美文賞析:Sand and Stone 沙子和石頭
學會寬容，寬容是一種美德；學會感恩，纔會更懂得珍惜生命中的一切。“當有人傷害了我們，我們應該把它寫進沙裏，寬恕的風會把仇恨抹去。而當有人爲我們做了好事，我們應當把它刻在石頭上，沒有風可以將它抹去。”
沙子和石頭
The story goes that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
兩個朋友結伴穿越沙漠，旅途中二人突然吵了起來，其中一個摑了對方一記耳光。
The one who got slapped felt hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: Today my best friend slapped me in the face.
被打的人感到自己受了傷害，但什麼也沒有說，只是在沙地上寫下了這樣一句話：“今天我最好的朋友摑了我耳光。”
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
他們繼續前行，看見到處綠洲，他們正打算在那裏洗澡時，剛纔被打的人不小心陷入了泥潭，開始深陷，他的朋友救了他。
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: quot;Today my best friend saved my life.
等他從幾近淹死的邊緣甦醒過來後，他在石頭上刻下：“今天我最好的朋友救了我的命。”
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. Why?
他的朋友問：“爲什麼我傷你之後，你在沙子上寫字，現在卻把字刻在石頭上？”
The other friend replied: quot;When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.
他回答道：“當有人傷害了我們，我們應該把它寫進沙裏，寬恕的風會把仇恨抹去。而當有人爲我們做了好事，我們應當把它刻在石頭上，沒有風可以將它抹去。”
美文欣賞:Holding the hands of time 牽着時光的手
有人說，一旦開始喜歡回憶，那人便老去了。你覺得呢?! 時光如流水，別把太多的時間用在回憶過去，牽着時光的手，一起勇敢前進吧，因爲路在前方！
Holding the hands of time
牽着時光的手
Blow-off vision of the rain, so that you are left with a brilliant tle time in my fingers, without any regrets, open stemmed bloom ripples. Blunt rolling thick liquid eternal, but you and I, were dispersed in which period of Acacia leaves.
吹斷目光的雨，讓虹的光輝帶你離去。時光穿梭在我指間，無悔地綻放開朵朵漣漪。鈍厚的流質綿延永恆，而你我，被衝散在其中，相思無絕期。
Inexplicable always feel like the time within the next few precious memories will be stripped from me, more than once dreamed that his standing in a dark empty space, only one track at the foot stretch into thedistance, such as the long past your time and ultimately disappear In myfield of vision at the end.
總是會莫名地感到時間在抽絲剝繭般的將寶貴的回憶從我身上剝離，不止一次夢見自己站在一片空曠黑暗的空間裏，腳下只有一條鐵軌伸向遠方，冗長如過往的光陰，最終消失在我的視野盡頭。
I am afraid to lose, I fear this time, and I love it but memories. I could not forget the sweat on the pitch with the sway of the brothers, forget accompany me cry close friend, and forget the bright Star of that everynight, and those words have touched me deeply.
我害怕失去，我對時間如此的恐懼，而我卻又那麼的熱愛回憶。我忘不了球場上一起揮灑汗水的兄弟，忘不了陪我一起哭泣的知己，忘不了那一夜夜璀璨的星空，和那些令我感動至今的'話語。
Those people, those things, such as bursts of light rain in the lake left ring Watermark four dispersed to each other to melt each other's impact; if the horizon is still experiencing Qianwanyinian quiet shining star, notvery bright, but clearly made . - They do not know how much to spend withme during the day bright and silent night.
那些人，那些事，如細雨在湖面留下的陣陣環型水紋四散開來彼此消融，彼此撞擊;如經歷千萬億年仍在天邊寂靜閃光的星，不甚明亮，卻又清晰無比。——它們陪我度過不知多少明媚的白天與沉默的夜。
In my memory, the third year is not gray, because I remember thoseblessings are not what love is bearing fruit, I still remember holding alot of my friends and I hope to see sunrise and sunset, finally it isyellow everywhere.
