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  "We are reading the first verse of the first chapter of a book whose pages are infinite---"

  I do not know who wrote those words, but I have always liked them as a reminder that the future can be anything we want to make it. We can take the mysterious, hazy future and carve out of it anything that we can imagine, just like a sculptor carves a statue from a shapeless stone.

  We are all in the position of the farmer. If we plant a good seed, we reap a good harvest. If our seed is poor and full of weeds, we reap a useless crop. If we plant nothing at all, we harvest nothing at all.

  I want the future to be better than the past. I don't want it contaminated by the mistakes and errors with which history is filled. We should all be concerned about the future because that is where we will spend the reminder of our lives.

  The past is gone and static. Nothing we can do will change it. The future is before us and dynamic. Everything we do will effect it. Each day will brings with it new frontiers, in our homes and in our businesses, if we will only recognize them. We are just at the beginning of the progress in every field of human endeavor.


  How a Simple Idea Became a Huge Business



  By Howard Schultz


  [1]When I was a child growing up in public-housing projects in Canarsie, Brooklyn, I remember lying in bed at night thinking: what if I had a crystal ball and could see the future? But I quickly shut out the thought. I realized I didn 8217;t know what I wanted to do with my life. All I knew was I had to get out of the projects, get out of Brooklyn.


  [2]I was fortunate to go to college, but I didn 8217;t know what to do next. I had no mentor to help me sort out my options . My main goal was to escape the struggles my working-class parents lived with every day.


  [3]Eventually I discovered I had a talent for sales, and was hired by a Swedish housewares corporation. By age 28, I was vice president in charge of sales in the United States. I had an excellent salary and a co-op apartment in New York City, and was happily married to a beautiful woman, Sheri. My parents couldn 8217;t believe I had come so far so fast. The life I was leading was beyond their best dreams for me.

  [3]我发现自己善于推销,便进入了一家瑞典人开的家庭用品公司工作。我表现出色,28岁就晋升为主管国内销售的副总裁,薪金优厚。我买了套住宅,又娶了如花似玉的妻子 8211;雪瑞,生活舒适愉快。连我的父母都不敢相信我会如此飞黄腾达。他们从未梦想过我能过上这样的生活。

  [4]Most people would be satisfied with all this. But I was getting antsy . I wanted to be in charge of my own destiny . It was around this time, in the early 1980s, that I became aware of a strange phenomenon. A little retailer in Seattle was placing large orders for a drip coffee maker: a simple plastic cone set on a thermos . The company, Starbucks Coffee and Tea, had only four small stores, yet it was buying our product in quantities larger than Macy 8217;s was. Why was Seattle so taken with this coffee maker when the rest of the country was using electric coffee makers?

  [4]一般人有了如此成就,也许会志得意满,我却还想更上一层楼,决意要主宰自己的命运。就在这个时候(80年代初期),一个奇特现象引起了我的注意。西雅图有家经营零售业的小公司向我们订购滴滤式咖啡壶。这家公司名叫 8221;明星咖啡连锁公司 8221;,只有4家小店,向我们买这种产品的数量却超过百货业巨擘梅西公司。当时美国各地普通使用电气咖啡壶。何以此器具在西雅图那么受欢迎?

  [5]I had to find out, so I went to Seattle.


  [6]Fresh Approach



  One of my fondest memories as a child is going by the river and sitting idly on the bank.


  There I would enjoy the peace and quiet,在那里我可以享受闲适和宁静,watch the water rush downstream,看河水奔流而下,and listen to the chirps of birds,听鸟儿啁啾,and the rustling of leaves in the trees.


  I would also watch the bamboo trees bend under pressure from the wind and watch them return gracefully to their upright or original position after the wind had died down.


  When I think about the bamboo tree 8217;s ability to bounce back or return to its original position,每当我想到竹子这种弹回去或者说恢复原状的本领时,the word resilience comes to mind.


  When used in reference to a person this word means the ability to readily recover from shock, depression or any other situation that stretches the limits of a person 8217;s emotions.


  Have you ever felt like you are about to snap?


  Have you ever felt like you are at your breaking point?


  Thankfully, you have survived the experience to live to talk about it.


  During the experience you probably felt a mix of emotions that threatened your health.


  You felt emotionally drained, mentally exhausted and you most likely endured unpleasant physical symptoms.


  Life is a mixture of good times and bad times,人生是一个五味瓶,happy moments and unhappy moments.


