凉的正好，扑簌簌地落下几片浓浓泛黄的树叶，踩上去还带着潮湿的生命感。鹅黄与浅灰交接出一地微暗光线，我踩在上头，如同在时间之河中缓行，两边的银杏正开放在他们最好的时刻。清香入肺，惹人留恋，层层叠叠生着的金黄树叶，片片都鲜嫩的掐出水来，蓝天黄叶，反常的搭配焕发盎然生机。过去的它，将来的它，都不及现在的它。
生命的银杏，有时候只是隔了一丛花、一株柳的隐约相望，偏偏存着万水千山的距离。爱你，好像天上人间对影自怜的落寞舞蹈。待我功成名达，许你十里银杏。
活着 经历着、坚持着，本就是多么的可喜。人生就是一场艰难的跋涉，我们总要经历各种各样的苦痛折磨，没必要将苦处放大，也没必要怨天尤人。放下心中负累，生活从没有拖欠过我们任何东西，不用总哭丧着脸。世界很大，风景很多。喝杯咖啡不加糖，品品苦滋味。
因为那一个人，你开始是那么仔细地，去计划未来。你们可以每天的守在身边也可以异地恋，你们可以经常见面亦或靠通讯相连。但是选择在一起的那一瞬间便都不再害怕艰难。
与其担心未来，不如现在好好努力。这条路上，只有奋斗才能给你安全感。不要轻易把梦想寄托在某个人身上，也不要太在乎身旁的耳语，因为未来是你自己的，只有你自己能给自己最大的.安全感。别忘了答应自己要做的事，别忘记自己想去的地方，不管那有多难，有多远。
在某一天，我们都是会去遇见这样一个人。你们都可以相遇得很*淡亦或很离奇，你们可以一见如故亦或没有言语。但重要的是你们遇见了，遇见彼此的那一刻起你们开始相信奇迹。
**常思己过，闲谈莫论人非，能受苦乃为志士，肯吃亏不是痴人，敬君子方显有德，怕小人不算无能，退一步天高地阔，让三分心*气和，欲进步需思退步，若着手先虑放手，如得意不宜重往，凡做事应有余步。事临头三思为妙，怒上心忍让最高。切勿贪意外之财，知足者人心常乐。
不知从什么时候开始，我们不再感动于星空的绚烂，云朵的变化，路边偶遇一只漂亮的野猫，喧闹街角的一家唱片店。被生活钝化的感觉，却还是相信着是会有一份刻骨铭心的爱情，也许是我们最后的信仰。
女孩子就是天生的异想天开，心中早已是有一匹白马王子的形象，都曾在内心勾勒出了一个轮廓。她说的梦想，是真的梦想，但她面对的现实，也是真的现实。可是，那样的男人只存在于童话之中，生活终归只是柴米油盐酱醋茶。
在许多的女子的面前，他是意义也就是天是地是神的旨意，他是火是她飞蛾的尽头，除了爱他没有真理。但是最后呢?他一走，她腐朽，爱得付出金山银山，只剩下一座空山。
有时我们太在意耳边的声音，决策优柔寡断，行动畏首畏尾，最终累了心灵，困了精神。就算你做得再好，也会有人指指点点;即便你一塌糊涂，亦能听到赞歌。能够拯救你的，也就只能是你自己。
生命中，有一个人可以去惦念，是缘分;有一个人惦念自己，是幸福。有些事，在不经意间，开始。在不经意里，承诺。在不经意中，产生爱。有些人，在不经意时，分开。于是，各有各的生活，各自爱着别人。曾经的相爱，现在已互不相干。即使在同一个小小的城市，也不曾再重逢。
越长大越明白，人生有时真的需要等，该来的让它来，该走得让它走，不强求，也不强留，看不开的总有一天会看开，得不到的总有一天会以另一种方式给你，不着急，也不抱怨，就看时间会给我们什么样的答案，或许答案也并不重要，看淡了就没什么是最重要的了，哪怕人忘齿寒。
人无所舍，必无所成。一个人，能抓住希望的只有自己，能放弃希望也只有自己。怨恨、嫉妒只会让自己失去更多。无论成败，我们都有理由为自己喝彩!跌倒了，失去了，不要紧，爬起来继续风雨兼程，且歌且行。擦亮你的眼睛，别让迷茫蛊惑了自己。只有心中有岸，才会有渡口，才会有船只，才会有明天。
