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《假如给我三天光明》一书的字里行间无不洋溢着海伦对生活的热爱，作文 观书有感——读《假如给我三天光明》有感。海伦.凯勒，她出生在一个小城镇，在她出生的第十九个月因一次猩红热被迫失去了听力和视力。在黑暗和寂寞的世界内她选择了自暴自弃。指导她的导师——安妮.沙利文出现，才将她从黑暗中解脱出来。使她学会用顽强的毅力去克服生理缺陷造成的精神痛苦。

三天的时间对正常人来说并不算什么，在我们的眼里那只不过是短暂的几天，或许我们只会像平时一样做着日复一日的事情，读后感《作文 观书有感——读《假如给我三天光明》有感》。而对于海伦来说，却可以做许多自己想做的事情。她可以去仔细看她的老师、亲人、朋友；可以去看黑夜变成白昼的动人奇迹，仰望壮丽的曙光；可以像正常人一样在日常的世界中度过一天。她可以感受到这个世界的美。而与此同时，我们却时常忽略这个世界给我们带来的美。

海伦说：“苦难对于天才只不过是一块垫脚石。”这种磨难练就了海伦坚强的性格。在老师的帮助下有着甚至是超过了常人的健康心理。她不去抱怨命运给她带来的不公，不接受他人的怜悯，而是凭借自己的毅力和意志去造就一个新的自己，勇敢的面对现实，接受命运的挑战。

卡赞扎基曾经说过：“勇敢寓于灵魂之中，而不单凭一个强壮的躯体。”

On Sister Carrie Carrie was such an ordinary rural girl at the beginning of the story. Sitting on the seat of a bus she couldn’t help feeling exciting at the sight of the metropolis’ spectacle. She was impressed deeply by large crowd on the avenue the spacious square or tall buildings. Far more different from other heroines Carrie was not a plain pure angel like Snow-white nor was she brave enough to be a heroine of revolutionist or even a reformer nor was she so clever as to be a successful career woman who start from scratch.

What attracted her most after her entering this huge metropolis was the incredible fineries fashion shoes smart handbags displaying in the shop windows the jewellerys shining brightly behind the glass. She dreamed that one day she could wear all of these jogging gracefully into the most luxurious hotel with focused sights of admiration. And this was not merely a dream. Because she had large eyes which can earn others’ sympathy even love. She had wonderful figure which can win others’ hearts. However anything she got anywhere she reached had not come from her ambition.

Things happened and then she accepted. That’s what she had just done ? just to accept willingly from the bottom of her heart. She was not at all an evil woman who would give anything for the fortune or fame. However she would give uo something for a better life when her instinct defeated her intellect.

That was Carrie a girl had her own desire a human being just like many others in the realistic world.There’s one sentence written in chapter VIII:” When this jangle of free-will instinct shall have been adjusted when perfect understanding has given the former the power to replace the latter entirely man will no longer vary.” However how many people can go that further.

在去年世界读书日推荐的书单中，我最喜欢的就是《西游记》了。小说时而催人泪下，时而令人捧腹大笑，时而令人陷入沉思，《西游记》让我明白了路是靠自己坚定地走出来的。

《西游记》讲的是唐僧、孙悟空、猪八戒和沙和尚师徒四人历经九九八十一难后，终于到达西天取得真经的故事。在这么多小故事中，让我印象最深的就是在取经的漫漫长路中，孙悟空那种坚持不懈、勇往直前的精神。在“三打白骨精”的故事里，白骨精变化成了一个女子来迷惑唐僧。

孙悟空火眼金睛一下子就认出这是个妖精，一棍子打死了。唐僧肉眼凡胎误以为是悟空错杀了人，一气之下把他赶回了花果山。没过多久唐僧就被妖怪抓走了。其实孙悟空到了花果山并没有在那里享乐游玩，而是一心想着唐僧。最后，还是孙悟空把唐僧救了出来，他在前往西天取经的路上，不断地为唐僧降妖除魔，才让唐僧到西天如来那里取得了真经。

在我们的日常生活中，也是如此。一个人如果遇到崇山峻岭就不敢前进，害怕山中有妖魔鬼怪，那么他不但不会进步，还可能退步;一个人如果像猪八戒那样，没有上进心，一天到晚就想着放弃，那么当他碰到困难时就只会打退堂鼓;一个人如果像孙悟空那样。

虽然在取经的路途中遭受唐僧的驱赶和八戒的挑拨，但是他从来没有放弃和惧怕过，而是勇往直前、坚持不懈，总是勇敢地冲在最前面。我们作为一个少先队员，都应该像孙悟空一样百折不挠。在学习中，如果我们某一门成绩考得不理想，我们不应该随随便便放弃，而是要找出错误的原因努力改正，争取下一次考出好成绩。

在《西游记》的电视剧里，有一首歌是这样唱的：敢问路在何方，路在脚下。我们要像孙悟空那样踏踏实实地走好每一步，相信只要自己坚定信念、勤奋努力，终有一天会取得成功!

她，简爱第一个朋友，也是最早失去的朋友。

第一次相遇，永远那么意外，初来乍到的简与专心读书的彭斯，因一个微小的咳嗽声而转身，确认过眼神，简遇上了对的人—————彭斯。

她懂得关爱他人，当简爱受到勃洛克赫斯的当众羞辱，一个人躲在角落里哭泣时，她给简爱带来了咖啡与点心，陪简聊天、谈心，虽然自己在学校也会遭到老师的羞辱、同学的嘲笑，但她却不希望简也与自己一样忍气吞声，只能沦为别人的笑柄。

彭斯和简爱两个人都是从小出身贫寒，父母双亡，彭斯信仰内心尊崇上帝，一路忍让，即使自己的所做所为是完全正确的，也只能任别人所责骂，只晓得忍气吞声、退一步海阔天空的个性在她的身上体现得活灵活现。简爱却并非如此，她是反抗精神的代表人物，与里德太太互怼，被称为坏孩子的简爱拥有了其余女孩从未拥有的反抗精神，也让她成为了人们口中的“异类”“爱说谎的骗子”。

彭斯这个人物的设定，也许是勃朗特特地用来与简进行对比的，她的精神世界是庸俗中最高尚的，也是高尚中最庸俗的，即使拥有好学、善良的品质，却没有超前优质的精神，最后也只能沦为普通的市井小民。

