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"It's never too late to have a happy childhood," some bumper-sticker author said. I think it is never too late to need Dad. When we're little, Daddy is in charge of the world, as we know it. Yes, I know we have a President, some countries have kings or prime ministers, and there's always God, but they are really not in charge of the world. Dad knows everything, he can do anything, he is always right, he can always fix things. He's almost like God. "Hey, Daddy! Where is Helsinki?" My father always replied, "If you put things away where they belong, you would know where they are." "Hey, Daddy! I really need to know about Helsinki." "OK; let's get the encyclopedia." "Hey, Dad! Can I use the car for a date tonight?" "Yeah. Be home before midnight." Arriving home at 2:30 a.m., Dad was up waiting. We don't understand about love and anger when we're kids. Dads yell and shout, and we don't realize it is because they care; we think it is because they have to be tough. Not this time. He said, "Thank God you're safe. Go to bed; we'll talk about this in the morning." "Hey, Dad! I got into trouble at school today. I didn't really do anything wrong. That stupid teacher won't listen to me." "I'll listen. What happened?....Is that really what happened?" Next day, Dad is at my school, talking with my teacher, fixing the misunderstanding. He has such power! I can always count on Dad. When Daddy starts to get old (about the same time as I am 13 years old), he gets really stupid, but he is still in charge of the world. "Hey, Daddy! What's this with boys? Do you know why they are so weird? Were you like this when you were a boy?" Dad pontificates for awhile on the nature of the teen-age human animal and I sort of get the hint that even though he is old (35), he knows about both boys and girls. Some dads even know about such matters as safe sex and child support. Regardless of what they know (or don't know), they mostly care, and can be counted on to be on your side. When you're a kid, Dads are good for playing basketball in the driveway; Daddies are good audiences for dance recitals. If we get our foot caught in a bear trap, Dad will free the foot, bind it, and take us to the doctor. Dad doesn't panic; he, being Dad, just automatically knows what to do, and does it. He buries our non-human family members; he fixes the things we break. The small things Dad does for us make us feel valuable and important. Daddy lectures and pontificates; he is the ultimate authority on everything. He is so totally boring - I hope he doesn't act like such a jerk in front of my friends. If he talks too much, they also will know how stupid he is. Of course, even though he is (during some periods of my life) an utterly stupid nerd, he is not fair game for criticism from others. He is still the best dad there is... "Hey, Dad! How are you going to vote?" "Not me. I think he's a crook." So argument ensues... Dad is still stupid, but getting a little smarter, and we can listen to him without acknowledging his wisdom. "Hey, Daddy! Wanna hold the baby for awhile?" Daddy assures his "princess" that her baby is truly a marvel, and "Princess" feels warm and reassured. "Hey, Dad! Do you have fifty bucks I could borrow?" He does. Even if he doesn't, he will find it or go without something so he will have it. Then he feels embarrassed when we pay him back, and he says, "Naw; you don't have to pay it," but we do because it is important to do the right thing. Dad taught us that. Whether Dad is a brain surgeon or a gandy dancer, Dad is always there for us. The back-up unit in case of temporary failure. Even when Dad is 80 and maybe forgets sometimes or maybe has little "accidents," he is still in charge of my world. Even when Daddy needs for us to take care of him, he is still Daddy who knows all and who can do everything.

Accept you as you are.Believes in you.Calls you just to say hi.Doesn't give up on you.Envisions the whole of you (even the unfinished part).Forgives your mistakes.Gives unconditionally.Helps you.Invites you over.Just be with you.Keeps you close at heart.Loves you for who you are.Makes a difference in your life.Never judges.Offers support.Picks you up.Quiets your fears.Raises your spirits.Says nice thing about you.Tells you the truth when you need to hear it.Understands you.Values you.Walks beside you.X-plain things you don’t understand.Yells when you won’t listen.Zaps you back to reality.