没输过的人，常常会输得一塌糊涂;没摔过跤的人，跌倒了往往爬不起来;没体会过饥寒的人，贫困注定会成为你的归宿;没历经拼搏的人，属于你的多数不会长久。什么被你轻视了，终会被你看重;你专注于一个方向，终会比别人走得远些。花香，常在夜色中;奋进，常在孤寂里;成败，常在路途上。
未来少预想，尽量别假设，把拥有当全部，看当下成永远，若浮躁过甚、浮夸过多、浮华过累，必欲壑难填、心境难*、负赘难卸，终劳力伤怀，徒增烦忧。人生需要爬坡过坎、涉险渡困，无须心耿于一处，驻足于一地，唯苦中寻乐、转苦为乐，方能抬宽视野、壮阔胸襟，看远了轻松点，想开了超脱些。
相信自己的坚强，但不要拒绝眼泪;相信物质的美好，但不要倾其一生;相信人与人之间的真诚，但不要指责虚伪;相信努力会成功，但不要逃避失败;相信命运的公*，但不要忘了，当一扇门关上的时候，学会给自己画扇窗。
——优美写景文章摘抄通用五篇
国庆期间，爸爸、妈妈带我去游武夷山，我最喜欢第二天的“水帘洞”之行。
我一直以为“水帘洞”应该和电视剧《西游记》里演的一样，诺大的一个山洞前挂着一条瀑布，水声隆隆。可是，当我费了九牛二虎之力登上台阶，来到水帘洞跟前时，不禁有些遗憾：这里不仅没有瀑布，连一个山洞都找不到，只看见一池水塘和一群活泼快乐的小鱼。如果说蟋蟀的住宅是一条倾斜的隧道，那么这里的鱼儿就显得特别“高大上”了。瞧：它们的住宅就是这个十分宽敞、跟一间卧室差不多大的池塘，而且池水清澈见底。我想：我是不是可以喂鱼呢?
于是，我拿着面包，走到池塘边，站在台阶上。我用右手掰了一小块面包，把它碾碎以后，再抛到池塘里。忽然，向我游来一条大鱼，接着又游来第二条、第三条。我继续撒面包屑，池塘就变得热闹起来了：到处都是鱼影，到处都是鱼声。大的、小的、黑的、红的，有的拖着尾巴一摇一摆地游来游去，有的在水面上吐出一个个小泡泡，有的跃出水面，一口吞下了面包屑。
这时，从远处又游来了一条小鱼，它穿了一身灰色T恤，披了一件虎皮外衣，我叫它“小虎皮”。小虎皮喜欢逛街，可是它逛街不像我妈一样，从这家服装店，走到那家皮鞋店。而是在池塘里东窜西窜，毫无目的。当它闻到面包的香味时，就会挥动着鳍和尾巴，鼓动着一张一合的鱼鳃，飞快地游过去。来到面包屑前，它猛地张开嘴，一口吞下，再吐出来，又吞进去，又吐出来，反复几次以后，才吃到肚子里去了。也许是面包屑太大了，它一口吞不下的缘故吧!
这令我印象深刻的武夷山的水帘洞!这可爱的武夷山的鱼儿们!
去到南方的山岗上
古清生
山间常有奇美之声。在南方，在南方的山岗上，你不禁会悄然地迷失，走入水新的岁月中。比如在这样的春天，漫山的野蔷该开了，一簇簇的白的蔷该花，有若飘动在山腰上的云朵，则又把如许的清芳弥漫，使阳光也香香的亮在山岗上，绿叶间。还有清的泉，叮咚有声地浮着野蔷薇那清芳不住地往着山外流去。在这样的清芳里，宁静中，忽然有黄鹏的啼鸣，来自那幽谷的某一处，使雾也飘动，阳光也灿亮，那是一种极其清丽的声音。或者有时并不是黄鹏，而是麻竹鸡，它的声音里荡漾着一种竹子的清甜和翠绿，还有青竹管一样的柔滑。假设有山喜雀，它站在林间某一块有阳光的大山石上，喳喳喳地亮起嗓子，也是给了山间一种*和安详。甚至是山林里一群树蛙，忽然鼓舌鸣噪，也要给人一种奇异。
今年的旧历年以后，桃花早早地开放了，野蔷蔽也不例外，山间的小小的田地上的油菜花当然也举起束束金黄。这个时节的山岗，自然对我充满着诱惑。我邀了友人，扛起久长时间不曾摸过的猎枪往着山岗上去，这时候的野兔也从深山里往着山外来了，它们喜欢向阳的坡上那青嫩的叶子。但我也未曾梦想有什么猎获，因为我只是想重温一个猎人的梦，想想在年少时，作为地质队员的种种经历，心也是要有缕缕豪情漾动。但如今的我，又怎能跑得过那些山中的小兽?又怎找得回那多梦时节的矫健和激情呢?我以为我的猎枪有了某种装饰的意味。我已经不再年少了么?
