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Suppose someone gave you a pen - a sealed, solid-colored pen.
假如有人送你一支笔,一支不可拆卸的单色钢笔。
You couldn't see how much ink it had. It might rundry after the first few tentative words or last justlong enough to create a masterpiece(or several)that would last forever and make a difference in thescheme of things. You don't know before you begin.Under the rules of the game, you really never know.You have to take a chance!
看不出里面究竟有多少墨水。或许在你试探性地写上几个字后它就会枯干,或许足够用来创作一部影响深远的不朽巨著(或是几部)。而这些,在动笔前,都是无法得知的。 在这个游戏规则下,你真的永远不会预知结果。你只能去碰运气!
Actually, no rule of the game states you must do anything. Instead of picking up and using thepen, you could leave it on a shelf or in a drawer where it will dry up, unused. But if you dodecide to use it, what would you do with it? How would you play the game? Would you plan andplan before you ever wrote a word? Would your plans be so extensive that you never even gotto the writing? Or would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it, struggling tokeep up with the twists and turns of the torrents of words that take you where they take you?Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run dry the next moment, orwould you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe) that the pen will write forever andproceed accordingly?
事实上,这个游戏里没有规则指定你必须要做什么。相反,你甚至可以根本不去动用这支笔,把它扔在书架上或是抽屉里让它的墨水干枯。 但是,如果你决定要用它的话,那么你会用它来做什幺呢?你将怎幺来进行这个游戏呢?你会不写一个字,老是计划来计划去吗?你会不会由于计划过于宏大而来不及动笔呢?或者你只是手里拿着笔,一头扎进去写,不停地写,艰难地随着文字汹涌的浪涛而随波逐流? 你会小心谨慎的写字,好象这支笔在下一个时刻就可能会干枯;还是装做或相信这支笔能够永远写下去而信手写来呢?
And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death? Nothing? Everything?Would you write to please just yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others? Wouldyour strokes be tremblinglytimid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain? Would youeven write? Once you have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would you sketch?Scribble? Doodle or draw? Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if theywere there? Or are they?
你又会用笔写下些什么呢:爱?恨?喜?悲?生?死?虚无?万物?你写作只是为了愉己?还是为了悦人?抑或是借替人书写而愉己?你的落笔会是颤抖胆怯的,还是鲜明果敢的?你的想象会是丰富的还是贫乏的?甚或你根本没有落笔?这是因为,你拿到笔以后,没有哪条规则说你必须写作。也许你要画素描,乱写一气?信笔涂鸦?画画?你会保持写在线内还是线上,还是根本看不到线,即使有线在那里?嗯,真的有线吗?
There's a lot to think about here, isn't there?
这里面有许多东西值得考虑,不是吗?
Now, suppose someone gave you a life...
现在,假如有人给予你一支生命的笔……
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All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours.
But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.
Now and them I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who hadjust returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.
Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming 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 on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.
If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.
The First Day
On the first day, 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 dear 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 to see 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.
I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.
Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.
How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?
For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbandsdo not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.
The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one.
I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.
The Second Day
The next day - the second day of sight - I should arisewith the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, butI have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.
I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.
My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be
seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.
So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that fordeep and true appreciation of art one must educated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night,unexplored and unilluminated.
It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?
I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.
One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van Winkle. I was able to catch thus a meager glimpse of the world of drama, and I shall never forget the delight of that moment. But, oh, how much I must miss, and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance! If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in mymind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet.
So, through the evening of my second imaginary day of sight, the great fingers of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes.
The Third Day
The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings; there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends, animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and Nature. Today I shall spend in the workaday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here , surrounded by green lawns, trees, and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children, havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river - racy speed boat, stolid, snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead, I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. these vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day.
How many, I wonder, give it so much as a seconds glance? Very few, I fear, Their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures, the Empire State Building, for there , a short time ago, I "saw" the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure I should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.
Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people, trying by sight of them to understand something of their live. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.
I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that the colors of women's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women -- too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced, too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. my heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle; it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness; but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease, and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so crowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Thereafter the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
Perhaps this short outline of how I should spend three days of sight does not agree with the program you would set for yourself if you knew that you were about to be stricken blind. I am, however, sure that if you actually faced that fate your eyes would open to things you had never seen before, storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you. Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at last, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
I who am blind can give one hint to those who see -- one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind.
And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.
Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never s
mell and taste again. Make the most of every sense: glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.#p#副标题#e#
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Wherever you are, and whoever you may be,
there is one thing in which you and I are
just alike,at this moment, and in all the moments
of our existence.We are not at rest;
we are on a journey. Our life is not a mere fact;
it is a movement, a tendency, a steady,
ceaseless progress towards an unseen goal.
We are gaining something, or losing something, every day.
Even when our position and our character seem to
remain precisely the same, they are changing.
For the mere advance of time is a change.
It is not the same thing to have a bare field
in January and in July. The season makes the difference.
The limitations that are childlike in the child are childish
in the man.Everything that we do is a step
in one direction or another. Even the failure to do something
is in itself a deed. It sets us forward or backward.
The action of the negative pole of a magnetic needle is
just as real as the action of the positive pole.
To decline is to accept — the other alternative.
Are you nearer to your port today than you were yesterday?
Yes, — you must be a little nearer to some port or other;
for since your ship was first launched upon
the sea of life you have never been still
for a single moment; the sea is too deep,
you could not find an anchorage if you would;
there can be no pause until you come into port.
