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  假如给我三天光明Three days to see

  Most of us, however, 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 tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.


  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 tech him the joys of sound.


  Now and them I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends 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 reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.


  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 feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture 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 on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.



  I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events. The last time I was there he introduced me by saying: “I want to tell you a story. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.


  “That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.


  “He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, ‘See me after class.’


  “The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, ‘Why did I receive an F?’ The teacher said, ‘This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources . Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees . There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, ‘If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’


  “The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, ‘Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ Finally, after a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all. He stated, ‘You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.’ ”


  Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two years ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week. When the teacher was leaving, he said, ‘Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.’ ”


  “Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what,” Monty at last concluded.



  One day after work, I was driving my two sons home from school when Christopher asked i

  f we could stop by a store so he could by a birthday gift to take to the school the next day. I said, “sure, but why?” he proceeded to tell me that tomorrow would be George Washington’s birthday, and he want to take him a gift.

  His older brother, Richard, looked at Christopher and said, “he is dead, stipid!”

  Christopher’s quick reply was, “darn, I knew we should have bought it sooner!”





  Words from the Heart

  Most people need to hear those "three little words" I love you. Once in a while, they hear them just in time.

  I met Connie the day she was admitted to the hospice1 ward, where I worked as a volunteer. Her husband, Bill, stood nervously nearby as she was transferred from the gurney2 to the hospital bed. Although Connie was in the final stages of her fight against cancer, she was alert and cheerful. We got her settled in. I finished marking her name on all the hospital supplies she would be using, then asked if she needed anything.

  "Oh, yes," she said, "would you please show me how to use the TV? I enjoy the soaps so much and I dont want to get behind on whats happening." Connie was a romantic. She loved soap operas, romance novels and movies with a good love story. As we became acquainted, she confided how frustrating it was to be married 32 years to a man who often called her "a silly woman."

  "Oh, I know Bill loves me," she said, "but he has never been one to say he loves me, or send cards to me." She sighed and looked out the window at the trees in the courtyard. "Id give anything if hed say ‘I love you, but its just not in his nature."

  Bill visited Connie every day. In the beginning, he sat next to the bed while she watched the soaps. Later, when she began sleeping more, he paced up and down the hallway outside her room. Soon, when she no longer watched television and had fewer waking moments, I began spending more of my volunteer time with Bill.

  He talked about having worked as a carpenter and how he liked to go fishing. He and Connie had no children, but theyd been enjoying retirement by traveling, until Connie got sick. Bill could not express his feelings about the fact that his wife was dying.

  One day, over coffee in the cafeteria, I got him on the subject of women and how we need romance in our lives; how we love to get sentimental1 cards and love letters.

  "Do you tell Connie you love her?" I asked (knowing his answer),and he looked at me as if I was crazy.

  "I dont have to," he said. "She knows I do!"

  "Im sure she knows," I said, reaching over and touching his hands rough, carpenters hands that were gripping the cup as if it were the only thing he had to hang onto "but she needs to hear it, Bill. She needs to hear what she has meant to you all these years. Please think about it."

  We walked back to Connies room. Bill disappeared inside, and I left to visit another patient. Later, I saw Bill sitting by the bed. He was holding Connies hand as she slept. The date was February 12.

  Two days later I walked down the hospice ward at noon. There stood Bill, leaning up against the wall in the hallway, staring at the floor. I already knew from the head nurse that Connie had died at 11 A.M.。

  When Bill saw me, he allowed himself to come into my arms for a long time. His face was wet with tears and he was trembling. Finally, he leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath.

  "I have to say something," he said. "I have to say how good I feel about telling her." He stopped to blow his nose. "I thought a lot about what you said, and this morning I told her how much I loved her.。. and loved being married to her. You shoulda2 seen her smile!"

  I went into the room to say my own good?bye to Connie. There, on the bedside table, was a large Valentine card from Bill. You know, the sentimental kind that says, "To my wonderful wife.。. I love you."