久别的南方的山岗仍是那样的熟悉，它仍是在我的梦中一样，一些淡蓝的小花以及斑斓的小蕈，在林间静静地立着，小蜜蜂和花蝴蝶们纷纷抖动着翅膀，往来翩飞。松针上的小水珠，仍旧和从前一样，亮着点点斑斓的阳光。至于我们称之为地茶的一种贴地而生的小小的植物，它们也举着两片小的绿叶，还有一些苦鲜，也开始在青石板上绿开来了。
这多么符合我的梦境，毕竟我远别南方，漂泊有年，人像那逐波的浮萍，无根无着，任由一种流动的外力推涌，或拍击，天涯海角，天高地远地来也匆匆，去也匆匆。我知道我的生命，将在这样的无休无止的漂泊中度过，开始和终结。所以，我挂念着的南方，我深情怀念着的南方的山岗，它始终是我精神的家园。岁月果真还是那样，在南方的山岗上，我无法分清这是十年以前还是十年以后，那只悠然啼鸣的黄鸥鸟，还是不是十年前的那一只?我只是这样有些任性地行走在我的南方，我南方的山岗上，我永远的梦境中。
身体渐渐有些热了，在林间的乱石和古藤间的行走，虽然是有着行走的情趣，也有着行走的艰难，随着太阳的高高的升起，山雾也渐渐地疏散，地上爬行的百节虫、金龟子们，也比较有了劲头，而松针上的露珠也开始滴落，连同那露珠上的斑斓的光彩。确实，眼前的一幕幕，都如同过去的时光的再现。当我终于地走出幽谷，来到一处向阳的坡上时，我的心情悠扬地飞动。这是一片松的林于，有笔立的几人合抱粗的巨松，也有被雷电拦腰击断，却仍苍郁地横出巨大枝杆的苍松，地上是一层柔柔的.金黄的松计;陈杂在绿的青苔上。风来，松林发出阵阵呼呼的松的涛声，身上也立时感受到幽幽的清凉。
松涛是这样喧嚣又悠远，它有着浩浩的气势，波伏如潮，大起大落，时又悠然*和，淡淡而舒缓。我的心情，被松涛的抚摸，被松涛的涌动，遂觉时间苍然而久远。我放下猎枪，找到一块青石板，铺上一层柔软的金黄的松针，在此间落座，望着被松枝抚蓝的那一方小小的天，一任松的涛声将我浮托而起，飘飘然然，天荒地远。这时候，时间在倒转，岁月在回流，一百年，一千年，一万年，我不知道回转去多久，但我觉得是回转去好久，好久。我没了什么欲望，没了什么想念，甚至连我自己也融入到涛声里，松涛已然成为我的呼吸。南方的山岗的不老的呼吸。
在一刹那，一点点松涛休止的间隙，我忽然想，我如果是在此间搭上一个草棚，住在此间，日日静静地聆听松涛，哪里也不要去，那是有多美?白天，可以坐听松涛，也可以在松的涛声里，去种一块小小的菜地，或者花圃，入夜，夜的松涛，怎又不叫人向往?夜，山月悄然升起，月儿皎皎的，洗净了一般，山岗上弥漫着月的清辉，月辉淡淡飘忽，如丝如缕。只有悄悄的风，抚动千万松针，摇响如诉如歌的涛音，这永世的涛音里，浸沉着月浸沉着梦浸沉着久远高天，这样的坐在月辉下的草棚里，吟咏着心爱的诗歌，或吹一支萧，或弹一只琵琶，或者索性斟上一杯酒，慢慢地品饮，这情境用什么可以换得?