黑格尔曾说：“如果一个人的人生之舟不知驶向何方，那么它的航行将会是痛苦并徒劳的。”因此她早年得病而死也许是对她最好的安排，如果再到后来，她只会沦为芸芸众生的一位过客，她就不再是海伦彭斯。

人的生命是有限的，但彭斯仅在她短短的十九年岁月里，为人为己，书写了只属于自己的童话。

她因为自己没有能力反抗，只能接受残酷的事实，用乐观的心态去微笑着面对它，其实，你也可以获得属于自己的胜利——可怜的海伦。

reading classics have significant implication for a person’s development. a sea of classic books are usually written by a lot of well-known folks. different kinds of books tell us their own special subjects, which teach us how to effectively do our jobs, carry out problems from different parts and do a successful man.

recently people who tend to read classics are shrinking, while in the past classic staff had a large popularity for all kinds of individuals. why does this phenomenon come out? the reason for this problem is from many aspects, mainly as follows.

the first reason is that people do not have enough time to read and reluctant to spend their valuable time in books. as the economic development is becoming increasingly fast, a multitude of characters surge into their money. in order to earn more incomes, they kill their all time in their jobs, and they even don’t want to take a little of their all time to read. the second reason for causing this phenomenon is next.

nowadays piracy books become growing popular, especially classics. this problem, to some extent, affects people’s moods and interests of reading classics. so a wealth of individuals of reading classics turn to dramatically shrinking.

from my own perspective, we, as college students, should read all kinds of books, including classics, to develop our own comprehensive and perfect knowledge. we should pay attention to the content of books, not the paper quality of books.

阅读经典对一个人的发展有重要的影响。经典书籍的海洋通常是由很多著名的人写的。不同种类的书告诉我们自己的特殊的学科,它教我们如何有效地做我们的工作,执行问题来自不同地方和做一个成功的男人。

最近倾向于阅读经典的人减少,而在过去经典的员工有一个大流行各种各样的人。为什么这种现象出现?这个问题的原因来自很多方面,主要如下。

第一个原因是,人们没有足够的时间阅读和不愿意花宝贵的时间在书中。随着经济发展越来越快,许多人物飙升到他们的钱。为了赚取更多的收入,他们杀了他们所有的时间在他们的工作,他们甚至不想花一点的时间去阅读。第二个原因造成这一现象是下一个。

现在盗版书籍变得越来越受欢迎,特别是经典。这个问题,在某种程度上,影响人们的情绪和兴趣的阅读经典。如此丰富的个人阅读经典的急剧萎缩。

从我自己的角度来看,我们作为大学生,应该读各种各样的书,其中包括经典,发展我们自己的全面和完善的知识。我们应注意对书的内容,而不是纸质的书籍。

“而那过去的，将会成为亲切的怀念”——普希金

无论单片回忆好也罢，坏也罢，都是中年鲁迅用来安慰自己的心灵。当我领略了这一点时，便以另一种眼光来看待此文了。

长妈妈，即阿长，儿时鲁迅的保姆。“然而大家因为叫惯了，没有改口，于是她从此也就成为长妈妈了。”一个人，居然连个名字都没有。其地位之低。可想而知。鲁迅也不大佩服她。“最讨厌的是喜欢切切察察，向人们声絮说什么事——”这么一个嚼舌妇谁又能接受呢?睡觉时，居然还成“大”字状，逼得小鲁迅无处可睡。而长妈妈，接到批评后再接再厉，不思悔改。一个如此粗俗的人，又有谁能忍受?“但她懂得许多规矩，也大概是我所不耐烦的”，文中，长妈妈粗俗，但又懂得如此之多的规矩并传给鲁迅。这些也许在今天看来十分可笑，但背景是在旧封建社会，作为一个长辈，长妈妈也只有将这些她一生所知的规矩教给鲁迅。这是对鲁迅的爱。在元旦的福橘事件中，长妈妈不能通过自身的努力改变自己的地位。只能把希望寄托在神佛身上。但在鲁迅祝福长妈妈之后，长妈妈也祝福鲁迅。也就是说长妈妈在期盼自己得到幸福的同时，也希望他人得到幸福。可见其心地之善良。

在长妈妈给“我”讲长毛故事时，说自己有能力让大炮放不出来，甚至炸膛。虽说这是可笑的，愚昧的，但还是能够体验出中急切地想被肯定，被确认自己存在的感觉。

那时，鲁迅却想得到绘图的(山海经)。由于当时鲁迅在大家眼里是个“不重要”失，所以这个愿望一直未能得到满足。然而长妈妈却留意并记住了。但在文中，长妈妈连这本书的名字都叫错了，能买到实在不容易。体现了长妈妈对鲁迅的关心照顾。

“仁厚黑暗的地母啊，愿在你怀里永安她的魂灵。”

Books are so familiar with, opened the book and it is so common fonts, but contains the new knowledge, for us to explore.

Book is the key to open the heart, no matter what setbacks and difficulties, it will teach us how to do, to solve every thing, and improve our courage.

Book is also with the friends I grew up, of course, it also grew up in day by day, a grow up will have new knowledge, and I will learn it.

We can keep learning as a meaningful, you are interested, danger, there are exciting adventures, observe good each place, each place the difficulties, perseverance, courage leaned down, no matter how difficult and dangerous, walk to the end, is the winner, to get the happiness, happy to get the interest, with interest will naturally want to continue to explore, gain confidence, confidence inspires you to move forward.

In the book, the hidden profound knowledge, make you curious to know, to understand and satisfy your curiosity, so you can discover more secrets, explore constantly, constantly thinking, continuous deep, increasing knowledge, constantly find, let confidence unceasingly, in the end...

书是那么的熟悉，翻开书又是那么常见的字体，但却包含着全新的知识，都要我们去探索。

书是打开心灵的钥匙，不管遇到什么挫折和困难，它都会教导我们该怎样去做，解决好每一件事，并提高我们的勇气。

当然，书也是陪伴我长大的朋友，其实它也在一天天长大，一长大就有了新的知识，而我却要学习它的知识。

我们可以把学习当做一个有意义， 有兴趣， 有危险， 有刺激的探险旅程，观察好每一处，每一处带来的困难，坚持不懈，勇往直前的探下去，不管有多么困难和危险，走到最后，就是胜利者，顺利获得了快乐，快乐获得了兴趣，有了兴趣就自然想继续探索，获得信心，信心激发你前进。

在书里，隐藏着深奥的知识，让你充满好奇的去认识，去领悟，满足你的好奇心，因此你会发现更多的秘密，不断探究，不断思考，不断深索，不断增长知识，不断发觉，不断让信心增强，到最后……

导语：《茶花女》故事讲述了一个青年人与巴黎上流社会一位交际花曲折凄婉的爱情故事。下面是yuwenmi小编为大家整理的优秀英语作文，欢迎阅读与借鉴，谢谢!

