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Often heard people complain about, why not my face, why so bad weather today, why do I live in such a poor family, why God told me ... ... why should we complain about it complained that it? Life was not all the best, life was not perfect, on the contrary, the ups and downs, is the routine As the saying goes:愁愁a white head; laugh less decade. Do not complain, everyone's life will not be easy, but precisely because of these twists and turns in folding wave, acquired a colorful life.
If we can often look at the issue from another angle, you might easily find themselves still very exciting life. You can not change the face, smile why do not you think about indulgence; you can not change the weather, why do not you change the mood. As the saying goes: after the storm. The same is true of life, after training can often make life wonderful.
China, a writer came to the United States, he saw a flower of the old lady is always very happy, very strange. He would pick a flower asked: Why are you always so happy? Replied the old lady to make the writer stand in amazement. Jesus was crucified is the world's darkest day, three days later to Easter. All the trouble to wait for three days as long as the right not to vanish into thin air? Writer for the old lady answered and moved an old lady could look at this free and easy life, could see so thoroughly to life. King inventors - Edison filament do in order to find the best materials have been done a 1000 experiment many times and failed. Have a laugh at his neighbor: Do you how to do 1000 experiments have failed many times? Edison said: I am not found more than 1000 kinds of inappropriate material filament so it? Edison failed to look at from another angle, am quite sure that it can be the most suitable materials, is precisely because of this self-confidence, they are able to make unremitting efforts, finally successful.
People to love life, love life, to have self-confidence, it is necessary to make unremitting efforts towards the target, like Ai Qing said, Even if we are a candle, wax should be dry before the torch ashes tears; even though we are a match should be at the crucial moment there is a ray of light , if so, will the meaning of our lives, our lives will be able to issue a strange glory. Finally, I had to remind you that in the face of setbacks, do not complain about it complained that the old, and to learn how to transform the issue of perspective, so that life is not susceptible to rain by knockout.
常常听见有人抱怨,为什么我的容颜不是国色天香,为什么今天天气这么糟糕,为什么我生活在这么贫穷的家庭里,为什么老天爷这样对我……为什么要抱怨这抱怨那呢?生活本来就不是事事如意,生活本来就不会十全十美,相反,起起落落,悲欢离合才是家常便饭。俗话说的好:愁一愁,白了头;笑一笑,十年少。不要抱怨,每个人的人生都不会是一帆风顺的,而正是因为有这些波波折折,才练就出异彩纷呈的人生。
如果能常换个角度来看问题,你可能会很容易发现自己的人生照样很精彩。你不能改变容颜,你何不想一想放纵笑容;你不能改变天气,你何不改变心情。俗话说:风雨之后才见彩虹。人生也是如此,历经磨练往往能造就精彩的人生。
中国的一位作家来到美国,他看见一个卖花的老太太总是很高兴,很是奇怪。他就挑了一支花问:“您为什么总是如此的开心呢?”老太太的回答使作家愣住了。“耶稣被钉在十字架上是全世界最黑暗的一天,可三天后就是复活节。一切的烦恼只要等待三天不就烟消云散了吗?”作家为老太太的回答而感动,一位老太太竟能这样洒脱地看待人生,竟能把人生看得如此透彻。发明家大王——爱迪生为了寻找做灯丝的最好材料曾做了1000多次实验,并且都失败了。有一邻居嘲笑他:“你怎么做1000多次实验都失败了?”爱迪生说:“我不是发现了1000多种不合适做灯丝的材料了吗?”爱迪生能换个角度看待失败,深信一定能获得最合适的材料,正因为有这自信,所以能不懈努力,最后终于获得成功。
人要热爱生活,热爱生命,要有自信,要朝着既定目标不懈努力,要像艾青所说的那样,“即使我们是一支蜡烛,也应该蜡炬成灰泪始干;即使我们是一根火柴,也应该在关键时刻有一丝光亮”,如果能这样,那么我们的人生就会意义,我们的人生就能发出异样的光彩。最后要提醒大家,在遇到挫折的时候,不要老报怨这报怨那,而要学会变换角度思考问题,这样就不易被人生的“风雨”所击倒。
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1.Life, free to soar
by Wayne B.Lynn
One windy spring day, I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites.Multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting anddancing. As the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check.
Instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights. Theyshook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow,facing upward and against the wind. As the kites struggled and kept them in tow, facingupward and against the wind. As the kites struggled and trembled against the string, theyseemed to say,” Let me go! Let me go! I want to be free!” they soared beautifully even as theyfought the restriction of the string. Finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose. “Freeat last,” it seemed to say. “Free to fly with the wind.”
Yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. Itfluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string againsta dead bush. ”Free at last”, free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along theground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.
How much like kites we sometimes are. The heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules tofollow from which we can grow and gain strength. Restraint is a necessary counterpart to thewinds of opposition. Some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach theheights we might have obtained. We keep part of the commandment and never rise highenough to get our tails off the ground.
Let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafeunder are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.
自由的代价
在一个有风的春日,我看到一群年轻人正在迎风放风筝玩乐,各种颜色、各种形状和大小的风筝就好像美丽的鸟儿在空中飞舞。当强风把风筝吹起,牵引线就能够控制它们。
风筝迎风飘向更高的地方,而不是随风而去。它们摇摆着、拉扯着,但牵引线以及笨重的尾巴使它们处于控制之中,并且迎风而上。它们挣扎着、抖动着想要挣脱线的束缚,仿佛在说:“放开我!放开我!我想要自由!”即使与牵引线奋争着,它们依然在美丽地飞翔。终于,一只风筝成功挣脱了。“终于自由了,”它好像在说,“终于可以随风自由飞翔了!”
然而,脱离束缚的自由使它完全处于无情微风的摆布下。它毫无风度地震颤着向地面坠落,落在一堆乱草之中,线缠绕在一颗死灌木上。“终于自由”使它自由到无力地躺在尘土中,无助地任风沿着地面将其吹走,碰到第一个障碍物便毫无生命地滞留在那里了。
有时我们真像这风筝啊!上苍赋予我们困境和约束,赋予我们成长和增强实力所要遵从的规则。约束是逆风的必要匹配物。我们中有些人是如此强硬地抵制规则,以至我们从来无法飞到本来能够达到的高度。我们只遵从部分戒律,因此永远不会飞得足够高,使尾巴远离地面。
让我们每个人都飞到高处吧,并且认识到这一点:有些可能会令我们生气的约束,实际上是帮助我们攀升和实现愿望的平衡。
#p#2.A New Look from Borrowed Time
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By Ralph Richmond
Just ten years ago, I sat across the desk from a doctor with a stethoscope. “Yes,” he said, “there is a lesion in the left, upper lobe. You have a moderately advanced case…” I listened, stunned, as he continued, “You’ll have to give up work at once and go to bed. Later on, we’ll see.” He gave no assurances.
Feeling like a man who in mid-career has suddenly been placed under sentence of death with an indefinite reprieve, I left the doctor’s office, walked over to the park, and sat down on a bench, perhaps, as I then told myself, for the last time. I needed to think. In the next three days, I cleared up my affairs; then I went home, got into bed, and set my watch to tick off not the minutes, but the months. 2 ½ years and many dashed hopes later, I left my bed and began the long climb back. It was another year before I made it.
I speak of this experience because these years that past so slowly taught me what to value and what to believe. They said to me: Take time, before time takes you. I realize now that this world I’m living in is not my oyster to be opened but my opportunity to be grasped. Each day, to me, is a precious entity. The sun comes up and presents me with 24 brand new, wonderful hours—not to pass, but to fill.
I’ve learned to appreciate those little, all-important things I never thought I had the time to notice before: the play of light on running water, the music of the wind in my favorite pine tree. I seem now to see and hear and feel with some of the recovered freshness of childhood. How well, for instance, I recall the touch of the springy earth under my feet the day I first stepped upon it after the years in bed. It was almost more than I could bear. It was like regaining one’s citizenship in a world one had nearly lost.
Frequently, I sit back and say to myself, Let me make note of this moment I’m living right now, because in it I’m well, happy, hard at work doing what I like best to do. It won’t always be like this, so while it is I’ll make the most of it—and afterwards, I remember—and be grateful. All this, I owe to that long time spent on the sidelines of life. Wiser people come to this awareness without having to acquire it the hard way. But I wasn’t wise enough. I’m wiser now, a little, and happier.