我终于是听到久长时间里不曾听到的松涛了，我想，旧历年已经过去了，春天又来了，我也将要像候鸟一样，飞往北方去。哦，南方，我能够带走你的什么呢?只有这如诉如歌的松涛，只有它，我把它听入心底，在最不容易被市声侵扰的部位，然后，在北方的某些个夜里，独自静静地聆听和怀想，我的南方山岗上永远的松涛，我生命中的声音。
龙泉山旧名灵绪山，又称屿山。位于余姚市区中心，海拔67。4米，总面积10。6公顷，姚江流经山的南麓。1957年将整座山开辟为龙山公园，园内林木葱郁，风景秀丽，古迹荟集，亭阁俨然，主要景点有：龙泉古刹、中天阁、龙泉石井、祭忠台、朱舜水纪念碑、四先贤故里碑等。
春天，龙泉山穿上了春姑娘给它的绿衣裳，远看，就像一位美丽的女神在摇着身体跳舞呢!春风吹过，树木抽出新的枝条，长出嫩绿的叶子：有的树枝相互拥抱在一起，像同胞姐妹;有的树根弯弯曲曲，像在跳摇摆舞。还有许多不知名的小花们欣然怒放，好像在比美呢!绿油油的小草从地下顽皮地探出了脑袋。山顶上有许多老爷爷老奶奶们在晨练呢，你瞧，他们多么精神抖擞呀!
夏天，柳树甩起了长辫子，松柏显得格外苍翠，樟树变得葱葱郁郁。早晨，白茫茫的雾把龙泉山都笼罩住了。太阳升起来了，耀眼的阳光穿过树梢，照射在草地上、人们的头上。有许多人们在树阴下乘凉：还有许多年轻小伙子们喊着口号，奋力跑向山顶。你瞧，多么充满活力的季节呀!
秋天，一片快乐的景象。“哗啦哗啦”的声音从远处传来，鸟儿们在天空中自由自在地飞翔着，小松鼠也急急忙忙地收集松果。秋风轻轻一吹，黄色的叶儿在秋风中打着旋儿，叶子们像一只只小巧玲珑的黄蝴蝶在风中翩翩起舞：有的落在地上，当做小蚂蚁的运动场，有的在空中扭来扭去，美丽极了!还有许多可口的野果。真是人们旅游休闲好地方!
冬天，地上的雪厚的不得了，有时还没过膝盖。北风呼呼的吹着，在寒风刺骨的冬天里，各种各样的参天大树像一名名勇敢地战士，昂首挺胸地守护着龙泉山，这种精神，多么令人佩服啊!小草小花们都钻到大地妈妈的怀抱里睡着了。龙泉山就像雪山一样白茫茫的一片。
龙泉山一年四季景色诱人，是一个美丽的地方，也是旅游休闲的好去处，更是我们余姚人的骄傲!
1、山有雄壮的风采，山也有朴素的品格。山豪迈，山也俊秀。奇险是山，逶迤是山，*坦是山，突兀是山，温柔是山，呼啸是山。山，时而鬼斧神工，时而又*淡无奇。山的性格是刚强的，不惧怕任何压力，但*素却显得和蔼慈祥，文质彬彬，英俊而柔情。因为有山，流水乃为之改道，因为有山，城市才缘依环绕。大山以浑厚坦荡容纳万世汇聚百川。
2、挺拔天地，粲然四季，垂范千古，启迪万物。这是山给予我的厚重酬报。我对于门前的山，仿佛读懂了李白与敬亭山，产生了“相看两不厌”的情感。
3、嫩绿的小草丛中开着星星点点的小野花，有的白色的，特别小，小得像米粒；有的是蓝色，仔细看，它有四片花瓣。这并不引人注目的小野花，却引来了许多小虫子，小虫子把小小花儿当成蹦蹦床，玩得可开心了！
4、人在山顶，你会觉得山再巍峨，人也能把它征服，而此时的山正默默无闻地向你展示，不远处它的伙伴比它更壮观。人在山谷，常会感叹山高不可攀，而此时的山却悄然无声向你披露，很多人正从它的峰头悠然而下。