Love starts as an attraction to another. Love grows with mutual respect. Love thrives on confidence and dignity. Love survives on wisdom and honor. New love, stirs the emotions, moves the soul and fires the blood setting hearts aflame. Love of a mate provides us with another soul to feel kinship, with someone to share life with, someone to be loved, in spite of shortcomings and human frailties. someone with which we can share meaningful conversation, and plans for the future. Someone to recall the past with, to dream with. Someone with whom silence is comfortable. Another soul on the earth who is in tune with yours. someone who cares deeply about your well being and who in turn is cared for by you... just as deeply.someone whose happiness means as much, if not more than your own. someone to place your trust in without fear of betrayal. not having to worry when you are apart, because you are secure in the knowledge that they will honor the love you share. Someone to hopefully grow old beside, to share the winter of life with, while recalling the summer of your dreams. Lover is someone who, with a look, can touch your heart, ease your mind and bring comfort to your soul. Someone whose voice is music to your ear. Someone who by just entering a room makes your heart soar and joy fill your being, makes you want to touch them, be close to them. Who cant run your blood to molten fire with desire, their presence being food for your soul. Someone for whom your love grows stronger not weaker with the passing years. someone who is willing to talk out problems and share concerns, not look for an easy way out if all does not go just as expected. Someone to share all things with: tenderness, passion, warmth, dreams and desire, laughter and tears but mostly life's journey. A casually dropped piece of clothing can bring your love to mind as the scent of them clings, and turns your thoughts to love, as pleasant memories collect to be reviewed at leisure. Love of a partner requires long-term commitment and wisdom and above all, work from both partners to nourish and nurture that love into a living growing thing. Without nourishment, all things die, even love. Do not easily discard love, for the day may come when love, in turn, discards you. Place a high value in this the most precious of life's joys. Some never find this treasure, many find and lose it through no fault of their own. Some discard it lightly as if it were of little value and easily replaced. The ability to love and be loved is the mosrt precious of girfts given to man, and as such should be hightly treasured.爱萌芽，源于彼此吸引。爱生长，源于相互尊重。爱开花，基于自信\尊贵。爱永生，归于高尚。 新欢，挑动激情，感动灵魂，升腾热血点燃心灵。对配偶的爱让我们拥有恶劣另一个可以感受亲情的灵魂；可以共渡今生；可以去爱而不去计较缺点和不足；可以一同分享有意义的谈话，一同勾画明天，一同回忆过去，一同梦想未来。同爱人在一起，就是沉默也令人惬意。爱也让我们拥有了另一个在世间与你合拍的灵魂。她深深牵挂着你的健康，而你也为此牵挂着她...都是同样的深。 她的快乐与你的快乐相比，其中的意义有过之而无不及。她让你坚信对爱至死不渝，就算别离之际也无际也无须挂虑，因为对爱得到尊重你们满怀信心，她让你有望白头偕老，怀着对梦想中夏日的追忆，一同走过生命的冬季。 所谓心上人，便是只看一眼就能打动你的心，舒畅你的情，给你的灵魂带来安慰。她的声音对你总是那样动听。她只要一进房门就会让你的心飞翔。她能用欲火将你的热血化作耀眼的火焰，她的存在是你的精神食粮。她与你之间的爱情随着时光流逝只会更深而不会浅。她只愿与你分忧解难，而不会因为任何困难而草草了结。她愿意与你同甘共苦，她可以与你共渡难关。她与你分享的可以包罗万象；温柔\激情\亲热\梦想和渴望\欢笑与泪光，而多半是人生的景象。她随意脱下衣服都能让你回味起爱情，就好象她的芬芳在衣上汇聚，勾起了你对爱的追忆 ，就好象闲暇间拾起美好的记忆要来细心斟酌。 爱一个人不仅要长久的承诺和智慧，更需要要彼此不且的努力，要把这份爱培育和呵护为一个充满生机而不断发展的个体。没有滋润，万物及亡，爱也不例外。

In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster. But in front of the person you like, you get happy. In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring. But in front on the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter. If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush. But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile. In front of the person you love, you can’t say everything on your mind. But in front of the person you like, you can. In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy. But in front of the person you like, you can show your own self. The person you love comes into you mind every 2minutes. You can’t look straight into the eyes of the one you love. But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like. When the one you love is crying, you cry with him. But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting. The feeling of love starts from the eye. And feeling of like comes from the ear. So if you stop liking a person you used to like, All you need to do is to cover your ears. But if you try to close your eyes, Love turns into a teardrop and remains in your heart forever after.