在我的記憶中，高三不是灰色的，因爲我記得那些不被祝福的愛情是怎樣的開花結果，還記得我與朋友抱着一大堆的希望看日出日落，最後卻是黃花遍地。
Youth is the eye lotus spring, third year is that this eye expansion of bubbling spring season. I, however, a strong smell in the bubble years of the Problem taste. I do not exclude these, but too much pressure to do away much fun. Unfortunately, after the college entrance examination, even the pressure would become the memories, be my third year living memory of the dead evidence. In the time before we are so powerless, the only left on just the eye springs, and we have no regrets of the oath, I hope day after day, year after year, when I re-turn to this page , people still.
青春是眼忘憂泉，高三是這眼泉水膨脹冒泡的季節。而我卻在泡泡裏嗅到了濃厚的習題的味道。我並不是排斥這些，但過大的壓力確實帶走了不多的樂趣。只可惜，大學聯考過後，連壓力也會成爲回憶，成爲我緬懷逝去的高三生活的證據。在時間面前我們是如此的無力，唯一能留下的，就只是那眼泉水和我們曾經無悔的誓言，但願日復一日，年復一年，當我重新翻到這一頁時，人心依舊。
I have seen one another chilling words: Some people say that once you start like the memories of those people will get old. I only admit mature, do not believe they have been growing old. My friends are growing up day by day, and was young and the mature, how can I not had time to grow on the outline of the first to hoary?
曾經看過一句另我毛骨悚然的話：有人說，一旦開始喜歡回憶，那人便老去了。我只承認自己的成熟，不相信自己已經老去。我的朋友們正在一天天地長大，成熟並且風華正茂着，我怎麼可以沒來得及成長就率先蒼老了輪廓?
"Heaven Rain in green and so on, and I am waiting for you, the moonlight was recovered, the faint opened the outcome." Jay melancholy voice has been completely different from the business for the time Sentimental, Bard will be the years the pace of a camel inscribed into the blue and white porcelain in that respect.
“天青色等煙雨，而我在等你，月色被打撈起，暈開了結局。”杰倫憂鬱的嗓音已經完全不同與剛出道時的青澀，吟遊詩人般地將歲月的腳步鐫刻進那一尊青花瓷器。
Our future? Friends ah, I will time the other end, waiting for you.
我們的未來呢?朋友啊，我會在時間的另一頭，等你。
英語美文 A story happened on an island 孤島上的故事
A Story Happened on An Uninhabited Island
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.
The worst had happened; everything was lost.
He was stunned with grief and anger. "God how could you do this to me!" he cried.
Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad.
But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.
Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.
For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has a positive answer for it .
英語美文 A boy and his apple tree 男孩和蘋果樹
Long ago, there was a huge apple tree.A little boy love to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow…he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
Time went by…the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked. "Come and play with me ," the tree asked the boy . "I am no longer a kid,I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys.I need money to buy them."
"Sorry, butI don't have money…but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me," the tree said.
"I don't have time to play. Ihave to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, butI don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house."So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily."
The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me," the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail faraway and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat.
He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry,my boy. ButI don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you…“the tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite," the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on." "I am too old for that now."the boy said.
"I really want to give you something…the only thing left is my dying roots," the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now,just a place to rest. I am tired after all these year," the boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come,come sit down with me and rest," the boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...
Three Peach Stones
Observe a child; any one will do. You will see that not a day passes in which he does not find something or other to make him happy, though he may be in tears the next moment. Then look at a man; any one of us will do. You will notice that weeks and months can pass in which day is greeted with nothing more than resignation, and endure with every polite indifference. Indeed, most men are as miserable as sinners, though they are too bored to sin-perhaps their sin is their indifference. But it is true that they so seldom smile that when they do we do not recognize their face, so distorted is it from the fixed mask we take for granted. And even then a man can not smile like a child, for a child smiles with his eyes, whereas a man smiles with his lips alone. It is not a smile; but a grin; something to do with humor, but little to do with happiness. And then, as anyone can see, there is a point (but who can define that point?) when a man becomes an old man, and then he will smile again.
It would seem that happiness is something to do with simplicity, and that it is the ability to extract pleasure form the simplest things-such as a peach stone, for instance.
It is obvious that it is nothing to do with success. For Sir Henry Stewart was certainly successful. It is twenty years ago since he came down to our village from London , and bought a couple of old cottages, which he had knocked into one. He used his house a s weekend refuge. He was a barrister. And the village followed his brilliant career with something almost amounting to paternal pride.