5、桃花已开了不少了。有的挨挨挤挤地聚在一起，像在开非常重要的派对；有的高傲的在枝头孤身一人，占领着一块地盘，有些高高在上的感觉；有的虽然花瓣全开了，却低着头，羞答答的，可能觉得自己不够美吧；有的却昂着头，向游客们展现自己的风采。
6、山虽无言，然非无声。那飞流直下的瀑布，是它地裂般的怒吼；那潺潺而流的小溪，是它优美的琴声倾诉；那汩汩而涌的泉水，是它靓丽的歌喉展示；那怒吼的松涛，是山对肆虐狂风之**；那清脆的滴嗒，是山对流逝岁月之记录。
7、山是一部辞典，年轻时读它薄，年长时读它厚。“横看成岭侧成峰，远*高低各不同”，山让人类读了千万年而永远读之不完。山依然那样虚怀若谷，山总是乐于把丰富的宝藏奉献给热爱它的人们。搜寻世上所有的形容词不足以涵括山的睿智。
8、秋天到了，金黄的橘子挂满枝头，一无所获；红彤彤的苹果，笑语盈盈，就像一个个得意洋洋的小姑娘；花圃里的菊花万紫千红
9、山最朴素的品质是石头，而石头从不代表山，山是它身上所有存在的总和。山的身体潜藏无数的财富，金银铜铁，锡铝镍铬，鲜花美玉，矿泉温泉，钻石石墨，木材草药，珍禽异兽，只要你善于发掘，决不会宝山空回。即使普通如石头，也有许许多多的品格。山身上还有人类至今尚未发现的资源。珍贵出于山，*凡出于山，山的身上凝聚着人类物质和精神的丰厚成果。
现在已经进入夏季了，这天气变化无常。
昨晚是乌云密布，狂风大作，电闪雷鸣，让人心生恐惧。
那闪电仿佛是这片天地的主宰一般，在这里“胡作非为”。
其实在所有的季节雨中我最喜欢的还是春雨。
春雨像个温柔的姑娘。
下起毛毛细雨滋润大地，滋润小草，滋润大树。
总之滋润着世间的万物。
人们常说：春雨如油贵，春雨滋润着万物，像个慈爱的母亲抚摸着自己的孩子。
而夏天的雨则想个脾气火爆的中年的男子。
在夏天的晚上怒吼着，好像在怪罪秋天还没来。
秋天的雨总是给人一种清冷的感觉，给人一种肃杀万物的感觉。
它像个久经沙场的将军，给人一种冷肃的味道。
似乎像是激情汹涌后的*静，又像疲倦后的休息，是蓄积力量重新抒展的时期。
这有着一种希望，一种满怀激情的期望。
然而最让我倾心的还是夏天的雨。
我欣赏它的粗矿，它的豪放。
我喜欢在暴风骤雨中狂奔。
让那硕大的雨点冲击着身躯，淋洗着脸颊，浸泽着全身每一个毛孔，让雨水在身上汇成一条条河流四处流淌，让饥渴的肌肤贪婪地感受着雨滴的激烈。
尽情地伸展开双臂，迎着狂风、骤雨，地出彻入心肺的呐喊。
此时的心情是如此的激动、如此的奔腾，是完全溶入狂风暴雨的疯狂!伫立雨中，傲视四野，激情至极，似乎天地唯我!
人生就象雨，春雨轻柔，夏雨豪放，秋雨萋萋。
——工作励志文章摘抄（精选五篇）
上司并不是因为不通人情、不学无术而得到提拔的，他们中应该有90%以上的确是因为能力、业绩高人一等才被提拔为上司的。他们和你一样，需要工作，需要挣薪水来支撑家庭。只不过他们充当了一个管理者的角色而已。那么作为职场新人，我们又该如何才能在最快的时间内赢得上司的赏识呢?
一、成为上司的得力助手
首先，你必须了解上司的脾气。例如，在接受下属意见时，有人喜欢白纸黑字的书面报告，有人则喜欢简短的口头报告。有些上司要求下属自动自觉，自己做出决定来完成任务;但有些却要求下属定时向他报告，凡事以他的意见为准。你若一言一行均令上司满意，要升职还不容易吗?