When her love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. But if, in your fear, you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of love. And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart. 当爱挥手召唤你时，跟随着它，尽管它的道路艰难而险峻。当它展翼拥抱你时，依顺着它，尽管它羽翼中的利刃会伤害你。当它对你说话时，要相信它，尽管它的声音会击碎你的梦，像狂风扫尽花园中的花。 爱虽可为你加冕，也能将你钉上十字架。它虽可助你成长，也能将你削砍剪枝。它会攀至你的高处，轻抚你在阳光下颤动的昀柔嫩的枝条，它也会降至你的根底，动摇你紧紧依附着大地的根须。 但是如果你出于畏惧而去寻求爱的和平与爱的欢乐，那你昀好掩起自己的赤裸，离开爱的打谷场，踏入那没有季节的世界，在那里，你会开怀，但不是尽情欢笑，你会哭泣，但不是尽为泪水。爱除了自身别无所予，除了自身也别无所取。爱不占有，也不被占有：因为爱有了自己就足够了。 爱别无他求，只求成全自己。但如果你爱了，又有所渴求，就让这些成为你的所求吧： 融化为一道奔流的溪水，在黑夜吟唱自己的清曲。 体会太多温柔带来的痛苦。 被自己对爱的体会所伤害。 心甘情愿的滴血。 清晨，带着一颗生翼的心醒来，感谢又一个充满爱的日子； 午休，沉思爱的心醉神怡； 黄昏，带着感激归家； 睡前，为你心中的挚爱祈祷。

Henry Ford didn’t always pay attention in school. One day ,he and a friend took a watch apart. Angry and upset, the teacher told him both to stay after school. Their punishment was to stay until they had fixed the watch. But the teacher did not know young Ford’s genius. In ten minutes, this mechanical wizard had repaired the watch and was on this way home. Ford was always interested in how things worked. He once plugged up the spout of a teapot and placed it on the fire. Then he waited to see what would happen. The water boiled and, of course, turned to steam. Since the steam had no way to escape, the teapot exploded. The explosion cracked a mirror and broke a window. The young inventor was badly scalded.Ford’s year of curiosity and tinkering paid off. He dreamed of a horseless carriage. When he built one, the world of transportation was changed forever. 亨利. 福特在学校里常常心不在焉。有一天，他和一个小朋友把一块手表拆开了。老师很生气，让他们放学后留下来，把表修好才能回家。当时这位老师并不知道小福特的天才。只用了十分钟，这位机械奇才就把手表修好，走在回家的路上了。 福特对各种东西的工作原理总是很感兴趣。曾有一次，他把茶壶嘴用东西堵住，然后把茶壶放在火炉上。他便站在一边等候着会出现什么情况。当然，水开后变成了水蒸气。因为水蒸气无处逸出，茶壶便爆炸了，因而打碎了一面镜子和一扇窗户。这个小发明家也被严重地烫伤了。 多年后，福特的好奇心和他的动手能力使他得到了回报。他曾经梦想着去制造一辆无马行进的车。他造成了一辆这样的车后，运输界发生了永久性的变化。

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;sometime s 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 up thinking,wondering what we should do under similar circumstances.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,”most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.Most of us 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 task,hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life.The same lethargy,I am afraid,characterizes the use of 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 sound hazily,without concentration,and with little appreciation.It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we 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 teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see.Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just 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 re sponses,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 lo vingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch,or the rough shaggy bark of a pine.In 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 convolu tions;and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.Occasionally,if I am very fortunate,I place my hand gently in a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song.I am delighted to have cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers.To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.To me the pageant 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 fill the world is taken for granted.