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All over my garden I’ve planted nothing but roses, fragrant and—if looked at from a far—a blaze with color like sunset clouds, I’d be very happy if anyone of my visiting friends should desire to pick and take some for their homes. I trust that any friend of mine carrying the rose would vanish into the distance feeling that his emotions had been rekindled.
我在花园里种了芬芳的玫瑰花,远远望去,像一片燃烧的晚霞。我想等朋友们来做客的时候,让他们带一些玫瑰回家。我相信朋友们捧着火红的玫瑰渐渐消失在远方,一定能被重新点燃往日的情怀。
A close friend came for a visit the other day. I know her to be a lover of flowers and plants. And for that reason I told her at her departure that she should pick a bunch of roses to grace her boudoir. I promised that the scent of the roses would be wafted far, far away.
有一天,一位要好的女友来探望我,我知道她平常最喜爱花花草草。她临别时,我告诉她说,采一束玫瑰装点你的闺房吧,芳香四溢。
That girl friend of mine, tiptoeing into the garden in high spirits, sniffed here and smelt there, but in the end she didn’t pick a single rose. I said there were so many of them that she would pick as many as she’d like to; I told her that I was not a florist and didn’t make a living out of them. Saying so I raised the scissors for the sacrifice of the flowers, but she stopped me, crying no, no, no!
女友轻手轻脚跨进花园,东闻闻西嗅嗅,神采飞扬,就是不肯采摘。我说,没关系,多的是,我又不是花店老板,不靠玫瑰赚钱的。说完,我就举起剪刀准备献美。女友急忙拦住,高声叫着,不可不可。
To cut such beautiful roses would hurt one, she said. With her hands clutching at my sleeves, she told me that by no means should they be cut. Roses are the smiling face of the earth, and who could be so iron-hearted as to destroy a smile so intoxicating?
这么美丽的玫瑰剪下来,让人心疼。她抓紧我的袖子叮咛:千万不能剪啊,玫瑰是泥土的笑脸,谁能忍心毁坏美得醉人的微笑呢?
My mind was thoroughly boggled: the ugly earth, the humble earth, the plain earth—it is for the sake of that smile that it wins the care and pity of people.
我的灵魂猛然一惊:丑陋的泥土,卑微的泥土,朴素的泥土,因为玫瑰,露出了惊艳一笑,正因为这一笑,才赢得了人们的爱惜。
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相信如果作为一个文字控,都会很喜欢哪些很诗意的语录吧!今天读文网小编在这里为大家分享一些富有诗意的英文句子给大家,希望大家喜欢!
1、假如你走了,我会很沮丧。你离开,我会很想念。
If you go away, I'll be blue. I'll miss you when you leave.
2、我对你的爱,一直到新闻联播大结局那天。
I love you until the end of the news network.
3、暧昧,麻醉了我的无助。转身,加深了我的孤独。
Ambiguous, anesthesia my helplessness. Turn around and deepen my loneliness.
4、你是我的命,没有你我活不下去。
You are my life, I can't live without you.
5、相信每一个人的身边都有一个很敷衍的朋友。
I believe everyone has a very close friend.
6、在爱情里、没有谁对谁错、只有谁让谁。
In love, there is no one who is right, only who let who.
7、花会一年一度的开,可人会不会一年一年的都在。
Once a year the flowers open, but will not be a year in.
8、没动力的时候我就会想到你的笑。
I'll think of you when I'm not motivated.
9、我怕时间太快,不够将你看仔细。
I'm afraid time is too fast, not enough to see you carefully.
10、爱一个人好难,放弃一个人真简单。
Love a person is difficult, give up a person really simple.
11、夜,有了星星温柔的眼眸,就会变得绮丽。
Night, the stars have gentle eyes, will become beautiful.
12、我能做的不多,但你需要的时候,我总是在的。
There's not much I can do, but when you need me, I'll always be there.
13、没有你的午后,若有所失,却无从追忆。
Without you in the afternoon, but no memory loss.
14、短暂的爱情,只会换来噩梦一般的尘埃。
Short of love, only for the dust of the nightmare.
15、单曲循环,其实是一种心情。
Single cycle, in fact, is a mood.
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下面是读文网小编整理的经典美文:一支笔引出的生命之思考,欢迎大家阅读!
Suppose someone gave you a pen – a sealed, solid-colored pen.
假如有人送你一支笔,一支不可拆卸的单色钢笔.
You couldn’t see how much ink it had. It might rundry after the first few tentative words or last justlong enough to create a masterpiece (or several)that would last forever and make a difference in thescheme of things. You don‘t know before you begin.
你看不出里面究竟有多少墨水。或许在你试探性地写上几个字后它就会枯干,或许足够用来创作一部影响深远的不朽巨著(或是几部)。而这些,在动笔前,都是无法得知的。
Under the rules of the game, you really never know. You have to take a chance!
在这个游戏规则下,你真的永远不会预知结果。你只能去碰运气!
Actually, no rule of the game states you must do anything. Instead of picking up and using thepen, you could leave it on a shelf or in a drawer where it will dry up, unused.
事实上,这个游戏里没有规则指定你必须要做什么。相反,你甚至可以根本不去动用这支笔,把它扔在书架上或是抽屉里让它的墨水干枯。
But if you do decide to use it, what would you do with it? How would you play the game?
但是,如果你决定要用它的话,那么会用它来做什么呢?你将怎么来进行这个游戏呢?
Would you plan and plan before you ever wrote a word? Would your plans be so extensivethat you never even got to the writing?
你会不写一个字,老是计划来计划去吗?你会不会由于计划过于宏大而来不及动笔呢?
Or would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it, struggling to keep up withthe twists and turns of the torrents of words that take you where they take you?