其次是，若你能帮助上司发挥其专业水准，对你必然有好处。例如，上司经常找不到需用的文件，你快替他将所有档案有系统地整理吧;要是他对某客户处理不当，你可以得体地代他把关系缓和。如果他最讨厌做每月一次的市场报告，你不妨代劳。这样，上司觉得你是好帮手后，自然会重用你，你自己也可以多积累一些工作本钱。
二、承认与上司的地位差别
通常还是有很多下属对自己的上司，会有以下的批评：他不过是命比我好，办事能力却远不及我，还不可一世的样子，只懂得一味批评我们的工作做得不好，一旦问题真正出现，他又推卸责任。
你感到很气愤，但你要记住一个事实，上司能坐到上司的位子，必然有某些地方是你所不及的。没有人是十全十美的，在办公室里与其明争暗斗，弄至两败俱伤，不如努力与他合作愉快。承认与上司的差距并不会让你颜面丢尽，凡事“小不忍，则乱大谋”。作为别人的下属，同上司关系出现问题时，你应该首先检讨自己的态度。不管怎么说，与上司建立良好的工作关系，对你的工作有百利而无一害。
三、在细节问题上让上司满意
当你做错了事的时候，不要找借口和推卸责任。解释并不能改变事实，你只有承担责任，努力工作以保证不再发生同样的事，才是上策，我们要让自己学会接受批评。
要令上司信任你，相信你能准时完成工作。记着，做完任何报告都要翻看两次以上，在确认没有错漏后你才能把它交到上司面前。你得谨记工作时限，即便不能准时做好，也应预先通知上司，当然最好不必这样做。作为下属，你得主动地、圆满地把工作完成，而不要等上司告诉你应该怎样去做。
四、与上司保持定期沟通
与上司保持良好的沟通。这种技巧十分微妙，给上司简洁、有力的报告，切莫让浅显和琐碎的问题烦扰他或浪费他的时间，但重要的事必须请示他。耐心寻找上司的特点，以他喜欢的方式完成工作，不要逞强，更不要急于表现自己。随时随地，抓紧机会表示自己对他忠心耿耿，永远站在上司这一边。以你的态度说明一个事实：我是你的好朋友，我会尽己所能讨好你。不要以为上司很愚笨，如果你真的努力这样做，他看在眼里，一定会很明白你的意思，对你日渐产生好感。
如果真正地对工作负责是不以个人功利目的的。在担负责任之前，如果你首先想到的是自己的个人利益，那么你就很难保证对自己的工作负责，就很难达到预期的目标。只有摒弃私心杂念，把整个身心都投入到工作中去，才是真正的对工作负责。
其中责任应该是人品的最核心的重要因素。因为一个没有责任心的员工，即使有再多的知识、再大的才华，也难以创造价值。而一个有责任心的员工，在工作中必然会树立主人翁意识，把所做的每一件事情当作自己的事情，用高标准要求工作，把每一项工作都做得尽善尽美，而不是马马虎虎、敷衍了事。
责任心是指对事情敢于负责，主动负责的态度。责任心是一个员工作为企业、组织、团队一员必须具备的基本素养。一个没有责任心的员工，必定是一个不负责任的员工。这样的员工还淡何执行力所以执行力源于责任心。责任决定执行，执行成就事业。只有有了责任心，才会有执行力。必须时刻保持高度的责任心和事业心，尽职尽责做好本职工作。只有责任心提高了，才能真正提高执行力，才能提高工作效率，才能在事业中有所作为。
每一个人，生活在这大千世界里，都有一定的目标，或是为了事业有成，或是为了家庭幸福，或是为了有益于人类我们都有太多的理想。我们都为自己的明天设计了太多的目标，但是最后有的人实现自己的目标，而有的人却没有，在这其中，责任与责任心在其中起了很大的作用。
有责任心的人做�耙患�事都会坚持到底，不会中途放弃，说到做到，有个交待；有责任心的人一定会按时、按质、按量完成任务，解决问题，能主动处理好份内与份外相关工作，有人监督与无人监督都能主动承担责任而不推卸责任。
其实对于工作，我一直是属于敬业的那种，不会推脱，所以有时会累一些，不过心情充实。没有仔细地想过是为了什么，这方面我和我先生是一类人，他也天天累着。
每天匆匆忙忙地住返于单位和家之间，我很少有面对自己的时候。
所以不管怎样忙和累，我始终在笑着，别人都以为我很开心，我笑着只是因为我爱笑，其实并不是所有的时候我都开心。我并不喜欢我目前的工作，虽然**得不错，但是我没有找到感觉，这不是我最想要的。
我最喜欢的职业是教师，没有选择师范类院校，对于我是一个错误。但是这个错误让我先生高兴，他说错误让他遇到了我。没毕业时，我就想好了，毕业以后改行当教师，而且在家乡找好了单位。
毕业时我却没有回到家乡，和先生来到了现在生活的这个小城，当时他答应我，说让我改行当教师，这也是我当时非常高兴的一个原因吧。然而事实是我没有能够当成教师，还是干了老本行，为此我说我先生是骗子，他也觉得很不好意思。
我没有赶上现在的可以通过考试选择自己职业的的好形势，是一种遗憾。我没能够当一名教师，更是我的遗憾。我相信，如果毕业时我改行，现在我一定是一名相当优秀的教师了，我相信在我现在的职业和教师之间，我更适合当一名教师。我知道我最想要的是什么，我也知道我的闪光点在哪里。
昨天还和先生谈到了这个问题，这些年我一直没有改变的愿望，让他静静地望了我半天，说：不行就改吧，现在他可以这么说了，是现在再改行明知是不理智。
工作还得干，生活还得继续。
午后的阳光真好，随便地写写而已。
没有人愿意一辈子只做一个小职员，但是你知道怎么才能成功跃进“龙门”化身为龙吗?