“Look thy last on all things lovely, every hour.” With these words, Walter de la Mare sums up for me my philosophy and my belief. God made this world—in spite of what man now and then tries to do to unmake it—a dwelling place of beauty and wonder, and He filled it with more goodness than most of us suspect. And so I say to myself, Should I not pretty often take time to absorb the beauty and the wonder, to contribute a least a little to the goodness? And should I not then, in my heart, give thanks? Truly, I do. This I believe.
第二次生命的启示
拉尔夫.里士满
十年前的一天,我坐在一名手持听诊器的医生对面。“你的左肺叶上部确实有一处坏损,而且病情正在恶化”——听到这里,我整个人一下懵了。“你必须停止工作卧床休息,有待观察。”医生对我的病情也是不置可否。
就这样,事业方面方兴未艾的我仿佛突然被人判了死刑,却说不准何时执刑。我离开医生的办公室,来到公园的长椅上坐下。这也许是最后一次来这儿了,我对自己说。我真得好好整理一下思绪。
接下来的三天我把手头的事务全部处理完毕。我回到家,躺到床上,然后把手表从显示分钟改为显示月份。
两年半的时间过去了,在无数次的失望之后,我终于可以离开病床,艰难地向从前的生活状态回归。一年之后,我做到了。
我之所以谈起这段经历,是因为那段度日如年的岁月让我懂得应该珍惜什么,信仰什么。那段岁月让我明白一个道理:牢牢抓住时间,而不是让时间将你套牢。
现在我终于明白,我生活着的这个世界不是等待我去打开的一扇牡蛎,而是需要我去抓住的一个机会。每一天我都视若珍宝,每一轮太阳带给我的崭新的二十四小时都鲜活而精彩,我绝不可将其虚度。
从前,我终日忙碌,无暇顾及生活中某些重要的细节,诸如水波上的光影,松林间的风吟——现在,我终于学会去欣赏它们的美好。
如今,我仿佛重返童年,又觉得自己所见所闻所感的一切都那么新鲜。当我卧床数年后重新将双脚踏在大地上的那一刻,脚下那久违了的松软土壤让我激动得情难自抑,仿佛重新拥有我差一点就失去的世界。
我现在时常舒舒服服地坐着,提醒自己要记住当下的每分每秒,因为现在的我健康、快乐,能努力做自己最爱做的工作。这一切如此美好,却终将消逝,在如此美好的生活消逝之前,我一定要倍加珍惜。在它逝去之后,我会记得曾经拥有的美好,并心存感激。
这一切改变都得益于我在生命边缘徘徊的那几年。智者无需被逼到如此境地也能明白这些道理——可惜我从前太愚钝。现在的我比从前多了几分睿智,我也因此更加快乐。
英国诗人沃尔特·德拉·梅尔曾说过:“时刻记住,最后看一眼所有美好的事物!”这句诗正好总结了我的人生哲学与信仰。上帝创造的这个世界——这个人类时常试图毁灭的世界——是个美丽奇妙的家园。这里充满了上帝所赐予的美好事物,超过我们大多数人的想象。我于是常常自问,难道自己不应该去细细品味这些美丽与奇迹,尽绵薄之力去创造世间的美好吗?难道我不应心存感激吗?我确实应该——这就是我的信仰。
#p#3.I Wish I Could believe
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by C. Day Lewis
"The best lack all conviction,
While the worst are full of passionate intesity."
Those two lines of Yeats for me sum up the matter as it stands today when the very currency of belief seems debased. I was brought up in the Christian church. Later I believed for a while that communism offered the best hope for this world. I acknowledge the need for belief, but I cannot forget how through the ages great faiths have been vitiated by fanaticism and dogmatism, by intolerance and cruelty, by the intellectual dishonesty, the folly, the crankiness or the opportunism of their adherents.
Have I no faith at all, then? Faith is the thing at the core of you, the sediment that's left when hopes and illusions are drained away. The thing for which you make any sacrifice because without it you would be nothing - a mere walking shadow. I know what my own core is. I would in the last resort sacrifice any human relationship, any way of living to the search for truth which produces my poem. I know there are heavy odds against any poem I write surviving after my death. I realize that writing poetry may seem the most preposterously useless thing a man can be doing today. Yet it is just at such times of crisis that each man discovers or rediscovers what he values most. My poet's instinct to make something comes out most strongly then, enabling me to use fear, doubt, even despair as creative stimuli. In doing so, I feel my kinship with humanity, with the common man who carries on doing his job till the bomb falls or the sea closes over him. Carries on because of his belief, however inarticulate, that this is the best thing he can do.
But the poet is luckier than the layman, for his job is always a vacation. Indeed, it's so like a religious vacation that he may feel little need for a religious faith, but because it is always trying to get past the trivial and the transient or to reveal these as images of the essential and the permanent, poetry is at least a kind of spiritual activity.
Men need a religious belief to make sense out of life. I wish I had such a belief myself, but any creed of mine would be honeycombed with confusions and reservations. Yet when I write a poem I am trying to make sense out of life. And just now and then my experience composes and transmutes itself into a poem which tells me something I didn't know I knew.
So for me the compulsion of poetry is the sign of a belief, not the less real for being unformulated ... a belief that men must enjoy life, explore life, enhance life. Each as best he can. And that I shall do these things best through the practice of poetry.
我希望我能相信
塞(西尔)·戴·刘易斯
“优秀的人们信心尽失,
坏蛋们则充满了炽烈的狂热。”
对我来说,叶芝的这两行诗概括了今天的现实,信仰的货币似乎已经贬值了。我是在__的熏陶下长大的。后来有一段时间我相信共产主义给这个世界带来了最大的希望。我承认信仰的必要性,但我无法忘记历代的伟大信仰是如何因其拥护者的狂热、教条、褊狭、残忍、学术欺诈、愚蠢、偏执或机会主义而遭到损害的。
那么,难道我就没有信仰吗?信仰存在于你的心灵深处,当希望和幻想渐渐枯竭,沉淀下来的就是信仰。为了它,你甘愿做出任何牺牲,因为没有它,你的存在就毫无意义——你只不过是一个会行走的影子。我知道我的内心深处有什么。在别无选择的情况下,我愿意牺牲任何人际关系、任何生活方式去寻找使我能创作诗歌的真理。我知道很有可能我写的每一首诗在我死后都不能流传。我也明白诗歌创作在今天或许是一个人所能做的最荒谬、最无用的事情。然而,正是在这样的危难之时,每一个人才能发现或重新发现他最珍视的东西。于是我那诗人渴望创作的本能在胸中涌动,使我能让恐惧、怀疑,甚至绝望激发自己创作。在诗歌创作中,我觉得我和人类,和平凡的人紧密相连,他们坚守着自己的岗位,直到炸弹落下或是海浪席卷而来将他们淹没。坚守是因为他相信这是他最能做的事情,尽管这信仰难以用语言传达。但诗人比普通人幸运,因为他的工作始终是他的天职。他就像肩负着一种宗教使命一样,或许并不需要有宗教信仰,但因为诗歌或是不涉及琐事和瞬息即逝的事物,或是将它们作为本质和永恒的意象,诗歌至少是一种精神活动。
人需要有一种宗教信仰使他的生活有意义。我希望我也能有这样的信仰,但我的任何信念总会充满困惑和保留看法。然而,我写诗就是努力发掘生活的意义。偶尔,我用诗歌表现自己的经历和感受,从中也明白了我不曾意识到自己已经懂得的道理。因此,对我来说,诗歌创作的冲动表现出来的,不是因为不系统而不太真实的东西……而是一种信仰,那就是,人必须享受生活,探索生活的真谛,提高生活的品质。人可各尽其能,而我则通过写诗尽善尽美地完成我的使命。
#p#4.Chain of Love
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"How do you account for your remarkable accomplishment in life?" Queen Victoria of Englandasked Helen Keller. "How do you explain the fact that even though you were both blind anddeaf, you were able to accomplish so much?"
Ms. Keller's answer is a tribute to her dedicated teacher. "If it had not been for Anne Sullivan,the name of Helen Keller would have remained unknown."
According to speaker Zig Ziglar, "Little Annie" Sullivan, as she was called when she was young,was no stranger to hardship. She was almost sightless herself (due to a childhood fever) andwas, at one time, diagnosed as hopelessly "insane" by her by caregivers. She was locked in thebasement of a mental institution outside of Boston. On occasion, Little Annie wouldviolently attack anyone who came near. Most of the time she generally ignored everyone in herpresence.
