Last Sunday, Liu Ming and his friends went for a picnic at the foot of the
Some of them were playing games. Some were dancing. They felt very relaxed.
Suddenly, Liu Ming saw a goat running . He was interested in it and began to run
after it for a long time . When he thought of his friends again, he got lost. At
that time, a farmer came. With his help ,Liu Ming found his friends again. He
thanked the farmer and said "Goodbye” to him.
One spring I went a walking tour in the country. It was a glorious spring.
Not the sort of spring they give us in these miserable times, under this
shameless government -a mixture of east wind ，blizzard, snow, rain, fog, frost,
hail, sleet and thunder-storms, but a sunny, blue-skyed, joyous spring, such as
we used to have regularly every year when I was a young man, and things were
It was an exceptionally beautiful spring, even for those golden days; and
as I wandered through the waking land, and saw the dawning of the coming green,
and watched the blush upon the hawthorn hedge , deepening each day beneath the
kisses of the sun, and looked up at the proud old mother trees, dandling their
numerous baby buds upon their strong fond arms holding them high for the soft
west wind to caress as he passed laughing by, and marked the primrose yellow
creep across the carpet of the woods, and saw the new flush of the field and saw
the new light on the hills, and heard the new-found gladness of the birds, and
heard from wood and farm and meadow the timid callings of the little new-born
things, wondering to find themselves alive, and smelt the freshness of the
earth, and felt the promise in the air, and felt a strong hand in the wind, my
spirit rose within me.
Spring had come to me also, and stirred me with a strange new life, with a
strange new hope. I, too, was part of nature, and it was spring! Tender leaves
and blossoms were unfolding from my heart. Bright flowers of love and gratitude
were opening round its roots. I felt new strength in all my limbs. New blood was
running through my veins. Nobler thoughts and nobler longings were throbbing
through my brain. As I walked, nature came and talked beside me, and showed me
the world and myself, and the ways of God seemed clearer.
"I tell you I must go!" I retorted, roused to something like passion. "Do
you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an
automaton?--a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread
snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you
think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am souless and
heartless? You think wrong!--I have as much soul as you,--and full as much
heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have
made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not
talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor evern of
mortal flesh;--it is my spirit that adresses your spirit; just as if both has
passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal,--as we are!"
Excerpt from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you handle a pick or a pen, a
wheel-barrowor a set of books, digging ditches or editing a paper, ringing an
auction bell or writing funnythings, you must work. If you look around you will
see the men who are the most able to livethe rest of their days without work are
the men who work the hardest. Don't be afraid of killingyourself with overwork.
It is beyond your power to do that on the sunny side of thirty. They
diesometimes, but it is because they quit work at six in the evening, and do not
go home until twoin the morning. It’s the interval that kills, my son. The work
gives you an appetite for yourmeals; it lends solidity to your slumbers, it
gives you a perfect and grateful appreciation of aholiday.
Once a friend suggested me: ―Look ahead when you are sad.
It is this weird that ever when I am in sad, I am always bow my head or
eyes regardless his suggestion. Even when I catch a glimpse of the sky with
stars, but again at sea. When I am depressed, my vision narrowed.
This friend has a lovely and smart daughter and so charming like a flower
in dancing. But, she is unable to see the outside world clearly. My friend ever
so grieve that he was so pessimistic. No other aids seem to help him, but he
gained the delight after a journey of hardship with looking ahead that the
crucial life taught him.
Look ahead, he has witnessed his daughter‘s experience journey----she is
more beautiful and tamer and can take care of herself. She dresses her black
excise cloth, with white dancing shoes, black and high-twist hair style with
lighting belt; she is always smile, indicating her charming youth in her mouth;
she becomes strong in mind and smart, live on herself. As preferred, she becomes
a warmly received dancing teacher…
The God is always absent when we knock His door. The great poet 朗费罗 could
not help commending, ―Your你的命运一如他人，每个生命都会下雨. When it rains and we feel sad, it
is worth looking ahead. If one minute is not enough, then take one more. Looking
again and again with a long time, or even your whole life and your love and
hope. See whether所有的雨都会停; see the sky after rain if it is cleaner, vaster, more
fantastic and see whether there is rainbow in magic.
There is always the time the God go home; the stop for rain and the hope
and joyous ahead.
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