I read the Chinese version of “Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by the main character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas, fils, is the story of Marguerite Gautier, a young courtesan, or kept woman, in Paris in the mid 1800s, and how she falls in love with a young man, Armand Duval, and then tries to escape from her questionable past. Unfortunately, it comes back to haunt her and she ends up returning to that life and dies painfully and alone, but with the knowledge that she was a noble woman at heart. When I first began to read the book, I did not care for Marguerite or her attitude or lifestyle, but as I got further into the narrative, I realized that her saucy attitude was a front to cover the lonely woman that she really was. She felt used, abused and unloved, until the gentle Armand Duval came into her life and showed her that he loved her as a person and not for what she could do for him. It must have taken great courage for Marguerite to leave the life she had lived for so long, knowing all along that it was probably too good to be true and would not last indefinitely. And it also showed that Marguerite really loved Armand Duval for she could even change herself for him.

However, happiness didn’t last for long. When M. Duval, Armands father, came to her, pleading for her to leave Armand to save both Armands reputation and that of his younger innocent sister, Marguerite saw a way to become pure of heart, if not in body. She felt that it was her duty, because she loved Armand so much, to do this even though it meant giving up her own happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantly returned to her former life, knowing that some day Armand would forgive her. Sadly, she died in debt and basically alone, except for her one female friend, Julie Duprat, who helped her during her illness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death, explaining why she had made the choices she had. I think Dumass last few lines about Marguerite being the exception, not the rule were quite true, and I also agreed with his view that while her lifestyle could not be condoned, we as a society assume that all of these type of women are cold and heartless, while this may not always be the case. A person can make the wrong choices in life when they are young, and try to redeem themselves, but sometimes past situations prevent them from changing their lives, even though they desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and women in many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime; drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems; poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact, which exists in the whole society.

As far as the other characters in the book, I think Marguerite was right in saying that no one truly cared about her, but only wanted something from her, the only exceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course, the Comte de G. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The Duke needed to “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could never replace his dead daughter. If he truly cared, he could have helped her leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly, Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.

Last morning, when tiding my bookshelf, I took this book out of the shelf, and a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. I held it against the morning light and blew on it. The soft breeze carried it away. Camille is just like the camellia, she could never escape from the destiny of withering. But it wasn’t her fault; it’s because of the evil of Capitalism and the hideousness of that society.

Suddenly, I remembered a saying: “Women are like the flowers”. Those pretty women are like those beautiful flowers; their delicate beauty makes people feel they are the miracle of life. However, even the God envies their beauty. It seems that beautiful women always have tragic endings. As we are normal persons, even we can see the hideousness of humanity that results in their fate of withering, we can at most ask quietly in our hearts: Where have those beautiful flowers gone? Where have they gone?

一、人的称谓

谦称:古人称自己一方的亲属朋友时，常用“家”、“舍”等谦词。“家”是对别人称自己的辈份高或年纪大的亲属时用的谦词，如家父、家母、家兄等。“舍”用以谦称自己的家或自己的单幼亲属，前者如塞舍、敝舍，后者如舍弟、舍妹、舍侄等。

敬称:表示尊敬客气的态度，叫做“尊称”。(1)对将军的敬称是麾下。(2)对于对方或对方亲属的敬称有令、尊、等。令，意思是美好，用于称呼对方的亲属，如令尊(对方父亲)、令堂(对方母亲)、令兄(对方的哥哥)、令郎(对方的儿子)、令爱(对方的女儿)。尊，用来称与对方有关的人或物，如尊上(称对方父母)、尊公、尊君、尊府(皆称对方父亲)、尊堂(对方母亲)、尊亲(对方亲戚)、尊驾(称对方)、尊命(对方的嘱咐)、尊意(对方的意思)，(3)称谓前面加“先”，表示已死，用于敬称地位高的人或年长的人，如称已死的皇帝为先帝，称已经死去的父亲为先考或先父，称已经死去的母亲为先慈或先妣，称已死去的有才德的人为先贤。(4)对品格高尚、智慧超群的人用“圣”来表敬称，如称孔子为圣人，称孟子为亚圣。后来，“圣”通多用于帝王，如圣上，圣驾等。

特殊称谓主要有以下三种:

(1)百姓的称谓。常见的有布衣、黔首、黎民、生民、庶民、苍生、黎元、氓等。

(2)不同的朋友关系之间的称谓。贫贱而地位低下时结交的朋友叫“贫贱之交”;情谊契合、亲如兄弟的朋友叫“金兰之交”;同生死、共患难的朋友叫“刎颈之交”;在遇到磨难时结成的朋友叫“患难之交”;情投意合、友谊深厚的朋友叫“莫逆之交”;从小一块儿长大的异性好朋友叫“竹马之交”;辈份不同、年龄相差较大的朋友叫“忘年交”;不拘于身份、形迹的朋友叫“忘形交”;不因贵贱的变化而改变深厚友情的朋友叫“车笠交”;在道义上彼此支持的朋友叫“君子交”;心意相投、相知很深的朋友叫“神交”(“神交”也指彼此慕名而未见过面的朋友。)

(3)年龄的称谓。垂髫(tiáo)是三四岁至八九岁的儿童(髫，古代儿童头上下垂的短发)。总角是八九岁至十三四岁的少年报古代儿童将头发分作左右两半，，在头顶各扎成一个结，形如两个羊角，故称“总角”)。豆蔻是十三四岁至十五六岁(豆蔻是一种初夏开花的植物，初夏还不是盛夏，比喻人还未成年，故称未成年的少年时代为“豆寇年华”)。束发是男子十五岁(到了十五岁，男子把原先的总角解散，扎成一束。)弱冠是男子二十岁(古代男子二十岁行冠礼，表示已经成人，因为还没达到壮年，故称“弱冠”。)而立是男子三十岁(立，“立身、立志”之意)。不惑是男子四十岁(不惑，“不迷惑、不糊涂”之意)。知命是男子五十岁(知命，“知天命”之意)。花甲是六十岁。古稀是七十岁。耄(mào)耋 (dié)指八九十岁。期颐是一百岁。