An elderly nurse believed there was hope, however, and she made it her mission to show love tothe child. Every day she visited Little Annie. For the most part, the child did not acknowledgethe nurse's presence, but she still continued to visit. The kindly woman left cookies for her andspoke words of love and encouragement. She believed Little Annie could recover, if only shewere shown love.
Eventually, doctors noticed a change in the girl. Where they once witnessed anger andhostility, they now noted an emerging gentleness and love. They moved her upstairs whereshe continued to improve. Then the day finally came when this seemingly "hopeless" child wasreleased.
Anne Sullivan grew into a young woman with a desire to help others as she, herself, was helpedby the kindly nurse. It was she who saw the great potential in Helen Keller. She loved her,disciplined her, played with her, pushed her and worked with her until the flickering candlethat was her life became a beacon of light to the world. Anne Sullivan worked wonders inHelen's life; but it was a loving nurse who first believed in Little Annie and lovinglytransformed an uncommunicative child into a compassionate teacher.
"If it had not been for Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would have remainedunknown." But if it had not been for a kind and dedicated nurse, the name of Anne Sullivanwould have remained unknown. And so it goes. Just how far back does the chain ofredemption extend? And how for forward will it lead?
Those you have sought to reach, whether they be in your family or elsewhere, are part of achain of love that can extend through the generations. Your influence on their lives, whether ornot you see results, is immeasurable. Your legacy of dedicated kindness and caring cantransform lost and hopeless lives for years to come.
爱的涟漪
英国维多利女王曾问海伦·凯勒:“ 你一生中获得如此卓越成就的原因是什么?你又聋又盲,你是如何取得如此巨大的成就的?”
凯勒女士将这一切归功于她那赋予奉献精神的老师。“如果没有安妮·沙利文, 海伦凯勒的名字也许永远不会为人所知。”
据金克·金克拉说,小安妮——沙利文幼时的名字——可是没少经历苦难。她自己因为儿时发高烧而几乎双目失明,且一度被看护者们诊断为精神失常,无法医治。她被所在波士顿城外一个精神医院的地下室里。有时,小安妮惠狂暴的攻击每一个靠近她的人,但多数时候她则对身边的每一个人不理不睬。
尽管如此,一位上了年纪的护士认为仍有希望。她把爱护这个孩子作为自己的职责,每天都去看小安妮。大多数时候,这孩子都意识不到护士的存在,但她仍旧不断地去看她。这位好心的女士给孩子留下饼干,对她说鼓励和慈爱的话语。她坚信,只要有爱,小安妮就一定能恢复正常。
终于,医生发现了小姑娘身上的变化。以往他们看到的是愤怒和敌意,但现在看到的确是逐渐显现的温顺和爱意。他们把她搬到了楼上,在那里,她的情况继续好转。终于有一天,这个看来无药可救的孩子出院了。
安妮·沙利文长成了一个大姑娘。她热切地渴望去帮助别人,就像她自己被那位好心的护士帮助一样。正是她看到了身上的潜质。她爱护她,教育她,和她一起玩耍,该她鼓励,和她一起工作,直到她生命微弱的烛光变成了照亮世界的一束强光。安妮·沙利文创造了海伦生命的奇迹,但首先是一位好心的护士相信小安妮,并慈爱的绛一个无法交流的孩子变成了一个有爱心的老师。
“如果没有安妮·沙利文,海伦·凯勒的名字也许永远不为人知。”但是如果没有那个好心且赋予奉献精神的护士,安妮·沙利文的名字也会远不为人所知。这样推下去,这条救助的链条会绵延到哪里?它又会向前延伸多远?
那些你所想到的人,不管他们在你的家里或是其他什么地方,都是这条在几代人间延续的爱的链条上的一环。你对他们生命的影响,不管你是否看到结果,都是无法估量的。你所奉献的爱心与关怀将会在未来的岁月中转变那些处于迷失和绝望之中的生命。
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秋天是一个美丽的季节,很多人都用中文、英文对这个季节进行了描述。下面就和读文网小编一起来看看关于秋天中英文版的散文吧。
Autumn dusk, floating patches of dead leaves. Piece of the falling yellow leaves are always people feel sad and depressed.
Fu Guo Dang Qi autumn slightly leisurely in my mind the layers of memories! Looked forward to, read the. Like an elegant lilies, bursts of fragrance exudes. I know that you want to feel like your taste. Acacia 1000 speech, did not say tears into beads! Autumn is always reminiscent of the lot. Every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely and Liao, I made autumn Sheng-chun Chao! Who suddenly forget that this is a poem. Yes ah, every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely Liao! True that I do not want to have the kind of broad reach of the harbor - "I made the spring towards autumn wins." Maybe I am a sentimental person bar!
Hands on trouser pocket inside, it is so leisurely walk, thoughts fly with. Flew to the clouds, look at Kazamaki云舒, flew to the beach, listening to waves from ebb tide. This is thousands of miles of the Autumn clouds thousands of miles, panoramic view. Is Zaibu Dong Toryu is PASSING! Akin to finding away, the tears look for flowers, the world is to make autumn, full Hitomi bleak. I look forward to gently, but you draw down quietly! I waited quietly, but you drifting away in the tree branches!
You come secretly, so that even in red maple leaf, but also to make it more the storm alone. Cecil cool, so charming the sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn withdrew earlier stage. Your arrival like a beautiful a performance of the first, floating in the earth's heart, floating in a lonely heart, floating in the mind of the Iraqis, floating in the love inside, floating in a farewell, you floating in the lives of all ri! Choice banging every household of the window lattice, are you tapping into everyone's hearts. Reward human music, fluttering autumn leaf Sasa rain.
Past history behind, life is way far apart? Iraqi tears! He cut through language? Autumn Thoughts Amid the tears are like rain. Always felt the rain, yes I am depressed to worry Tuozhao, unrestrained flying. If flying between Pipa Qu sleeves, hit the autumn, bringing more trouble and that little episodes, staid state of mind. Spring flowers residual cardiac deficiencies go, how autumn over vagrant hearts? Desolate Baptist Yin foreign land passengers, pipa-hyun on the full luxuriant desolate.
秋天的黄昏,飘着片片枯叶。片片飘落的黄叶,总是让人感到伤感、忧郁。
秋风微微的扶过荡起我心中悠悠的层层往事!翻阅着、解读着。犹如一朵淡雅的百合花,散发着阵阵清香。我知道那是想你的感觉,想你的味道。相思千言语,未说泪成珠!秋天总是让人想起很多很多。自古逢秋悲寂廖,我言秋日胜春朝!突然忘记这是谁的诗句了。是啊,自古逢秋悲寂廖!我何尝不想有那种阔达的心怀——“我言秋日胜春朝。”或许我就是一个多愁善感的人吧!
手放在裤兜里,就这样悠闲地走着,思绪飞着。飞到云端,看风卷云舒,飞到海边,听浪起潮落。这千里的秋色万里的白云,尽收眼底。却载不动东流的是逝水!山高路遥,泪寻百花,天下尽秋,满眸苍凉。轻轻地我期盼,你却悄悄划落!静静地我等待,你却在枝头飘过!
你偷偷的降临,使枫叶更加地红了,也使它更加的萧瑟孤独了。丝丝凉凉,让娇美的桂花早些退下了秋的舞台。你的到来如一首幽美的古曲,飘在大地的心里,飘在了孤独者的心里,飘在了伊人的心里,飘在了爱情里,飘在了离别里,你飘在了一切的生命里!秋雨敲打着每家每户的窗棂,你叩开了每个人的心扉。赏人间曲,飘飘秋叶洒洒雨。
往事不可追,人生路天南地北?伊人泪!划破何语?秋思如雨绵绵涕。总感觉这雨,是驮着我郁郁的愁,潇洒飞扬。如飞天袖间的琵琶曲,袭着秋风,惹出那滴滴点点,静如止水的心境。春心未尽花残去,秋风怎过荡子心?悲凉浸洇他乡客,琵琶炫上满萋凄。
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National Song
Of the motherland,
You have gone through an extraordinary 55 years,
As long a baby has become the prime of life,
Today, you are full of vitality, and the distribution of vigor and
You have all kinds of hardships, there were laughter.
After a rough and rugged, tomorrow will be better.
