精选优美英语美文（第1篇）

　　Silent Spring, she was fifty years old. She had spent most of her professional life as a marine biologist and writer with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. But now she was a world-famous author, thanks to the fabulous success of The Sea Around Us, published seven years before. Royalties from this book and its successor, The Edge of the Sea, had enabled her to devote full time to her own writing.

　　To most authors this would seem like an ideal situation: an established reputation, freedom to choose one’s own subject, publishers more than ready to contract for anything one wrote. It might have been assumed that her next book would be in a field that offered the same opportunities, the same joy in research, as did its predecessors. Indeed she had such projects in mind. But it was not to be.

　　While working for the government, she and her scientific colleagues had become alarmed by the widespread use of DDT and other long-lasting poisons in so-called agricultural control programs. Immediately after the war, when these dangers had already been recognized, she had tried in vain to interest some magazine in an article on the subject. A decade later, when the spraying of pesticides and herbicides (some of them many times as toxic as DDT) was causing wholesale destruction of wildlife and its habitat, and clearly endangering human life, she decided she had to speak out. Again she tried to interest the magazines in an article. Though by now she was a well-known writer, the magazine publishers, fearing to lose advertising, turned her down. For example, a manufacturer of canned baby food claimed that such an article would cause “unwarranted fear” to mothers who used his product. (The one exception was The New Yorker, which would later serialize parts of Silent Spring in advance of book publication.)

　　So the only answer was to write a book—book publishers being free of advertising pressure. Miss Carson tried to find someone else to write it, but at last she decided that if it were to be done, she would have to do it herself. Many of her strongest admirers questioned whether she could write a salable book on such a dreary subject. She shared their doubts, but she went ahead because she had to. “There would be no peace for me,” she wrote to a friend, “if I kept silent.”

　　Silent Spring was over four years in the making. It required a very different kind of research from her previous books. She could no longer recount the delights of the laboratories at Woods Hole or of the marine rock pools at low tide. Joy in the subject itself had to be replaced by a sense of almost religious dedication. And extraordinary courage: during the final years she was plagued with what she termed “a whole catalogue of illnesses.”

精选优美英语美文（第2篇）

　　Last night I fell asleep, even the dream is not as clear as ever.

　　Wake up at six in the morning, eyes still closed, open ears, the habit of waiting, waiting for the sound of birds frolic rush me. But today seems to be unable to do so, the ears of birds, by twos and threes is sparse, not the style of the past. Get a look at the balcony area with a thin layer of water, it became the hope for a long time, the rain has quietly from the dream of, without a trace of wind, quietly falling in the balcony, garden, give me joy, bring a morning.

　　Standing on the balcony, the habit of looking toward the East sky, in the past, there is the illusion of region, today, was relieved of rain heavy makeup, a rare white makeup. The rain washed Lai mountain, showing a dark green before the ink is dry. A mountain, also learn Qian Tang wave shape, from the sky, turning forward and downward wrapped, will be a mountain as the wye. The large mountains on the southwest side are also connected by clouds and fog. They are running aimlessly around the mountain under the direction of the wind, and they are covered with a thin mass, like a crumpled yarn, which covers the large mountains. Along the ridge, there is a big windmill, with only a faint blade of wind in the clouds, far away, like the artifact that stirs the sea of clouds.

　　The rain was so low-key and soft, but it was very unexpected. In this area the sands Jianggan hot valley, the weather has always been as hot tempered temper upright man, it was a sunny sunny, cloudless; rain, just under the doctrine of the mean, it is never jifengzhouyu! Character, because, in its chest hall, in addition to coal, iron is. But anyway, it's so soft and occasional, it's very good for me.

　　Downstairs banyan tree, for three years, in the M care, now, has returned to the two floor restaurant a window shade, four seasons cool. Yesterday is a tree full of birds, cicadas, today, do they have to run where rain, leaving a window the rain entangles in the ear.

　　Banana, is the ancient rain liangpeng. For those fond memories of childhood, also for the rain beat the rhythm of the banana, last year deliberately from the farmland for a plant, now is already the five son around the knee. Large slender banana leaves, natural long side faces a zithers, spread into the air, as if waiting for such a rainy season, waiting for God's hand to get Xu light bomb. Think of the "rain beat banana" that you've been thinking about, and why don't you listen carefully and see if you can hear a little bit of poetry?. So, I was leaning out of the window, to the ear that a fine rain, tell which is a rhyme from rain, unfortunately, Teana is not easily leaked to the laity. It will be a little closer, distance closer? I put Kampuchea back to the upstream of the palm leaf hat, who came to the tree from the back door close to run a few steps, and this maner is rain in the dry brown leaf on the crackling rain as voiceless, dry Dutch general sounds. It seems that this time can not listen to the rain playing banana.