If we could shrink the earth’s population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the exsting human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following: There would be: 57 Asians, 21 Europeans, 10 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south, 8 Africans.52 would be female, 48 would be male.70 would be non-while, 30 would be white.70 would be non-christian, 30 would be Christian.89 would be heterosexual, 11 would be homosexual.6 people would possess 59% of the entire world’s wealth and all 6 would be from the United States. 80 would live in substandard housing,70 would be unable to read, 50 would suffer from malnutrition,1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth.1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education, 1 would own a computer.When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent. The following is also something to ponder …… If you woke up this morning with more health than illness……you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation…you are ahead of 500 million people in the world. If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep… you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in dish someplace…you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealth. If your parents are still alive and still married…you are very rare, even in the United Stated and Canada. Someone once said: What goes around comes around. So… Work live you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching. Sing like nobody’s listening. Live like it’s Heaven on Earth. 如果我们把全世界的人口按照现有压缩为一个100人的村子，情况就会如同以下： 这个村子里有：57人是亚洲人，21人是欧洲人，14人来自西半球的南、北美洲，8人是非洲人。52人是女性，48人是男性。70人是有色人种，30人是白人。70人是非基督教徒，30人是基督徒。89人是异性恋者，11人是同性恋者。6人拥有全世界 59％的财富，而且这6人全是美国人。80人的居住环境不达标准，70人是文盲，50人苦于营养不良，1人濒临死亡边缘，1 人正要出生。1人（是的，只有1人)会接受大学教育，1 人拥有电脑。透过这个压缩图来放眼我们的世界，就会明晓接纳他人、谅解以及教育是何等重要。 再从以下角度来想想看…… 如果你早上醒来的时候健康无恙……那么，比起活不过这一周的百万人来说，你真是幸运多了。 如果你未曾经历过战争的危险、入狱的孤独、严刑的苦楚、饥饿的痛苦……那么，比起世界上5亿人来，你真是幸运多了。 如果你冰箱里有食物，身上有衣服可穿，有屋篷遮蔽，有地方睡觉……那么，比起世界75%的人来，你真是富足多了。 如果你银行中有存款，钱包中也有钱，还能到某处消费买菜……你便跻身在世界上最富有的8%人口当中了。 如果你的父母依然健在，而且还在一起生活的话……这可是非常难得的事，即使是在美国与加拿大。 有人说过：我所付出的终将会回归。 所以…… 去工作时，犹如你不执迷于金钱。 去爱他人，犹如你从未曾被伤害。 去舞蹈吧，犹如无人在一旁观看。 去歌唱吧，犹如无人在一边谛听。 好好地生活，犹如这里是人间乐土。

There are gains for all our losses,There are balms for all our pain;But when youth,the dream,departs,It takes something from our hearts,And it never comes again.We are stronger, and are better,Under manhood’s sterner reign;Still we feel that something sweet,Following youth, with flying feet,And will never come again.Something beautiful is vanished,And we sigh for it in vain;We behold it everywhere,On the earth, and in the air,But it never comes again!我们失去的一切都能得到补偿，我们所有的痛苦都能得到安慰；可是梦境似的青春一旦消逝，它带走了我们心中的某种美好，从此一去不复返。我们变得日益刚强、更臻完美，在严峻的成年生活驱使下；可是依然感到甜美的情感，已随着青春飞逝，不再返回。美好已经消逝，我们枉自为此叹息；尽管在天地之间，我们处处能见青春的魅力，可是它不再返回！

The man who is aware of himself is henceforth independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with profound yet temperate happiness. He alone lives, while other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past time in a kind of dream. Once conform ,once do what other people do finer than they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. He becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent. 凡是意识到自我的人从今往后才是独立的；他永远不知疲倦，他明白生命苦短，所以完全沉浸于深深的而又适度的幸福之中。他独立生活，而别人是繁文缛节的奴隶，在醉生梦死之中听从生命悄然流逝。一旦循规蹈矩，一旦人为亦为，呆滞就笼罩着灵魂中一切灵敏的神经和官能。灵魂变得徒有其表，其中空空；迟钝，木然、冷漠。