或者你只是手里拿着笔,一头扎进去写,不停地写,艰难地随着文字汹涌的浪涛而随波逐流?
Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run dry the next moment, orwould you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe) that the pen will write forever andproceed accordingly?
你会小心谨慎的写字,好象这支笔在下一个时刻就可能会干枯;还是装做相信这支笔能够永远写下去而信手写来呢?
And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death? Nothing? Everything?
并且你又会写下些什么呢:爱?恨?喜?悲?生?死?虚无?万物?
Would you write to please just yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others?
你写作只是为了愉己,还是为了悦人?抑或是藉替人书写而愉己?
Would your strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain?
你的落笔会是颤抖胆怯的,还是鲜明果敢的?你的想象会是丰富的还是贫乏的?
Would you even write? Once you have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would yousketch? Scribble? Doodle or draw?
甚或你根本没有落笔。这是因为,你拿到笔以后,没有哪条规则说你必须写作。那么,你要画素描,乱写一气,信笔涂鸦,或是画画?
Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if they were there? Or are they?
你会保持写在线内还是线上,还是根本看不到线,即使有线在那里?嗯,真的有线吗?
There‘s a lot to think about here, isn‘t there?
这里面有许多东西值得考虑,不是吗?
Now, suppose someone gave you a life...
现在,假如有人给予你一支生命的笔...
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充分利用每一个感官,通过自然提供给你的几种接触方式,为世界向你显示的所有愉快而美好的一切而自奋吧。下面是读文网小编为大家带来英语经典美文:假如给我三天光明,希望大家喜欢!
The following morning,I should again greet the dawn,anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
接下来这一天的早上,怀着对发现新的快乐的渴望,我再次迎接黎明,因为我确信,对那些眼睛能真正看得见的人来说,每个黎明都会展现出无尽的美丽。
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings;there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends,animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and nature. Today I shall spend in the workaday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
按我设想出现奇迹的期限,这将是我能看见的第三天,也是最后的一天。我不能把时间浪费在后悔或渴望中,我要看的东西太多了。第一天我献给了我的有生命的和无生命的朋友们,第二天向我展示了人类和自然的历史。今天我将在当今的平凡世界里度过,在为生活事务忙碌的人们常去的地方度过。除了纽约,何处人们还能找到这样多的活动和纷繁的景象呢?所以,纽约便成了我的去处。
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here, surrounded by green lawns,trees,and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children,havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boats chug and scurry about the river-racy speedboat, stolid,snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead,}should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
我从我在长岛森林山静静的小郊区的家出发,这里,芳草绿树鲜花环绕着整洁的小住房,妇女和孩子们欢声笑语,其乐融融,是城里辛劳的人们安宁的避风港。驾车通过那跨越东河的带花饰的钢铁大桥,我惊奇地发现人脑中巨大的创造力和潜质。船只在繁忙的河上鸣叫着来来往往—高速快艇和笨头笨脑喘着气的拖船。如果我能看见的日子更长些,我要花更多的时间看看这河上快乐的景象。
I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. These vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day. How many, I wonder, give it so much as a second glance? Very few, I fear, their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.
放眼望去,面前林立着的纽约的高楼大厦,似乎是从童话故事的篇章中出现的一座城市,多么令人敬畏的景象,这些闪闪发光的尖塔,这些巨大的石头与钢铁的建筑群,就像众神为他们自己而建的!这幅生机蓬勃的图景是千百万人每天生活的一部分。我不知道,到底有多少人会对它回头再多看一眼?只怕寥容无几,他们对这辉煌的景象视而不见,因为这对他们太熟悉了。
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures,the Empire State Building,for there,a short time ago;I "saw"the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure[should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.
我匆匆来到这些巨大建筑之一的帝国大厦的顶端,因为在那里,不久以前,我通过我的秘书的眼睛’‘俯视”过这座城市。我渴望把我的想象同现实作一番比较。我确信,我对展现在我面前的景观不会失望,因为它对我来说是另一个世界的景象。
Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people,trying by sight of them to understand something of their lives. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.
现在我开始亲历这座城市。首先,我站在一个热闹的角落,仅仅是看着人们,试图以审视他们来理解他们生活中的某些东西。看到笑容,我感到高兴;看到果敢,我感到骄傲;看到苦难,我就同情。
I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that in the colors of women's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women-too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced;too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.
我漫步在第五大道上(译注:第五大道是纽约曼哈顿区的最繁华最壮观的商业大道,有许多高档精品商店,洛克菲勒中心就在该大道附近),我的目光没有焦点,我没有看特别的目标,只是看那彩色万花筒般川流不息的人群。我相信那成群女人的服装颜色一定是一种华丽的奇观,我会百看不厌的。或许,如果我能看得见,我也会像其他大多数女人一样—也对个人服装的式样和剪裁很感兴趣,而不去注意其色彩。我也相信,我也会成为一个有瘾的橱窗浏览者,因为看那陈列的无数美好的商品一定是赏心悦目之事。
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. My heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle;it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness;but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.