　　It was close to the edge of the papaya tree wax, palm leaved lace slightly involute, from upstairs to see Ye Fangru, a fine dew plate shape. The crystal raindrops fall, it is a careful income intraday, chest stand as respectful nod, a reception for guests like.

　　The moist night rain garden, lawn, a restless state, become green thrown up. Only pine peony some difficult, wore a bulging buds, no sun, it will be like? I'm a little worried about it for. Out a look, such as his pocket like peony flowers open, decorated by raindrops, it has an indescribable charm, from the flower of love arise spontaneously. Hibiscus and Bougainvillea on the side of the road in the rain is still warm, open, Xingxingdiandeng, became a real Rare Rainy day.

　　I thought, the rain sky, a gray, it is lonely. M two surprise call, but let me see another version. As I look down his fingers over the trees looked at low altitude, some brave bird, through ups and downs in the thick rain. "I don't know why they fly in the rain," M said. "Wait a minute and you'll understand.". Sure enough, the bird flight area, I gradually found that there are some imperceptible insects and also wandering in the rain, to take their own lives to lure birds rather baffling. The birds are also quite appreciate, everyone is smart air hunter, they found that flies in circles, aerial reconnaissance fast chase, a mouth, began to look for the next target, again, never. M is the same way, will be standing in the doorway, with his eyes chasing a kite drifting bird.

　　And I sit at the window, with the rain outside the window, read two pages of books, write two lines of words, the heart is also moist.

精选优美英语美文（第3篇）

　　Beijing Olympic Games gives the world so many surprises, we show our new image to the world. Many Chinese heroes fought for the right to hold the Olympic Games, finally we made it. Now we are also successful in winning the right to hold the winter Olympic Games. Our insistence helps us to make so many miracles.

　　Beijing has become the only city to hold the summer and winter Olympic Games so far, we are so proud of it. But the road to achieve this amazing phenomenon is such tough. Early in the 1990s, we started to compete for the vote, but the world did not know our country, the judgers believed that our country was far away from the qualification. So we were rejected again and again. Thanks to the insistent effort, we won the vote and fulfilled this dream. Two days ago, we won another vote for holding the winter Olympic Games. Two times to win the rights is such inspiring news, we are creating miracle all the time.

　　Insistent effort will bring good luck, I believe that we can creating more miracles.

精选优美英语美文（第4篇）

　　An ancient Hebraic text says:" love is as strong as death". It seems that not everyone experiences this kind of strong love. The increasing probably,crime and war tells us that the world is in indispensable need of true love. But what is true love?

　　Love is something we all need.But how do we know when we experience it?

　　True love is best seen as the promotion and action, not an emotion. Love is not exclusively based how we feel.Certainly our emotions are involved.But they cannot be our only criteria for love.True love is when you care enough about another person that you will lay down your life for them. When this happens,then love truly is as strong as death.How many of you have a mother, or father,husband or wife,son or daughter or friend who would sacrifice his or her own life on yours? Those of you who truly love your spells but unchildren, would unselfishly lay your life on the line to save them from death? Many people in an emergency room with their loved ones and prayed"please, God,take me instead of them".Find true love and be a true lover as well.May you find a love which is not only strong as death, but to leave to a truly for feeling life.

精选优美英语美文（第5篇）

　　To help others，you don't have to be an efficient expert in the art; the main thing is the intention.

　　你若想助人，并不一定要在助人的艺术方面猛下工夫，重要的是你有没有一颗助人的心。

　　You may be crude and clumsy, wasteful and ineffective, but if you sincerely try to help, your attempt produces nothing but good.

　　你或许粗里粗气，笨手笨脚，徒劳又无成效，但你若真心想帮忙，你的努力只会带来善果。

　　The one you are trying to help knows your intention and is strengthened and encouraged by the magic of your sharing.

　　你想要帮助的人得知你有心相助时，会因为你共担困苦的魔力而变得坚强振作。

　　In nearly every case，your simple desire to help，converted into action，produces the good sought.

　　你单纯的助人之心每次付诸行动时，几乎都会产生预期的善果。

　　But perhaps the greatest good is the good that you yourself get out of the attempt.

　　但或许最大的善果却是你从自己努力助人的企图中所得到的善果。

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　　Service to others delivers more joy to you than the joy you deliver to them.

　　帮助别人所带给你的快乐要多过你带给别人的快乐。

　　In doing good，you free yourself from the terrible burden of self; you escape from yourself into a clean world of joy and light.

　　行善时，你便摆脱了以自我为本位的可怕重担，而进入一个充满喜悦及光明的清新世界。

　　The good you simply try to do, regardless of the outcome, is always a success inside yourself.

