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An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.
The employer was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.
When the carpenter finished his work and the employer came to inspect the house and handed the front-door key to the carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you."
What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well.
So it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized, we would have done it differently.
Think of yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The plaque on the wall says, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Who could say it more clearly? Your life tomorrow will be the result of your attitudes and the choices you make today.
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这个忙碌的社会盛行抄袭、复制,这看似最便捷的方法加快了我们的工作“效率”和行动步伐。就连个人生活也不例外,我们习惯了从他人失败或成功的经历上收获经验,祈求少走些弯路。
我们都有过这样的经历,我们的选择都没有遵照自己最感兴趣的角度出发,但却无计可施。表面上每件事情都还不错,但是内心里却翻江倒海不能平静,但同时用别的借口搪塞自己,告诫自己别去犯傻了。
然而,没有人知道哪条是正道,变或不变,只有你自己才知道原因和答案。
“Choosing is the byname of freedom. 自由别名乃选择。”
内心的需求与选择比众人习以为常的选择更趋合理。别说你没有机会或运气不够,你现在有的是热情,缺的是信念而已,冒一点点险,作些细微的改变。机会是你迈出的第一步,而运气,是后来的事情。
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Demades the orator was once speaking in the assembly at Athens; but the people were very inattentive to what he was saying, so he stopped and said, "Gentlemen, I should like to tell you one of Aesop's fables." This made every one listen intently. Then Demades began: "Demeter, a swallow, and an eel were once travelling together, and came to a river without a bridge: the swallow flew over it, and the eel swam across", and then he stopped. "What happened to Demeter?" cried several people in the audience. "Demeter," he replied, "is very angry with you for listening to fables when you ought to be minding public business."
有一次,演说家狄马德斯在雅典的一次集会上演讲,但是没有一个人认真听,他便停下来,说:“先生们,我很想告诉你们一个伊索寓言里的故事。”这话受到了人们的重视。接着,他开始说:“有一次,德墨忒尔(掌管农业,结婚,丰饶的女神)和一只燕子,一只鳗鱼同行,他们要穿过一条没有桥的河,燕子飞过去,鳗鱼游过去了。”讲到这里,他便停下来,不再讲了。听众中有几个人问他:“那么德墨忒尔怎么过去的呢?”他回答说:“德墨忒尔正在生你们的气呢,因为你们对公共事务毫无兴趣,一心只喜欢听伊索寓言。”
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Some people think wealth can bring happiness to them. It is true that most of them try to acquire wealth by means of honest labor. They work hard and overcome many difficulties. After doing this, they feel very happy and pleased. Even their spending money is a kind of happiness。
But some people believe wealth can’t bring them happiness. For example, when one gets a fortune, the family members will come from different parts of the country and try to share the wealth with him. And afterwards, they will quarrel with one another, trying to share more. And sometimes even appear bloody fight and killing. What a terrible result!
In my opinion, I think there is no doubt that wealth brings happiness, especially in the modern society. If you have money you can lead a comfortable and colorful life. But we should take a proper attitude towards wealth. Remember: money is not everything。
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A reader in Florida, apparently bruised by some personal experience, writes in to complain, “If I steal a nickel’s worth of merchandise, I am a thief and punished; but if I steal the love of another’s wife, I am free.”
This is a prevalent misconception in many people’s minds—that love, like merchandise, can be “stolen”. Numerous states, in fact, have enacted laws allowing damages for “alienation of affections”.
But love is not a commodity; the real thing cannot be bought, sold, traded or stolen. It is an act of the will, a turning of the emotions, a change in the climate of the personality.
When a husband or wife is “stolen” by another person, that husband or wife was already ripe for the stealing, was already predisposed toward a new partner. The “love bandit” was only taking what was waiting to be taken, what wanted to be taken.
We tend to treat persons like goods. We even speak of the children “belonging” to their parents. But nobody “belongs” to anyone else. Each person belongs to himself, and to God. Children are entrusted to their parents, and if their parents do not treat them properly, the state has a right to remove them from their parents’ trusteeship.
