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第一篇 A Grain of Sand 一粒沙子
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild fllower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
第二篇 Love Your Life 热爱生活
Henry David Thoreau/享利.大卫.梭罗
However mean your life is,meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life,poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant,thrilling,glorious hourss,even in a poor-house.The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man‘s abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts,as in a palace.The town‘s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb,like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things,whether clothes or friends,Turn the old,return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
第三篇 These Things Shall Never Die 这些美好不会消逝
The pure.the bright,the beautiful,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The dreams of love and truth;
The longing after something‘s lost,
The spirit‘s yearning cry,
The striving after better hopes-
These things can never die.
The timid hand stretched forth to aid
A brother in his need,
A kindly word in grief‘s dark hour
That proves a friend indeed ;
The plea for mercy softly breathed,
When justice threatens nigh,
The sorrow of a contrite heart-
These things shall never die.
Let nothing pass for every hand
Must find some work to do ;
Lose not a chance to waken love-
Be firm,and just ,and true;
So shall a light that cannot fade
Beam on thee from on high.
And angel voices say to thee---
These things shall never die.
第四篇 Think it over……好 好想想……
Today we have higher buildings and wider highways,but shorter temperaments and narrower points of
We spend more,but enjoy less;
We have bigger houses,but smaller famillies;
We have more compromises,but less time;
We have more knowledge,but less judgment;
We have more medicines,but less health;
We have multiplied out possessions,but reduced out values;
We talk much,we love only a little,and we hate too much;
We reached the Moon and came back,but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our
We have conquered the uter space,but not our inner space;
We have highter income,but less morals;
These are times with more liberty,but less joy;
We have much more food,but less nutrition;
These are the days in which it takes two salaries for each home,but divorces increase;
These are times of finer houses,but more broken homes;
That‘s why I propose,that as of today;
You do not keep anything for a special occasion.because every day that you live is a SPECIAL CCASION.
Search for knowledge,read more ,sit on your porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs;
Spend more time with your family and friends,eat your favorite foods,visit the places you love;
Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment;not only about survival;
Use your crystal goblets.Do not save your best perfume,and use it every time you feel you want it.
Remove from your vocabulary phrases like"one of these days"or "someday";
Let‘s write that letter we thought of writing "one of these days"!
Let‘s tell our families and friends how much we love them;
Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life;
Every day,every hour,and every minute is special;
And you don‘t know if it will be your last.
第五篇 The life I desired 我所追求的生活
威廉.萨姆塞特.毛姆/William Somerset Maugham
That must be the story of innumerable couples,and the pattern of lifeof life it offers has a homely grace.It reminds you of a placid rivulet,meandering smoohtly through green pastures and shaded by pleasant trees,till at last it falls into the vasty sea;but the sea is so calm,so silent,so infifferent,that you are troubled suddently by a vague uneasiness.Perhaps it is only by a kink in my nature,strong in me even in those days,that i felt in such an existence,the share of the great majority,something amiss.I recognized its social value.I saw its ordered happiness,but a fever in my blood asked for a wilder course.There seemed to me something alarming in such easy delights.In my heart was desire to live more dangerously.I was not unprepared for jagged rocks and treacherous,shoals it I could only have change-change and the exicitement of unforeseen.
第六篇 Virtue 美德
Sweet day,so cool,so calm,so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky-
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
Sweet rose,whose hue angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring,full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die,
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season‘d timber,never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
第七篇 The country Maid and Her Milk Can 村姑和牛奶罐
A country maid was walking along with a can of milk upon her head,when she fell into the following train of reflections."The money for which I shall sell this milk will enable me to increase my stock of eggs to three hundred,These eggs,allowing for what may prove addle,and what may be destroyed by vermin,will produce at least two hundred and fifty chickens.The chickens will be fit to carry to market just at the time when poultry is always dear;so that by the new year I cannot fail of having money enough to purchase a new gown.Green-let me consider-yes,green becomes my complexion best .and green it shall be, In this dress I will go to the fair,where all young fellows will strive to have me for a parter;but no-I shall refuse every one of them,and with a disdainful toss turn from them."
Transported with this idea,she could not forbear acting with her head the thought that passed in her mind,when down came the can of milk!And all her imaginary happiness vanished in a moment.
一个村姑头上顶着一罐牛奶在路上行走。走着走着，她的脑子里浮现出一连串的幻想：“我卖了这罐牛奶后，用这笔钱买鸡蛋，这样我有的鸡蛋可以增加到300 个。用这300 个鸡蛋孵小鸡，这就算有坏的、生虫的，
第八篇 The Rainy Day 雨天
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 亨利.沃兹渥斯.朗费罗
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.