　　你一心想行的善，不论结果如何，在你心中始终就是一种成功。

　　Unselfish giving is your most efficient formula for happiness, for you have embraced Eternity instead of Self;

　　无私的施舍乃是获得快乐最有效的法则，因为你拥抱的是“永恒”而非“自我”;

　　you have felt Life, and you are now the world bigger than you were before you began the project.

精选优美英语美文（第6篇）

　　When you ask children what do they want to be in the future, then they will tell you about their dreams. They want to be the stars, the scientists or they have the other great dreams. It is natural that the children are educated to make a difference when they grow up, it seems that they will be failing if they become ordinary. In my opinion, ordinary is the best. When people make a difference, they must have to make a sacrifice. Take the stars for example. Though they have the fame and money, they don't have much private time, they need to work all the years. But being the ordinary one, we can have the time to enjoy life and do what we want. Ordinary life is the perfect life. We can accompany our families and visit them all the time. It is very precious.

　　如果你问孩子们他们将来想要成为什么，他们会告诉你有关他们将来的梦想。他们想要成为明星，科学家或者他们怀抱着其他伟大的梦想。自然地，孩子们受到这样的教育，当他们长大了，就要与众不同，似乎如果他们变得普通，就是失败的。在我看来，平凡才是的。当人们变得与众不同，他们必须得有所牺牲。就拿明星来说。虽然他们有名有利，但是他们没有太多个人的时间，必须得常年工作。但是成为一名普通人，我们就会有时间来享受生活，随心所欲。平凡的生活才是完美的生活。我们可以陪伴家人，随时看望他们。这是非常宝贵的。

精选优美英语美文（第7篇）

　　When news arrived in November that Beijing was bidding for the 2022 Winter Olympics, many observers in the Chinese capital briefly choked on their tea— or was that the smog?

　　A few years removed from hosting the Summer Olympics, with virtually no winter sports tradition to speak of and bad air that gets worse when the temperatures drop, Chinas capital seemed as likely a choice to host the Winter Games as Dubai or Bankok.

　　Eight months later, the International Olympic Committee has named Beijing, which has proposed hosting the games in conjunction with the nearby city of Zhangjiakou, as one of the three finalists for the bid, along with Oslo in Norway and Kazakhstans Almaty.

　　The 2022 Winter Olympics has become known as the Olympics no one wants to host after a long list of candidates dropped their bids. Stockholm, Munich, two cities in Switzerland, Denver, Krakow and Lviv in Ukraine all pursued the idea of hosting the event to varying degrees but ultimately decided to withdraw themselves from consideration over the past few months— leaving only the three finalists.

　　With the exception of Lviv, which cancelled its bid last week because of continuing political strife in Ukraine, most of the other drop-outs appear to have been frightened away by the specter of this years Winter Games in Sochi, which emptied Russias coffers to the tune of $51 billion and left little of value behind.

精选优美英语美文（第8篇）

　　By the end of the lunar calendar, the supermarket in the city was full of exquisite red lanterns, and all kinds of paper-cut were also displayed on the glass windows, which are the symbols of the year, and also the business cards of the year. I am deeply in taste like a fragile old jars were these symbols and name card suddenly shattered, pouring wine with rich mellow taste ran away.

　　When I was young, I looked forward to the new year. From the twenty-three to the twelfth lunar month lunar, every day seemed to be colorful, exudes the fragrance of sweet thick cotton. In the village the old lady sitting on the futon on the thick teach us singing nursery rhymes: "twenty-three people, officer; twenty-four, twenty-five, and sweep the house; grinding tofu; twenty-six, twenty-seven, Steamed Buns steamed; kill chickens; twenty-eight, paste painting; twenty-nine, to buy wine; thirty years, the first large package dumplings; Juezhaopigu, chaos and bow." This nursery rhyme like Chinese new year we guide people in the village, when the lunar twenty-three eat candy, Jizao God twenty-four of the time, she was busy with a broom to clean the house, twenty-five of the time for the new year to eat tofu, twenty-six when steamed flower, every family Steamed Buns steamed turnip tassel buns...... For thousands of years, the sun has risen to the west along the eternal path, and in the spring of winter, people have followed such a new year for the past year.

　　The twenty-three is the twelfth lunar month small, also called on the people, this day is also my hometown of Lu Wan market day day. The bazaar was crowed with crowds of people. I followed my parents, see the candy seller clamoring to buy candy, see selling firecrackers clamoring to buy firecrackers, see Apple clamoring to buy apple...... My parents agreed and bought me new socks, shoes, hats and clothes, and made me new from head to toe. Parents usually live frugally, pennies. They usually do not buy fruit, do not buy pork, do not buy clothes, and be generous to the new year. When we go home, just like a kangaroo carrying large bags of special purchases for the Spring Festival on the way home, stumbled. My parents are busy in the fields all the year round, and only by the time of the new year they enjoy a few good days. They always give the best to their children.