二、天文历法

星宿:宿(xiù)，古代把星座称作星宿。《范进中举》:“如今却做了老爷，就是天上的星宿。”“天上的星宿是打不得的。”古人认为人间有功名的人是天上星宿降生的，这是迷信说法。

月亮的别称:

因初月如钩，故称银钩、玉钩。

因满月如轮如盘如镜，故称银盘、玉盘。

因传说月中有兔和蟾蜍，故称银兔、玉兔、蟾宫。

因传说中月中有桂树，故称桂月、、桂宫。

因传说中月中有广寒、清虚两座宫殿，故称广寒、清虚。

因传说嫦娥住在月中，故称月亮为嫦娥。

因人们常把美女比作月亮，故称月亮为婵娟。

银河:又名银汉、天河。曹操《观沧海》:“星汉灿烂，若出其里。”秦观《鹊桥仙》词:“纤云弄巧，飞星传恨，银汉迢迢 暗度。”

文曲星:星宿名之一。旧时迷信说法，文曲星是主管文运的星宿，文章写得好而被朝迁录用为大官的人是文曲星下凡。如吴敬梓《范进中举》:“这些中老爷的都是天上的文曲星。”

二十四节气:

正月 立春、雨水 二月 惊蛰、春分

三月 清明、谷雨 四月 立夏、小满

五月 芒种、夏至 六月 小暑、大暑

七月 立秋、处暑 八月 白露、秋分

九月 寒露、霜降 十月 立冬、小雪

十一月 大雪、冬至 十二月 小寒、大寒

为了便于记忆，人们编出的歌谣:“春雨惊雪清谷天，夏满芒夏暑相连，秋处露秋寒霜降，冬雪雪冬小大寒。”古诗文中常用二十四节气来纪日，如《扬州慢》:“淳熙丙申至日，这里指冬至。”

三、古代地理

中国:现为中华人民共和国简称。但在古代文献中它多用来泛指中原地区。

九州:传说中的我国上古时期划分的九个行政区域，州名今别为:冀、兖、青、徐、扬、荆、豫、粱、雍。后成为中国的别称。陆游诗云:“死去元知万事空，但悲不见九州同。”

中原:狭义的中原指今河南省一带，广义的中原指黄河中下游地区或整个黄河流域。如《出师表》:“当奖率三军，北定中原。”陆游《示儿》诗:“王师北定中原日，家祭无忘告乃翁。”指整个黄河流域。

海内:古代传说我国疆土四面环海，故称国境之内为海内。王勃《杜少府之任蜀州》:“海内存知己，天涯若比邻邦。”

江河:古代许多文章中专指长江、黄河。此处“江”即指长江，“河”则指运河。

江南:长江以南的总称，所指区域因时而异。白居易词云:“江南好，风景旧曾谙。”王安石诗曰:“春风又绿江南岸，明月何时照我还。”

山水阴阳:古代以山南、水北为阳，以山北、水南为阴。《愚公移山》:“指通豫南，达于汉阴。”“汉阴”指汉水南面。

古地名别称:如南京又称建康、金陵、江宁、白下。又如扬州称广陵、维扬，李白《送孟浩然之广陵》:“烟花三月下扬州”。再如杭州称临安、武林，苏州称姑苏，成都称锦官城。《枫桥夜泊》:“姑苏城外寒山寺，夜半钟声到客船。”《春夜喜雨》:“晓看红湿处，花重锦官城。”

四、科举制度

分:乡试、会试、殿试。殿试:是科举制最高级别的考试，皇帝在殿廷上，对会试录取的贡士亲自策问，以定甲第。录取分为三甲:一甲三名，则“进士及第”的称号，第一名称状元(鼎元)，第二名称榜眼，第三名称探花;二甲若千名，赐“进士出身”的称号;三甲若干名，赐“同进士出身”的称号。二、三甲第一名皆称传胪，一、二、三甲统称进士。

连中三元:科举考试以名列第一者为元，凡在乡、会、殿三试中连续获得第一名，被称为“连中三元”。

五、风俗礼仪

春节:我国传统习俗中最隆的节日。此节乃一节之首。古人又称元日、新春、新正等，而今人称春节，是在采用公历经元后。燃鞭炮、贴春联、挂年画、耍龙灯、舞狮子、拜年贺喜等习俗至今仍广为流行。

元宵:我国民间传统节日。又称正月半、上元节、灯节。元宵习俗有赏花灯、包饺子、闹年鼓、猜灯谜等。

清明:我国民间传统节日。其习俗有扫墓、踏青、荡秋千、放风筝、插柳戴花等。

端午:我国民间传统节日。又称端阳、重午、重五。一般认为，该节与纪念屈原有关。屈原忠而被黜，投水自尽，于是人们以吃粽子、赛龙舟等来悼念他。端午习俗有喝雄黄酒、挂香袋、吃粽子、插花和菖蒲、斗百草、驱“五毒”等。

中秋:我国民间传统节日。又称团圆节。

除夕:我国民间传统合力。农历十二月三十日晚。

牺牲:古代祭祀用的牲畜，《左传·曹刿论战》中有这样的话:“牺牲玉帛，弗敢加也，必以信。”

秦晋之好:春秋时，秦、晋两国国君几代都互相通婚，后称两姓联姻为“秦晋之好”。

举案齐眉:古代妻子为丈夫捧膳食时要举案于眉，表示相敬。

六、音乐文娱

文房四宝:旧时对笔、墨、纸、砚四种文具的总称。

岁寒三友:指古诗文中经常提到的松竹、梅。

花中四君子:古诗文中常提到的梅、竹、兰、菊。

七、文史典籍

四书:《大学》《中庸》《论语》《孟子》的合称。

五经:《诗》《书》《礼》《易》《春秋》五部儒家经典的简称。

史记:我国第一部纪传体通史。原名《太史公书》，东汉以后始称《史记》，西汉司马迁撰。全书一百三十篇，计十二本纪、十表、八书、三十世家、七十列传，记载自黄帝至汉武帝时期共约三千年的历史。

这些日子，我读了英国作家乔纳森·斯威夫的《格列佛游记》。

这本书的精彩吸引了我的眼球，让我的眼睛无时无刻不盯着它，大脑无时无刻不想着它!