  The next time you are experiencing one of those bad times or unhappy moments that take you close to your breaking point,下一次当你遭遇逆境感受悲伤几乎要被它们推到崩溃的边缘时,bend but don 8217;t break.


  Try your best not to let the situation get the best of you.


  A measure of hope will take you through the unpleasant ordeal.


  With hope for a better tomorrow or a better situation,心怀希望迎接一个更美好的明天或者更好的状况时,things may not be as bad as they seem to be.


  The unpleasant ordeal may be easier to deal with if the end result is worth having.


  If the going gets tough and you are at your breaking point,假如你正面对困难处在崩溃的边缘,show resilience.


  Like the bamboo tree, bend, but don 8217;t break.



  My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word “shmily” in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving “shmily” around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

  They dragged “shmily” with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. “Shmily” was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath.

  At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave “shmily” on the very last sheet.

  There was no end to the places “shmily” would pop up. Little notes with “shmily” scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.

  “Shmily” was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.

  It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love — one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship as based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

  Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew “how to pick ‘em”. Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

  But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents'life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her Every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that

  way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

  Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.

  Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.

  “Shmily.” It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grand- mother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.

  Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.

  shmily: See How Much I Love You.













  我终于明白了他们特殊小游戏的意义SHMILY: See how much I love you(知道我有多么爱你)。


  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 24 hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed hero 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 us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings, 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 gentleness, vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches 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. But most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.

  In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.

  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.

  The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all 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 sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being 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.


  Work and Pleasure

  To be really happy and really safe, one ought to have at least two or three hobbies, and they must all be real. It is no use starting late in life to say: “I will take an interest in this or that.” Such an attempt only aggravates the strain of mental effort. A man may acquire great knowledge of topics unconnected with his daily work, and yet hardly get any benefit or relief. It is no use doing what you like; you have got to like what you do. Broadly speaking, human beings may be divided into three classes: those who are toiled to death, those who are worried to death, and those who are bored to death. It is no use offering the manual labourer, tired out with a hard week’s sweat and effort, the chance of playing a game of football or baseball on Saturday afternoon. It is no use inviting the politician or the professional or business man, who has been working or worrying about serious things for six days, to work or worry about trifling things at the weekend.

  It may also be said that rational, industrious useful human beings are divided into two classes: first, those whose work is work and whose pleasure is pleasure; and secondly, those whose work and pleasure are one. Of these the former are the majority. They have their compensations. The long hours in the office or the factory bring with them as their reward, not only the means of sustenance, but a keen appetite for pleasure even in its simplest and most modest forms. But Fortune’s favoured children belong to the second class. Their life is a natural harmony. For them the working hours are never long enough. Each day is a holiday, and ordinary holidays when they come are grudged as enforced interruptions in an absorbing vocation. Yet to both classes the need of an alternative outlook, of a change of atmosphere, of a diversion of effort, is essential. Indeed, it may well be that those whose work is their pleasure are those who most need the means of banishing it at intervals from their minds.



  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 hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich mans 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 towns 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.

  也许他们十分伟大,对任何事情皆可坦然受之。 大多数人认为他们不屑于接受城镇的施救; 但是实际上他们经常使用不诚实的手段来维持自己的生计,这是更为不体面的。

  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.



  1 .However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.

  英语点睛:这实际上是几个短句,后面的句子都省略了however mean your life is.

  2 .The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich mans abode.



  1 .However hard this task is. we can finish:we must finish it.


  2 .You are as good as you think you are.



  Life is full of confusing and disordering Particular time, a particular location, Do the arranged thing of ten million time in the brain, Step by step , the life is hard to avoid delicacy and stiffness No enthusiasm forever, No unexpected happening of surprising and pleasing So, only silently ask myself in mind Next happiness, when will come?

  人生的纷纷扰扰,杂杂乱乱,在一个特定的时间,特定的'地点, 做脑海中安排了千万遍的事, 一步一骤,人生难免精致,却也死板, 永远没有激情,没有意料之外的惊喜。 于是,也只有在心里默默地问: 下一班幸福,几点开?


  But my idea of success is different today. And as you grow, you'll realise the definition of success changes. For many of you, today, success is being able to hold down 20 shots of tequila. For me, the most important thing in your life is to live your life with integrity, and not to give into peer pressure; to try to be something that you're not. To live your life as an honest and compassionate person; to contribute in some way. So to conclude my conclusion: follow your Passion, stay true to yourself. Never follow anyone else's path, unless you're in the woods and you're lost and you see a path, and by all means you should follow that. Don't give advice, it will come back and bite you in the ass. Don't take anyone's advice. So my advice to you is to be true to yourself and everything will be fine.