　　We are a group of crazy kids to sell this shop to buy guns, guns, pull large firecracker fell in my pocket, playing in the Village Lane ran, a gun will readily fall down on the ground, the sound of a sharp crackling sound, scared the general turmoil. We were tired and dug some small pits in the street and played a game of glass balls. So far, I have forgotten the rules of the glass ball game, but remember that I lost the glass ball to the small partner who won the game. When I grew up, I found that there were many mysterious games in the adult world, which were more brutal and deeper than the children's games. If we fail in the game, losing is not the glass ball so not worth mentioning things may be even Months and years pass by. effort, freedom and happiness for all.

　　Our family sat in the kitchen to make dumplings on the afternoon of the thirty day of the year. The mother and the surface, Ganmian skin. A brother. My father and I sat in front of the pot to make dumplings. My brother looked at me and laughed at the dumplings, and said that some of the dumplings I made were like dead fish, some like a fat pig, some like a dumb duck, so ugly. The father took a one - cent coin out of his pocket and wrapped it into the dumplings and said, "whoever eats this dumpling tonight is the most blessed one." When dusk, firecrackers bombed the village as one falls, another rises, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder Cecil strands. The mother wrapped dumplings into the boiling water bubbling in the pot. Father with a shovel and a layer of sand in the yard. The sand is the lunar twenty-five tractors from the village of Sha Gang pull back a little bit, dispersion fresh smell atsumi. I have been puzzling over on the thirty people in the village and a layer of sand. In the yard, probably meaning except new year, blessings and fortunes. I stepped on the fresh and moist sand and picked up a red red firecracker with a bamboo pole. Brother from zaotang took a stick to fire lit firecrackers. After a burst of crackling cannons, the mother has a steaming and smell dumplings filled to a white porcelain bowl. A bowl of pork, pork, cabbage and dumplings are dipped in the old vinegar, which is the annual dinner of our family. After the new year's night dinner, the mother always burned a pot of hot water. One family sat on the bench on the foot into an iron bowl with hot feet, feet side side and laughing. The mother said to wash feet a year on New Year's Eve: evil and evil distress. The new year will add to your happiness and your longevity, peace and prosperity. The mother will also put a few new bills in the pocket of me and my brother. She said that whether adults or children, when the old pocket should be rich, so all the year round does not spend money, we will have a good day off too rich. The past year is more like a ritual of delineation of a good life.

　　We can't be lazy in the morning of the first year of the year. We should get up early and wake up consciously, and parents can't wake us up. When the dawn of the village of firecrackers like thunder. I woke up from the bed, his eyes pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box in her father's door hanging in the mouth, provoked a long firecrackers, with a cigarette igniting firecrackers, then a burst of firecrackers, smoke free, strong smell of gunpowder in the yard diffuse. After breakfast, they go to the family of the elderly in knots with kowtow to pay New Year's call. My friends and I played in a free way, carrying money to the shop for glass balls, bubble gum and firecrackers.

　　Year after year silently past. Years like a buddy, a hand holding a fun toy, another Dianzhe gluttonous delicacy beckons us, loudly, fascinated us. As we grow up, the year looks like we grow up. It turned into a well - mannered teenager from a lively and naughty child and became a deep and stable youth in the years' change. Would not like before and we play firecrackers game, not like before eating food with us, and we will never be the same again with whimsy......

　　I sit on the sofa pondering over the years in taste or. I seem to smell the sweet smell of flower candy, Steamed Buns smell smell, smell the aroma of cooked pork, pork and cabbage dumplings delicious, smell the smell of firecrackers......

精选优美英语美文（第9篇）

　　Living the Ideal Kindness is an ideal that is easily accessible to all of us. We all know that a small kindness can make our journeys lighter and more enjoyable. Even bringing an instance of kindness to mind can put a smile on your face days or weeks later or perhaps even inspire you to share kindness with another. Though it may seem simple to the point of insignificance, many cultures throughout the world and history have recognized kindness as a powerful virtue. It may be the simplest way to experience and share all the grandest ideals of humanity. We can make the choice to act from the best place within ourselves at any time, while simultaneously recognizing the highest potential in another with the smallest of acts, nourishing the seed of hope in each soul we encounter.