这本书讲了许多章故事，各个故事都精彩至极。主人公格列佛，四处周游世界，经历了大大小小惊险而有趣的奇遇。小人国里的人不到六英寸。飞岛能飞起来，这些故事都吸引了我。我印象最深的1710年8月格列佛泛舟北美，碰巧遇上了荒岛上的慧因国，认识了身怀仁慈、诚实美德的慧因国国王的故事。在慧因国的语言中没有“撒谎”和“欺骗”这样的话。他们不懂什么是“怀疑”，什么是“不信任”。在他们的国家中，一切都是真实的、透明的。那里没有谎话不用思考话语的真假。

我很羡慕格列佛能有幸到慧因国，那里是我们追求和向往的理想境地。而在现实社会中，有人用花言巧语骗取别人的血汗钱;有人甚至为了金钱而抛弃自己的亲生父母……难怪，我们的老师、长辈经常教育我们要提高警惕，小心上当受骗。这与我们提倡的帮助他人，爱护他人是很难统一的。当我们遇到有困难的人，要伸出援助之手时，我们迟疑了;当有人替我解围时，我不敢接受，这些都让我内心感到痛苦、矛盾，无所适从。既妨碍了我去爱别人，同时也错过了别人的爱，这难道不是一种悲哀吗?

有一句话我认为评论得很经典：以夸张渲染的时代生气，籍荒.唐痛斥时代的弊端;在厌恨和悲观背后，应是一种苦涩的忧世情怀。

我也盼望着有一天我们的社会也能像慧因国那样，孩子们的眼中不再有疑虑，教育与现实是统一的.。我愿为此努力，也希望大家一起，从我做起，从身边做起，让这个社会多一点真诚，少一点虚伪。

Covering Ones Ears While Stealing a Bell

掩耳盗铃

Mr. Wang thinks he is clever, but he always does [en]foolish

things.[/en]

王先生总以为自己很聪明，实际上他总干傻事。

One day he sees a beautiful bell at the top of a door. "Oh! How nice! I will take it home." He thinks, "What can I do?" After a while he has a "good" idea. "Aha! I have an idea now. I can plug my ears. Then I will not hear the ring when I take off the bell."

一天，他看见一户人家的门头有个很漂亮的铃铛。"啊，真漂亮啊!我要把它拿回家去。"他自言自语道："我该怎么做呢?"过了一会儿他想到了一个"好"主意。"啊哈!我有办法了!我把耳朵堵上，拿铃铛的时候就听不见铃声了。"

Then he does so. But as soon as he takes off the bell, the owner opens the door. "What are you doing?" the owner says angrily.

于是他就这样做了。可是他刚拿下铃铛，屋子的主人就打开门，怒气冲冲地说："你在干什么?"

【成语来源】

At the time when Fan, a nobleman of the state of Jin, became a fugitive, a commoner found a bell and wanted to carry it off on his back.

春秋时侯，晋国贵族智伯灭掉了范氏。有人趁机跑到范氏家里想偷点东西，看见院子里吊着一口大钟。钟是用上等青铜铸成的，造型和图案都很精美。小偷心里高兴极了，想把这口精美的大钟背回自已家去。

But the bell was too big for him.

可是钟又大又重，怎么也挪不动。

[/en]When he tried to knock it into pieces with a hammer there was a loud clanging sound. [/en]

他想来想去，只有一个办法，那就是把钟敲碎，然后再分别搬回家。小偷找来一把大锤，拼命朝钟砸去，咣的一声巨响，把他吓了一大跳。

He was afraid that someone will hear the noise and take the bell from him, so he immediately stopped his own ears.

小偷着慌，心想这下糟了，这种声不就等于是告诉人们我正在这里偷钟吗?他越听越害怕，不同自由地抽回双手，使劲捂住自已的耳朵。

To worry about other people hearing the noise is understandable, but to worry about himself hearing the noise (as if stopping his own ears would prevent other people from hearing) is absurd.

“咦，钟声变小了，听不见了!”小偷高兴起来，“妙极了!把耳朵捂住不住就听不进钟声了吗!”他立刻找来两个布团，把耳朵塞住，心想，这下谁也听不见钟声了。于是就放手砸起钟来，一下一下，钟声响亮地传到很远的地方。人们听到钟声蜂拥而至把小偷捉住了。

我们今天来谈谈一本书，那就是《小王子》。我先不说我有多么喜爱它，我先说说我的表现：我在一天之内把那本书读完了;到现在为止，我整整读了那本书四遍。你们肯定会觉得吃惊。但是我敢肯定，当你读完那本书是你也会读四遍。

这本书作者是飞行员作家(法)圣埃克苏佩里写的。他的职业就是飞行员，生于1900年6月29日法国里昂。对于作者我就不介绍了。

这本书是关于一个飞行员坠机在撒哈拉大沙漠。在那里，他认识了小王子。飞行员和小王子的这几天，飞行员知道了一些关于小王子的故事。

这本书是关于孩子的。作者在献辞里写道：“献给莱昂韦尔特，请孩子们原谅，我把这本书献给了一个大人。我这样做有三个重要的理由，其一是：这个大人是我在人世间最好的友;其二是：这个大人居住在法国，在那里他饥寒交迫，急需得到安慰;其三是：这个大人什么都能明白，就连那些写给孩子们的书他都能看懂。如果这些理由仍嫌不足的话，那么我愿把这本书献给长大成人的那个孩子。所有的大人原先都是孩子，但是他们中只有少数记得这一点。所以，我把我的献词改为：先给小男孩时的莱昂韦尔特。”

北京出版社写道：“一个永不肯、也不会长大的小王子;一个关于爱与责任的寓言;一部温馨、真挚、感人，解读生命与生活的童话故事。”

还有一段我要说，你们仔细看：“成年人喜欢数字。当你跟他们说起一位新朋友的时候，他们从来不问你最本质的特征。比方说，他们从来不问“他的嗓音怎么样?他爱玩什么游戏?他是不是爱搜集蝴蝶标本?”他们只会问你：“他多大岁数?他有几个兄弟?他的父亲挣多少钱?”问清楚这些问题，他们就以为了解这个人了。你如果对成年人说：“我看见了一幢漂亮的红砖小房子，窗上爬满了天竺葵，屋顶上停憩着鸽子……”他们是想象不出来这房子到底是什么模样的。但是，如果对他们说：“我看见了一幢值十万法郎的房子。”他们就会高声嚷嚷：“那是多么漂亮啊!”这跟我想的一模一样，大人们太现实了。