  And I know that a lot of you are concerned about your future, but there's no need to worry. The economy is booming, the job market is wide open, the planet is just fine It's gonna be great. You've already survived a hurricane What else can happen to you? And as I mentioned before, some of the most devastating things that happen to you will teach you the most. And now you know the right questions to ask in your first job interview. Like, "Is it above sea level?". So to conclude my conclusion that I've previously concluded, in the common cement speech, I guess what I'm trying to say is life is like one big Mardi Gras. But instead of showing your boobs, show people your brain, and if they like what they see, you'll have more beads than you know what to do with. And you'll be drunk, most of the time.



  Feelings, Failure and Finding Happiness


  The world has so many lessons to teach you. I consider the world, this Earth, to be like a school and our life the classrooms. And sometimes here in this Planet Earth school the lessons often come dressed up as detours or roadblocks. And sometimes as full-blown crises. And the secret I've learned to getting ahead is being open to the lessons, lessons from the grandest university of all, that is, the universe itself. It's being able to walk through life eager and open to self-improvement and that which is going to best help you evolve, because that's really why we're here, to evolve as human beings. To grow into more of ourselves, always moving to the next level of understanding, the next level of compassion and growth.


  I think about one of the greatest compliments I've ever received: I interviewed with a reporter when I was first starting out in Chicago. And then many years later, I saw the same reporter. And she said to me, "You know what? You really haven't changed. You've just become more of yourself."


  And that is really what we're all trying to do, become more of ourselves. And I believe that there's a lesson in almost everything that you do and every experience, and getting the lesson is how you move forward. It's how you enrich your spirit. And, trust me, I know that inner wisdom is more precious than wealth. The more you spend it, the more you gain.



  Tribute to Diana


  There is no doubt that she was looking for a new direction in her life at this away from England, mainly because of the treatment that she received at the hands of the newspapers. I don't think she ever understood why her genuinely good intentions were sneered at by the media, why there appeared to be a permanent quest on their behalf to bring her down. It is baffling.


  My own and only explanation is that genuine goodness is threatening to those at the opposite end of the moral spectrum. It is a point to those at the opposite end of the moral spectrum. It is a point to remember that of all the ironies about Diana, perhaps the greatest was this a girl given the name of the ancient goddess of hunting was, in the end, the most hunted person of the modern age.


  She would want us today to pledge ourselves to protecting her beloved boys William and Harry from a similar fate and I do this here Diana on your behalf. We will not allow them to suffer the anguish that used regularly to drive you to tearful despair.


  And beyond that, on behalf of your mother and sisters, I pledge that we, your blood family, will do all we can to continue the imaginative way in which you were steering these two exceptional young men so that their souls are not simply immersed by duty and tradition but can sing openly as you planned.



   A kangaroo is on the lam in Germany after breaking out of a wildlife park, with a fox and a wild boar his suspected accomplices.


  Michael Hoffmann, assistant head of the Hochwildschutzpark Hunsrueck west of Frankfurt, said Monday the male kangaroo was one of three that escaped overnight Saturday with the inadvertent help of the menagerie that lives in the area woods.


  Hoffmann says the kangaroos got out of their enclosure after a young fox snuck into the park and dug a hole next to the cage's fencing. Two of the three were then able to get out of the park entirely through another hole dug by a wild boar under the exterior fence.


  Hoffmann says "we've got two of them back; now we're just looking for the third."



  1 Bring Papa

  Teacher: For final exam this time, you can take your textbooks, your notebooks, your dictionary etc., just as you do your homework as usual.

  Frank: That sounds good. Then I can take my papa here.




  2 Cat and crab

  One day, a cat played near the lake. Suddenly, a crab clamped it. The cat is rather cross , it ran after the crab. After a while, that cat ran into the forest. A big brown spider making its net in the tree, the cat caught the big brown spider very fast, and the cat said to the big brown spider:" Did you think if you on the net, I will not know you? Yes, I still know you?!"



  English Essay英文美文欣赏

  Do you like autumn你喜欢秋天么?

  I do not know when, you fall softly on my red sweater, you put a flower as I have it? 不知什么时候,你轻轻地落在我鲜红的毛衣上,你把我也当成一朵花了吗?