　　In a way, kindness acts as the oil that makes the engine of our world move more smoothly and with less friction. We can still get where we are going but the ride is more pleasant, and those around us can share in the ideal world that we help to create. We are all fortunate that kindness is limitless in its supply and available to everyone. When we act in ways that confirm our ideals, we make the ideal our reality. Then, instead of affirming the experience of struggle and competition, we can shift our experience to the reality of ease and pleasurable camaraderie with the fellow citizens of the world.

　　Whether giving way to someone in traffic or letting someone go ahead of us in line, donating money or sharing our homes in a crisis, we actively create a universe of kindness and giving with every choice we make. The smallest gesture can bring a smile to light the shadow of an unpleasant situation or remove tension from a difficult task, but it’s effects can echo and extend far beyond the moment. We can be sure that we will receive a kindness in return, but giving is its own reward. Kindness expands the light within us and reaches out to touch the light in others as well, giving us all a glimpse of the glow that has the power to enlighten our world.

精选优美英语美文（第10篇）

　　It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched, for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life.

　　They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail drivens into the body on the cross of life. The strange thing is that each one who has gone through that bitter disillusionment add to it in his turn,unconsciously, by the power within him which is stronger than himself.

精选优美英语美文（第11篇）

　　我读过《小故事大道理》这本书，曾读到这样一则故事：有一个小男孩和一个小女孩都是孤儿。那女孩生病了要输血，他和妹妹血液相符，小女孩的哥哥宁愿输血帮助他的妹妹。

　　I have read the book "little story and great reason". I have read a story that a little boy and a little girl are orphans. The girl is ill and needs blood transfusion. He and his sister's blood match. The little girl's brother would rather help his sister with blood transfusion.

　　他于是问医生：“我会死吗？”医生说：“你还能活一百年。”男孩说：“我要把一半的血输给妹妹，我要和她都活五十岁。”这就是人生最纯真的一面。

　　He asked the doctor, "will I die?" The doctor said, "you can live another hundred years." The boy said, "I'm going to give half my blood to my sister. I'm going to live 50 years old with her." This is the purest side of life.

　　我要做个善良的人。

　　I want to be a kind person.

精选优美英语美文（第12篇）

　　Every four years, the best athletes from countries around the world come together in the spirit of peace and friendship to compete in the Olympic Games.

　　With the lighting of the Olympic flame the games begin — the Olympic spirit kept alive.

　　That flame has been brought many thousands of miles by relay runners all the way from Olympia, in Western Greece, where the ceremony began 2700 years ago.

　　This simple ceremony, and the lighting of the torch, is the spark that renews the Olympic flame wherever the games are played.

　　The games symbolized the early Greeks’ ideal of man’s unity, their vision of peace, and of human perfection.

　　The Olympic began as a religious ceremony.

　　The First Games in recorded history took place in the year 776 BC.

　　This was the time of the Western Zhou period in China.

　　All the Greek city-states participated.

　　States at war with each other would end hostilities for the duration of the Games.

　　The Olympic motto is universally accepted as “Swifter, Higher, Stronger.”

　　One athlete from the games host country takes an oath at the Opening Ceremony on behalf of all the competing athletes:

　　"In the name of all competitors, I promise that we shall take part in these Olympic games, respecting and abiding by the rules which govern them, in the true spirit of sportsmanship, for the glory of sport and the honor of our teams.”

　　In ancient times, winners were crowned with wreaths of the sacred olive.

　　Their names were proclaimed throughout the Greek city-states.

　　Things have not changed much in this regard.

　　Today, first place winners are awarded gold medals, second place winners, silver, and third place gets the bronze.

　　And, as in ancient times, Olympic stars become internationally famous.

　　Let us hope that this living experience of peace and friendship between all the peoples of the world that began in Olympia, in ancient Greece, will continue for many centuries to come.

精选优美英语美文（第13篇）

　　During the summer vacation, I went to Beijing with my grandparents to participate in the summer camp for the final composition of the cup

　　On the evening of July 13, 20xx, as the "persistence" inspirational speech on the theme of the meeting, Zhang Liyong on its own as an example, around the time, courage, adhere to the "six words, with the language of chastity, introduced us to his own journey from a high of two to drop out of school because of poverty students, from a migrant workers, an ordinary chef, in the belief under the support of a few decades to learn English by self-study, English test, TOEFL 630 points made remarkable achievements, completed a life beyond the story is unforgettable.