四个字：太好看了!我已经不用再说关于这本书的内容了。

After several days of effort, I finished watching "Don Quixote" this book. It is the representative work of Spanish writer Cervantes, full name for the strange feeling different think gentleman Don Quixote, Taiwan, la has ", a total of two rolls up and down. Novel wrote, aged more than 50 of the country gentlemen Don Quixote, crazy for love knight novel, the story of the average computer-virus. Authors nonsense from the knight novel Don Quixote knight contents and real life mixed with each other, thus resulting in a series of absurd behavior a belly laugh. Him as a giant, the windmill war with it, though in a career on the way, he was cut down one ear, out many teeth, have also been interrupted several ribs, is often war often hurt, but wrong-headed, do not know to repentance. Through this absurd behavior, can feel the authors praise of the aspirations of the ideal society and noble moral.

Social climate is becoming worse now, many young because of not good reading, do the small theft etc. Bad deeds. And others fell on the chair a mobile phone, the humanistic saw should be returned to their rightful owners, or call 110, but conscience never compete greed, directly turned around mobile phones, sneaked away again. Also, bank card switch events, when you do not pay attention to, blocking the card with the hand, immediately to use only one or two seconds, was successful. Social ethos is not to force, it can be very awesome, the monitor and police everywhere now are bad "mousetrap", tight dragnet, grasp not only thing in the morning and evening. Like drunk driving, or some loophole, finally revoked certificates not only, also sit in the classroom. Gods mill grinds slow but sure, now do bad things, you will regret.

Don Quixote limbs developed, simple, and finally the proper price, reading a book not too obsessed, or you will average computer-virus, control yourself, we dont like.

经过几天的努力，我看完了《堂吉诃德》这本书。它是西班牙作家塞万提斯的代表作，全名为《奇情异想的绅士堂吉诃德·台·拉·曼却》，共上下两卷。小说写了一位年逾五旬的乡下绅士堂吉诃德，因酷爱读骑士小说而陷入疯狂，走火入魔的故事。作者笔下的堂吉诃德骑士将骑士小说中的无稽内容与现实生活互相混交，因此从而产生一连串令人捧腹大笑的荒唐行为。他一下把风车当做巨人，与它大战，虽然在骑士生涯的途中，他被砍了一只耳朵，打掉了许多牙齿，也被打断了几根肋骨，虽屡战屡败，却执迷不悟，不知悔改。透过这种荒唐的行为，可以感受到作者对理想社会的热望和高尚道德的赞美。

现在社会风气越来越差，许多少年因不好好读书，很小就干上了偷窃等恶劣的勾当。还有，别人在椅子上落了一个手机，看见的人本应该还给失主，或拨打110，可良心终究敌不过贪婪，直接一转身将手机收入囊中，再溜之大吉。还有，银行卡调包事件，在你不注意时，立刻用手挡住卡，再只用一两秒的时间，就成功了。社会的风气不给力，可监控与民警很给力，现在到处都是坏人的“老鼠夹”，天罗地网，抓不抓只是早晚的事。像酒驾，还是有人乘机钻空子，最后不仅吊销了证件，还坐上了班房。天网恢恢，疏而不漏，现在做坏事，你一定就会后悔。

堂吉诃德四肢发达，头脑简单，最后付出了应有的代价，看书不能太沉迷了，否则就会走火入魔，控制不住自己，我们千万不能这样。

There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentleys father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude abounding here. Now we were here, post World War II, post Korean War, Vietnam War on the brink. So much learned, so much yet to learn.

Peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a Cooper Hawk that had smashed down through trees for a squealing rabbit, yap of a fox at a youngster, a skunk at rooting.

We had pitched camp in the near darkness, Ed LeBlanc, Brother Bentley, Walter Ruszkowski, myself. A dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. Now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a loggers path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought wed again have no traffic, came a growling engine, an old solid body van, a Chevy, the kind I had driven for Frankie Pike and the Lobster Pound in Lynn delivering lobsters throughout the Merrimack Valley. It had pre-WW II high fenders, a faded black paint on a body youd swear had been hammered out of corrugated steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. Two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer of ammunition on the band. They could have been conscripts for Emilano Zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.

"Mornin, been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. His hands were large, the fingers long and I could picture them in a shop barn working a primal plane across the face of a maple board. Custom-made, old elegance, those hands said.

"Barely had coffee," Ed LeBlanc said, the most vocal of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "Weve got a whole pot almost. Have what you want." The pot was pointed out sitting on a hunk of grill across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. The pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. Once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, wed gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though wed often unearth our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. Coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. It is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon in you, stoke last evenings cheese and pepperoni. First man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. That means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers of false dawn. I suspect thats where "scrambled eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. So, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.

英语作文阅读：AnEmptyBox

Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the familys only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"

As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.

But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Dont you know, young lady, " he said harshly, "when you give someone a present theres supposed to be something inside the package!"

The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, its not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.

There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

英语作文阅读：HappinessEquateswithFun

I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.

Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.

Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.

I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells "happiness".

But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.

The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.

As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.

英语作文阅读：TodayisaGift

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

英语作文阅读：IsPackingImportanttoYou

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealers showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young mans name embossed in gold.

Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his fathers house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his fathers important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.

With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealers name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".

How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we dont realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.

英语作文阅读：TheBabyEagle

Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.

The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.

The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.

Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.

The baby eagle was hungry. "Im sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time.

"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.

Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? Im going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?"

The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it."

"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"

The mother flew away.

The baby cried and cried and cried.

A few days later, "Im going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."

He didnt know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.

"Eat this, its your last meal," she said.

The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.

"Youre a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.

He fell.

Head first.

Picked up speed.

Faster and faster.

He screamed. "Im dying Im dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.

He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"

He looked down.

The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isnt fair!" he screamed.

Something strange happens.

The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasnt moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.

"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"

"Youre flying," his mother said.

"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped.

"Yes it is!" said the mother.