  We’re like the cream. When the cream rises to the top, it separates itself from the milk. Perhaps that is what the New Age Movement is really all about.We find ourselves lonely at the top. Yes, it is.


  It is no different with political enlightenment, spiritual enlightenment, or even becoming enlightened about relating to each other. The more mentally healthy you become, the more spiritual, the more balanced, the wealthier, the more global you become… the more alone you may feel.


  Often, we find ourselves unable to find those other rare individuals who are choosing the same path as ours. The path of sloppy and lazy is full of other people to meet and talk to. The path of whiners is full. The path of being safe, generic, and boring is so crowded you almost cannot even move forward. Isn’t that why you left that path? You had a need to move forward, a need for some elbowroom, a need to spread your arms wide, a need to be seen as special, unique, different. The masses may admire you, but they are not going to be able to really relate to you. You will be alone much of the time.



  Do not be afraid of the loneliness of enlightenment. Do not force others to agree with you. Simply give your heart and know that you are growing and that they are free to grow or not. It is the nature of the game. We are all free to choose our paths.





  What is your direction indicator of ascended

  One windy spring day, I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites. Multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing. As the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check.

  Instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights. They shook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind. As the kites struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say, “Let me go! Let me go! I want to be free!” They soared beautifully even as they fought the restriction of the string. Finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose. “Free at last,” it seemed to say. “Free to fly with the wind.”

  Yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. It fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. “Free at last” free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.

  How much like kites we sometimes are. The Heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength. Restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition. Some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. We keep part of the commandment and never rise high enough to get our tails off the ground.

  Let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.









  If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. “Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so 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 ill we fear.” Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be 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 smile upon it, I smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return. Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “ who shuts love out ,in turn shall be shut out from love.” If I were a boy again, I would school myself to say no more often. I might write pages on the importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline 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 like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable. 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.



  New English Tests Are Better, but Harder

  Scores on English tests are very important to students around the world. In order to make sure that they do their best, both students and teachers should stay informed of how these tests are changing.

  Clive Roberts is a director at ELS Educational Services, one of the companies that trains students in English. Mr. Roberts says the tests are changing greatly in response to the global growth in the use of English as a lingua franca – the common language used among people with different native languages.

  Mr. Roberts says English "is one of the keys now to international student mobility. So, for that reason, a lot of new tests are being developed; old tests are being revamped to meet the needs of universities and employers worldwide."

  In other words, students increasingly need English in order to study and work in other countries. So, schools and businesses are asking for more accurate tests.

  Changes in language testing

  Mr. Roberts says several parts of standardized tests have changed recently. Now, many tests are given on computers. And, he says, tests measure all four skills of language learning: reading, listening, speaking and writing.

  "A lot of are now delivered online, all four skills are being tested, in some cases, by computer, in particular speaking and writing skills, which are the most difficult to assess on a computer environment."

  Computer testing will reduce the length of time required for testing, because the tests adjust to the test-taker's ability. These computer-adaptive tests also increase accuracy in scoring. Computer-adaptive tests change depending on the test-taker's responses. They can become more or less difficult during the testing session. For this reason, the set of correct answers will be different for each test-taker.

  Cultural sensitivity

  Another change to language testing relates to cultural sensitivity. The term refers to material on a test that is based on a certain culture or is hard for test-takers from different cultures to understand.

  Mr. Roberts says test development companies are now hiring people with intercultural communication backgrounds to review test items. The companies want to make sure the test does not upset test-takers. Having negative feelings may affect a student's performance on the test.

  Accuracy in language testing

  Changes to English proficiency tests make them better at measuring the learners' ability. However, Mr. Roberts says the changes may mean the tests are more difficult for some students.

  "The tests have become more proficiency-oriented. The items are being designed in such a way that they test real-world proficiency and not simply sort of an artificial environment or a specific set of skills that are taught in a classroom. So a lot of authentic texts, a lot of authentic listening passages are being used."

  The changes mean students have to be able to understand English the way it is used in everyday life, not just in textbooks.

