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  Many have sought a variety of sources for their feeling of happiness. Some have put their heart and efforts into their work. Too many turned to drugs and alcohol2. Untold numbers have looked for it in the possession of expensive cars, exotic3 vacation hoes, and other popular "toys"Most of their efforts have a root in one common fact people are looking for a lasting source of happiness.
  Unfortunately, I believe that happiness evades4 many because they misunderstand the process and journey of finding it.
  Today, some people think that an expensive car is stimulus. Happiness is a response. A great paying job is stimulus. Happiness is a response. A loving relationship is stimulus. Happiness is a response. This belief leaves us thinking and feeling: "I"ll be happy when ..."
  It has been my finding that actually the opposite is true. I believe that happiness is a stimulus and response is what life brings to those who are truly happy. When we are happy, we tend to have more success in our work. When we are happy, people want to be around us and enjoy loving relationships. When we are happy, we more naturally take better care of our bodies and enjoy good health. Happiness is not a response --rather, it is a stimulus.
  Happiness is a conscious5 choice we make every day of our lives. For unknown reasons to me, many choose to be miserable, frustrated and angry most"of the time. Happiness is not something that happens to us after we get something we want -- we usually get things we want after we choose to be happy.
  
  注释:
  1. stimulus n.刺激物,刺激因素
  2. alcoholn.酒精,酒
  3. exoticadj.有异国情调的
  4. evadev.躲避;回避
  5. conscious adj.有意识的,神志清醒的
  
  许多人已经找到了各种各样让他们觉得快乐的源泉。一些人全心全意投入工作;太多人求助于毒品和酒精;还有无数人从拥有名贵的汽车,有异国情调的度假屋和其他流行“玩具”中寻找到快乐。他们的努力大多根源于一个共同的事实:人们在寻找持久的快乐源泉。
  不幸的是,我认为快乐与很多人无缘,因为他们错误地理解了寻找快乐的过程和旅程。
  现今有些人认为昂贵的汽车是刺激,快乐是反应。一份高薪的工作也是刺激,幸福是反应。美好的爱情是一种刺激,幸福是一种反应。这种观念让我们这样想:“如果……我就会幸福。”
  我发现事实上正好相反。我相信快乐是一种刺激,而反应是生活所带给那些真正快乐的人的东西。当我们快乐的时候,我们在工作上更容易取得成功。当我们快乐的时候,人们都想要围绕着我们,享受爱的温暖。当我们快乐的时候,我们自然会更爱护我们的身体,享有健康。快乐不是一种反应——相反,它是一种刺激。
  快乐是我们生命中每一天要做的一种有意识的选择。因为某些我所不知道的原因,许多人绝大多数时候选择使自己痛苦、灰心丧气和生气。快乐不是我们得到自己想要的东西后才会出现的东西——通常是我们先选择使自己快乐,然后才会得到我们想要的东西。

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  I hired a carpenter to help me restore1 an old farmhouse. He had a rough2 first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric3 saw quit, and now his ancient4 pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.
  On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family: As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of some branches with both hands. As he opened the door, he underwent5 an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
  Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that"s my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can"t help having troubles on the job, but one thing"s for sure, troubles don"t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So, I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again." Then he smiled and said, "Funny thing is, when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren"t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
  
  注释:
  1 restorevt.修复,重建
  2 roughadj.不顺利的
  3 electric adj.电的,电气的
  4 ancientadj.远古的,旧的
  5 undergovt.承受,经历
  
  我雇了个木匠帮我修复一栋旧农舍。工作的头一天他极为不顺,车胎漏气使他晚了一个小时,电锯又坏了,现在他的旧敞篷卡车也启动不了了。我开车送他回家时,他静静坐着,一言不发。
  到家的时候,他邀我去见他的家人。在走向门口时,他在一棵小树前停了一下,双手抚摸树枝的末梢。门一开,他马上表情大变,脸上浮现出微笑。他拥抱了孩子们,又吻了妻子。
  之后,他送我回到车边。当我们经过那棵树时,我的好奇心不禁涌上心头,便想问个究竟。“哦,那是我的麻烦树,”他回答道,“我知道工作上难免会遇到烦恼,但是,你知道妻子和孩子肯定是无辜的。所以,每晚回家前我会把这些烦恼‘挂’在树上,早上再将他们‘捡’起来。”接着他笑了笑说:“有趣的是,当我第二天出来‘捡’起它们时,发现它们比我昨晚记忆中的少多了。”