[英语作文阅读：The Three Fishermen

每个人都有着自己伟大的父亲，无论这个父亲是知识渊博的或只是一个只会下地耕作的农民，他们一样的伟大。在读傅雷家书的时候，字里行间都洋溢着浓浓的亲情，读着读着就让人对这么一份父子情钦佩。他们虽身隔万里，但父亲却通过儿子的信，深入地了解儿子，写下感人的信。信中有对儿子学业的指导，更多的是对儿子人生的指引。信中的话充满着父爱，蕴涵着真理。

现在很多人都学会了隐藏自己，与其在阳光下赤裸裸地奔跑还不如在阴暗的隧道里奔跑，你从不曾理解我，我也从不需要去解释，还有多少人可以像傅雷家书里面把自己的情感细细地表达出来?每个人都怕别人把自己看穿、都怕别人知道自己的每点每滴，因为我们很需要自己的私人空间，拥有一个谁也闯不进来的地方。回想着自己从识字开始，到跌跌撞撞地步入大学，知识更是增长不少，即使自己的文笔多好，却吝啬得从不给父亲写一封信，小时候经常见面，大了就只靠这电话来沟通，几乎都不用写信，就连朋友都只是发发E-mail,很少抓笔写字。现在即使情感是多么地泛滥，最多就是在自己的日志了通通宣泄完了之后就把那篇刚刚写好的日志删除，在生活里很多时候都在隐藏着自己的情感，从不敢轻易地让别人把自己的所有都看透。是现代的世态炎凉比以前严重了吗?还是人的意识发展得太快，社会跟不上步伐?

傅雷先生在信上不仅谈艺术学习，还谈生活、恋爱，谈做人，谈修养，甚至于儿子写错字，父亲也会“郑重其事”地指出并耐心分析、纠正。我们又何曾如此跟家里的长辈提及过这些问题?在学校的生活，父母不知道，也不想让父母知道，更别说恋爱。不否认，我们曾经都是乖乖孩子，也曾认认真真地听着妈妈的话，按照着父亲的指导去做事去学习，但是越长大越需要有自己的私人空间，有时候总觉得父辈们都是老一代的思想，不能理解我们的想法，说了也白说或着遭到批评，或许也是我们太任性。很多时候我们都是按着自己的意思与心情去做事，尽管每次都会撞得一鼻子灰甚至是遍体鳞伤，但是不论我们是多么的任性，不论我们曾经是多么地伤害了父亲，他总是一如既往地关心着我们，从不因我们的一时不懂事而丢弃我们，这种感情也叫父爱。无论我们走得多远，总有那么一根线，牵着我们，一头系在家的门前，另一头系在我们的心上，无论我们在外面生活得多累、多疲倦，总有那么一个港湾，让我们的发动机有着驱动的能量，这是家的力量，也是因为家里的那一根顶梁柱——父亲!

家书，顾名思义，是指家人、亲人之间往来的书信，每一封家书都是文化遗产。虽然我们没有家书，没有像傅雷那样知识渊博，是著名文艺评论家又是文学翻译家。我们的父亲很普通，但是我们拥有的父爱却是不能用这些社会上的名衔来衡量，每一个父亲都是他们孩子的力量支撑。我们没有家书，但是我们有的是对父亲的惦念，对家的依恋，那是我们精神的最终去处，也是一样的永恒!

It (Example:0) 8 o’clock 41，and the last bus42at the second bus stop.A middleaged woman got out,and the conductor was going to ring the bell for43to start the bus again,just at that moment he saw a small child44at the bus stop.

“What’s wrong with you?” the bus conductor said to the boy.

“Well,my mother gave me ten pence to go home by bus after school,but I45the money after I finished playing football with my classmates,” the child answered, “so I have to walk all the way home.”

“That’s OK.” said the conductor. “Come on.We’ll take you home.”

The child thanked him,46the bus and sat down near the door.The conductor rang the bell,then the bus started. “How47are you living?” asked the conductor.

The child told him the name of the place where he lived.It was about two miles away,and48would have cost him two pence if the child had had the money to pay for it.

The conductor went to give some other people on the bus their tickets,and when he came back a few minutes49,he saw that child crying again.

“And what’s the matter with you now?” he asked. “Aren’t you on your way home?”

“Yes,I am,” answered the child, “but what about my change?You haven’t given it to me,have you?You should give me50.”

[英语阅读作文

《爱的教育》是用小学生童真的语言和视角写成的日记体小说，是全世界最畅销的书籍之一。很多很多年来，一直都是各国读者争相阅读的作品。这本书里，并没有超级英雄，也没有豪言壮语，所有人说的话都是贴近生活的，但那些朴素的话语里，处处闪烁着爱的光彩。这正是这部小说的伟大之处。

《爱的教育》以一个意大利四年级小学生安利柯的口吻，讲述了他从四年级第一天到最后一天的经历，他的每一天，都记录着那些校园生活里随处可见的小故事，体现着父母、老师、同学的爱和情谊，让人深深感到，因为爱，生活变得多么美好啊!

在这些小故事里，我最喜欢的是《卡隆的母亲》这一篇。卡隆是安利柯的同学，也是他们班上最令人尊敬、最受欢迎的一个很好的同学。卡隆的母亲不幸去世了，一向开朗的卡隆非常伤心，变得沉默寡言，坐在自己的座位上，不愿意和别人一起玩儿了。老师和同学们很关心他。但是，他们并没有强迫卡隆振作精神，而是给了他足够的包容和理解。他们不去打扰卡隆，只是默默地用自己的行动给他支持和鼓励。安利柯的母亲也是这样。她来接安利柯回家的时候，见到安利柯扑过来想要抱住自己，却把他给推开了。安利柯一开始并没有明白母亲的用意，但很快他就想到了其中的奥妙：原来，自己的母亲是怕卡隆看到母子相拥的场景而更加难过。她是多么善解人意啊。如果不是因为心中有对卡隆这个孩子的爱，她又怎么会这样做呢?如果不是因为对卡隆情真意切，安利柯又怎么能立刻就懂得了母亲的心意呢?这个故事，难道不是最清楚不过地告诉大家，什么才是真正的爱吗?

《爱的教育》里，几乎每一篇都围绕着爱的主题，当我们把这些故事都一一读完，自然就能更加理解冰心奶奶说过的那句话：“有了爱，就有了一切。”

是啊!有了爱，我们的品德会更高尚，我们对别人会更关心、更爱护，我们会变成更好的人、更有爱心的人。如果我们每一个人，都变成了更有爱心的人，那么这个世界，也会变成更有爱心的世界的。那样的话，我们生活的这个世界，就会变得无比美好、无比幸福了!