In the past 55 years,
You earthshaking changes have taken place,
Your growing prosperity of the people.
Your strength is growing stronger and stronger.
With the combination of the Chinese people the world is your heart ah!
You won the respect of the world's attention.
Now you are our emotions and work hard,
Entering the new century,
Today, in celebrating this festival,
From the heart, I say to you,
Hello,mother !
《国庆颂》
祖国,
你走过了不平凡的55年,
像一个婴儿长成了壮年,
今日您正充满活力,散发着蓬勃的朝气,
您有过磨难,也有过欢笑.
历经了崎岖坎坷,明天将更加美好.
55年来,
你发生了翻天覆地的变化,
你的人民日益富强.
您的国力日益强大.
你凝聚了天下炎黄子孙的心啊!
您赢得了世界尊重的目光.
现在您正意气奋发,
走进了新的世纪,
今天,在这欢庆的节日里,
我从心底里向您说一声,
祖国,您好!
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A Promise of Spring
Early in the spring, about a month before my grandpa's stroke, I began walking for an hour every afternoon. Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa. At eighty-six, Grandpa was still quite a gardener, so I always watched for his earliest blooms and each new wave of spring flowers.
I was especially interested in flowers that year because I was planning to landscape my own yard and I was eager to get Grandpa's advice. I thought I knew pretty much what I wanted — a yard full of bushes and plants that would bloom from May till November.
It was right after the first rush of purple violets in the lawns and the sudden blaze of forsythia that spring that Grandpa had a stroke. It left him without speech and with no movement on his left side. The whole family rallied to Grandpa. We all spent many hours by his side. Some days his eyes were eloquent — laughing at our reported mishaps, listening alertly, revealing painful awareness of his inability to care for himself. There were days, too, when he slept most of the time, overcome with the weight of his approaching death.
As the months passed, I watched the growing earth with Grandpa's eyes. Each time I was with him, I gave him a garden report. He listened, gripping my hand with the sure strength and calm he had always had. But he could not answer my questions. The new flowers would blaze, peak, fade, and die before I knew their names.
Grandpa's illness held him through the spring and on, week by week, through summer. I began spending hours at the local nursery, studying and choosing seeds and plants. It gave me special joy to buy plants I had seen in Grandpa's garden and give them humble starts in my own garden. I discovered Sweet William, which I had admired for years in Grandpa's garden without knowing its name. And I planted it in his honor.
As I waited and watched in the garden and by Grandpa's side, some quiet truths emerged. I realized that Grandpa loved flowers that were always bloom; he kept a full bed of roses in his garden. But I noticed that Grandpa left plenty of room for the brief highlights. Not every nook of his garden was constantly in bloom. There was always a treasured surprise tucked somewhere.
I came to see, too, that Grandpa's garden mirrored his life. He was a hard worker who understood the law of the harvest. But along with his hard work, Grandpa knew how to enjoy each season, each change. We often teased him about his life history. He had written two paragraphs summarizing fifty years of work, and a full nine pages about every trip and vacation he'd ever taken.
In July, Grandpa worsened. One hot afternoon arrived when no one else was at his bedside. He was glad to have me there, and reached out his hand to pull me close.
I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November. Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most. To really enjoy a garden, you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden, each in its own season.
His eyes listened to every word. Then, another discovery: "If I want a garden like yours, Grandpa, I'm going to have to work." His grin laughed at me, and his eyes teased me.
"Grandpa, in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom. Chrysanthemums and roses." Tears clouded both our eyes. Neither of us feared this last flower of fall, but the wait for spring seems longest in November. We knew how much we would miss each other.
Sitting there, I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us. He had never spoken of his testimony to me, but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew. I knew he knew.
"Grandpa," I began — and his grip tightened as if he knew what I was going to say — "I want you to know that I have a testimony. I know the Savior lives. I bear witness to you that Joseph Smith is a prophet. I love the Restoration and joy in it." The steadiness in Grandpa's eyes told how much he felt it too. "I bear witness that President Kimball is a prophet. I know the Book of Mormon is true, Grandpa. Every part of me bears this witness."
"Grandpa," I added quietly, "I know our Father in Heaven loves you." Unbidden, unexpected, the Spirit bore comforting, poignant testimony to me of our Father's love for my humble, quiet Grandpa.
A tangible sense of Heavenly Father's compassionate awareness of Grandpa's suffering surrounded us and held us. It was so personal and powerful that no words were left to me — only tears of gratitude and humility, tears of comfort.
Grandpa and I wept together.
It was the end of August when Grandpa died, the end of summer. As we were choosing flowers from the florist for Grandpa's funeral, I slipped away to Grandpa's garden and walked with my memories of columbine and Sweet William. Only the tall lavender and white phlox were in bloom now, and some baby's breath in another corner.
On impulse, I cut the prettiest strands of phlox and baby's breath and made one more arrangement for the funeral. When they saw it, friends and family all smiled to see Grandpa's flowers there. We all felt how much Grandpa would have liked that.
The October after Grandpa's death, I planted tulip and daffodil bulbs, snowdrops, crocuses, and bluebells. Each bulb was a comfort to me, a love sent to Grandpa, a promise of spring.
早春时节,大约在爷爷中风前的一个月,我开始每天下午散步一个小时。有些日子,我会步行向南穿过四个街区去看望爷爷奶奶。八十六岁的爷爷仍然是一个杰出的花匠,因此我总是观察着他最早盛开的花,以及一片又一片春的花海。
那年,我打算把自己的小院美化一下,因此对花特别感兴趣,期望能够得到爷爷的指导。我以为自己知道究竟需要什么——满院子花草树木,从五月一直开到十一月。
那年春天,就是在草坪里第一丛紫罗兰和突然盛开的鲜艳连翘出现后,爷爷得了中风。他嘴巴不能说话了,身体的左半部分也不能动。家里所有人都来看望爷爷,我们都花了大量的时间陪在他身边。有几天,他眼睛很有神——笑我们所汇报来的不幸,听我们说话也很机警,并说他不能料理自己心里感觉很痛苦。有时候,他一整天都出在睡眠的状态,而且体重也有所增加,随时可能有生命危险。
随着时间的推移,几个月过去了。我像爷爷一样望着地上长出来的东西。每次我和他在一起,我都要向他汇报一下花园的情况。他一边听着,一边用平静地用他一贯的力量紧握着我的手。然而,他无法回答我的问题。因此,很多花朵绽放、憔悴、凋谢和死亡,我甚至都不知道他们的名字。
从春季开始,爷爷就一直受疾病的折磨,一直持续到夏季。我开始料理当地的苗圃,研究选择种子和植株。我买了些曾在爷爷的花园里见过的树木,尽心尽力地种在了我自己的花园里,这给我带来很特别的快乐。我在爷爷的花园里发现了我喜欢多年的美洲石竹,以前一直不知道它的名字,现在我以爷爷的名誉栽下了它。
当我守护在爷爷身边的时候,一些真理静静地涌现。我知道爷爷深爱着那些繁盛的花草;在他的花园里,他种了一苗圃的玫瑰。不过,我也发现爷爷留了很多空地方,只为了能够让光线照进来。花园里并不是每个角落都经常有花开放,但总有一个接一个的惊喜从某个地方冒出来。
我也发现爷爷的花园是他一生的真实写照。他是一个勤劳的工人,他理解收获的规律。但是说起他的辛勤劳动,他又是一个知道如何享受四季和变化的人,我们经常拿他的过去开玩笑。他写了两段文字概述了他五十年的工作。其中,足足有九页文字记载的是他的每次旅行和假期。
七月,爷爷的病情恶化了。有一天下午天气很炎热,没有人在爷爷身边。只有我在,他很高兴,就伸出他的手把我抱得紧紧的。
我把我所学到的告诉了爷爷——很少有花能从五月开到十一月,绝大多部分花最多开一个月。为了真正达到欣赏花园的目的,你必须在每个角落都种上花,丛丛花儿开放,把花园装扮得非常漂亮,每个角落都有四季。
他用眼睛认真地倾听着我的每句话,另一个发现是:“爷爷,如果我想要我的花园像你的花园话,我必须去工作。”他对着我笑,漏出了牙齿,眼神也在嬉笑我。
“爷爷,现在菊花正在开放,菊花和玫瑰花都在开放。”我们俩的眼里都盈满了泪花,我们都不害怕最后一朵花凋谢,但在十一月等待春天未免有点太长了,我们都知道我们会非常想念对方的。
我坐在那里,突然感到我能给爷爷的最好礼物是说出我们之间的承诺。他从来没有对我说起他的承诺,但我从来没有质疑过的就是他人生中的这一部分,如果爷爷知道的话。我知道他所知道的。
“爷爷,”我开始说——他嘴唇紧闭,好像知道我要说什么似的——“我想要你知道我有一个承诺。我知道救世主是存在的,我向你作证约瑟夫•史密斯是个预言家。我爱王政复辟时代,也很希望能加入它。”爷爷坚定的眼神也告诉了我他也有如此强烈的感受。“我向你作证金博尔总统是一个预言家。爷爷,我知道《魔门经》是真的,我拿整个人来向你作证。”
“爷爷,”我语气平和地又说了一句,“我知道我们的上帝是爱你的。”我爷爷地位卑微,但人很平和,我不假思索地意外地想到这种精神给我带来了上帝对爷爷的热爱。
上帝对爷爷所遭受的苦难表示了很大的同情,这种意识一直环绕和支持着我们。这种自我意识是如此有力,以至我无法用语言将其描述——只有感恩和谦恭,还有安慰的泪水。
爷爷和我都流下了眼泪。
八月底,也是夏季即将过去的时候,爷爷还是走了。当大家在花店为爷爷的葬礼选择葬花时,我悄悄地离开来到爷爷的花园。走在花园里,回忆着那些耧斗菜和美洲石竹,现在只有熏衣草和白色夹竹桃在开花,另一个角落里还开放着一些满天星。
一时心血来潮,我把最漂亮的几束夹竹桃和满天星剪了下来,给爷爷葬礼增添了一份装扮。看到这些花的时候,亲友们都因为看到爷爷的花而露出微笑。我们都知道爷爷一定会很喜欢那些花儿的。
在爷爷去世后的十月,我种了一些郁金香、水仙、雪花莲、番红花及蓝铃花。每一个花苞对我来说都是一种安慰,都是给爷爷的一份爱,都是春天的一份承诺。
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Unconsciously, floating in the air and to the spring, green in the hills gradually rekindled the fiery Spring, Alexa wearing heavy winter cold. Gentle wind holding moist aromatic, and the wind blowing gently, it was the spring of melody.