Tell me not in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art , to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.Not enjoyment , and not sorrow,Is our destined and our way;But to act,That much to-morrow.Find us farther than to-day.Art is long , and time is fleeting.And our hearts , though stout and brave.Still , like muffled drums , are beating,Funeral marches to the grave.In the world’s broad field of battle,In the bivouac of Life,Be not like dumb,driven cattle!Be a hero in the strife!Trust no future.however pleasant!Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act,act in the living Present!Heart within,and God Overhead!Lives of great men all remind us,We can make our lives sublime.And departing,leave behind us,Footprints on the sands of time;Footprints that perhaps another,Sailing over life solemn main,A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,Seeing,shall take heart again,Let us,then,be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving,still pursuing,Learn to labour and to wait. 请别用哀伤的诗句对我讲；人生呵，无非是虚梦一场！因为沉睡的灵魂如死一般，事物的表里并不一样。人生是实在的！人生是热烈的！人生的目标决不是坟墓；你是尘土，应归于尘土。此话指的并不是我们的精神。我们的归宿并不是快乐，也不是悲伤，实干，才是我们的道路，每天不断前进，蒸蒸蒸日上。光阴易逝，而艺海无涯，我们的心哪——虽然勇敢坚强，却像被布蒙住的铜鼓，常把殡葬的哀乐擂响。在这人生的宿营地，在这辽阔的世界战场，别做无言的牲畜任人驱赶，做一名英雄汉立马横枪！别相信未来，哪怕未来多么欢乐！让死去的往昔将死亡一切埋葬！上帝在上，我们胸怀勇气，行动吧——趁现在活着的好时光！伟人的生平使我们想起，我们能使自己的一生变得高尚！当我们辞别人间，能把足迹留在时间的流沙上，也许有个遭了船灾的苦难弟兄，他曾在庄严的人生大海中飘航，见到我们的脚印，又会满怀信心。让我们起来干吧，下定决心，不管遭遇怎样；不断胜利，不断追求，要学会苦干和耐心等待。

I’ll give you some advice about life.Eat more roughage;Do more than others expect you to do and do it pains;Remember what life tells you;Don’t take to heart every thing you hear.Don’t spend all that you have.Don’t sleep as long as you want;Whenever you say” I love you”, please say it honestly;Whevever you say” I’m sorry”, please look into the other person’s eyes;Fall in love at first sight;Don’t neglect dreams;Love deeply and ardently, even if there is pain, but this is the way to make your life complete;Find a way to settle, not to dispute;Never judge people by their appearance;Speak slowly, but think quickly;When someone asks you a question you don’t want to answer, simle and say, “Why do you want to know?”Remember that the man who can shoulder the most risk will gain the deepest love and the supreme accomplishment;Call you mother on the phone. If you can’t, you may think of her in your heart;When someone sneezes say, “God bless you”;If you fail, don’t forget to learn your lesson;Remember the three “respects” .Respect yourself, respect others, stand on dignity and pay attention to your behavior;Don’t let a little dispute break up a great friendship;Whenever you find your wrongdoing, be quick with reparation!Whenever you make a phone call smil when you pick up the phone, because someone feel it!Marry a person who likes talking; because when you get old, you’ll find that chatting to be a great advantage;Find time for yourself.Life will change what you are but not who you are;Remember that silence is golden;Read more books and watch less television;Live a noble and honest life. Reviving past times in yo ur old age will help you to enjoy your life again;Trust God, but don’t forget to lock the door;The harmonizing atmosphere of a family is valuable;Try your best to let family harmony flow smoothly;When you quarrel with a close friend, talk about the main dish, don’t quibble over the appetizers;You cannot hold onto yesterday;Figure out the meaning of someone’s words;Share your knowledge to continue a timeless tradition;Treat our earth in a friendly way,don’t fool around with mother nature;Do the thing you should do;Don’t trust a lover who kisses you without closing their eyes;Go to a place you’ve never been to every year.If you earn much money,the best way to spend it is on charitable deeds while you are alive;Remember,not all the best harvest is luck;Understand rules completely and change them reasonably;Remember,the best love is to love others unconditionally rather than make demands on them;Comment on the success you have attained by looking in the past at the target you wanted to achieve most;In love and cooking,you must give 100% effort ……but expect little appreciation;

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 begain 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.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.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 freared. 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.” 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. 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.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.