After a long cold winter when I have rarely been out on my bike, the weather has finally turned warmer and even sunny occasionally. Yesterday I had a surprise call from Tom suggesting we turn out for a short ride. This being my intention anyway I gladly agreed and we met up at Jiedaokou Station at about ten o’clock.

As Tom has a permanent Sunday Lunch appointment at 12-30pm we opted to make a round trip to Hannan . The weather was cloudy but dry and as we were both a bit out of condition after a long winter lay off we took the easy option of taking the train to Shiyan to get us on top of the ridge with an easy start for the trip.

A long coast down to Jiangtan and straight on to Mount End saw us climbing up to Zhongshan Park. The climb got stiffer but still Tom kept on riding. Gritting my teeth I followed on and crested the hill, Then the usual Essex switchback with an enforced short walk for both of us part way along saw us at Tawny common. Round the common we went, to the Mole Trap, an erstwhile rough old country pub now tarted up for the motorists. I don’t go in there any more, so we sat on the adjacent public seat for a while and a short natter.

Time enough to break away, Tom to his lunch appointment, me for home by way of theYellow Crane Tower and Changjiang Bridge. See you in a while, crocodile! I arrived home about 2 o’clock. Just in time for my own Sunday lunch .

[阅读初中英语作文

打开书本，好似自己已身处梁山好汉当中，那惊心动魄的一幕幕不停地在脑海中闪现，跌宕起伏的故事化作一缕缕青烟一次次地抨击着我的胸膛，悲壮愤慨的呐喊化作一阵狂风呼啸在我的耳边……

《水浒传》，我国历第一部用白话文写的章回体长篇小说，以农民起义为题材，讲述了北宋民间以宋江为首的一百零八位梁山泊好汉揭竿起义，最后因__人欺负而走向失败的故事。一百二十回章节，每一章都各有特色，但是那封建王室无能，朝廷众臣贪婪自私让人感到愤慨，尽管有志之士有报国之心，可__臣当道，报国无门。

《水浒传》，就如同历史的录影带，反映了封建君主的昏聩，梁山好汉的深明大义，这些无一不告诫着后人，改变社会的不只是某些人的行为，而是需要大家一起的团结，同时仿佛也映衬了那一句老话“团结就是力量”。

书中的众多英雄，不仅身怀绝技，还有着一颗为国效力的赤诚之心。宋江的忠义双全，吴用的足智多谋，李逵的淳朴率真，武松的智勇双全……如此多的仁人志作文/士，却遭到了__佞小人的陷害和杀害，但他们的精神将会永远流传在人们的心中，像芬芳的鲜花，潜移默化地影响着人们，让人们在不知不觉间学会了忠诚于勇敢。

提到奉献，总会让人不由自主的想起那处处为他人着想的宋江。他是作者塑造的很经典的一个人物，他向往光明与和平，敢于抒发自己的志向与情怀，却因身处封建社会而无法完成自己远大的志向，但他却有着一颗不服输的心。为救晁盖，他甘于奉献;发配江州，他不愿放弃;奔上梁山，他兢兢业业;南北征战，他奋勇杀敌;意外被害，他也义无反顾。宋江的精神，是执着的精神，是无畏的精神，是奉献的精神，是大公无私的爱的精神。作为一名现代人，我们都应该有这样的精神，用自己的心去感染身边的每一个人。

合上书本，仿佛还意犹未尽，一声声悲壮愤慨的呐喊如同一阵阵深沉的击鼓敲击我的胸膛;一篇篇跌宕起伏的文字幻化成一幅幅栩栩如生的画慢慢地浮现在我的眼前;一场场惊心动魄的血雨腥风化作一缕缕春风净化着人们的心灵……

I like reading, reading and listening. Comic books, picture books and storybooks and popular science books, I like it.

When I was small, mom and dad told me "the frog prince" and "the thumb girl", "journey to the west" and other stories. A little bit grow up, parents also teach me some poems, what "again before Wang Xietang yan, flying off the shelves." , what "children meet strangers, smile ask the guest where to." Wait, I to now still fresh. It was also at that time, I feel the pleasure of listening, reading and reading. And promise, grow up, must use a lot of books to enrich their extracurricular knowledge.

我喜欢读书、看书和听书。无论是漫画书、小人书、故事书还是科普书，我都很喜欢。

在我还很小的时候，爸爸、妈妈就给我讲了《青蛙王子》、《拇指姑娘》、《西游记》等故事。稍微长大一点，父母又教我一些诗词，什么“又是王谢堂前燕，飞入寻常百姓家。”，什么“儿童相见不相识，笑问客从何处来。”等等，我到现在仍然记忆犹新。也正是在那时，我感到了听书、看书和读书的乐趣。并且立下誓言，长大以后，一定要用许许多多的书来丰富自己的课外知识。

我一直以为小小的昆虫是令人讨厌的，它们又丑又脏，又那么小。直到我看完了《昆虫记》才发现：我以前错看它们了。

小小的昆虫竟然有一百万种!可比我们人类多太多种了!我一直都希望可以想鸟儿一样飞翔，可没想到一些蝴蝶几千米;我们人类从猿到类人猿再到人经过了艰苦的进化，庞大的恐龙灭绝了，可那令人讨厌的蟑螂却经历几百万年都没有改变，并且随处可见，他们适应环境的能力超强，也许他们觉得我们这些后来出现的人是专门给它们提供食物的住所吧!真是太超出我的想象。

每天都可以看到成群结队的蚂蚁在院子里活动，它们是世界上最厉害的举重冠军，能举起比自己重20——50倍的物体，我们的举重冠军能举起2倍就不错了，可蚂蚁个个都是举重冠军呀!太牛了!更想不到的是蚂蚁那小小的脑袋，它的运转速度居然和一台高性能计算机一样快，我们的计算机那可是人类的文明五千年的产物呀!人家可以天生的，难怪没有语言、电话、手机宏大的蚁群仍然秩序井然，纪律严格，不得不佩服。

衣鱼不是鱼，而是常常出没于厨房和卫生间这些温暖而潮湿的地方的昆虫吃面粉、剩饭、脱水等，它们不吃东西也能轻松地活上几个月。

小小的昆虫各有所长，真厉害!