  Golden butterfly you! Whom you are dancing in it? Not smile flowers, grasses lost their luster. Oh, I see, you are in the garden that little daisy eyes. 金色的.蝴蝶呀!你是在为谁而翩翩起舞呢?花儿没有了笑容,青草失去了光泽。哦,我明白了,你是在为园子里那眨着眼睛的小雏菊。

  Golden butterflies, you are willing to pay my friend? Come! Flew into my books, accompanied by bright, I walked into the classroom金色的蝴蝶,你愿意和我交朋友吗?来吧!飞进我的课本,伴着我走进明亮的教室 。

  Fall to, chrysanthemum opened. There are red, yellow, with purple, and white, very beautiful! 秋天到了,菊花开了。有红的,有黄的,有紫的,还有白的,美丽极了!

  Do you like autumn? 你喜欢秋天吗?


  Humour and charm are a surprisingly powerful combination as a means of ascent in life.


  I have met a number of entrepreneurs who have built fortunes on the back of their wit and general popularity -and not much else. They disarm us with self-deprecation, we enjoy their company-so why wouldn't we want to do business with them? Of course, it all has to be done well; sycophancy and flat jokes do not weave the same spell. 我遇见过许多凭借风趣机智和好人缘白手起家的企业家。他们谦和自敛,让我们生不起气来。我们与他们相处愉快一一所以我们为什么不与他们做生意呢?当然,这里面必须讲求技巧。一味溜颈拍马,开一些干巴巴的玩笑,不会产生同样的魔力。

  The British feel that some light relief amid the drudgery is essential for existence to be tolerable. It seems to be a cornerstone of our psychology and

  culture. In London, to say someone has no sense of humour is to condemn them

  utterly. Many important meetings I attend start with a little friendly banter to break the ice, a ritual to remind us that we are all human-rather than simply robots of commerce. 英国人认为,人生在世,就得苦中作乐。这似乎是我们心理学和文化的一条基本原则。在伦敦,说一个人缺乏幽默感,等于是说他一无是处。我出席的许多重要会议,都以一些善意的玩笑开场,以此打破沉默。这种惯例提醒我们,我们都是凡人,而不完全是商业机器。

  I am sure foreigners must think our levity is baffling. My defence is that Brits

  subscribe to Horace's view: "A jest often decides matters of importance more effectively and happily than seriousness."


  Some years ago, a partner of mine practised what I called "management by

  laughter". He motivated and inspired by making the atmosphere at work fun, rather than the bullying and intimidation common in many workplaces. 几年前,我的一位合伙人实行我所说的“欢笑管理”。他鼓舞和激励士气的方法,是营造充满乐趣的工作氛围,不同于许多工作场所常见的威逼和胁迫的氛围。


  In these litigious, politically correct times, the perils of making cheap gags can be considerable. Recently, I attended a dinner at a trade conference. The speaker was a well-known executive who told a number of jokes in poor taste, some at the expense of influential figures in the room. Just as a vulgar best man's speech at a wedding can strike the wrong note, so I sensed as we chatted after the speech that the jibes would not be swiftly forgotten. 在这种动辄法庭上见、政治上正确的时代,讲低级笑话可能会相当危险。我最近出席了一个贸易会议举办的晚宴,席间一位颇有名气的高管发表了演讲。他讲了许多低级趣味的笑话,有些还是取笑在座的显要人物。演讲后我们在闲聊时,我感觉到,他的那些话不会被很快忘记,这与婚礼上伴郎讲话粗俗不合时宜一样。

  Some one once said: "Brains, integrity and force may be all very well, but what you need today is charm." This is the age of celebrity, even in the boardroom, and none of us is impervious to the presence of those legendary characters when they switch on the full blast of their glittering personality. Perhaps it is their reputation, perhaps their smile, perhaps their brilliance with words-or possibly their rapt attention. 曾有人说:“拥有才智、诚实和力量固然不错,但当今你需要的是魅力。” 这是一个名人的时代,即使在董事会也是如此。那些鼎鼎大名的人物一旦全力展现他们迷人的个性或者是名声、或者是微笑、或者是口才,又或者是专注的神情,投入能够抵御。

  I am often struck how often young children utter the phrase "Look at me!" They want appreciation, and fundamentally not much changes, even when we are 50. Genuine approval from the boss can taste better than anything-even a pay rise. 小孩子常常会说“看我的!”,对此我常常感到惊讶。他们想要得到赞赏。这一点在长大后基本上也不会改变,即使到了50岁。老板真心的称赞比什么——甚至加薪,都更让人觉得受用。