A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.There's always going to be people that hurt you,so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.Make youself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.Remember:Whatever happens,happens for a reason.How many people actually have 8 true friends?Hardly anyone I know.But some of us have all right friends and good friends.真正的朋友是一个可以援手帮助并感动你心扉的人。别人常常伤害你，所以你该继续付出信任，并小心挑选你下次信任的人。在你想了解别人也想让别人了解你之前，先完善并了解自己。要记住：任何事情的发生都有因有起。有多少人可以拥有八个真正的朋友？就我所知少之又少。但我们会有泛泛之交和好友。

Diogenes was a famous Greek philosopher of the fourth century B.C.,who established the philosophy of cynicism.He often walked about in the daytime holding a lighted lantern,peering around as if he were looking for something.When auestioned about his odd behavior,he would re ply,"I am searching for an honest man."Diogenes held that the good man was self-sufficient and did not require material comforts or wealth.He believed that wealth and possessions constrained humanity's natural state of freedom.In keeping with his philosophy,he was perefectly satisfied with making his home in a large tub discarded from the temple of Cybele,the goddess of nature.This earthen tub,called a pithos,and formerly been used for holding wine or oil for the sacrifices at the temple.One day,Alexander the Great ,conqueror of half the civilized world,saw Diogenes sitting in this tub in the sunshine.So the king,surrounded by his countries,approached Diogenes and said,"I am Alexander the Great."The philosopher replied rather contemptuously,"I am Diogenes,the Cynic."Alexander then asked him if he could help him in any way."Yes,"shot back Diogenes,"don't stand between me and the sun."A surprised Alexander then replied quickly,"If I were not Alexander,I would be Diogenes."提奥奇尼斯是公元前四世纪一位著名的希腊哲学家,就是他创立了犬儒派哲学。他经常在白天点着灯笼四处走动、张望，像是在找什么东西似的。哪人们问起他这古怪行为时，他会回答说：“我正在寻找正人君子。” 提奥奇尼斯认为好人是自给自足的，不需要物质享受和财富。他认为财富、财产束缚了人们天生的自由状态。与他的哲学相一致，他拿一个从别人从自然之母的庙里丢弃的大坛作为自己的家，还对此万分满意。这个陶制的大坛叫做圣坛，过去在庙里是用来盛装祭祀用的酒和油的。一天，征服了半个文明世界的亚历山大大帝看见提奥奇尼斯坐在大坛里晒太阳。于是这位君主在大臣们的簇拥下走过去，对提奥奇尼斯说：“我是亚历山大大帝。” 哲学家相当傲慢地回答说：“ 我是提奥奇尼斯————犬儒学者。”然后亚历山大问他是否需要任何帮助。“是的”，提奥奇尼斯驳回道，“别站在我和太阳之间。”大吃一惊的亚历大继而迅速回答道：“假如我不是亚历山大，我就会是提奥奇斯。”

A cobbler passed his time in singing from morning till night;it was wonderful to see,wonderful to hear him;he was more contented in shoes,than was any of the seven sages.His neighbor,on the contrary,who was rolling in wealth,sung but little and slept less.He was a banker;when by chance he fell into a doze at day-break,the cobbler awoke him with his song.The banker complained sadly that Providence had not made sleep a saleable commodity,like edibles or drinkables.Having at length sent for the songster,he said to him,"How much a year do you earn,Master Gregory?""How much a year,sir?"said the merry cobbler laughing,"I have reckon in that way,living as I do from one day to another;somehow I manage to reach the end of the year;each day brings its meal.""Well then!How much a day do you earn,my friend?""Sometimes more,sometimes less;but the worst of it is,-and,without that our earnings would be very tolerable,-a number of days occur in the year on which we are forbidden to work;and the curate,moreover,is constantly adding some new saint to the list."The banker,laughing at his simplicity,said,"In the future I shall place you above want.Take this hundred crowns,preserve them carefully,and make use of them in time of need."The cobbler fancied he beheld all the wealth which the earth had produced in the past century for the use of mankind.Returning home,he buried his money and his happiness at the same time,No more singin;he lost his voice,the moment he acquired that which is the source of so much grief.Sleep quitted his dwelling;and cares,suspicions,and false alarms took its place,All day,his eye wandered in the direction of his treasure;and at night,if some stray cat made a noise,the cat was robbing him.At length the poor man ran to the house of his rich neighbor;"Give my back.",said he,"sleep and my voice,and take your hundred crowns."一个皮匠从早到晚在唱歌中度过。无论见到他本人或听见他的歌声都使人觉得很愉快。他对于制鞋工作比当上了希腊七对还要满足。 与此相反，他的邻居是个银行家，拥有万贯家财，却很少唱歌，晚上也睡得不好。他偶尔在黎明时分迷迷糊糊刚入睡，皮匠的歌声便于工作把他吵醒了。银行家郁郁寡欢地抱怨上帝没有睡眠也制成一种像食品或饮料那样可以买卖的商品。后来，银行家就叫人把这位歌手请来，问道：“格列戈里师傅，你一年赚多少钱？” “先生，你问我一年赚多少钱吗？”快乐的皮匠笑道：“我从来不算这笔帐，我是一天一天地过日子，总而言之坚持到年底，每天挣足三餐。” “啊，朋友，那么你一天赚多少钱呢？” “有时多一点，有时少一点；不过最糟糕的是一年中总有些日子不准我们做买卖，牧师又常常在圣徒名单上添新名字，否则我们的收入也还算不错的。” 银行家被皮匠的直率逗笑了，他说：“我要你从今以后不愁没钱用。这一百枚钱你拿去，小心放好，需要时拿来用吧。” 皮匠觉自己好像看到了过去几百年来大地为人类所需而制造出来的全部财富。他回到家中，埋藏好硬币，同时也埋葬了他的快乐。他不再唱歌了；从他得到这种痛苦的根源那一刻起，他的嗓子就哑了。睡眠与他分手；取而代之的却是担心、怀疑、虚惊。白天，他的目光尽朝埋藏硬币的方向望；夜间，如果有只迷途的猫弄出一点声响，他就以为是有人来抢他的钱。最后，这个可怜的皮匠跑到他那富有的邻居家里说：“把你的一百枚钱拿回去，还我的睡眠和歌声来。”