I remember some ten years ago when he was made a King's Counsel, Amos and I, seeing him get off the London train, went to congratulate him. We grinned with pleasure; he merely looked as miserable as though he'd received a penal sentence. It was the same when he was knighted; he never smiled a bit, he didn't even bother to celebrate with a round of drinks at the "Blue Fox". He took his success as a child does his medicine. And not one of his achievements brought even a ghost of a smile to his tired eyes.
I asked him one day, soon after he'd retired to potter about his garden,8 what is was like to achieve all one's ambitions. He looked down at his roses and went on watering them. Then he said "The only value in achieving one's ambition is that you then realize that they are not worth achieving." Quickly he moved the conversation on to a more practical level, and within a moment we were back to a safe discussion on the weather. That was two years ago.
I recall this incident, for yesterday, I was passing his house, and had drawn up my cart just outside his garden wall. I had pulled in from the road for no other reason than to let a bus pass me. As I set there filling my pipe, I suddenly heard a shout of sheer joy come from the other side of the wall.
I peered over. There stood Sir Henry doing nothing less than a tribal war dance of sheer unashamed ecstasy. Even when he observed my bewildered face staring over the wall he did not seem put out or embarrassed, but shouted for me to climb over.
"Come and see, Jan. Look! I have done it at last! I have done it at last!"
There he was, holding a small box of earth in his had. I observed three tiny shoots out of it.
"And there were only three!" he said, his eyes laughing to heaven.
"Three what?" I asked.
"Peach stones", he replied. "I've always wanted to make peach stones grow, even since I was a child, when I used to take them home after a party, or as a man after a banquet. And I used to plant them, and then forgot where I planted them. But now at last I have done it, and, what's more, I had only three stones, and there you are, one, two, three shoots," he counted.
And Sir Henry ran off, calling for his wife to come and see his achievement-his achievement of simplicity
The Fox and the Horse
一個農夫有一匹勤勤懇懇、任勞任怨爲他幹活的馬，但這匹馬現在已經老了，幹活也不行了，所以，農夫不想再給馬吃東西。他對馬說：“我再也用不着你了，你自己離開馬廄走吧，到你比一頭獅子更強壯時，我自然會把你牽回來的。”
說完，他打開門，讓馬自己去謀生去了。
A peasant had a faithful horse which had grown old and could do no more work, so his master no longer wanted to give him anything to eat and said, "I can certainly make no more use of you, but still I mean well by you, and if you prove yourself still strong enough to bring me a lion here, I will maintain you. But for now get out of my stable." And with that he chased him into the open field.
The horse was sad, and went to the forest to seek a little protection there from the weather. There the fox met him and said, "Why do you hang your head so, and go about all alone?"
"Alas," replied the horse, "greed and loyalty do not dwell together in one house. My master has forgotten what services I have performed for him for so many years, and because I can no longer plow well, he will give me no more food, and has driven me out."
"Without giving you a chance?" asked the fox.
"The chance was a bad one. He said, if I were still strong enough to bring him a lion, he would keep me, but he well knows that I cannot do that."
The fox said, "I will help you. Just lie down, stretch out as if you were dead, and do not stir."
The horse did what the fox asked, and then the fox went to the lion, who had his den not far off, and said, "A dead horse is lying out there. Just come with me, and you can have a rich meal."
The lion went with him, and when they were both standing by the horse the fox said, "After all, it is not very comfortable for you here- I tell you what -I will fasten it to you by the tail, and then you can drag it into your cave and eat it in peace."
This advice pleased the lion. He positioned himself, and in order that the fox might tie the horse fast to him, he kept completely quiet. But the fox tied the lion's legs together with the horse's tail, and twisted and fastened everything so well and so strongly that no amount of strength could pull it loose. When he had finished his work, he tapped the horse on the shoulder and said, "Pull, white horse, pull!"
Then up sprang the horse at once, and pulled the lion away with him. The lion began to roar so that all the birds in the forest flew up in terror, but the horse let him roar, and drew him and dragged him across the field to his master's door. When the master saw the lion, he was of a better mind, and said to the horse, "You shall stay with me and fare well." And he gave him plenty to eat until he died.