  What the tests measure

  Another big change is the way in which a student's performance on the tests is measured. Mr. Roberts says that many tests are measured according to the Common European Frame of Reference (CERF) scale of language proficiency.

  This measurement, Mr. Roberts says, "is similar to the American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages (ACTFL) and the Interagency Language Roundtable (ILR) guidelines, which are used by American universities and government agencies, respectively."

  The rating scales and guidelines are designed to show what the learner is able to do in the areas of speaking, reading, listening and writing.

  Mr. Roberts says, "It gives a description of what they can do with the language and then assigns a numerical value to that particular level."

  Mr. Roberts says he believes linking the scores and the scales means the tests provide more useful information about a learner's ability than they did before.

  In addition, changes to the tests will encourage schools to teach their students to use English for everyday life and study.

  I'm Jonathan Evans.

  Dr. Jill Robbins reported and wrote this story for VOA Learning English. Ashley Thompson was the editor.


  Words in This Story

  lingua franca – n. a language that is used among people who speak various different languages

  four skills - n. the language abilities involved in reading, listening, speaking, and writing

  assess – v. to make a judgment about (something); used to describe testing activity

  computer-adaptive - adj. tests that are designed to adjust their level of difficulty—based on the responses provided—to match the knowledge and ability of a test taker.

  proficiency: n. advancement in knowledge or skill

  authentic - adj. real or genuine : not copied or false; in language education: material that is developed for native speakers, not specially created for learners

  Now it's your turn. Write to us in the comments section on your views about the recent changes in language testing.


Dear God,


  Now that I am no longer young, I have friends whose mothers have passed away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers until it was too late to tell them.


  I am blessed with the dear mother who is still alive. I appreciate her more each day. My mother does not change, but I do. As I grow older and wiser, I realize what an extraordinary person she is. How sad that I am unable to speak these words in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.


  How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patience and just plain hard work that go into raising a child?For running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a college student who knows everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter realizes who her mother really is?


  How does a grown woman thank a mother for continuing to be a mother?For being ready with advice (when asked) or remaining silent when it is most appreciated? For not saying, “I told you so”, when she could have uttered these words dozens of times? For being essentially herself---loving, thoughtful, patient, and forgiving?


  I don’t know how, dear God,except to bless her as richly as she deserves and to help me live up to the example she has set. I pray that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine.


  A daughter



  I want to fall in love in 20xx.


  I want to fall head over heels this year. By the very end of it, I want to be bursting at the seams of all my scars with a love burning happily in my heart.


  I want the authentic feeling that surpasses dreaming -- a love that is true and never fleeting. I want this for myself as well as for you. I'd like it for the world, if possible.


  I want to be every fear I've ever held in the darkest parts of my heart transformed into the purest desire for truth. I want to feel the magic of love singing my soul to sleep.



  I want to fall in love before I fall for you.


  So I would like to fall in love many times this year, so that I may know how extraordinary you are when you appear.


  I must fall in love this year so I can understand the magnitude of what you will be -- of what you will mean to me, and I to you.


  That's how I want to fall in love in 20xx. I want to know love before I know you. I want to feel its essence and understand its woes. I want to fall in love this way so that I am full of so much love to hand to you, and I am waiting patiently for the day when I can give it all to you.



  The first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of the living, on the graves of the dead! All with save the river, that marked its course by a winding black line across the landscape; and the leafless trees, that against the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacies of their branches. What silence, too, came with the snow, and what seclusion!

  Every sound was muffled, every noise changed to something soft and musical. No more tramping hoofs, no more rattling wheels! Only the chiming of sleigh-bells, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of children.



  Gratitude grounds plentitude in the now. When you honor who you are, what you do, and what you have, your energy will change. You will start to glow. People will be drawn to you because that gratitude glow is rare in our current culture. I'm hoping to bring it back.



  The sun in the midsummer, incandescent and undynamic; our youth, and full of connotations. A song of the first radical upward, burst out the enthusiasm of life!

  On the day of entering the middle of the middle school, everyone has a smile on his face. The time of childhood is fleeting. Now, we don't have to wear a red scarf; now, our lives have more choices, more happiness and worry! No one does not tell us that we have entered the youth!