从第五大道起我开始浏览这座城市—到公园大道,到贫民窟,到工厂区,到儿童游乐园去。我通过参观外国居民区来进行一次不出国的国外旅行。我总是睁大眼睛看所有的景象,既看幸福的,也看悲哀的,以便我可以深入探究和加深理解人们是如何工作和生活的。我心中充满了人和事物的形象,我的眼睛不轻易放过任何一件小事,它力求触及并紧紧抓住所见的每件事。有些景象是愉快的,让心里充满快乐,而有些是悲惨的,对这些事,我并不闭上我的眼睛,因为这也是生活的一部分,闭起双眼就是关闭了心灵与思想。
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
我能看得见的第三天即将结束了。也许还有许多强烈的愿望我应花费最后的几个小时去实现,但是,我怕这最后一天的晚上我又溜到戏院去,去看一部欢快有趣的戏剧以便能欣赏人类精神世界里喜剧的含蓄意义。
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease,and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so crowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Therefore the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
午夜,我摆脱盲人苦境的短暂时刻就要结束了,永恒的黑夜又回到我身上。当然,在这短短的3天中,我并没有看到我想看的所有事情,唯有在黑暗重新降临在我身上之时,我才意识到我还有多少事情没有看到。但我的脑海里充满了这么多美好的记忆,以至我没有时间去后悔。此后,对每个东西的触摸都将使我想起那东西看起来是什么样的。
Perhaps this short outline of how I should spend three days of sight does not agree with the program you would set for yourself if you knew that you were about to be stricken blind.lam,however, sure that if you actually faced that fate your eyes would open to things you had never seen before,storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you.Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then,at last, you would really see,and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
也许,这篇简短的关于怎样度过这能看得见的3天的概述,和你们自己在遭致失明的情况下所设想的不一致。然而,我确信,如果你真的面临那不幸的命运,你的目光将会尽量投向你过去从未看见过的事物,为你今后的漫漫长夜保存下回忆,你将以过去从未有过的方式去利用你的眼睛。你所看到的每件事会变得珍贵起来,你的眼睛会触及并抓住在进入你视线范围之内的每件事物。然后,你最终真正地看见了,于是,一个美丽的新世界在你面前展开了。
I who am blind can give one hint to those who see-one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird,the mighty strains of an orchestra,as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel,as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense:glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.
我,一个盲人,可以给那些能看得见的人一个提示—对想充分利用视力天赋的人的一个忠告:善用你的双眼吧,就好像你明天就会遭致失明一样。这同样的方法也能用于其他的感官上,去听悦耳的乐声,鸟儿的鸣唱,乐队的强劲旋律,就好像你明天就遭致失聪一样;去触摸你想摸的每个物体,就像你明天会失去触觉一样;去闻花朵的芳香,津津有味地去尝美味佳肴,就好像你明天会再也不能闻到、尝到一样。充分利用每一个感官,通过自然提供给你的几种接触方式,为世界向你显示的所有愉快而美好的一切而自奋吧。但是,在所有的感觉之中,我相信视觉一定是最令人赏心悦目的。
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摘录:总之,起英文名时要尽量与自己的中文名有联系,让人感觉这就是你。当然,实在找不到对应的英文名时也只好将就了。毕竟,起名没有一定之规。
如:
李连杰JetLi 谢霆锋TimXie 侯德健JamesHou 许环山SamXu 朱晓琳LynnZhu 王冬梅MayWang 吴家珍JaneWu 吴珊SandyWu 关荷HelenGuan
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如果你等待明天,为什么不在今天行动?如果明天用不到来,你必将为今天而后悔。下面是读文网小编为大家带来英语经典美文:假如我知道,希望大家喜欢!
If I knew it would be the last time I'd see you fall asleep,
假如我知道这是最后一次看到你进入梦乡,
I would tuck you in more tightly and "pray the lord , your soul to keep".
我会给你掖紧被子,并“祈求上的,让你的灵魂常在”。
If I knew it would be the last time I'd see you walk out the door,
假如我知道这将是你最后一次迈出家门,
I would give you a hug and kiss you, and call you back for more.
我会亲吻你,拥抱你,一遍遍地唤着你回来。
If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise.
假如我知道这将是最后一次听到你在赞扬中高亢的声音,
I would video tape each action and word , so I could play them back day after day.
我会记录下你每一句言语,每一个动作,这样我可以日日地不停播放。
If I knew it would be the last time I could spare an extra minute or so to stop and say"I love you, "instead of assuming you would know I do.
假如我知道这将是最后一次说“我爱你”,我会留出时间或者停下手头的工作告诉你,而不会自负的认为你已经知道。
If I knew it would be the last time I would be there so share you day,
假如我知道这是最后的光阴,我会在你身边。
I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.
我总以为你还有很多的时光,所以总让这天静静地流走。
For surely there's slways tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and certainly there's another chance to make everthing right.
因为我总认为还有明天可以去弥补遗漏,我们还有下一次机会会使所有的事变得美好。
There will always be another day, to say "I love you", and certainly there's another chance to say our"anything I can do?"
总想还有另一个时刻,说“我爱你”,也总认为还有下一个机会,去说“你有什么要帮忙的吗?”
But, just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,
然而,万一我错了,我只能拥有今天,
I'd like to say how much I love you, and I hope we never forget.
我好想说一千一万遍“我爱你”,让我们永生不忘。
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, and today may be the last chance you get to hold your love tight.
明天从没给任何人承诺,不过是年轻人还是老年人。今天也许是你最后一次机会紧紧拥抱你的爱人。
So, if you'er waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
所以,如果你等待明天,为什么不在今天行动?
For, if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day...
因为,如果明天用不到来,你必将为今天而后悔……
That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a huge, or a kiss, and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.
你后悔没有抽出更多的时间去拥抱、微笑、亲吻。后悔自己太过忙碌,没有能帮别人实现他最后的心愿。
So, hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear, that you love them very much and you'll always hold them dear.
所以,紧紧拥抱你的爱人吧,就在今天,对他们耳语,你深深的爱他们,并永远珍惜他们。
Take time to say"I'm sorry", "please forgive me", "thank you"or""it's okay.