"A friend walk in when the rest of the world walks out."Sometimes in life,You find a special friend;Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.This is forever friendship.When you're down,And the world seems dark and empty,Your forever friend lifts you up in spirits and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full.Your forever friend gets you through the hard times,the sad times,and the confused times.If you turn and walk away,Your forever friend follows,If you lose you way,Your forever friend guides you and cheers you on.Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.And if you find such a friend,You feel happy and complete,Because you need not worry,Your have a forever friend for life,And forever has no end."别人都走开的时候，朋友仍与你在一起。”有时候在生活中，你会找到一个特别的朋友；他只是你生活中的一部分内容，却能改变你整个的生活。他会把你逗得开怀大笑；他会让你相信人间有真情。他会让你确信，真的有一扇不加锁的门，在等待着你去开启。这就是永远的友谊。当你失意，当世界变得黯淡与空虚，你真正的朋友会让你振作起来，原本黯淡、空虚的世界顿时变得明亮和充实。你真正的朋友会与你一同度过困难、伤心和烦恼的时刻。你转身走开时，真正的朋友会紧紧相随，你迷失方向时，真正的朋友会引导你，鼓励你。真正的朋友会握着你的手，告诉你一切都会好起来的。如果你找到了这样的朋友，你会快乐，觉得人生完整，因为你无需再忧虑。你拥有了一个真正的朋友，永永远远，永无止境。

“Life is a pure flame,and we live by an invisible sun within us.” ------Sir Thomas BrowneNo young man believes he shall ever die.It was a saying of my brother's,and a fine one.There is a feeling of Eternity in youth,which makes us amend for everything.To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods.One half of time indeed is flown-the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures;for there is no line drawn,and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes.We make the coming age our own-The vast,the unbounded prospect lies before us.Death.old age.are words without a meaning.that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not.Others may have undergone,or may still be liable to them-we "bear a charmed life",which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies.As in setting out on delightful journey,we strain our eager gaze forward-Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!-and see no end to the landscape,new objects presenting themselves as we advance;so,in the commencement of life,we set no bounds to our inclinations.nor to the unrestricted opportunities of grastifying them.We have as yet found no obstacle,no di sposition to flag;and it seems that we can go on so forever.We look round in a new world,full of life,and motion,and ceaseless progress;and feel in ourselves all the vigour and spirit to keep pace with it,and do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things,decline into old age,and drop into the grave.It is the simplicity,and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth,that(so to speak)identifies us with nature,and(our experience being slight and our passions strong)deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it.Our short-lives connexion with existence we fondly flatter ourselves,is an indissoluble and lasting union-a honeymoon that knows neither coldness,jar,nor separation.As infants smile and sleep,we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies,and lulled into security by the roar of the universe around us.we quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it,instead of which it only overflows the more-objects press around us,filling the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them,so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.“生命是束纯净的火焰，我们依靠自己内心看不见的太阳而存在。”——托马斯•布朗爵士年轻人不相信自已会死。这是我哥哥的话，可算得一句妙语。青春有一种永生之感——它能弥补一切。人在青年时代好像一尊永生的神明。诚然，生命的一半已以消逝，但蕴藏着不尽财富的另一半还有所保留，我们对它也抱着无穷的希望和幻想。未来的时代完全属于我们——无限辽阔的远景在我们面前展现 死亡，老年，不过是空话，毫无意义；我们听了，只耳边风，全不放在心上。这些事，别人也许经历过，或者可能要承受，但是我们自己，“在灵符护佑下度日”，对于诸如此类脆弱的念头，统统付之轻蔑的一笑。像是刚刚走上愉快的旅程，极目远眺——向远方的美景欢呼！此时，但觉好风光应接不暇，而且，前程更有美不胜收的新鲜景致。在这生活的开端，我们听任自己的志趣驰骋，放手给它们一切满足的机会。到此为止，我们还没有碰上过什么障碍，也没有感觉到什么疲惫，因此觉得还可以一直这样向前走去，直到永远。我们看到四周一派新天地——生机盎然，变动不居，日新月异；我们觉得自己活力充盈，精神饱满，可与宇宙并驾齐驱。而且，眼前也无任何迹象可以证明，在大自然的发展过程中，我们自己也会落伍，衰老，进入坟墓。由于年轻人天真单纯，可以说是茫然无知，因而将自己跟大自然划上等号；并且，由于经验少而感情盛，误以为自己也能和大自然一样永世长存。我们一厢情愿，痴心妄想，竟把自己在世上的暂时栖身，当作千古不变、万事长存的结合，好像没有冷淡、争执、离别的密月。像婴儿带着微笑入睡，我们躺在用自己编织成的摇篮里，让大千世界的万籁之声催哄我们安然入梦；我们急切切，兴冲冲地畅饮生命之杯，怎么也不会饮干，反而好像永远是满满欲溢；森罗万象纷至沓来，各种欲望随之而生，使我们腾不出工夫想死亡。

I love you not because of who you are,but because of who I am when I am with you.No man or woman is worth your tears,and the one who is ,won't make you cry.The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting ri ght beside them knowing you can't have them.Never frown,even when you are sad,because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.To the world you may be one person,but to one person you may be the world.Don't waste your time on a man/woman,who isn't willing to waste their time on you.Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.Don't try to hard,the best things come when you least expect them to.Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one,so that when we finally meet the person,we will know how to be grateful.Don't cry because it is over,smile because it happened.我爱你，不是因为你是一个怎样的人，而是因为我喜欢与你在一起时的感觉。没有人值得你流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。失去某人，最糟糕的莫过于，他近在身旁，却犹如远在天边。纵然伤心，也不要悉眉不展，因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。对于世界而言，你是一个人；但是对于某人，你是他的整个世界。不要为那些不愿在你身上花费时间的人而浪费你的时间。爱你的人如果没有按你所希望的方式爱你，那并不代表他们没有全心全意地爱你。不要着急，最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。在遇到梦中人之前，上天也许会安排我们先遇到别人；在我们终于遇见心仪的人时，便应当心存感激。不要因为结束而哭泣，微笑吧，为你的曾经拥有。

The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;It rains,and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the moldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.My life is cold and dark and dreary;It rains and the wind is never weary;My though still cling to the moldering past,But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,And the days are dark and dreary. Be still,sad heart!And cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary. 天冷、阴暗、沉闷；下着雨，风也刮个不停；藤还攀附着颓垣残壁，每来一阵狂风，枯叶附落纷纷，天真是阴暗而沉闷。 我的生活寒冷、阴郁、沉闷；下着雨，风也刮个不停；我的思想还纠缠着消逝的往事，大风里，我的青春希望相继熄灭，天真是阴暗而沉闷。 安静吧，忧伤的心！别再悔恨；乌云后面太阳依然辉煌灿烂；你命运和大家的一样，每个人一生都得逢上阴雨，有些日子必然阴暗而沉闷。