  Scene 1, school days, school.

  "Jinxi people Fang Zhongyong, who is plowing......" In the sound of reading prolonged echoes. "No! This question should be understood like this! " "The other solution is more simple!" In the noisy discussion, it is not difficult to hear the sound of the youth's blood boiling.

  Scene two, weekend, on the street.

  "You see, this pendant style novel good ah......" "The price is a little lower!"... The girls wandered all over the street. Sharp eyes carefully search for beautiful ornaments, excellent eloquence is used to hard bargain. A girl's face always shows a smile when it comes to a good and cheap thing.

  Scene three, weekend, on the basketball court.

  "Master the ball!" "Ha ha, we have got so many balls, you have to lose!" The basketball in the hands of the boys is the source of their happiness. Have a sway sweat, sweat on the body by Xunde stinking, still happily playing basketball! They will be excited for a goal for a long time.

  Of course, there will be trouble in youth. "This exam and how you got that, you do a good scolding parents rise head and shoulders above others and let the children back to the heart of youth. But learn to learn, occasionally, and flew into the heart that is full of happiness, and began to sing!

  "The sun goes down in the Ming Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty still climbs up. The flowers are still open next year." Joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, happiness and worry every day full of harmonious coexist. This is youth, this is our youth!


  Recently, I was running a race and thought it was over. The finish line was within sight, so I started my final sprint. As I cornered the last bend in the road, the finish line was not where I believed it to be. In fact, it was still a good half mile down the road. Since I had misjudged the end of the race, I had expended all of my energy and could only coast the remaining distance to the finish line.


  This analogy holds truth for many things in life. Don’t misjudge the finish line in your race.


  The Race Is Longer Than You Think


  Success takes perseverance. And there are no shortcuts to hard work, dedication, and honing of your skills.


  “The race is always longer than you think.” There is no such thing as overnight success. Yes, there are flashes in the pan, but they are gone as quickly as they sparkle. Make sure that you are ready to run the long race to completion. Here are 5 Ways to Ensure You Are Prepared to Go the Distance:

  “赛跑的路程通常比你想象的要长。” 罗马不是一夜建成的。是的,也许有昙花一现,但是它闪光之后很快就会消逝。确保你做好了长距离赛跑的准备。下面有五个方法来确保你已经做好了准备:

  1. Plan for the Long Race


  Plan for a long race. Winning is not done in short sprints, but rather long endurance challenges.


  2. Know the Finish Line


  If the race you are running doesn’t have a finish line you will not know when you are done. Ensure that your goals have deadlines, and thus finish lines (or at least checkpoints along the way.)


  3. Always Have a Reserve


  One of my early mentors said, “a true leader always has a reserve.” When everyone else is exhausted and spent, it is the leader who still has some left in their tank to persevere.

  我先前的一个导师说,“一个真正的领导通常都有所储备。” 当其他人筋疲力尽,有所储备的领导才能坚持下来。

  4. Train for the Distance


  Make sure you have trained for the distance you are running. Don’t go out to run a half marathon, if you have never completed more than a short jog. By train, I mean practice, learn, and prepare for the project you are undertaking.


  5. Never Go Empty


  I am always amazed by those that run “to empty” and are then stuck on the side of road. Running to empty doesn’t accomplish anything other than setting you back in the big picture.


  6. Be Ready to Go the Distance


  The race is never short. Those who think that life is a sprint are incorrect. Yes, there are periods of fast change and rapid movement. However, life is a long distance run with many hills, turns, and obstacles.


  So, don’t misjudge where your finish line is. And always be ready to go the distance.



  There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!

  When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

  Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

  Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

  May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.

  The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

  Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.

  The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

  When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.











  1.deceive[di'si:v] vt. 欺骗 vi. 行骗

  It's not honorable to deceive them.


  2.fade away 逐渐消失,褪色

  The airliner faded away into the mist.


  3.heartache['hɑ:teik] n. 心痛,悲叹









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