  Are charm and a sense of humour acquired traits? They certainly improve with effort and practice. Ronald Reagan used his years in showbiz to hone his performance skills before succeeding in politics. 魅力和幽默感能够后天培养吗?努力练习肯定会有作用。罗纳德·里根早年在演艺界干过,练得一身表演才能,后来才进入政界,成就了一番事业。

  I have sat with stand-up comics before they go on stage. The most brilliant appear almost nonchalant, rather than rehearsed or anxious, and their acts are mostly learnt word-perfect yet appear spontaneous. 我曾经在一些笑星登台前与他们坐在一起。最出色的笑星出场前几乎都显得若无其事,既没有背台词,也没有焦虑不安。他们表演的内容基本上都是事先背下来的,但却显得像是即兴发挥。

  So it is with outstanding business leaders who persuade their teams to laugh and try harder: they apply themselves assiduously to the task. Most world-class chief executives possess charisma-really a captivating blend of charm and wit. And, believe me, they graft at it far more than they admit. 杰出的企业领导能够让他的团队既开心又卖力工作:他们自己会勤于工作。世界级的首席执行官大多魅力非凡——这实际上是吸引力和风趣机智的迷人组合。另外,请相信我,他们花费在这上面的心力,远远超过他们所承认的。


  There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He was happy because he was content. He was content because he was happy. 从前在非洲有一位快乐而满足的农夫。他因满足而快乐,同时也因快乐而感到满足。

  One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along them. 有一天,一位智者向他走来并告知他关于钻石的荣耀,以及随之而来权力。

  The wise man says, “If you had a diamond the size of your thumb, you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your fist you could probably own your own country.” And then he went away. 智者说,“如果你拥有一块拇指般大的钻石,你就能换到一座属于自己的城市;如果你拥有一块拳头般大的钻石,你就可能会拥有一个属于自己的国家。”说完他便离开了。

  That night the farmer couldn’t sleep. He was

  unhappy and he was discontent. He was unhappy because he was discontent, and he was discontent because he was unhappy. 那一晚,农夫难以入睡,他开始变得不快乐而且不满足起来。他因不满足而不快乐,同样也因为不快乐而变得不满足。

  The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm, took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. He looked all over Africa and couldn’t find any. He looked all through Europe and couldn’t find any. When he got to Spain, he was emotionally, physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. 第二天早上,他卖掉了自己的农场,安顿好了他的家人便踏上了寻找钻石之路。他寻遍了整个非洲但却一无所获。他找遍整个欧洲还是一无所获。当他到达西班牙的时候,他已精神崩溃、周身疲惫、钱财耗尽。绝望之下,他跳进了巴塞罗那河,自杀了。

  Back home, the person who had bought his farm was

  watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. Across the stream, the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. 而在他的家乡,买下他农场的那个人此时正在小溪边给


  He thought it would look good on the mantelpiece. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. He asked, “Is Hafiz back?”


  The new owner said, “No, why do you ask?”The wise man said, “Because that is a diamond. I recognize one when I see one.” The man said, “No, that’s just a stone I picked up from the stream. Come, I’ll show you. There are many more.’They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. Sure enough, the stones were diamonds. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds.



  We’re Just Beginning

  “We are reading the first 1)verse of the first chapter of a book whose pages are 2)infinite...”

  I do not know who wrote those words, but I have always liked them as a 3)reminder that the future can be anything we want to make it. We can take the mysterious, 4)hazy future and carve out of it anything that we can imagine, just as a 5)sculptor carves a statue from a shapeless stone.

  We are all in the position of the farmer. If we plant a good seed, we reap a good harvest. If our seed is poor and full of 6)weeds, we reap a useless crop. If we plant nothing at all, we harvest nothing at all.

  I want the future to be better than the past. I don’t want it 7)contaminated by the mistakes and errors with which history is filled. We should all be concerned about the future because that is where we will spend the remainder of our lives.

  The past is gone and 8)static. Nothing we can do will change it. The future is before us and 9)dynamic. Everything we do will affect it. Each day brings with it new 10)frontiers, in our homes and in our business, if we only recognize them. We are just at the beginning of the progress in every field of human endeavor.







  Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving on a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

  But the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

  "When we reach the station, that will be it", we cry. "When I'm 18", "When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage", "When I have paid off the mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the age of the retirement, I shall live happily ever after."

  Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.

  "Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the Psalm 118:24:"This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tommorrow. Reget and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.

  So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough.