求一篇英语的哲理故事,三分钟左右,
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求一篇英语的哲理故事,三分钟左右,
求一篇英语的哲理故事,三分钟左右,
求一篇英语的哲理故事,三分钟左右,
Sand and Stone
The story goes that two friends were walking through the desert.During some point of the journey they had an argument,and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt,but without saying anything,wrote in the sand:"Today my best friend slapped me in the face."
They kept on walking until they found an oasis,where they decided to take a bath.The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning,but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning,he wrote on a stone:"Today my best friend saved my life."
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him,"After I hurt you,you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone.Why?"
The other friend replied:"When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.But when someone does something good for us,we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person an hour to appreciate them,a day to love them,but an entire life to forget them.
Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget.It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them
Take the time to live.
石头和沙子
两个朋友结伴穿越沙漠,旅途中二人突然吵了起来,其中一个掴了对方一记耳光.被打的人感到自己受了伤害,但什么也没有说,只是在沙地上写下了这样一句话:“今天我最好的朋友掴了我耳光.他们继续前行,看见到处绿洲,他们正打算在那里洗澡时,刚才被打的人不小心陷入了泥潭,开始深陷,他的朋友救了他.等他从几近淹死的边缘苏醒过来后,他在石头上刻下:“今天我最好的朋友救了我的命.”他的朋友问:“为什么我伤你之后,你在沙子上写字,现在却把字刻在石头上?” 他回答道:“当有人伤害了我们,我们应该把它写进沙里,宽恕的风会把仇恨抹去.而当有人为我们做了好事,我们应当把它刻在石头上,没有风可以将它抹去.”
推荐第一篇《The Most Beautiful Flower》
推荐理由:
生活中不是缺少美,而是缺少发现美的眼睛;生活中不是缺少快乐,而是缺少感受快乐的心。
如果双目失明,我们是不是一定不快乐?如果健健康康,我们是不是一定快乐?
它再一次告诉我们,快乐在心。
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to r...
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推荐第一篇《The Most Beautiful Flower》
推荐理由:
生活中不是缺少美,而是缺少发现美的眼睛;生活中不是缺少快乐,而是缺少感受快乐的心。
如果双目失明,我们是不是一定不快乐?如果健健康康,我们是不是一定快乐?
它再一次告诉我们,快乐在心。
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun. As I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see, the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see beauty, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
推荐第二篇《The Fence》
推荐理由:
从这篇文章里面,我至少感受到两点:第一,人的潜力是无穷的,很多时候你认为自己做不到的事情,其实可以。就像一些看似根深蒂固的习惯,其实可以改变。第二,正如文中所说,言语的伤害有时候比身体的伤害更严重,这个道理谁都懂,但是文中所用的比喻真的太绝妙。
The Fence
There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
推荐第三篇《The Eyes of Love》
推荐理由:
在每一个爱你的人眼里,你都是最美丽的,连缺点都是美丽的。
所以我们每个人都可以自信满满,有理由有资本去自信,只要拥有了爱。
A grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.
The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.
"You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.
Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. Her grandmother knelt down next to her. "I love your freckles," she said.
"Not me," the girl replied.
"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles" she said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful!"
The girl looked up. "Really?" "Of course," said the grandmother. "Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."
The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face. "Wrinkles," she answered softly
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