  [美国]欧内斯特·海明威
  Ernest Hemingway
  
  In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a Village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching find afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves.
   The plain was rich with crops; there were many orchards of fruit trees and beyond the plain the mountains were brown and bare. There was fighting in the mountains and at night we could see the flashes from the artillery. In the dark it was like summer lightning, but the nights were cool and there was not the feeling of a storm coming.
  Sometimes in the dark we heard the troops marching under the window and guns going past pulled by motor-tractors. There was much traffic at night and many mules on the roads with boxes of ammunition on each side of their pack-saddles and gray motor-trucks that carried men, and other trucks with loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic. There were big guns too that passed in the day drawn by tractors, the long barrels of the guns covered with green branches and green leafy branches and vines laid over the tractors. To the north we could look across a valley and see a forest of chestnut trees and behind it another mountain on this side of the river. There was fighting for that mountain too, but it was not successful, and in the fall when the rains came the leaves all fell from the chestnut trees and the branches were bare and the trunks black with rain. The vineyards were thin and bare, branched too and all the country wet and brown and dead with the autumn. There were mists over the river and clouds on the mountain and trucks splashed mud on the road and the troops were muddy and wet in their capes; their rifles were wet and under their capes the two leather cartridge-boxes on the front of belts, gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin, long 6.5mm.cartridges, bulged forward under the capes so that the men, passing on the road, marched as though they were six months gone with child.
  
  那年晚夏,我们住在乡间的一栋房子里,隔着河流和平原可以望见高山。河床里的鹅卵石和圆石,在阳光的照耀下干燥白皙,清澈的河水湍急地流过,河道里一汪蔚蓝。部队沿着房子向大路挺进,扬起滚滚尘土,覆盖了树叶和枝干。树叶那年落得早,我们看着部队行进在路上,所过之处,尘土飞扬。微风吹得树叶纷然而落,士兵们踏过的路上只剩下哗哗的落叶,一眼望去白晃晃、空荡荡的。
  平原上的庄稼长势良好,有许多果园,而平原外的山峦,则是满目褐黄,光秃一片。山谷里战斗正打得紧,夜里我们还能看到炮火的闪现。黑暗中,这番情景酷似夏季的闪电,只是现在夜里凉快些,人们觉察不到夏天暴风雨来临前的那种闷热罢了。
  有时在夜色中,我们能听见部队从窗下走过,摩托牵引机拖着大炮发出的声响也声声入耳。夜里的交通颇为繁忙,路上有很多驮着弹药箱的骡子,运送土兵的灰色卡车,还有一种开得稍略缓慢的卡车,运载的东西被帆布盖着。白天也有用牵引车运送的重炮,翠绿的树枝遮盖着长长的炮管,郁郁葱葱、繁茂的枝条和葡萄藤把整个车身都覆盖了。朝北望是片山谷,山谷后面有一片栗树树林,林子后面,也就是在河的这一边,又有一座高山。在这座高山里也曾经发生过交战,只是没有成功。一到秋天,雨水就连绵而至,山上栗树的叶子掉得精光,只剩下赤裸的树枝,还有那被雨打得漆黑的树干。葡萄园中也是枯枝败叶,稀疏光秃;乡里的每一样东西都是湿润的,目之所至,一片萧瑟的秋意。雾气弥漫着河流,浮云在山涧萦绕,路上卡车驶过处泥浆飞溅,工兵们顶着湿漉漉的披肩,浑身都是烂泥;他们的来福枪也被淋湿了,每个人身前的皮带都挂着两个灰皮子弹盒,里面排满了又长又窄的六点五毫米口径的子弹,鼓鼓囊囊地盖在披肩下,他们走在路上,猛地一看,就像是一群怀胎六月的妇人。
校园活动策划书
  Many have sought a variety of sources for their feeling of happiness. Some have put their heart and efforts into their work. Too many turned to drugs and alcohol2. Untold numbers have looked for it in the possession of expensive cars, exotic3 vacation hoes, and other popular "toys"Most of their efforts have a root in one common fact people are looking for a lasting source of happiness.
  Unfortunately, I believe that happiness evades4 many because they misunderstand the process and journey of finding it.
  Today, some people think that an expensive car is stimulus. Happiness is a response. A great paying job is stimulus. Happiness is a response. A loving relationship is stimulus. Happiness is a response. This belief leaves us thinking and feeling: "I"ll be happy when ..."
  It has been my finding that actually the opposite is true. I believe that happiness is a stimulus and response is what life brings to those who are truly happy. When we are happy, we tend to have more success in our work. When we are happy, people want to be around us and enjoy loving relationships. When we are happy, we more naturally take better care of our bodies and enjoy good health. Happiness is not a response --rather, it is a stimulus.
  Happiness is a conscious5 choice we make every day of our lives. For unknown reasons to me, many choose to be miserable, frustrated and angry most"of the time. Happiness is not something that happens to us after we get something we want -- we usually get things we want after we choose to be happy.
  