　　Zhang Liyong teacher said: "when I am studying, the biggest difficulty is someone laugh at my toad. But I did not flinch when they laughed, but strengthened his self determination. After I learned a long time, I feel pretty good, so I want to move attend self-study exam the idea, in order to realize this dream, I set myself up a study plan"

　　Someone asked him, how do you realize your study plan? Zhang Liyong teacher said: "I am a chef usually to buy food to cook, not the whole time for my study, I will use three meals a day time to study, I make others eat in 15 minutes, I was only 7 minutes the rest of the time, 8 minutes to learn, one day there will be 24 minutes, this time, I have been hiding in the cupboard behind the study, in order not to let others see. Three years of time, I read the Tsinghua University new curriculum materials, reciting English is done in 8 minutes after a meal the Kung Fu, in the university English four class examination, I got the certificate of band four with a score of 637"

　　Mr. Zhang Liyong added: "after a four class certificate, I also have the idea, take TOEFL. People say TOEFL difficult, I think: it is not out of the question to the Americans, but you can persist, never give up!" then he said: "I think the biggest dream is lazy obstacles of courage and perseverance can change their own knowledge, courage, courage is equal to luck. Zhang Liyong said:" diligence and courage + luck + perserverence = success. If you want to be successful you enjoy human suffering and difficulty! Enjoy the difficulty to enjoy suffering, fried and boiled things is not the same as fried will the water blown up self-control ability in their dictionary never fail! I am a chef, I always drink tap water use is to adhere to the brand is seasoning health card pot love love brand monosodium glutamate. In the end I with a score of 630, than the whole students of Tsinghua University 30 points higher than Tsinghua University

　　After listening to teacher Zhang Liyong's report, I took a photo with Zhang Liyong teacher, Zhang Liyong teacher signed for me, and gave me "insist" two words

　　In this lecture, Professor Zhang Liyong stressed three points: 1, in the learning process must have the courage to believe that the strength of courage to do.2, time of the broker, to learn how to arrange their time management.3, to believe that the power of nothingisimpossible, no matter what work, under what kind of environment willing to, as long as there is a progressive heart, keep a progress state, then put their own practical action, want to do, it can be realized in a speech. Zhang Liyong and the passion of our interaction, exchange English learning experience, introduced him to learn English practical their learning method, through their own a few interesting experience explains the importance of English in working life, he used his assiduous self-study to encourage us to learn, to promote learning to change the fate of achievements in life, knowledge is power, Zhang Liyong's learning tenacity and dedication Make me unforgettable all my life!

　　That is Zhang Liyong the teacher's report, let me understand a truth: learning to change the fate of achievements in life, God treats everyone is fair, it will pay for you in a different way of hardship and effort compensation. But God only loves those people unremitting self-improvement, if you don't work hard, no hard work, all the opportunities and you will be missed. If you give up the ideal of life and the pursuit of the value of life, so when the opportunity comes, how can grasp?

　　Zhang Liyong teacher studying diligently, bold spirit deeply shocked my heart, greatly aroused my enthusiasm, I will cherish the time before, usually to reflect on their own shortcomings, Zhang Liyong in such difficult conditions can become, I have no reason not to good reading!

　　I will usher in life again "exam", only in the key moment more diligent efforts, solid learning, in order to have the same miracle as Zhang Liyong teachers!

精选优美英语美文（第14篇）

　　Nobody seemed to care about Mary.She was born in India，where her father was a British official.He was busy with his work，and her mother，who was very beautiful， spent all her time going to parties.So an Indian woman，Kamala，was paid to take care of the little girl.Mary was not a pretty child.She had a thin angry face and thin yellow hair. She was always giving orders to Kamala，who had to obey. Mary never thought of other people， but only of herself.In fact，she was a very selfish，disagreeable，bad-tempered little girl.

　　似乎没有人注意玛丽的存在。玛丽出生在印度，父亲是驻印的英国官员，总是忙着工作，母亲长得非常漂亮，把所有时间都花在参加聚会上。所以，一个名叫卡玛拉的印度女人被雇来照看这个小姑娘。玛丽长得不漂亮，消瘦的脸上总是一副生气的样子，头发稀疏枯黄。她总对卡玛拉发号施令，卡玛拉只好顺从她。她很少想到别人，只顾自己。她确实是一个非常自私，脾气怪戾，很难相处的女孩。

　　One very hot morning，when she was about nine years old， she woke up and saw that instead of Kamala there was a different Indian servant by her bed.

　　在她9岁那年的一个上午，天气很热，她醒来时发现站在床前的不是卡玛拉，而是另外一个印度女仆。

　　‘What are you doing here?’she asked crossly.‘Go away! And send Kamala to me at once!’

　　“你在这儿干什么?”她生气地问。“走开!叫卡玛拉马上到这儿来!”

　　The woman looked afraid.‘I'm sorry，Miss Mary，she— she—she can't come!’

　　那个女人看来很害怕。“对不起，玛丽小姐，她——她——她来不了了!”

