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      If you woke pup this morning with more health than illness……you are more blessed than themillion who will not survive this week.
      If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, theagony 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 tosleep… 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 areamong 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 andCanada.
      Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
      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.
      Greta always said, “dear, keep walking in sunshine!” no matter how terrible my day started, ialways felt sunny walking home from greta’s house-even beneath the winter starlight.
      I arrived at greta’s house today just after sunset. an ambulance had stopped a few feet fromher door, it’s red lights flashing. when i ran into the old house, greta recognized me right away.
      She smiled at me with her unforgettable twinkling blue eyes. she was almost out of breath whenshe reached out and softly touched my arm. her last words to me were “dear, keep walking insunshine!”
      她對我微笑,一雙令人難忘的藍眼睛閃爍著光芒。當她艱難地走出來,溫柔地撫摸著我的胳膊的時候,她幾乎已經奄奄一息。她對我說的最后一句話是:“親愛的,記得一直要走在陽光下?!?br /> 關于英語美文篇三
      How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose heknows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knowsfrom daily life that one exists for other people—first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, towhose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remindmyself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, andthat I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am stillreceiving. I am strongly drawn to a frugal life and am often oppressively aware that I amengrossing an undue amount of the labor of my fellowmen. I regard class distinctions asunjustified and, in the last resort, based on force. I also believe that a simple andunassuming life is good for everybody, physically and mentally.
      I do not at all believe in human freedom in the philosophical sense. Everybody acts not onlyunder external compulsion but also in accordance with inner necessity. Schopenhauer’ssaying, “A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants,” has been a very realinspiration to me since my youth; it has been a continual consolation in the face of life’shardships, my own and others’, and an unfailing wellspring of tolerance. This realizationmercifully mitigates the easily paralyzing sense of responsibility and prevents us from takingourselves and other people all too seriously; it is conducive to a view of life which, inparticular, gives humor its due.
      To inquire after the meaning or object of one’s own existence or that of all creatures hasalways seemed to me absurd from an objective point of view. And yet everybody has certainideals which determine the direction of his endeavors and his judgments. In this sense I havenever looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves—this ethical basis I call the idealof a pigsty. The ideals which have lighted my way, and time after time have given me newcourage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense ofkinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternallyunattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed to me empty.The trite objects of human efforts—possessions, outward success, luxury—have alwaysseemed to me contemptible.
      My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddlywith my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and humancommunities. I am truly a “lone traveler” and have never belonged to my country, my home, myfriend, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I havenever lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude-feelings which increase with the years.One becomes sharply aware, but without regret, of the limits of mutual understanding andconsonance with other people. No doubt, such a person loses some of his innocence andunconcern; on the other hand, he is largely independent, of the opinions, habits, andjudgments of his fellows and avoids the temptation to build his inner equilibrium upon suchinsecure foundations.
      The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotionwhich stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can nolonger wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was theexperience of mystery—even if mixed with fear—that engendered religion. A knowledge of theexistence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason andthe most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds—it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity; in this sense, and in thisalone, I am a deeply religious man. I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes hiscreatures, or has a will of the kind that we experience in ourselves. Neither can I nor would Iwant to conceive of an individual that survives his physical death; let feeble souls, from fear orabsurd egoism, cherish such thoughts. I am satisfied with the mystery of the eternity of lifeand with the awareness and a glimpse of the marvelous structure of the existing world,together with the devoted striving to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of theReason that manifests itself in nature.