What is the spring is the bright spring breeze, soft cool and bright, in the quiet forest mapping, lingering melody Gone with the Wind Pro descended, accompanied by songs in the hope that the sun rising. Spring is the Wind light rain, mist cage scent waterside living shadow of life in this hazy atmosphere born breeds.
Green, green everywhere. Green grass, green trees, green forest, green world. Look! Shine in the sun under the trees, just like picture on the green stream For Lin.
Look! Green hillside full of flowers of different colors of like to hill covered with a piece of carpet color is still a small butterflies and flowers play it! Distribute these spend out The fragrance, which lead to a naive young girl, her clothes with a very coordinated, small-cap blue-yellow skirt Red Shoes, at first glance to, just like spring in the Little Angels. Empoasca may also reveal the flow of rain pearls , has just been like a spring rain. a drop of water around a big girl, Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind ah ah, blown by a beautiful scenery and beautiful place. here out of the new leaves of the trees also grow the green of leaves, tall and straight Several big leaves of the trees above the branches have been . a spring breeze blowing, shaking with its pattern of braided green, singing the melody of spring.
Spring girl wearing a green dress, quietly in the land of green. The spring of melody in the spring at the foot of the girl rang. Chun simple and natural in her life, to arouse the awe-inspiring human life heroic, so full of hope to life . forget when experiencing setbacks like tearing pain, forget the loneliness, the falling ice bleak penetrate to the bone-like. so that the lives of music, the melody never spring: flower flowers all over the sky to fly, the young die hard youth without any regrets , come spring to spring, the same young hearts.
不知不觉,春飘然而至,在渐渐泛绿的山丘上燃起了如火的春色,灼穿了冬日的沉沉寒意.轻柔的风夹着湿润的芳香,轻轻拂过,那是春的旋律.
春是什么春是那明月清风,柔媚清朗,在苔痕映照的静寂林间,清冽缠绵的旋律翩然飘临,希望伴着歌声在阳光中冉冉升起.春是那淡雨疏风,薄雾浓云,笼住水边清香的荫影,生命在这朦胧凄迷的氛围中孕育而生.
绿,到处是一片绿.绿的草,绿的树,绿的林,绿的世界.看!在阳光照耀下的树林,就像画卷上翠绿欲流的林海.
快看!绿色的山坡上开满了含苞欲放的各色小花,像给山冈铺上了一块彩色的绒毯······一只小蝴蝶还在和花儿嬉戏呢!这些花散发出来的芬芳,引来了一个天真的小姑娘,她衣服搭配的很协调,黄裙蓝帽小红鞋,乍一看去,就像春天里的小天使.绿叶还流着露似珍珠的雨滴,像是刚下过一场春雨.一滴大水珠包住了小姑娘,飘啊飘啊,飘到了一处风景秀丽,环境幽雅的地方.这里的树木抽出了新芽,也长出了嫩绿的叶子,几株高大挺拔的桑树上面的桑叶已经缀满枝头.一阵春风吹来,柳叶晃动着它那嫩绿的辫子,歌唱着春天的旋律.
春姑娘穿着绿色的衣裙,悄悄地走在绿色的大地上.春的旋律在春姑娘的脚下响了起来.春以她纯朴和自然的气息,唤起人类生命中的凛然豪气,让生命充满希望.忘却在经受挫折时撕裂般的痛楚,忘却在孤独时,寒星跌落冰河般的彻骨凄凉.让生活的乐谱,永远奏着春的旋律:漫天的花谢花飞,难改青春的年少无悔,岁月的春去春来,不变的是年轻的心.
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Springs are not always the same. In some years, April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap - and all the stage is filled at once, whole choruses of tulips, arabesques of forsythia, cadenzas of flowering plum. The trees grow leaves overnight.
In other years, spring tiptoes in. It pauses, overcome by shyness, like my grandchild at the door, peeping in, ducking out of sight, giggling in the hallway. “I know you’re out there,” I cry. “Come in!” And April slips into our arms.
The dogwood bud, pale green, is inlaid with russet markings. Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled. One examines the bud in awe: Where were those seeds a month ago? The apples display their milliner’s scraps of ivory silk, rose-tinged. All the sleeping things wake up - primrose, baby iris, blue phlox. The earth warms - you can smell it, feel it, crumble April in your hands.
Look to the rue anemone, if you will, or the pea patch, or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street. This is how it was, is now, and ever shall be, the world without end. In the serene certainty of spring recurring, who can fear the distant fall?
春不总是千篇一律的。有时候,四月一个健步就跃上了弗吉尼亚的小山丘。顿时,整个舞台活跃起来:郁金香们引吭高歌,连翘花翩翩起舞,梅花表演起了独奏。树木也在一夜之间披上了新绿。
有时候,春又悄然来临。它欲前又止,羞涩腼腆,就像我的小孙女,倚在门口,偷偷往里瞅,又一下子跑开了,不见踪影,从门厅传出她咯咯的笑声。我喊一声:“我知道你在那儿,进来吧!”于是四月便倏地一下飞进我们怀中。
山茱萸的花骨朵儿嫩绿嫩绿的,镶着赤褐色的花边。在那漂亮的花萼里,竟稳稳地簇拥着十几颗小种子。我们不禁要惊羡地问一句:一个月前这些种子还在哪儿呢?苹果树则像卖帽人,向人们展示他帽子上那一片片微带点玫瑰红地乳白色丝缎。所有熟睡的都醒了——樱草花、小蝴蝶花、蓝夹竹桃。大地也暖和起来了——你可以闻到四月的气息,感觉到它那股馨香,把它捧在手中赏玩。
去看看白头翁花,如果你愿意,再去看看豌豆畦,或是那倔强地手臂伸过城市街道的野花。它们从前是这样,现在是这样,将来还会是这样,这是个永不停息的世界。当我们发现,春已切切实实地回来了,在恬静之中,谁还会害怕遥远的秋天呢?
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Recovery of all things spring, spring rain Sasa it like a fluttering gently footsteps of the painter, a Buliu Shen it has to every corner of the earth printed on a color.
春天万物复苏,春雨飘飘洒洒它像一个脚步轻轻的画家,一不留神它已经把大地每一个角落都印上了色彩.