秘诀就是:你把工作放在心上，老板就把你放在心上;你把工作抛在脑后，老板就把你抛在脑后。
所以，作为一名员工，一定要心无旁笃，一心扑在工作上，像老板一样爱企业，像老板一样工作，只有这样，老板心中的那杆秤才会向你倾斜。
如果你时时想着公司的事，总把工作放在心上，老板就会时时想着你的前途，把你放在心上。
如果你很少想着公司的事，时常把工作抛在脑后，老板就会很少思考你的未来，也会把你抛在脑后。
员工资历越长，越不敬业
根据盖洛普的42项调查表明，在大多数公司里，有75%的员工不敬业，这些员工在公司里总是混日子，他们得过且过，对公司缺乏敬业度。而且，研究结果表明，员工资历越长，越不敬业。
其中有大部分资深员工“人在心不在”或“在职退休”，他们把工作远远地抛在脑后，给公司带来了巨大的损失，这种损失表现为浪费资源、贻误商机以及收入减少、员工流失、缺勤增加和效率低下等。
他们通常是很被动地工作，对待老板安排给的任务，总要计较分内和分外，如果不是分内的事，则会说“这应该某某去做”。
即便是分内的工作，如果不被监督，他们也常常拖延，甚至干脆不做。对于老板没有安排的工作，他们往往视而不见，比如公司某个地方的材料正被雨水淋着，他会说“这是仓库管理员的事情，不关我的事”，因为很多人都这么认为，于是一大批材料被淋坏了也没人管。
如何摆脱小职员的身份
我们常常看到这样的情形：还没有到下班时间，公司门口打卡机旁，就排满了人，他们在等待下班时间的到来，以便准时打卡离开。在他们心中，8小时之内是干老板的活，8小时之外就与公司毫不相干了。
一位经理刚到某公司任职。一天下午，需要撰写一份重要文件，写好后还得复印几十份。下班的时间马上就要到了，但还差一点没写完，为了确保有地方复印，他专程跑到楼下文印室，对那里的文员说：“我一会儿要复印东西，麻烦你稍微等我一下。”等他写好文件，打印出来时，已经过了下班时间3分钟。
他急急忙忙拿起文件去文印室，可等待这位经理的，却是文印室紧锁的门。因为文件当天晚上就要用，他只得请保安把已经离开的文员追回来，可她却指责道：“我一直等你到下班，你都没有来!”当保安提醒她这位是新来的经理时，她才吓得满头大汗，并毕恭毕敬地把经理迎进文印室。
这些“境界”不够高的员工，老板实在没有理由说他们错了，因为下班了，时间的确就属于他个人所有了。可是，老板也实在找不到理由去喜欢甚至重用这样的员工。
三洋公司创始人井植薰的话，表达出了许多老板的心声，他说：“对于一般的职员，我仅要求他们工作8小时。也就是说，只要在上班时间内考虑工作就可以了。对于他们来说，下班之后跨出公司大门，爱干什么就可以干什么去。但是，我又说，如果你满足于这样的生活，思想上没有想干16小时或更多的念头，那么你一辈子可能永远只能是一个一般的员工。否则，你就应当自觉地在上班以外的时间多想想工作，多想想公司。”
没有谁心甘情愿一辈子做小职员，可很多人只知道“不愿”，却不去思考如何摆脱小职员的身份。
一位在职业路上非常顺畅的职业经理曾说过这样一句话：“如果你时时想着公司的事，总把工作放在心上，老板就会时时想着你的前途，把你放在心上;如果你很少想着公司的事，时常把工作抛在脑后，老板就会很少思考你的未来，也会把你抛在脑后。”
汽车公司经理的故事
这位职业经理人曾经在某汽车公司工作。关于他，还有一段故事。
如果你是某汽车公司的生产经理，有一天，你下班后途经某停车场，发现一辆你们公司生产的汽车出了故障，你会怎么做?很多人可能会说，这关我什么事，我还是回家去吧;也有人会说这是售后服务部的事，我不用管;境界高一点的，可能会主动走过去，询问情况，然后给售后服务部的人打个电话。
刚才说的这位职业经理当时还没有当上经理，只是生产部一名普通技术工人。有一天，他在下班回家的路上，碰上一辆汽车出了故障，便主动走上去，询问了情况后，拿出车上的备用工具，花了两个小时，把车给修好了。
车主很感动，问他是不是售后服务部的工作人员。他说不是，他是生产部的。车主又问他既然不是售后服务部的，为什么主动来修车。他说因为车是他们公司的车，就得维护公司的形象，理所当然应该修，至于是哪个部门的并不重要。
事情很快就过去了，就在这位技术工人几乎忘记了这件事情时，公司一位领导找到了他，宣布要提拔他为生产部经理。原来，那位被感动的车主把他的事告诉了公司，公司领导感动于他的敬业精神，给了他机会，并对在场的很多人说：“一个能够在下班路上，把维护公司形象的事当做自己的事的人，正是我们要重用的人!”
老板希望找到的员工
对于老板们来说，凡是有益于公司的事情都会去做。他们总是渴望能够找到视公司的事情为自己事的员工，希望这样的员工能够成为他本人的“替身”，去完成他没有精力完成的事情。很显然，他对员工的要求，就是像他那样去工作。
如果你能够做到像老板那样，时刻把工作放在心上，把公司的事当作自己的事来做，那么，你一定可以让老板眼前一亮：这就是我要找的人!接下来，好机会、高职位、高薪水都会随之而来。
人从工作中可以得到乐趣，这是一种巨大的好处。相比之下，从金钱、权力、生育子女方面可以得到的快乐，总要受到制约。举例来说，现在把生育作为生活的主题，首先是不合时宜；其次，人在生育力方面比兔子大为不如，更不要说和黄花鱼相比较；在这方面很难取得无穷无尽的成就。我对权力没有兴趣，对钱有一些兴趣，但也不愿为它去受罪――做我想做的事（这件事对我来说，就是写小说），并且把它做好，这就是我的目标。我想，和我志趣相投的人总不会是一个都没有。
根据我的经验，人在年轻时，最头疼的一件事就是决定自己这一生要做什么。在这方面，我没有什么具体的建议：干什么都可以，但是最好不要写小说，这是和我抢饭碗。当然，假如你执意要写，我也没理由反对。总而言之，干什么都是好的，但是要干出个样子来，这才是人的价值和尊严所在。人在工作时，不单要用到手、腿和腰，还要用脑子和自己的心胸。我总觉得国人对这后一方面不够重视，这样就会把工作看成是受罪。失掉了快乐最主要的源泉，对生活的态度也变得灰暗……
人活在世上，不但有身体，还有头脑和心胸――对此请勿从解剖学上理解。人脑是怎样的一种东西，科学还不能说清楚。心胸是怎么回事就更加难说清。对我自己来说，心胸是我在生活中想要达到的最低目标。某件事有悖于我的心胸，我就认为它不值得一做；某个人有悖于我的心胸，我就觉得他不值得一交；某种生活有悖于我的心胸，我就会以为它不值得一过。罗素先生曾言，对人来说，不加检点的生活，确实不值得一过。我同意他的意见：不加检点的生活，属于不能接受的生活之一种。人必须过他可以接受的生活，这恰恰是他改变一切的动力。人有了心胸，就可以用它来改变自己的生活。
中国人喜欢接受这样的想法：只要能活着就是好的，活成什么样子都无所谓。从一些电影的名字就可以看出来：《活着》、《找乐》……我对这种想法是断然不赞成，因为抱有这种想法的人就可能活成任何一种糟糕的样子，从而使生活本身失去意义。高尚、清洁、充满乐趣的生活是好的，人们很容易得到共识。卑下、肮脏、贫乏的生活是不好的，这也能得到共识。但是只有这两条远远不够。我以写作为生，我知道某种文章好，也知道某种文章坏。仅知道这两条尚不足以开始写作。还有更加重要的一条，那就是：某种样子的文章对我来说不可取，绝不能让它从我笔下写出来，冠以我的名字登在报刊上。以小喻大，这也是我对生活的态度。
