Last Sunday, Liu Ming and his friends went for a picnic at the foot of themountain.
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 runafter it for a long time . When he thought of his friends again, he got lost. Atthat time, a farmer came. With his help ,Liu Ming found his friends again. Hethanked 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 thisshameless government -a mixture of east wind ，blizzard, snow, rain, fog, frost,hail, sleet and thunder-storms, but a sunny, blue-skyed, joyous spring, such aswe used to have regularly every year when I was a young man, and things weredifferent.
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Spring had come to me also, and stirred me with a strange new life, with astrange new hope. I, too, was part of nature, and it was spring! Tender leavesand blossoms were unfolding from my heart. Bright flowers of love and gratitudewere opening round its roots. I felt new strength in all my limbs. New blood wasrunning through my veins. Nobler thoughts and nobler longings were throbbingthrough my brain. As I walked, nature came and talked beside me, and showed met河南好的癫痫病专业医院在哪里he world and myself, and the ways of God seemed clearer.
"I tell you I must go!" I retorted, roused to something like passion. "Doyou think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am anautomaton?--a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of breadsnatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do youthink, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am souless andheartless? You think wrong!--I have as much soul as you,--and full as muchheart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should havemade it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am nottalking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor evern ofmortal flesh;--it is my spirit that adresses your spirit; just as if both haspassed 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, awheel-barrowor a set of books, digging ditches or editing a paper, ringing anauction bell or writing funnythings, you must work. If you look around you w癫痫病那家医院看的好illsee the men who are the most able to livethe rest of their days without work arethe 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. Theydiesometimes, but it is because they quit work at six in the evening, and do notgo home until twoin the morning. It’s the interval that kills, my son. The workgives you an appetite for yourmeals; it lends solidity to your slumbers, itgives 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 orshut my
eyes regardless his suggestion. Even when I catch a glimpse of the sky withstars, but again at sea. When I am depressed, my vision narrowed.
This friend has a lovely and smart daughter and so charming like a flowerin dancing. But, she is unable to see the outside world clearly. My friend everso grieve that he was so pessimistic. No other aids seem to help him, but hegained the delight after a journey of hardship with looking ahead that thecrucial life taught him.
Look ahead, he has witnes癫娴病吃什么食物好sed his daughter‘s experience journey----she ismore beautiful and tamer and can take care of herself. She dresses her blackexcise cloth, with white dancing shoes, black and high-twist hair style withlighting 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 becomesa warmly received dancing teacher…
The God is always absent when we knock His door. The great poet 朗费罗 couldnot 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, itis worth looking ahead. If one minute is not enough, then take one more. Lookingagain and again with a long time, or even your whole life and your love andhope. See whether所有的雨都会停; see the sky after rain if it is cleaner, vaster, morefantastic and see whether there is rainbow in magic.
There is always the time the God go home; the stop for rain and the hopeand joyous ahead.