Field, flower garden, the forest have a girl left behind traces of the spring, she decorated in earth Huanran, a new, beautiful and peaceful
田野上,花圃上,森林里都有着春姑娘留下足迹,她把大地装饰得涣然一新,美丽,祥和
Lovely girl-chun, strode the world came to light steps, and that picture will be a very lively scene in all directions then came, the whole world like a long sleep just wakened up.
可爱的春姑娘,迈着轻盈的步子来到人间,那一片生机的景象便随之来到四面八方,整个世界像刚从一个漫长的睡梦中苏醒过来。
fields confusing wheat green, I looked boundless, as if the green wave. That golden wild flowers, in the Green Wave in flash.
田野上,麦苗返青,一望无边,仿佛绿色的波浪。那金黄色的野菜花,在绿波中闪光。
Spring makes everything young again except man.
春天使万物重返青春,除了人之外。
A single flower does not make a spring.
一花独放不是春,百花齐放春满园。
Spring returns to the earth. (或:Spring is here again.)
大地回春。
Spring makes everything young again except man.
春天使万物重返青春,除了人之外。
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多阅读一些英语散文,对于我们英语阅读能力的提高会有所帮助,今天读文网小编在这里为大家分享一些英语散文名篇欣赏,希望大家会喜欢英语美文!
A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as Christmas present. On Christmas eve, when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was looking around the shining new car, admiring it.
我有个朋友,保罗,在圣诞节那天收到了一份来自他哥哥的礼物,一辆轿车。在圣诞前夜,当保罗从他的办公室走出来时,一个街头顽童正围着他的新车打转地看,非常羡慕。
"Is this your car, Mister?" he said.
“这是您的汽车吗,先生?”他说。
Paul nodded, "My brother gave it to me for Christmas."
保罗点了点头,“我哥哥给我的圣诞礼物。
The boy was astounded, "You mean your brother gave it to you, and didn't cost you anything?"
小男孩诧异了,“你是说你哥哥给你的,不用花你一分钱?”
"Boy, I wish..." he hesitated.
“兄弟,我希望...”他迟疑了。
Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he has a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paull all the way down his heels.
保罗当然清楚他希望什么,他希望他也有个那样的哥哥。但这个小家伙说的话,使保罗大吃了一惊。
"I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that."
“我希望,”小男孩继续说道,“我可以做一个那样的哥哥。”
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then inpulsivly he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my car?"
保罗惊奇地看着小男孩,然后激动地说了句,“你想不想做我的车去兜兜风?”
"Oh, yes. I'd love that."
“哦,想!我喜欢!”
After a short ride, the boy turned his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?"
跑了一小段路后,小男孩眼光水灵闪闪地说道,“先生,您可以把车开到我家门前吗?”
Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbours that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again.
保罗微微一笑。他觉得他知道这个小家伙想要干什么,他想要向他的邻居炫耀他可以坐一辆大汽车回家。但是,保罗又一次想错了。
"Would you stop at those with two steps?" the boy asked.
“您可以在那有两个台阶的房子前停下吗?” 小男孩问道。
He ran up stairs. Then in a little while, Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He set him down on the bottom step. Then a sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.
他跑着上楼去了。然后一小会儿,保罗听到他回来的脚步声,但他没再用跑的了。保罗看见他正搀扶着他的跛脚的弟弟,他扶着他坐在最底层的台阶上,然后拥抱着他,指着这部车。
"There she is, buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and didn't cost hime a cent. And some day, I'm gonna give you one just like it. Then you can see for yourself all the prettiest things in the windows that I was trying to tell you about."
“小弟,那就是我在楼上跟你说的那部车。他哥哥给他的圣诞礼物,不用花他一分钱。将来某天我也要给你一部像那样的车,那样你就可以自己去看我以前尽力想让你知道的那些窗边的圣诞饰品了。”
Paul got off and lifted the lad into the front of his car. The shinning eyed old brother crimbed in beside him. And three of them began a memorable holiday ride.
保罗下车把跛脚的小孩抱上了车的前座,他的眼睛水灵灵的哥哥爬上了车,坐到了他旁边。然后他们三个开始一段令人难忘的旅程。
That Christmas eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant, when he said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive..."
那个圣诞前夜,保罗收获了很多,他真正体会了耶稣所说的那句话,“施舍比接受更有福...”
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春天又称春季,是一年中的第一个季节,是万物复苏的季节。在北半球为公历3——5月份,而在南半球则从9——11月,如澳大利亚。那么,你知道春天的英文单词是什么吗?
春天嫩芽初绽。
The new buds appear in the spring.
春天里万物欣欣向荣。
Nature is at its best in spring.
春天使大地复苏。
Spring renews the earth.
春天的时候,乡村一片青葱碧绿。
The country is very green in spring.
每年春天河水把山谷淹没。
Every spring the river floods the valley.
春天来了。
Spring is here.
春天的英文单词
这些美丽的银杏树给春天增添了色彩,使春天变得更美丽了。
These beautiful ginkgo trees add spring color to make a more beautiful spring.
春天就要来了,你就像春天相同清新可人。
You are not as refreshing as the upcoming spring.
我希望这个春天,是你的,或者想要是你体验过的最美好的春天。
I hope that this spring is or is going to be the best spring you have ever had.
种子在春天发芽。
Seeds germinate in the spring.
今年春天这棵老树长出了新枝。
The old tree sprouted in this spring.
春天冰雪融化,使河水泛滥淹没了那地区。
The spring thaw caused the river to deluge the region.
花朵在春天显露其多姿多彩。
In spring the flowers disclose their colours.
我喜欢春天。
I like spring.
我们每个春天都作诗。
We do it every spring.
它刀劈般穿过春天的天空接近我们的飞机。
It knifed through the spring air toward our plane.
你应该在今年春天第一次看到它们盛开的时候就挖一些的。
You should have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring.
通过在礼服上装饰了春天的花环,他在某种程度上做到了。
He did this in part by embroidering the gown with garlands of spring flowers.
对于我们这些生活在寒冷的北部的人们来说,我们相信,春天总有一天会到来 。
For those of us in the colder north - spring may actually arrive one day. You’llhave to forgive me.
反正无论如何,我这次又看了,在春天的时候。
So anyway, I did that this time, back in the Spring.
这就是我今年春天承诺的“百分之一方案”。
This is the “One Percent Solution” I proposed this Spring.
在2008年她录制了这首“我梦想着春天”。
She recorded "I Dream of Spring" in 2008.
而且,夏娃不正是在伊甸园永恒的春天里完成人类的堕落的吗?
Moreover, did not Eve accomplish the Fall of Man in the eternal spring of Eden?
这下你知道了吧? 在哪天才是春天的第一天这个问题上,确实有两个答案。
So you see, there are really two answers to the question when is the first day ofspring.
这么说你要推荐春天或者秋天?
So you would recommend spring or autumn?
这里就有一个例子,即歌曲《这也可能是春天》。
Here is one example, "It Might as Well Be Spring".
如果自然听到了我们所说的知足的话语,江河就不去寻求大海,冬天就不会变成春天。
Should nature heed what we say of contentment no river would seek the sea, and no winter would turn to Spring.
这也是今天我们(付出代价后)在巴黎仍能享受春天的原因。
Which is why, at a price, we still have Paris in springtime.
同时他们还承诺不放弃那些在阿拉伯春天的革命中为民主斗争的抗议者。
They also promised not to abandon the protesters fighting for democracy in theArab spring.
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Each spring, the urge to plant something—a flower or vegetable or anything that would blossom and produce—pulled at her. It must have been a legacy from her grandmother who had, long ago, kept a garden of small and neat proportions.
There had been cabbage-sized roses and delicate white pea blossoms. And in the fertile earth hid golden carrot spears and round white onions, layered and pearly.
The garden gave forth its best from early spring, when the frost still powdered the ground, until late autumn amidst the flaming leaves. And Alice came to believe her grandmother had found the secret to life itself buried deep in the soft black earth.
There had been space and light for things to grow at her grandmother’s house—unlike here in the city where even weeds had a difficult time breaking through the ever-present asphalt.
There was no place for Alice to grow even a single flower—not in front of the brownstone building, where angled cracks only hinted at the earth below, not inside her small dark apartment where the life-giving sunlight would have to traverse an impossibly long distance just to reach her grimy windows.