第九篇 Love 爱情
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 right 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.
Life is a pure flame,and we live by an invisible sun within us.
-------Sir Thomas Browne
第十篇 On the Feeling of Immortality in youth 有感于青春常在
No 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 disposition 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 us0we 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.
第十一篇 A Forever Friend 永远的朋友
"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.
第十二篇： The Cobbler and the banker 皮匠和银行家
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."
第十三篇 A Greek to Remember 一位值得纪念的希腊人
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
reply,"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
thistub 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."
第十四篇 Friends 朋友
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.
第十五篇 The More Loving One 让我们成为更有爱心的人
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well 仰望群星的时分，我一清二楚，
That, for all they care, I can go to hell, 尽管它们关怀备至，我亦有可能赴地府，
But on earth indifference is the least 可是尘世间我们丝毫不必畏惧
We have to dread from man or beast. 人类或禽兽的那份冷漠。
How should we like it were stars to burn 倘若群星燃烧着关怀我们的激情，
With a passion for us we could not return? 我们却无法回报，我们作何感想？
If equal affection cannot be, 倘若无法产生同样的感情，
Let the more loving one be me. 让我成为更有爱心的人。
Admirer as I think I am 尽管我自视为群星的崇拜者，
Of stars that do not give a damn, 它们满不在乎，
I cannot, now I see them ,say 现在我看群星，我却难以启齿，
I missed one terribly all day. 说我成天思念一颗星星。
Were all stars to disappear or die 倘若所有的星星消失或者消亡，
I should learn to look at an empty sky 我应该学会仰望空荡的天空，
And feel its total dark sublime, 同时感受天空一片漆黑的崇高，
Though this might take me a little time. 虽然这样可能要花费一点时间。
第十六篇 If I were a Boy Again 假如我又回到了童年
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,” syas 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,
cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” syas a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” The fear of ill exceeds the
fear.” Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of
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
upon it, I smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar
Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “
shuts love out ,in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect,
If I were a boy again, I would school myself to say no more often. I might write pages on the
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
little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more
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.
第十七篇 Words To Live By 生活的忠告
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
Remember that the man who can shoulder the most risk will gain the deepest love and the supreme
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;
记住三个“尊”： 尊重你自己； 尊重别人； 保持尊严， 对自己的行为负责；
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
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 your old age will help you to enjoy your
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
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
In love and cooking,you must give 100% effort……but expect little appreciation;
第十八篇 A psalm of life 人生礼颂
Herry Wadsworth Longfellow/享利.沃兹渥斯.朗费罗
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.howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,act in the living Present!
Heart within,and God O’erhead!
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 o’er 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.
第十九篇 自我意识 Self-Awareness
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.
第二十篇 青春的飞逝 The Flight of youth
Richard Henry Stoddard/理查德.亨利.斯托达德
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!
第二十一篇 发现 Discovery
The word “discovery” literally means, uncovering something that’s hidden from view. But
what really happens is a change in the viewer. The familiar offers comfort few can resist, and
fewer still want to disturb. But as relatively recent inventions such as the telescope and
microscope have taught us, the unknown has many layers. Every truth has geological strata, and
you can’t have an orthodoxy without a heresy.
The moment a newborn opens its eyes, discovery begins.
I learned this with a laugh one morning after delivering a calf. When it lifted up its fluffy head and looked at me, its eyes held the absolute bewilderment of the newly born. A moment before it had the even black nowhere of the womb, and suddenly its world was full of colour, movement and noise. I’ve never seen anything so shocked to be alive.
第二十二篇： If the world were a Village of 100 People 如果世界是个一百人的村落
To all my friends and loved ones Love from me Useful Perspective
致朋友们以及我所爱的人们 这是一份爱的礼物 也是一席金玉良言
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:
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
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.
6 人拥有全世界59％的财富,而且这6 人全是美国人
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 人濒临死亡边缘；1 人正要出生
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 pup 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
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.
第二十三篇 Three Days to See 假如拥有三天光明
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; sometimes 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
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 , 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 responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see
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
the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver
or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search
bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep I feel the delightful, velvety
of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; 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. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little
which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of
light and the gift of sight is used only as mere convenience rather that as a means of adding
fullness to life.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for three days!
第二十四篇 Genius at Work 天才在工作
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.