抽出一些时间说“对不起”、“请原谅”、“谢谢”或者“没关系”吧。
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.
即使明天永远不能到来,你也不会为今天而后悔。
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每天早上,我睁开眼睛,告诉自己这是特殊的一天。每一天,每一分钟,每一次呼吸.....都是上帝对我们的恩赐。我尽最大的努力避免推迟,延误,或保留那些能给我们的生活增添欢乐和色彩的东西。下面是读文网小编为大家带来英语经典美文:珍惜每一刻,希望大家喜欢!
我的妹夫打开我妹妹书桌最底下的抽屉,拿出一个裹着纸片的小包。“这个,”他说,“不是一张纸片,而是一件女士内衣,”“他弄掉纸片,把它递给我。这是件精致的女士内衣,它是用手工缝制的丝制品,齐整的镶着蛛网似的花边。衣服上甚至还钉着数额惊人的价格标签。”“这是我和简第一次去纽约的时候买的,至少是八九年以前了,她从来没有穿过,她一直在等一个特殊的场合。我想,现在该是时候了。”“他从我手上拿过内衣,把它和其他一些衣服一起摆到床上,我们要把它们带到殡仪馆。他的手在那柔软的面料上摩擦了一会儿,然后砰的关上抽屉,转过来对我说。“千万别珍藏什么东西去等一个合适的机会,你活着的每一天都是一个机会。”
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)." He discarded the tissue and handed 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 an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician(殡葬员). His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed 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."
我牢记着这些话,帮着他和我的侄女处理这起因以外事故丧生后的葬礼和各种悲伤琐事。在我从妹妹居住的这个中西部地区小镇飞往加利福尼亚的飞机上,,还在回想着这些话语。我想着那些她从来没有见过、听过、或者做过的事情,我想着那些她经理过却没有意识到其独特性的事情。
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores (琐事)that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
现在我仍然还在思索他的话,他们甚至改变了我的一生。我阅读更多的东西,少了很多迷惑。我坐在草地上欣赏风景,不再去担心花园的杂草。我花更多的时间陪伴家人和朋友,不再一味的去参加无聊的会议。不论何时,生活应该是一种享受的过程,而不是忍受。我开始认识并珍视现在的每一时刻。
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. 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.
我不再珍藏任何东西,我用上好的瓷器和水晶器,庆贺每一件事--比如减掉了一磅体重,打通了堵塞的下水道,开放了第一朵茶花。只要我喜欢,我会穿上我漂亮的夹克衫去逛超市。我的逻辑是:如果我看上去够有钱,我会毫不犹豫地花28.49美元去买一小带杂货。我不会珍藏我的名贵香水去等待一个特殊的晚会,商店职员和银行出纳员的鼻子跟我舞友的鼻子有着同样的功能。
I'm not "saving" anything. we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia (茶花)blossom. I wear my good 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'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.
“总有一天”和“某一天”对我已失去了意义。如果某件事值得去看,去听、去做、我会立刻去实行。我不知道,如果我妹妹知道她不再拥有我们都认为理所当然会到来的明天时,她会怎么做。我想她会给家人和一些亲密的朋友打电话。她会打电话给以前的一些朋友,为曾经发生过的争论道歉或弥补关系。我想她会出去,到一见中餐厅,吃她最喜爱的食物。我只是采写--永远都不会知道了。
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing , hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done, had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing--I'll never know.
如果时间紧迫,而我还有一些事情没有做完,我会愤怒不已。我会为不得不把准备去拜访的朋友推延到“某一天”而恼火,为曾设想着“总会有一天”会写下来的词句,而没有写下来而生气,为没有尽可能多的告诉我的丈夫和女儿我是多么爱他们而后悔和遗憾。
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry ,if I knew that my hours were limited. 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 these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them.
我尽最大的努力避免推迟,延误,或保留那些能给我们的生活增添欢乐和色彩的东西。
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
每天早上,我睁开眼睛,告诉自己这是特殊的一天。每一天,每一分钟,每一次呼吸.....都是上帝对我们的恩赐。
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is ... a gift from God.
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摘录:在人的一生中,我们会得到许多,也会失去许多,但守信用却应是始终陪伴我们的。如果以虚伪、不诚实的方式为人处世,也许能获得暂时的“成功”,但从长远看,他最终是个失败者。下面是读文网小编整理的双语阅读美文:假如没有了诚信,欢迎大家阅读!
In the busy city of New York, such an astonishing thing that ever happened.
On a Friday night, a poor young artist stood at the gate of the subway station, playing his violin. Though the music was great, people were quickly going home for the weekend. In this case, many of them slowed down their paces and put some money into the hat of the young man.
在繁华的纽约,曾经发生了这样一件震撼人心的事情。
星期五的傍晚,一个贫穷的年轻艺人仍然像往常一样站在地铁站门口,专心致志地拉着他的小提琴。琴声优美动听,虽然人们都急急忙忙地赶着回家过周末,但还是有很多人情不自禁的放慢了脚步,时不时地会有一些人在年轻艺人跟前的礼帽里放一些钱。
The next day, the young artist came to the gate of the subway station, and put his hat on the ground gracefully. Different than the day before, he took out a large piece of paper and laid it on the ground and put some stones on it. Then he adjusted the violin and began playing. It seemed more pleasant to listen to.
Before long, the young violinist was surrounded with people, who were all attracted by the words on that paper. It said, "Last night, a gentleman named George Sang put an important thing into my hat by mistaken. Please come to claim it soon."
第二天黄昏,年轻的艺人又像往常一样准时来到地铁门口,把他的礼帽摘下来很优雅地放在地上。和以往不同的是,他还从包里拿出一张大纸,然后很认真地铺在地上,四周还用自备的小石块压上。做完这一切以后,他调试好小提琴,又开始了演奏,声音似乎比以前更动听更悠扬。
不久,年轻的小提琴手周围站满了人,人们都被铺在地上的那张大纸上的字吸引了,有的人还踮起脚尖看。上面写着:“昨天傍晚,有一位叫乔治-桑的先生错将一份很重要的东西放在我的礼帽里,请您速来认领。”
Seeing this, it caused a great excitement and people wondered what it could be. After about half an hour, a middle-aged man ran there in a hurry and rushed through the crowd to the violinist and grabbed his shoulders and said, "Yes, it's you. You did come here. I knew that you're an honest man and would certainly come here."
见此情景,人群之间引起一阵骚动,都想知道这是一份什么样的东西。过了半小时左右,一位中年男人急急忙忙跑过来,拨开人群就冲到小提琴手面前,抓住他的肩膀语无伦次的说:“啊!是您呀,您真的来了,我就知道您是个诚实的人,您一定会来的。”
The young violinist asked calmly, "Are you Mr. George Sang?"
年轻的小提琴手冷静地问:“您是乔治-桑先生吗?”
The man nodded. The violinist asked, "Did you lose something?"
那人连忙点头。小提琴手又问:“您遗落了什么东西吗?”
"Lottery. It's lottery," said the man.
那位先生说:“奖票,奖票”。
双语阅读美文:假如没有了诚信
The violinist took out a lottery ticket on which George Sang's name was seen. "Is it?" he asked.
小提琴手于是掏出一张奖票,上面还醒目地写着乔治-桑,小提琴手举着彩票问:“是这个吗?”
George nodded promptly and seized the lottery ticket and kissed it, then he danced with the violinist.
乔治-桑迅速地点点头,抢过奖票吻了一下,然后又抱着小提琴手在地上跳起了舞。
The story turned out to be this: George Sang is an office clerk. He bought a lottery ticket issued by a bank a few days ago. The awards opened yesterday and he won a prize of $500,000. So he felt very happy after work and felt the music was so wonderful, that he took out 50 dollars and put in the hat. However the lottery ticket was also thrown in. The violinist was a student at an ArtsCollege and had planned to attend advanced studies in Vienna. He had booked the ticket and would fly that morning. However when he was cleaning up he found the lottery ticket. Thinking that the owner would return to look for it, he cancelled the flight and came back to where he was given the lottery ticket.
原来事情是这样的,乔治-桑是一家公司的小职员,他前些日子买了一张一家银行发行的奖票,昨天上午开奖,他中了50万美元的奖金。昨天下班,他心情很好,觉得音乐也特别美妙,于是就从钱包里掏出50美元,放在了礼帽里,可是不小心把奖票也扔了进去。小提琴手是一名艺术学院的学生,本来打算去维也纳进修,已经定好了机票,时间就在今天上午,可是他昨天整理东西时发现了这张奖票,想到失主会来找,于是今天就退掉了机票,又准时来到这里。
Later someone asked the violinist: "At that time you were in needed to pay the tuition fee and you had to play the violin in the subway station every day to make the money. Then why didn't you take the lottery ticket for yourself?"
后来,有人问小提琴手:“你当时那么需要一笔学费,为了赚够这笔学费,你不得不每天到地铁站拉提琴。那你为什么不把那50万元的奖票留下呢?”
The violinist said, "Although I don't have much money, I live happily; but if I lose honesty I won't be happy forever."
小提琴手说:“虽然我没钱,但我活得很快乐;假如我没了诚信,我一天也不会快乐。”
Through our lives, we can gain a lot and lose so much. But being honest should always be with us. If we bear ourselves in a deceptive and dishonest way, we may succeed temporarily. However, from the long-term view, we will be a loser. Such kind of people are just like the water on the mountain. It stands high above the masses at the beginning, but gradually it comes down inch by inch and loses the chance of going up.
在人的一生中,我们会得到许多,也会失去许多,但守信用却应是始终陪伴我们的。如果以虚伪、不诚实的方式为人处世,也许能获得暂时的“成功”,但从长远看,他最终是个失败者。这种人就像山上的水,刚开始的时候,是高高在上,但逐渐逐渐地它就越来越下降,再没有一个上升的机会。
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1 如果你爱我 If You Love Me
2 阳光季节 Seasons In The Sun
3 爱的细语There's A Kind Of Hush
4 唱首忧郁的歌 Song Sung Blue
5 老橡树上的黄丝带Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree
6 雨韵 Rhythm of The Rain
7 汉城奥运会主题曲《Hand in hand》
8 雨中哭泣 Crying In The Rain
9 寂静之声 The Sound Of Silence
10 柠檬树 Lemon Tree
11 花落何处 Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
12 顺其自然 Let It Be
13 昨日重现 Yesterday Once More
14 甜心 Dear Heart
15 棉花田 Cotton Field
16 松树耳语Whispering Pines
17 世界末日 The End Of The World
18 我的家乡 My Hometown
19 大江东去 The river of no return
20 田纳西华尔兹 Tennessee Waltz
21 旧金山 San Francisco
22 恶水上的大桥 Bridge Over Troubled Water
23 我想与它同在Let It Be Me
24 小白花 Edelweiss
25 无法停止爱你 I Can't Stop Loving You
26 只有你 Only You
27 七个寂寞的日子 Seven Lonely Days
28 我在雨中Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
29 我爱的… Somewhere My Love
30 (恋爱百分百的英文版)Stop! Stop! Stop!
31 来!跳舞!女孩 Dance On, Little Girl
32 爱你无语More Than I Can Say
33 玫瑰之恋 Rose, Rose, I Love You
34 黄河镇Yellow River
35 往日情怀 The Way We Were
36 北上阿拉斯加 North To Alaska
37 只有你 Only You
38 乡村路带我回家 Take Me Home Country Roads
39 邮差先生 Please Mr. Postman
40 你偷走巨厦 The Mansion You Stole
41 放开我 Release Me
42 最后华尔兹 The Last Waltz
43 孤枕难眠 I Don't Like To Sleep Alone
44 想象 Imagine
45 不再坠入情网 I'll Never Fall In. Love Again
46 轻歌销魂 Killing Me Softly With His Song
47 热爱着你 Devoted To You
48 雪鸟 Snowbird
49 随风飘荡 Blowing In The Wind
50 情感 Feelings
51 只有寻梦去 All I Have To Do Is Dream
52 奔放的旋律 Unchained Melody
53 今日 Today
54 无须说爱我 You Don't Have To Say You Love Me
55 奔放的旋律 Unchained Melody
56 与我吻别Kiss Me Goodbye
57 只有寻梦去 All I Have To Do Is Dream
58 交换舞伴 Changing Partners
59 借你肩膀 Put Your Head On My Shoulder
60 黄鸟儿 Yellow Bird
61 全为了一个女孩的爱 All For The Love Of A Girl
62 细语言爱Speak Softly, Love
63 温柔地爱我 Love Me Tender
64 你照亮我的生命 You Light Up My Life
65 给约翰的一封信 A Dear John Letter
66 月亮河 Moon river
67 清晨 In The Morning
68 (挥着翅膀的女孩英文原装版)Proud of you
69 不再 No More
70 太年轻 Too Young
71 婚礼 The Wedding
72 玫瑰花园 Rose Garden
73 亲爱的 Sugar, Sugar
74 七天孤独 Seven Lonely Days
75 破晓 Morning Has Broken
76 我不知如何爱他 I Don’t Know How To Love Him
77 世界之顶 Top Of The World
78 我参加你的婚礼 I Went To Your Wedding
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多看一些励志的英文诗歌,为自己加油鼓劲的同时还能提高自己的英语水平,今天读文网小编在这里为大家分享一些励志英文诗歌,希望大家会喜欢这些英文诗歌!
your presence is a gift to the world.
you're unique and one of a kind.
your life can be what you want it to be
take it one day at a time.
focus on your blessings, not your troubles.
and you'll make it through what comes along.
have belief in your ability.
persist, have courage, be strong.
你的存在是献给世界地一份厚礼
你是唯一的,是独一无二的
你想要的生活能成为现实
日子要一天天的过
多关注好事,而不是烦恼
不论有什么困难,你都能克服
相信你的能力
要有毅力、有勇气,要身心坚强
nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
the longer a problem is carried,
the heavier it gets.
don't take things too seriously.
live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
don't put limits on yourself.
your dreams are waiting to be realized.
don't waste time making excuses.
reach for your peak, your goal!
焦虑最浪费精力
问题拖的越久
就变得越沉重
不要事事都太计较
过平静的生活,不要活在悔恨之中
不要自我设限
你的梦想等着你去实现
不要浪费时间找种种借口
攀登你的颠峰,追求你的目标
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假如我又回到了童年,我做事要更有毅力,决不因为事情艰难或者麻烦而撒手不干。我们要光明,就得征服黑暗。毅力在效果上有时能同天才相比。下面是读文网小编整理的我又,欢迎大家阅读!
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.
假如我又回到了童年,我做事要更有毅力,决不因为事情艰难或者麻烦而撒手不干。我们要光明,就得征服黑暗。毅力在效果上有时能同天才相比。俗话说:“能登上金字塔的生物,只有两种——鹰和蜗牛。”
假如我又回到了童年,我就要养成专心致志的习惯;有事在手,就决不让任何东西让我分心。我要牢记:优秀的滑冰手从不试图同时滑向两个不同的方向。如果及早养成这种专心致志的习惯,它将成为我们生命的一部分。我常听成年人说:“虽然我希望能集中注意听牧师讲道或读书,但往往做不到。”而原因就是年轻时没有养成这种习惯。
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.
假如我现在能重新开始我的生命,我就要更注意记忆力的培养。我要采取一切可能的办法,并且在一切可能的场合,增强记忆力。要正确无误地记住一些东西,在开始阶段的确要作出一番小小的努力;但要不了多久,记忆力本身就会起作用,使记忆成为轻而易举的事,只需及早培养,记忆自会成为一种才能。
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.
假如我又回到了童年,我就要培养勇气。一位明智的作家曾说过:“世上没有东西比勇气更温文尔雅,也没有东西比懦怯更残酷无情。”我们常常过多地自寻烦恼,杞人忧天。“怕祸害比祸害本身更可怕。”凡事都有危险,但镇定沉着往往能克服最严重的危险。对一切祸福做好准备,那么就没有什么灾难可以害怕的了。
双语阅读美文: 假如我又回到了童年
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.”
假如我又回到了童年,我就要事事乐观。生活犹如一面镜子:你朝它笑,它也朝你笑;如果你双眉紧锁,向它投以怀疑的目光,它也将还以你同样的目光。内心的欢乐不仅温暖了欢乐者自己的心,也温暖了所有与之接触者的心。“谁拒爱于门外,也必将被爱拒诸门外。”
If I were a boy again, I would school myself to say no more often. I might write pages on the importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
假如我又回到了童年,我就要养成经常说“不”字的习惯。一个少年要能挺得起腰,拒绝做不应该做的事,就因为这事不值得做。我可以写上好几页谈谈早年培养这一点的重要性。
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.
假如我又回到了童年,我就要要求自己对伙伴和朋友更加礼貌,而且对陌生人也应如此。在坎坷的生活道路上,最细小的礼貌犹如在漫长的冬天为我们歌唱的小鸟,那歌声使冰天雪地的寒冬变得较易忍受。
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.
最后,假如我又回到了童年,我不会力图为自己谋幸福,好像这就是人生唯一的目的;与之相反,我要更努力为他人谋幸福。
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
一粒沙里阅世界
And a heaven in a wild flower,
一朵花中觅天堂
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
无穷尽在掌心中
And eternity in an hour.
永恒不过一刻钟
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据统计,2014年英美两国最流行的男生英文名Top10中,只有4个名字是相同的。尤其特别的是,在英国,也许是受到大量移民的影响,默罕默德这一名字排名高居榜首。
1. Sophia 索菲亚。来源于希腊语,意思是智慧。
2. Emily 艾米莉。来源于拉丁语,意思是竞争者。
3. Lily 莉莉。来源于拉丁语,意思是水仙花。
4. Olivia 奥利维亚。来源于拉丁语,意思是橄榄树。
5. Amelia 阿米莉娅。来源于拉丁语,意思是奋斗。
6. Isla 艾拉。来源于苏格兰,Islay是苏格兰的一个岛屿。
7. Isabella 伊莎贝拉。是Elizabeth的意大利语变型,意思是奉献给上帝。
8. Ava 艾娃。来源于拉丁语,意思是鸟。
9. Sophie 苏菲。Sophia的变型,来源于希腊语,意思是智慧。
10. Chloe 蔻伊。来源于希腊语,意思嫩芽。
2014美国最流行女生名Top 10
1. Emma 艾玛。来源于日耳曼语,意思完整、全部。
2. Olivia 奥利维亚。来源于拉丁语,意思是橄榄树。
3. Sophia 索菲亚。来源于希腊语,意思是智慧。
4. Isabella 伊莎贝拉。是Elizabeth的意大利语变型,意思是奉献给上帝。
5. Ava 艾娃。来源于拉丁语,意思是鸟。
6. Mia 米娅。来源于斯堪的纳维亚语,意思是苦。
7. Emily 艾米莉。来源于拉丁语,意思是竞争者。
8. Abigail 阿比盖尔。来源于希伯来语。意思是父亲欣喜。
9. Madison 麦迪逊。来源于英语姓氏,意思是Maud的儿子。
10. Charlotte 夏洛特。是Charles的女性形式,意思是自由人。
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以下是读文网小编整理的哲理类英语美文欣赏:假如给你一支笔 , 希望对你有所启发。
Suppose someone gave you a pen — a sealed, solid-colored pen.
假如有人送你一支笔,一支不可拆卸的单色钢笔。
You couldn't see how much ink it had. It might run dry after the first few tentative words orlast just long enough to create a masterpiece(or several) that would last forever and make adifference in the scheme of things. You don't know before you begin. Under the rules of thegame, you really never know. You have to take a chance!
看不出里面究竟有多少墨水。或许在你试探性地写上几个字后它就会枯干,或许足够用来创作一部影响深远的不朽巨著(或是几部)。而这些,在动笔前,都是无法得知的。 在这个游戏规则下,你真的永远不会预知结果。你只能去碰运气!
Actually, no rule of the game states you must do anything. Instead of picking up and using thepen, you could leave it on a shelf or in a drawer where it will dry up unused. But if you dodecide to use it, what would you do with it? How would you play the game? Would you plan andplan before you ever wrote a word? Would your plans be so extensive that you never even gotto the writing? Or would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it, struggling tokeep up with the twists and turns of the torrents of words that take you where they take you?Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run dry the next moment, orwould you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe) that the pen will write forever andproceed accordingly?
事实上,这个游戏里没有规则指定你必须要做什幺。相反,你甚至可以根本不去动用这支笔,把它扔在书架上或是抽屉里让它的墨水干枯。 但是,如果你决定要用它的话,那么你会用它来做什幺呢?你将怎幺来进行这个游戏呢?你会不写一个字,老是计划来计划去吗?你会不会由于计划过于宏大而来不及动笔呢?或者你只是手里拿着笔,一头扎进去写,不停地写,艰难地随着文字汹涌的浪涛而随波逐流? 你会小心谨慎的写字,好象这支笔在下一个时刻就可能会干枯;还是装做或相信这支笔能够永远写下去而信手写来呢?
And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death? Nothing? Everything?Would you write to please just yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others? Wouldyour strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain? Wouldyou even write? Once you have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would you sketch?Scribble? Doodle or draw? Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if theywere there? Or are they?
你又会用笔写下些什么呢:爱?恨?喜?悲?生?死?虚无?万物?你写作只是为了愉己?还是为了悦人?抑或是借替人书写而愉己?你的落笔会是颤抖胆怯的,还是鲜明果敢的?你的想象会是丰富的还是贫乏的?甚或你根本没有落笔?这是因为,你拿到笔以后,没有哪条规则说你必须写作。也许你要画素描,乱写一气?信笔涂鸦?画画?你会保持写在线内还是线上,还是根本看不到线,即使有线在那里?嗯,真的有线吗?
There's a lot to think about here, isn't there?
这里面有许多东西值得考虑,不是吗?
Now, suppose someone gave you a life...
现在,假如有人给予你一支生命的笔……
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