She had tried, that first year she had come to the city, when hope blossomed in her heart and the future seemed filled with promise. She had carried to her rooms a red clay pot of patio tomatoes, guaranteed to produce scarlet globes hanging in abundance from the dark green stems.
But the lack of sunlight and fresh air turned the green to faded brown, and by summer’s end, the tomatoes themselves were shriveled and misshapen—a nightmare version of what nature intended.
Alice threw the plant away, and never brought home another. Instead, every spring, when the desire for life burned in her, she would stop at the flower sellers waiting patiently outside the subway entrance and buy armfuls of freesias and roses and carnations.
Tenderly, she would carry the paper-wrapped bundle home, to arrange the fragrant rootless blossoms in a crystal vase to die.
译文:春天
每到春天,艾丽丝便渴望种点什么——鲜花,或蔬菜或一切能开花能生长的东西。很久以前,从她祖母那儿遗留下来一个整洁的小花园。
那里,春季的时候,簇簇洋白菜大的玫瑰和丛丛散发着幽香的雪白的豌豆花竞相开放。肥沃的土地下埋藏着金色的胡萝卜的幼苗以及珍珠样又白又圆的洋葱。
早春的花园冲破严寒霜冻,把最美的景色带给人间,晚秋时节则呈现在一片火红的树叶中。艾丽丝确信祖母已经发现深埋在柔软的黑色土地下的生命本身的秘密。
祖母的房屋外面有足够的空间和阳光适合植物的生长,不像这城市里,种子要从布满沥青的地上破土而出非常艰难。
在城里,爱丽丝找不出一点地方哪怕是种一株花,褐石房屋外面不行,那里只是从房屋之间的夹缝中透进少许的阳光,在她狭小而黑暗的公寓更不行,哺育生命的阳光不可能穿过那么远的距离,最多只能到达昏暗的窗户。
来到城里的第一年,她曾努力去尝试,那时她心中充满希望,对未来似乎也有点盼头。她种了一砵西红柿放在房间外的露台上,里面盛满红色的粘土,指望那深绿的枝桠上定会挂满又圆又红的果实。
但是因为缺乏阳光和新鲜空气,绿叶褪变成了褐色,直到夏末,西红柿也变得干瘪且畸形,当初的美好愿望成了一场空。
爱丽丝扔掉西红柿,从今往后不往家里带任何其它的植物了。然而,每当春天来临,她的心里依然充满对生命的渴望,她耐心地等在地铁入口处,流连于卖花人面前,买了一大束小苍兰、玫瑰和康乃馨,抱在臂弯里。
她小心翼翼地捧着这束用纸包装好的花回了家,把这芬芳的无根的鲜花插在水晶瓶子里,直到枯萎。
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在散文的短小篇幅中,虽然没有像小说一样复杂的故事情节和细致的人物刻画,也没有像戏剧一样大起大落的矛盾冲突,但散文凭借精巧的谋篇布局,巧妙的措辞选景,来渲染气氛,创造意境,从而体现出它独特的风格。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关春天的英语散文:春天的承诺,欢迎大家阅读!
Early in the spring, about a month before my grandpa's stroke, I began walking for an hour every afternoon. Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa. At eighty-six, Grandpa was still quite a gardener, so I always watched for his earliest blooms and each new wave of spring flowers.
I was especially interested in flowers that year because I was planning to landscape my own yard and I was eager to get Grandpa's advice. I thought I knew pretty much what I wanted — a yard full of bushes and plants that would bloom from May till November.
It was right after the first rush of purple violets in the lawns and the sudden blaze of forsythia that spring that Grandpa had a stroke. It left him without speech and with no movement on his left side. The whole family rallied to Grandpa. We all spent many hours by his side. Some days his eyes were eloquent — laughing at our reported mishaps, listening alertly, revealing painful awareness of his inability to care for himself. There were days, too, when he slept most of the time, overcome with the weight of his approaching death.
As the months passed, I watched the growing earth with Grandpa's eyes. Each time I was with him, I gave him a garden report. He listened, gripping my hand with the sure strength and calm he had always had. But he could not answer my questions. The new flowers would blaze, peak, fade, and die before I knew their names.
Grandpa's illness held him through the spring and on, week by week, through summer. I began spending hours at the local nursery, studying and choosing seeds and plants. It gave me special joy to buy plants I had seen in Grandpa's garden and give them humble starts in my own garden. I discovered Sweet William, which I had admired for years in Grandpa's garden without knowing its name. And I planted it in his honor.
As I waited and watched in the garden and by Grandpa's side, some quiet truths emerged. I realized that Grandpa loved flowers that were always bloom; he kept a full bed of roses in his garden. But I noticed that Grandpa left plenty of room for the brief highlights. Not every nook of his garden was constantly in bloom. There was always a treasured surprise tucked somewhere.
I came to see, too, that Grandpa's garden mirrored his life. He was a hard worker who understood the law of the harvest. But along with his hard work, Grandpa knew how to enjoy each season, each change. We often teased him about his life history. He had written two paragraphs summarizing fifty years of work, and a full nine pages about every trip and vacation he'd ever taken.
In July, Grandpa worsened. One hot afternoon arrived when no one else was at his bedside. He was glad to have me there, and reached out his hand to pull me close.
I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November. Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most. To really enjoy a garden, you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden, each in its own season.
His eyes listened to every word. Then, another discovery: "If I want a garden like yours, Grandpa, I'm going to have to work." His grin laughed at me, and his eyes teased me.
"Grandpa, in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom. Chrysanthemums and roses." Tears clouded both our eyes. Neither of us feared this last flower of fall, but the wait for spring seems longest in November. We knew how much we would miss each other.
Sitting there, I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us. He had never spoken of his testimony to me, but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew. I knew he knew.
"Grandpa," I began — and his grip tightened as if he knew what I was going to say — "I want you to know that I have a testimony. I know the Savior lives. I bear witness to you that Joseph Smith is a prophet. I love the Restoration and joy in it." The steadiness in Grandpa's eyes told how much he felt it too. "I bear witness that President Kimball is a prophet. I know the Book of Mormon is true, Grandpa. Every part of me bears this witness."
"Grandpa," I added quietly, "I know our Father in Heaven loves you." Unbidden, unexpected, the Spirit bore comforting, poignant testimony to me of our Father's love for my humble, quiet Grandpa.
A tangible sense of Heavenly Father's compassionate awareness of Grandpa's suffering surrounded us and held us. It was so personal and powerful that no words were left to me — only tears of gratitude and humility, tears of comfort.
Grandpa and I wept together.
It was the end of August when Grandpa died, the end of summer. As we were choosing flowers from the florist for Grandpa's funeral, I slipped away to Grandpa's garden and walked with my memories of columbine and Sweet William. Only the tall lavender and white phlox were in bloom now, and some baby's breath in another corner.
On impulse, I cut the prettiest strands of phlox and baby's breath and made one more arrangement for the funeral. When they saw it, friends and family all smiled to see Grandpa's flowers there. We all felt how much Grandpa would have liked that.
The October after Grandpa's death, I planted tulip and daffodil bulbs, snowdrops, crocuses, and bluebells. Each bulb was a comfort to me, a love sent to Grandpa, a promise of spring.