　　Something strange was happening that day.Some of the house servants were missing and everybody looked frightened. But nobody told Mary anything，and Kamala still did not come.So at last Mary went out into the garden，and played by herself under a tree.She pretended she was making her own flower garden，and picked large red flowers to push into the ground.All the time she was saying crossly to herself，

　　那天发生了一些很奇怪的事情，房子里的一些仆人不见了，每个人看上去都惊恐异常。可是没有人告诉玛丽任何事情，卡玛拉也始终没来。最后玛丽只好一个人来到花园，在一棵树下玩耍。她假装是在给自己造一座花园，摘来大朵的红花插在土里，一边玩还一边堵气地自言自语。

　　‘I hate Kamala!I'll hit her when she comes back!’

　　“我讨厌卡玛拉!等她回来我要接她一顿!”

　　Just then she saw her mother coming into the garden，with a young Englishman.They did not notice the child，who listened to their conversation.

　　就在这会儿，她看见妈妈和一个年轻的英国人走进花园，玛丽听见了他们的谈话，他们却没注意到她。

　　‘It's very bad，is it?’her mother asked the young man in a worried voice.

　　“很严重，是吗?”妈妈问那个年轻人，声音充满焦虑。

　　‘Very bad，’he answered seriously.‘People are dying like flies.It's dangerous to stay in this town.You should go to the hills，where there's no disease.’

　　“非常严重，”他严肃地说。“人们像苍蝇一样死去，再在城里呆下去太危险了，你得到山里去，那里没有疾玻”

　　‘Oh，I know!’she cried.‘We must leave soon!’

　　“哦，我知道!”她叫道，“我们得马上离开!”

　　Suddenly they heard loud cries coming from the servants’rooms，at the side of the house.

　　突然，他们听到房子侧面用人屋里传来嚎啕大哭的声音。

　　‘What's happened?’cried Mary's mother wildly.

　　“出了什么事?”玛丽的妈妈慌乱地大叫着。

　　‘I think one of your servants has just died.You didn't tell me the disease is here，in your house!’

　　“我看是你的一个用人刚刚死去。你没告诉过我这儿也有疫病，在你的房子里!”

　　‘I didn't know!’she screamed.‘Quick，come with me!’And together they ran into the house.

　　“我根本不知道!”她尖声叫着。“快，跟我来。”他们一同冲进屋去。

　　Now Mary understood what was wrong.The terrible disease had already killed many people in the town，and in all the houses people were dying.In Mary's house it was Kamala who had just died.Later that day three more servants died there.

　　现在玛丽明白是哪儿不对了。可怕的疫病已经夺去了城里很多人的生命，到处都有人在死去。在玛丽家刚刚死去的正是卡玛拉。那天后来又有3个用人死了。

　　All through the night and the next day people ran in and out of the house，shouting and crying.Nobody thought of Mary. She hid in her bedroom，frightened by the strange and terrible sounds that she heard around her.Sometimes she cried and sometimes she slept.

　　整整一夜到第二天，人们跑进跑出，哭着，喊着，谁也没想起玛丽。她躲在卧室里，被周围这些可怕的声音吓坏了，不时地哭着，哭累了就睡上一会儿。

　　When she woke the next day，the house was silent.

　　第二天，当她醒来时，房子里一片寂静。

　　‘Perhaps the disease has gone，’she thought，‘and everybody is well again.I wonder who will take care of me instead of Kamala?Why doesn't someone bring me some food?It's strange the house is so quiet.’

　　“说不定疫病已经过去，人们又和从前一样健康了，”她想着，“谁会接替卡玛拉来照看我呢?为什么家里没人给我送点吃的来，房子里这么静，真是太奇怪了。”

　　But just then she heard men's voices in the hall.

　　就在这时，她听到客厅里男人说话的声音。

　　‘How sad!’ said one.‘That beautiful woman!’

　　“太惨啦!”有人说。“这么漂亮的女人!”

　　‘There was a child too，wasn't there?’said the other.‘Although none of us ever saw her.’

　　“还应该有个孩子的，是不是?”另外一个人说，“尽管我们都没有看见她。”

　　Mary was standing in the middle of her room when they opened the door a few minutes later.The two men jumped back in surprise.

　　几分钟后，他们推开门，玛丽站在房间的中间，两个男人吓得跳了回去。

　　‘My name is Mary Lennox，’she said crossly.‘I was asleep when everyone was ill，and now I'm hungry.’

　　“我叫玛丽·莲诺丝，”她生气地说。“他们生病时我睡着了，现在我很饿。”

　　‘It's the child，the one nobody ever saw!’said the older man to the other.‘They've all forgotten her!’

　　“就是这个孩子，谁都没看见她!”年长一点的男人对另一个说。“他们都把她忘了!”