  注释:
  1. stimulus n.刺激物,刺激因素
  2. alcoholn.酒精,酒
  3. exoticadj.有异国情调的
  4. evadev.躲避;回避
  5. conscious adj.有意识的,神志清醒的
  
  许多人已经找到了各种各样让他们觉得快乐的源泉。一些人全心全意投入工作;太多人求助于毒品和酒精;还有无数人从拥有名贵的汽车,有异国情调的度假屋和其他流行“玩具”中寻找到快乐。他们的努力大多根源于一个共同的事实:人们在寻找持久的快乐源泉。
  不幸的是,我认为快乐与很多人无缘,因为他们错误地理解了寻找快乐的过程和旅程。
  现今有些人认为昂贵的汽车是刺激,快乐是反应。一份高薪的工作也是刺激,幸福是反应。美好的爱情是一种刺激,幸福是一种反应。这种观念让我们这样想:“如果……我就会幸福。”
  我发现事实上正好相反。我相信快乐是一种刺激,而反应是生活所带给那些真正快乐的人的东西。当我们快乐的时候,我们在工作上更容易取得成功。当我们快乐的时候,人们都想要围绕着我们,享受爱的温暖。当我们快乐的时候,我们自然会更爱护我们的身体,享有健康。快乐不是一种反应——相反,它是一种刺激。
  快乐是我们生命中每一天要做的一种有意识的选择。因为某些我所不知道的原因,许多人绝大多数时候选择使自己痛苦、灰心丧气和生气。快乐不是我们得到自己想要的东西后才会出现的东西——通常是我们先选择使自己快乐,然后才会得到我们想要的东西。

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  Kevin Costner succeeded in winning the heart of the movie-going public by making all-American whole- someness sexy. He won it again by succeeding against all conventional wisdom in a three-hour Western with a full-third of its dialogue spoken in Lakota Sioux. During his heyday1 in the late 80s", Costner reigned as a larger-than-life Hollywood insider who scored points2 with everyone for being a regular Joe3 and model family man. In recent years,Kevin has been put through the proverbialwringerwitha much-publicized divorce from his wife of 16 years,and a string of big-budget4 bombs-- but it"s likely that the same persistence that made him a celebrity in the first place will keep his career alive for years to come.
  He was born on January 18, 1955, Lynnwood, California, U. S. A., in a working class. His father, Bill Costner, was a power company worker, his mother, Sharon Costner, welfare worker. He had a brother, Dan Coster. At high school he was an average student, but he developed a boy- hood infatuation with sports. He was an enthusiastic sportsman who made the baseball and basketball squads even though he was only five feet and two inches. But thanks to a late growth spurt, he had topped out at six feet by the time he eolled at Cal5 -State Fullerton,where he gained a degree in business administration. He showed little interest in the arts until his senior year. Then for a lark6, he auditioned for a college production. "I didn"t get a part, but suddenly I knew that what was going on in that room was where I wanted to be." "I made a conscious choice then between marketing and finance and acting."
  A casting call for a local production of Rumpelstiltskin launched him on his career path--an unlikely milestone,to be sure, but evidently the experience was rewarding enough to convince Costner to become a professional actor.
  Costner"s road to stardom was hindered by the familiar detours and roadblocks that most aspiring young actors encounter: the odd jobs to pay the bills; the missed golden opportunities(he turned down roles that were later given to Jeff Bridge and Mel Gibson,and auditioned three times for the role that eventually went to Nicolas Cage in Raising Arizons);and the better-left- unmentioned roles in video-bound duds like 1974"s Sizzle Beach, U. S. A. (the film eventually appeared in theatres in 1986). Small roles in mostly meager films kept him employed during the early 80s". His most notable appearance of this period wound up on the cutting-room floor; Lawrence Kasdan cast him in 1983"s The Big Chill as Alex, the mutual friend whose death reunites a group of college friends. Unfortunately, Costner"s originally healthy share of screen time edited down to several fleeting glimps of him in the undemanding role of Alex"s corps. To make it up to the struggling young actor, Kasdan tapped Costner for Silverado two years later, in the role of a slightly batty gunfighter who just can"t be deterred from kissing the girls. The movie was a hit, and, finally, so was Costner.
校园活动策划书

我抬头望着这棵枫树,自己为何不努力奋斗,做最好的自己呢?