早春时节,大约在爷爷中风前的一个月,我开始每天下午散步一个小时。有些日子,我会步行向南穿过四个街区去看望爷爷奶奶。八十六岁的爷爷仍然是一个杰出的花匠,因此我总是观察着他最早盛开的花,以及一片又一片春的花海。
那年,我打算把自己的小院美化一下,因此对花特别感兴趣,期望能够得到爷爷的指导。我以为自己知道究竟需要什么——满院子花草树木,从五月一直开到十一月。
那年春天,就是在草坪里第一丛紫罗兰和突然盛开的鲜艳连翘出现后,爷爷得了中风。他嘴巴不能说话了,身体的左半部分也不能动。家里所有人都来看望爷爷,我们都花了大量的时间陪在他身边。有几天,他眼睛很有神——笑我们所汇报来的不幸,听我们说话也很机警,并说他不能料理自己心里感觉很痛苦。有时候,他一整天都出在睡眠的状态,而且体重也有所增加,随时可能有生命危险。
随着时间的推移,几个月过去了。我像爷爷一样望着地上长出来的东西。每次我和他在一起,我都要向他汇报一下花园的情况。他一边听着,一边用平静地用他一贯的力量紧握着我的手。然而,他无法回答我的问题。因此,很多花朵绽放、憔悴、凋谢和死亡,我甚至都不知道他们的名字。
从春季开始,爷爷就一直受疾病的折磨,一直持续到夏季。我开始料理当地的苗圃,研究选择种子和植株。我买了些曾在爷爷的花园里见过的树木,尽心尽力地种在了我自己的花园里,这给我带来很特别的快乐。我在爷爷的花园里发现了我喜欢多年的美洲石竹,以前一直不知道它的名字,现在我以爷爷的名誉栽下了它。
当我守护在爷爷身边的时候,一些真理静静地涌现。我知道爷爷深爱着那些繁盛的花草;在他的花园里,他种了一苗圃的玫瑰。不过,我也发现爷爷留了很多空地方,只为了能够让光线照进来。花园里并不是每个角落都经常有花开放,但总有一个接一个的惊喜从某个地方冒出来。
我也发现爷爷的花园是他一生的真实写照。他是一个勤劳的工人,他理解收获的规律。但是说起他的辛勤劳动,他又是一个知道如何享受四季和变化的人,我们经常拿他的过去开玩笑。他写了两段文字概述了他五十年的工作。其中,足足有九页文字记载的是他的每次旅行和假期。
七月,爷爷的病情恶化了。有一天下午天气很炎热,没有人在爷爷身边。只有我在,他很高兴,就伸出他的手把我抱得紧紧的。
我把我所学到的告诉了爷爷——很少有花能从五月开到十一月,绝大多部分花最多开一个月。为了真正达到欣赏花园的目的,你必须在每个角落都种上花,丛丛花儿开放,把花园装扮得非常漂亮,每个角落都有四季。
他用眼睛认真地倾听着我的每句话,另一个发现是:“爷爷,如果我想要我的花园像你的花园话,我必须去工作。”他对着我笑,漏出了牙齿,眼神也在嬉笑我。
“爷爷,现在菊花正在开放,菊花和玫瑰花都在开放。”我们俩的眼里都盈满了泪花,我们都不害怕最后一朵花凋谢,但在十一月等待春天未免有点太长了,我们都知道我们会非常想念对方的。
我坐在那里,突然感到我能给爷爷的最好礼物是说出我们之间的承诺。他从来没有对我说起他的承诺,但我从来没有质疑过的就是他人生中的这一部分,如果爷爷知道的话。我知道他所知道的。
“爷爷,”我开始说——他嘴唇紧闭,好像知道我要说什么似的——“我想要你知道我有一个承诺。我知道救世主是存在的,我向你作证约瑟夫•史密斯是个预言家。我爱王政复辟时代,也很希望能加入它。”爷爷坚定的眼神也告诉了我他也有如此强烈的感受。“我向你作证金博尔总统是一个预言家。爷爷,我知道《魔门经》是真的,我拿整个人来向你作证。”
“爷爷,”我语气平和地又说了一句,“我知道我们的上帝是爱你的。”我爷爷地位卑微,但人很平和,我不假思索地意外地想到这种精神给我带来了上帝对爷爷的热爱。
上帝对爷爷所遭受的苦难表示了很大的同情,这种意识一直环绕和支持着我们。这种自我意识是如此有力,以至我无法用语言将其描述——只有感恩和谦恭,还有安慰的泪水。
爷爷和我都流下了眼泪。
八月底,也是夏季即将过去的时候,爷爷还是走了。当大家在花店为爷爷的葬礼选择葬花时,我悄悄地离开来到爷爷的花园。走在花园里,回忆着那些耧斗菜和美洲石竹,现在只有熏衣草和白色夹竹桃在开花,另一个角落里还开放着一些满天星。
一时心血来潮,我把最漂亮的几束夹竹桃和满天星剪了下来,给爷爷葬礼增添了一份装扮。看到这些花的时候,亲友们都因为看到爷爷的花而露出微笑。我们都知道爷爷一定会很喜欢那些花儿的。
在爷爷去世后的十月,我种了一些郁金香、水仙、雪花莲、番红花及蓝铃花。每一个花苞对我来说都是一种安慰,都是给爷爷的一份爱,都是春天的一份承诺。
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初一英文作文春天有哪些你知道吗?下面都是小编收藏的初一英文作文春天,希望对你们有用。
Yesterday evening , I went out for a walk with my mother . On the road , we met a foreigner . He asked me the way to the Hot Spring Hotel . I told him to walk along the road and take the third turning on the left , then he could see the hotel . He thanked me very much for my help . I was happy thatI could help him .
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可爱的熊猫是中国的国宝,深受很多人的喜爱,那么你知道熊猫的英文是什么吗?下面读文网小编为大家带来熊猫的英文表达和相关例句,欢迎大家一起学习。
1. It is well known that bamboo shoots are a panda's staple diet.
竹笋是熊猫的主要食物,这是人所共知的。
2. The only evidence of pandas was their tracks in the snow.
熊猫活动的唯一迹象是它们留在雪地上的足迹。
3. Many goods in China have the trademarks of a panda.
中国的许多商品都带有熊猫的商标.
4. Pandas have only one or two young at a birth.
熊猫每胎产仔一、二只.
5. The panda is native to West China.
熊猫产于中国西部.
6. The panda attracted many children.
那只熊猫吸引了不少孩子.
7. We had a panda as our mascot.
我们把熊猫作为吉详物.
8. Pandas are an endangered species.
熊猫是濒危物种。
9. Pandas like most to climb trees.
熊猫非常喜欢爬树.
10. So they became fewer and fewer.
因此熊猫越来越稀少.
11. There where pandas live, hunting is not allowed.
禁止在熊猫栖息地打猎.
12. The panda is a native of west China.
熊猫是中国西部的动物.
13. She has broken the panda to the show.
她训练那只熊猫惯于表演.
14. We saw three pandas in the zoo.
我们在动园里看到了三只熊猫.
15. Pandas bed down in the dense forest.
熊猫在密林中做窝.
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学习,是指通过阅读、听讲、思考、研究、实践等途径获得知识或技能的过程。那么你知道学习的英文是什么吗?下面读文网小编为大家带来学习的英文表达和相关例句,欢迎大家一起学习。
learn
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原始人发展出的图示和表意符号是如今现代字母的原型,比如楔形文字和象形文字。如今我们最常用的就是英语字母,那么你知道字母的英文是什么吗?下面读文网小编为大家带来字母的英文表达和相关例句,希望对你有所帮助。
Arabic alphabet;
阿拉伯字母
a capital letter;
大写字母
the English alphabet;
英语字母
the Chinese phonetic alphabet;
汉语拼音字母
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珍惜是指重视爱惜,如对待珠宝般爱惜。那么你知道珍惜的英文是什么吗?下面读文网小编为大家带来珍惜的英文表达和相关例句,希望对你有所帮助。
treasure
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月亮是环绕地球运行的一颗固态卫星,也是离地球最近的天体。那么你知道月亮的英文是什么吗?下面读文网小编为大家带来月亮的英文表达和相关例句,希望对你有所帮助。
1. In Norse mythology the moon is personified as male.
在斯堪的纳维亚神话里,月亮被赋予了男性身份。
2. The half moon is hidden behind some wispy clouds.
半轮月亮躲在淡淡的云彩之后。
3. Look at that moon. Is that beautiful or what?
看看那月亮,它真漂亮,不是吗?
4. The moon was casting a rainbow through the spray from the waterfall.
月亮在瀑布溅起的水雾上照出了一道彩虹。
5. The moon was waning, and each day it rose later.
月亮渐亏,每天出现的时间也越来越晚。
6. The moon shone, shedding a ghostly light on the fields.
月亮闪耀,田野上洒下幽幽的亮光。
7. The moon disappeared behind a cloud.
月亮消失在云后。
8. The moon was rising in the inky sky.
月亮升起在墨似的夜空中。
9. There will be no moon.
月亮不会出来了。
10. A dog suddenly howled, baying at the moon.
一只狗突然对着月亮狂吠不止。
11. The silvery globe of the moon hung in the sky.
银盘似的月亮悬挂在空中.
12. The moon finally peeped out from behind the clouds.
月亮终于从云层后面露了出来.
13. The sky was dark blue and clear when the moon came up.
月亮出来时,天空是深蓝色的,非常晴朗.
14. He looked at the moon and made the time to be midnight.
他看了看月亮,估计时间是半夜了.
15. The fog cleared away and the full moon appeared.
雾消散了,整个月亮出现了.
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