Most of us, when young, had the experience of a sweetheart being taken from us by somebody more attractive and more appealing. At the time, we may have resented this intruder—but as we grew older, we recognized that the sweetheart had never been ours to begin with. It was not the intruder that “caused” the break, but the lack of a real relationship.
On the surface, many marriages seem to break up because of a “third party”. This is, however, a psychological illusion. The other woman or the other man merely serves as a pretext for dissolving a marriage that had already lost its essential integrity.
Nothing is more futile and more self-defeating than the bitterness of spurned love, the vengeful feeling that someone else has “come between” oneself and a beloved. This is always a distortion of reality, for people are not the captives or victims of others—they are free agents, working out their own destinies for good or for ill.
But the rejected lover or mate cannot afford to believe that his beloved has freely turned away from him— and so he ascribes sinister or magical properties to the interloper. He calls him a hypnotist or a thief or a home-breaker. In the vast majority of cases, however, when a home is broken, the breaking has begun long before any “third party” has appeared on the scene.
佛罗里达州的一位读者显然是在个人经历上受过创伤, 他写信来抱怨道: “如果我偷走了五分钱的商品, 我就是个贼, 要受到惩罚, 但是如果我偷走了他人妻子的爱情, 我没事儿。”
这是许多人心目中普遍存在的一种错误观念——爱情, 像商品一样, 可以 “偷走”。实际上,许多州都颁布法令,允许索取“情感转让”赔偿金。
但是爱情并不是商品;真情实意不可能买到,卖掉,交换,或者偷走。爱情是志愿的行动,是感情的转向,是个性发挥上的变化。
当丈夫或妻子被另一个人“偷走”时,那个丈夫或妻子就已经具备了被偷走的条件,事先已经准备接受新的伴侣了。这位“爱匪”不过是取走等人取走、盼人取走的东西。
我们往往待人如物。我们甚至说孩子“属于”父母。但是谁也不“属于”谁。人都属于自己和上帝。孩子是托付给父母的,如果父母不善待他们,州政府就有权取消父母对他们的托管身份。
我们多数人年轻时都有过恋人被某个更有诱惑力、更有吸引力的人夺去的经历。在当时,我们兴许怨恨这位不速之客—但是后来长大了,也就认识到了心上人本来就不属于我们。并不是不速之客“导致了”决裂,而是缺乏真实的关系。
从表面上看,许多婚姻似乎是因为有了“第三者”才破裂的。然而这是一种心理上的幻觉。另外那个女人,或者另外那个男人,无非是作为借口,用来解除早就不是完好无损的婚姻罢了。
因失恋而痛苦,因别人“插足”于自己与心上人之间而图报复,是最没有出息、最自作自受的乐。这种事总是歪曲了事实真相,因为谁都不是给别人当俘虏或牺牲品——人都是自由行事的,不论命运是好是坏,都由自己来作主。
但是,遭离弃的情人或配偶无法相信她的心上人是自由地背离他的——因而他归咎于插足者心术不正或迷人有招。他把他叫做催眠师、窃贼或破坏家庭的人。然而,从大多数事例看,一个家的破裂,是早在什么“第三者”出现之前就开始了的。
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The northwest wind was blowing violently. The little fox sat in the warm quilt at home,watching the snow outside. He thought of his good friends. He was afaid that they would catch cold, so he took a new quilt and went out. He walked in the snow and then he arrived at the frog's house.
"Little frog , it's cold. I've brought you a quilt." The frog heard him and said to him "Little fox, thank you. I live in a basement. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. You see the cold wind can't reach me. " The forg was relieved.
He carried the quilt and came beside the pool. "Little carp, it's frozen. I've brought you a quilt." "Little fox, thank you. The water is frozen, The sun can come throught it, but the wind can't reach. We're not cold at all."
Then the fox came to the wheat field. "Little wheat seeding,it's cold you sleep in the open air. I only have a small quilt, what can I do for you?" The seeding laughed, "Thank you ,little fox. The snow is like a large thick quilt for us. We aren't cold at all." Now the little fox felt relieved about the seeding.
He returned home with the quilt.
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歌手介绍: Laura Welsh 是英国的创作歌手。
Laura Welsh - Undiscovered Lyrics
You're the only one that I've got
But I can't get lost with you
I can't get lost with you
I can't be someone that I'm not
To make it up to you
Make it up to you
Whoo-ooo mooo-ooves, who moves
Whoo-ooo mooo-ooves, who moves
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
You don't wanna look ahead
When it's staring back at you
Staring back at you
Whoo-ooo mooo-ooves, who moves
Baby I've got more to lose
And I can't decipher you
Whoo-ooo mooo-ooves, who moves
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
It's evident that you were never fully present in our conversations
Holding in what you really mean
Left no evidence that you were listening
It's evident that you never
Were fully present in our composition
Holding in what you really meant
Left no evidence that you were listening
You are listening
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
You're undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you
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作者: 查尔斯·约翰·赫芬姆·狄更斯(Charles John Huffam Dickens,1812年2月7日-1870年6月9日),十九世纪英国最伟大的作家,也是一位以反映现实生活见长的作家,他在自己的作品中,以高超的艺术手法,描绘了包罗万象的社会图景,作品一贯表现出揭露和批判的锋芒,贯彻惩恶扬善的人道主义精神,塑造出众多令人难忘的人物形象。主要作品有《匹克威克外传》、《雾都孤儿》 、《老古玩店》、《艰难时世》、《我们共同的朋友》等。一百多年来他的代表作《双城记》在全世界盛行不衰,深受广大读者的欢迎。1870年6月9日狄更斯因脑溢血与世长辞。
What Christmas Is As We Grow Older
by Charles Dickens
Time was, with most of us, when Christmas Day encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and every one around the Christmas fire; and made the little picture shining in our bright young eyes, complete.
Time came, perhaps, all so soon, when our thoughts over-leaped that narrow boundary; when there was some one (very dear, we thought then, very beautiful, and absolutely perfect) wanting to the fulness of our happiness; when we were wanting too (or we thought so, which did just as well) at the Christmas hearth by which that some one sat; and when we intertwined with every wreath and garland of our life that some one's name.
That was the time for the bright visionary Christmases which have long arisen from us to show faintly, after summer rain, in the palest edges of the rainbow! That was the time for the beatified enjoyment of the things that were to be, and never were, and yet the things that were so real in our resolute hope that it would be hard to say, now, what realities achieved since, have been stronger!
What! Did that Christmas never really come when we and the priceless pearl who was our young choice were received, after the happiest of totally impossible marriages, by the two united families previously at daggers--drawn on our account? When brothers and sisters-in-law who had always been rather cool to us before our relationship was effected, perfectly doted on us, and when fathers and mothers overwhelmed us with unlimited incomes? Was that Christmas dinner never really eaten, after which we arose, and generously and eloquently rendered honour to our late rival, present in the company, then and there exchanging friendship and forgiveness, and founding an attachment, not to be surpassed in Greek or Roman story, which subsisted until death? Has that same rival long ceased to care for that same priceless pearl, and married for money, and become usurious? Above all, do we really know, now, that we should probably have been miserable if we had won and worn the pearl, and that we are better without her?
That Christmas when we had recently achieved so much fame; when we had been carried in triumph somewhere, for doing something great and good; when we had won an honoured and ennobled name, and arrived and were received at home in a shower of tears of joy; is it possible that THAT Christmas has not come yet?
And is our life here, at the best, so constituted that, pausing as we advance at such a noticeable mile-stone in the track as this great birthday, we look back on the things that never were, as naturally and full as gravely as on the things that have been and are gone, or have been and still are? If it be so, and so it seems to be, must we come to the conclusion that life is little better than a dream, and little worth the loves and strivings that we crowd into it?
No! Far be such miscalled philosophy from us, dear Reader, on Christmas Day! Nearer and closer to our hearts be the Christmas spirit, which is the spirit of active usefulness, perseverance, cheerful discharge of duty, kindness and forbearance! It is in the last virtues especially, that we are, or should be, strengthened by the unaccomplished visions of our youth; for, who shall say that they are not our teachers to deal gently even with the impalpable nothings of the earth!
Therefore, as we grow older, let us be more thankful that the circle of our Christmas associations and of the lessons that they bring, expands! Let us welcome every one of them, and summon them to take their places by the Christmas hearth.
Welcome, old aspirations, glittering creatures of an ardent fancy, to your shelter underneath the holly! We know you, and have not outlived you yet. Welcome, old projects and old loves, however fleeting, to your nooks among the steadier lights that burn around us. Welcome, all that was ever real to our hearts; and for the earnestness that made you real, thanks to Heaven! Do we build no Christmas castles in the clouds now? Let our thoughts, fluttering like butterflies among these flowers of children, bear witness! Before this boy, there stretches out a Future, brighter than we ever looked on in our old romantic time, but bright with honour and with truth. Around this little head on which the sunny curls lie heaped, the graces sport, as prettily, as airily, as when there was no scythe within the reach of Time to shear away the curls of our first-love. Upon another girl's face near it--placider but smiling bright--a quiet and contented little face, we see Home fairly written. Shining from the word, as rays shine from a star, we see how, when our graves are old, other hopes than ours are young, other hearts than ours are moved; how other ways are smoothed; how other happiness blooms, ripens, and decays--no, not decays, for other homes and other bands of children, not yet in being nor for ages yet to be, arise, and bloom and ripen to the end of all!
Welcome, everything! Welcome, alike what has been, and what never was, and what we hope may be, to your shelter underneath the holly, to your places round the Christmas fire, where what is sits open- hearted! In yonder shadow, do we see obtruding furtively upon the blaze, an enemy's face? By Christmas Day we do forgive him! If the injury he has done us may admit of such companionship, let him come here and take his place. If otherwise, unhappily, let him go hence, assured that we will never injure nor accuse him.
On this day we shut out Nothing!
"Pause," says a low voice. "Nothing? Think!"
"On Christmas Day, we will shut out from our fireside, Nothing."
"Not the shadow of a vast City where the withered leaves are lying deep?" the voice replies. "Not the shadow that darkens the whole globe? Not the shadow of the City of the Dead?"
Not even that. Of all days in the year, we will turn our faces towards that City upon Christmas Day, and from its silent hosts bring those we loved, among us. City of the Dead, in the blessed name wherein we are gathered together at this time, and in the Presence that is here among us according to the promise, we will receive, and not dismiss, thy people who are dear to us!
Yes. We can look upon these children angels that alight, so solemnly, so beautifully among the living children by the fire, and can bear to think how they departed from us. Entertaining angels unawares, as the Patriarchs did, the playful children are unconscious of their guests; but we can see them--can see a radiant arm around one favourite neck, as if there were a tempting of that child away. Among the celestial figures there is one, a poor misshapen boy on earth, of a glorious beauty now, of whom his dying mother said it grieved her much to leave him here, alone, for so many years as it was likely would elapse before he came to her-- being such a little child. But he went quickly, and was laid upon her breast, and in her hand she leads him.
There was a gallant boy, who fell, far away, upon a burning sand beneath a burning sun, and said, "Tell them at home, with my last love, how much I could have wished to kiss them once, but that I died contented and had done my duty!" Or there was another, over whom they read the words, "Therefore we commit his body to the deep," and so consigned him to the lonely ocean and sailed on. Or there was another, who lay down to his rest in the dark shadow of great forests, and, on earth, awoke no more. O shall they not, from sand and sea and forest, be brought home at such a time!
There was a dear girl--almost a woman--never to be one--who made a mourning Christmas in a house of joy, and went her trackless way to the silent City. Do we recollect her, worn out, faintly whispering what could not be heard, and falling into that last sleep for weariness? O look upon her now! O look upon her beauty, her serenity, her changeless youth, her happiness! The daughter of Jairus was recalled to life, to die; but she, more blest, has heard the same voice, saying unto her, "Arise for ever!"
We had a friend who was our friend from early days, with whom we often pictured the changes that were to come upon our lives, and merrily imagined how we would speak, and walk, and think, and talk, when we came to be old. His destined habitation in the City of the Dead received him in his prime. Shall he be shut out from our Christmas remembrance? Would his love have so excluded us? Lost friend, lost child, lost parent, sister, brother, husband, wife, we will not so discard you! You shall hold your cherished places in our Christmas hearts, and by our Christmas fires; and in the season of immortal hope, and on the birthday of immortal mercy, we will shut out Nothing!
The winter sun goes down over town and village; on the sea it makes a rosy path, as if the Sacred tread were fresh upon the water. A few more moments, and it sinks, and night comes on, and lights begin to sparkle in the prospect. On the hill-side beyond the shapelessly-diffused town, and in the quiet keeping of the trees that gird the village-steeple, remembrances are cut in stone, planted in common flowers, growing in grass, entwined with lowly brambles around many a mound of earth. In town and village, there are doors and windows closed against the weather, there are flaming logs heaped high, there are joyful faces, there is healthy music of voices. Be all ungentleness and harm excluded from the temples of the Household Gods, but be those remembrances admitted with tender encouragement! They are of the time and all its comforting and peaceful reassurances; and of the history that re-united even upon earth the living and the dead; and of the broad beneficence and goodness that too many men have tried to tear to narrow shreds.
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歌手介绍:The Temper Trap 是一支来自于澳大利亚的独立乐队。乐队的核心成员分别为 Dougy Mandagi ( 主唱,吉他), Jonathon Aherne ( 低音吉他, 和声),Toby Dundas(鼓,合成器),Lorenzo Sillitto (吉他,键盘,和声)。乐队在巡演过程中曾邀请Joseph Greer作为键盘手和吉他手。
Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition
Lyrics:
Sweet disposition
Never too soon
Oh reckless abandon,
Like no one's watching you
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
Just stay there
Cause I'll be comin' over
While our bloods still young
It's so young, it runs
Won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
Songs of desperation
I played them for you
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A kiss, a cry
our rights, our wrongs
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
Just stay there
Cause I'll be comin' over
While our bloods still young
It's so young, it runs
Won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs (won't stop til it's over)
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs (won't stop til it's over)
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs (won't stop til it's over)
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A moment, a love
A moment, a love (won't stop to surrender)
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歌手介绍:The Afters是一支来自美国德州的基督摇滚乐队。他们的音乐风格温暖、积极,充满希望和向上的力量,已经成为美国福音摇滚的代表乐队之一。
The Afters - Life is Beautiful
Lyrics:
Through the window
I see you waiting
You are smiling
Cause I'm coming
Your eyes are a story
An ocean of memories
Pictures of faces and places
And all of the things
That make us feel like we have it all
All of the times
That make us realize
We have it all
We have it all
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Living and dying
Laughing or crying
If we have the whole world or have nothing
I know there are long nights
But we'll make it
With every sunrise comes a new light
And all of the things
That make us feel like we have it all
All of the times
That make us realize
We have it all
We have it all
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
A father's love
A wedding dance
New Year's dreams
A toast with friends
A soldier coming home from war
The faith the hope of so much more
A brand new life, a mother's prayer
Shooting stars, ocean air
A lover's kiss, and hard goodbyes
Fireworks, Christmas lights
These are things that make us feel alive
These are the times that make us realize
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
These are the times that make us realize
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歌手介绍:The Afters是一支来自美国德州的基督摇滚乐队。他们的音乐风格温暖、积极,充满希望和向上的力量,已经成为美国福音摇滚的代表乐队之一。
The Afters - Life is Beautiful
Lyrics:
Through the window
I see you waiting
You are smiling
Cause I'm coming
Your eyes are a story
An ocean of memories
Pictures of faces and places
And all of the things
That make us feel like we have it all
All of the times
That make us realize
We have it all
We have it all
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Living and dying
Laughing or crying
If we have the whole world or have nothing
I know there are long nights
But we'll make it
With every sunrise comes a new light
And all of the things
That make us feel like we have it all
All of the times
That make us realize
We have it all
We have it all
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
A father's love
A wedding dance
New Year's dreams
A toast with friends
A soldier coming home from war
The faith the hope of so much more
A brand new life, a mother's prayer
Shooting stars, ocean air
A lover's kiss, and hard goodbyes
Fireworks, Christmas lights
These are things that make us feel alive
These are the times that make us realize
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
Life is beautiful
These are the times that make us realize
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以下是小编整理的情感类英语美文欣赏:Everyday is a gift, 希望对你有所感触。
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of mysister’s bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrappedpackage. "This," he said, "is not a slip(纸片). Thisis lingerie(女士内衣)." He discarded the tissue andhanded me the slip. It was exquisite(精致的); silk,handmade and trimmed with a cobweb (蜘蛛网,蛛丝)of lace(花边). The price tag with anastronomical figure on it was still attached. "Janbought this the first time we went to New York, atleast 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She wassaving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this isthe occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we weretaking to the mortician(殡葬员). His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then heslammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don’t ever save anything for a special occasion.Every day you’re alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helpedhim and my niece attend to all the sad chores (琐事)that follow an unexpected death. Ithought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where mysister’s family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn’t seen or heard or done. Ithought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
I’m still thinking about his words, and they’ve changed my life. I’m reading more anddusting less. I’m sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds inthe garden. I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committeemeetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor(使有风味,尽情享受), not endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I’m not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-suchas losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia (茶花)blossom. I wear mygood blazer (颜色鲜明的运动夹克)to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous,I can shell out (交付,支付)$28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing(畏缩). I’mnot saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in bankshave noses that function as well as my party-going friends’.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it’s worthseeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I’m not sure what my sisterwould have done had she known that she wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow we all take forgranted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might havecalled a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think shewould have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I’m guessing--I’ll never know.
It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours werelimited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write--one of thesedays. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and daughter often enough how much Itruly love them.
I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter andluster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, everyminute, every breath truly is ... a gift from God.
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下面是读文网小编整理的英语美文:Everyday is a gift,希望对大家有帮助。
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister’s bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip(纸片). This is lingerie(女士内衣)." Hediscarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite(精致的); silk, handmade andtrimmed with a cobweb (蜘蛛网,蛛丝)of lace(花边). The price tag with an astronomicalfigure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is theoccasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were takingto the mortician(殡葬员). His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then heslammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don’t ever save anything for a special occasion.Every day you’re alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helpedhim and my niece attend to all the sad chores (琐事)that follow an unexpected death. Ithought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where mysister’s family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn’t seen or heard or done. Ithought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
I’m still thinking about his words, and they’ve changed my life. I’m reading more anddusting less. I’m sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds inthe garden. I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committeemeetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor(使有风味,尽情享受), not endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I’m not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-suchas losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia (茶花)blossom. I wear mygood blazer (颜色鲜明的运动夹克)to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous,I can shell out (交付,支付)$28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing(畏缩). I’mnot saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in bankshave noses that function as well as my party-going friends’.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it’s worthseeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I’m not sure what my sisterwould have done had she known that she wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow we all take forgranted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might havecalled a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think shewould have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I’m guessing--I’ll never know.
It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours werelimited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write--one of thesedays. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and daughter often enough how much Itruly love them.
I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter andluster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, everyminute, every breath truly is ... a gift from God.
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下面是读文网小编整理的英语美文:Don't Miss Out on Life,欢迎大家阅读!
It takes only a minute to get crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to lovesomeone. But it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go forsomeone who makes you smile. Because it only takes a smile to make a dark day seem bright.Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Maybe we meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meetthe right person. We will know how to be grateful for that gift.
It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don'tknow what we've been missing until it arrives.
Giving someone all your love will not provide assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expectlove in return; Just wait for it to grow in their hearts. But if it doesn't, be content. It grew inyours.
There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick themfrom your dreams and hug them for real!
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enoughsorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything. They just make the most ofeverything that comes along their way.
Happiness are for those who cry, those who have searched, and those who have tried becauseonly they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.
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misunderstand有误解;误会;不了解等意思,那么你知道misunderstand的用法吗?下面跟着读文网小编一起来学习一下,希望对大家的学习有所帮助!
用作动词 (v.)
bid fair (v.+adv.)
bid for (v.+prep.)
bid in (v.+adv.)
bid on (v.+prep.)
bid up (v.+adv.)
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