  作者介绍
  华盛顿·欧文(1738—1859),享誉国际的文学家,也是19世纪最伟大的美国散文家之一。生于纽约,在家中,他是11个孩子中的最小的。欧文自幼聪颖,19岁攻读法律。1804年至1808年间游历欧洲,返国后取得律师资格:但是他对当律师不感兴趣。而且他身体不太好,因此,改变兴趣,以写作谋生,并进入仕途。曾任驻西班牙公使,旅居欧洲长达17年;他的杰作《见闻札记》就是在这期间完成的,其中的《瑞普·凡·温克尔》已成为妇孺皆知的故事。总之,华盛顿·欧文在世界文学史上有着不可或缺的地位。
  
  On one of those sober and rather melancholy days, in the latter part of Autumn, when the shadows of morning and evening almost mingle together, and throw a gloom over the decline of the year, I passed several hours in rambling about Westminster Abbey. There was something congenial to the season in the mournful magnificence of the old pile; and, as I passed its threshold, seemed like stepping back into the regions of antiquity, and losing myself among the shades of former ages.
  I entered from the inner court of Westminster School, through a long, low, vaulted passage, that had an almost subterranean look, being dimly lighted in one part by circular perforations in the massive walls. Through this dark avenue I had a distant view of the cloisters, with the figure of an old verger, in his black gown, moving along their shadowy vaults, and seeming like a spectre from one of the neighboring tombs. The approach to the abbey through these gloomy monastic remains prepares the mind for its solemn contemplation. The cloisters still retain something of the quiet and seclusion of former days. The gray walls are discolored by damps, and crumbling with age; a coat of hoary moss has gathered over the inscriptions of the mural monuments, and obscured the death"s --heads, and other funereal emblems. The sharp touches of the chisel are gone from the rich tracery of the arches; the roses which adorned the key-stones have lost their leafy beauty; everything bears marks of the gradual dilapidations of time, which yet has something touching and pleasing in its very decay.
  The sun was pouring down a yellow autumnal ray into the square of the cloisters; beaming upon a scanty plot of grass in the center, and lighting up an angle of the vaulted passage with a kind of dusky splendor. From between the arcades, the eye glanced up to a bit of blue sky or a passing cloud, and beheld the sungilt pinnacles of the abbey towering into the azure heaven.
  As I paced the cloisters, sometimes contemplating this mingled picture of glory and decay, and sometimes endeavoring to decipher the inscriptions on the tombstones, which formed the pavement beneath my feet, my eye was attracted to three figures, rudely carved in relief, but nearly worn away by the footsteps of many generations. They were the effigies of three of the early abbots; the epitaphs were entirely effaced; the names alone remained,having no doubt been renewed in later times.(Vitalis.Abbas. 1082, and, Gislebert us Crispinus. Abbas. 1114, and Laurentius.Abbas. 1176.) I remained some little while, musing over these casual relics of antiquity, thus left like wrecks upon this distant shore of time, telling no tale but that such beings had been, and had perished; teaching no moral but the futility of that pride which hopes still to exact homage in its ashes and to live in an inscription. A little longer, and even these faint records will be obliterated, and the monument will cease to be a memorial. Whilst I was yet looking down upon these gravestones, I was roused by the sound of the abbey clock, reverberating from buttress to buttress, and echoing among the cloisters. It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave. I pursued my walk to an arched door opening to the interior of the abbey. On entering here, the magnitude of the building breaks fully upon the mind, contrasted with the vaults of the cloisters. The eyes gaze with wonder at clustered columns of gigantic dimensions, with arches springing from them to such an amazing height; and man wandering about their bases, shrunk into insignificance in comparison with his own handiwork. The spaciousness and gloom of this vast edifice produce a profound and mysterious awe. We step cautiously and softly about, as if fearful of disturbing the hallowed silence of the tomb; while every footfall whispers along the walls, and chatters among the sepulchers, making us more sensible of the quiet we have interrupted.
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秋天鲜红的枫叶,不仅仅是几片,而是一整棵树都是这样,缀满枝头,在夜光中显得格外引人注目。

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窗外雨淅淅沥沥地下着,天空一会儿黑一会儿灰,如墨般的纱蒙在天空中,一层又一层,就如同我现在的心情一般,失望又自卑。

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十三岁,不会再沉浸于那鲜花和掌声之中,逃出来找回真正的自己,在残酷、竞争中步步升起。

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