　　‘Why was I forgotten?’asked Mary angrily.‘Why has nobody come to take care of me?’

　　“为什么把我忘了?”玛丽气呼呼地问。“为什么没人来照看我?”

　　The younger man looked at her very sadly.‘Poor child!’ he said.‘You see，there's nobody left alive in the house.So nobody can come.’

　　年轻一点的男人忧伤地看着她，“可怜的孩子!”他说。“听着，这幢房子里的人全死了，所以没有人能来照看你。”

　　In this strange and sudden way Mary learnt that both her mother and her father had died.The few servants who had not died had run away in the night.No one had remembered little Miss Mary.She was all alone.

　　以这样一种奇异而突然的方式，玛丽得知她的父母已不在人世，活下来的几个用人也趁半夜逃走了。没人想起年幼的玛丽小姐，就只剩下她一个人了。

　　Because she had never known her parents well，she did not miss them at all.She only thought of herself，as she had always done.

　　由于她跟父母并不亲近，也并不想念他们。像以前一样，她只想到了她自己。

　　‘Where will I live?’she wondered.‘I hope I'll stay with people who'll let me do what I want.’

　　“我该住哪儿呢?”她思量着。“我想跟那些让我想干什么就干什么的人在一起。”

　　At first she was taken to an English family who had known her parents.She hated their untidy house and noisy children， and preferred playing by herself in the garden.One day she was playing her favourite game，pretending to make a garden， when one of the children，Basil，offered to help.

　　一开始她被带到一户英国人家，他们认识她的父母。可她讨厌他们凌乱的房间和吵吵闹闹的孩子们，而宁愿一个人在花园里玩。一天，她正玩着最喜欢的造花园游戏，那家的孩子巴兹尔走过来想帮她忙。

　　‘Go away!’cried Mary.‘I don't want your help!’

　　“走开!”玛丽大声喊道，“我才不用你帮忙!”

　　For a moment Basil looked angry，and then he began to laugh He danced round and round Mary，and sang a funny little song about Miss Mary and her stupid flowers.This made Mary very cross indeed.No one had ever laughed at her so unkindly.

　　巴兹尔呆站了一会儿，很生气，可很快又乐开了。他围着玛丽又蹦又跳，一边唱起一支滑稽的有关玛丽小姐和她愚蠢的花儿的歌。这可把玛丽气坏了，还从来没人这么刻薄地嘲笑过她呢!

　　‘You're going home soon，’said Basil.‘And we're all very pleased you're leaving!’

　　“你就快回家了，”巴兹尔说。“我们真高兴你快走了。”

　　‘I'm pleased too，’replied Mary.‘But where's home?’

　　“我也高兴，”玛丽答道。“可回哪儿的家?”

　　‘You're stupid if you don't know that!’laughed Basil. England，of course!You're going to live with your uncle，Mr Archibald Graven.’

　　“你连这都不知道，可真够傻的!”巴兹尔笑道，“当然是英国!你要去跟你舅舅阿奇伯德·克莱文先生住了!”

　　‘I've never heard of him，’said Mary coldly.

　　“我从来没听说过他。”玛丽冷冷地说。

　　‘But I know about him because I heard Father and Mother talking，’said Basil.‘He lives in a big lonely old house，and has no friends，because he's so badtempered.He's got a crooked back，and he's horrid!’

　　“可我知道，我听我爸爸妈妈谈论过他。他住在一幢孤零零的、又大又旧的房子里，一个朋友都没有，因为他脾气太坏了，他还是个驼背，可怕极了!”

　　‘I don't believe you!’cried Mary.But the next day Basil's parents explained that she was going to live with her uncle in Yorkshire，in the north of England.Mary looked bored and cross and said nothing.

　　“我才不信呢!”玛丽大声说。可是第二天，巴兹尔的父母解释说她将要到英格兰北部的约克郡，跟她的舅舅住在一起。玛丽显得又烦躁又恼怒，可什么都没说。

　　After the long sea journey，she was met in London by Mr Craven's housekeeper，Mrs Medlock.Together they travelled north by train.Mrs Medlock was a large woman，with a very red face and bright black eyes.Mary did not like her，but that was not surprising，because she did not usually like people.Mrs Medlock did not like Mary either.

　　轮船在海上航行了很久，克莱文先生的管家梅洛太太到伦敦来接玛丽，带她坐火车去北方。梅洛太太是个高大的女人，红脸膛，长着一双明亮的黑眼睛。玛丽不喜欢她，这也没什么好奇怪的，因为她谁也不喜欢。梅洛太太也不怎么喜欢玛丽。

　　‘What a disagreeable child!’thought the housekeeper.‘But perhaps I should talk to her.’

　　“这孩子可真不讨人喜欢!”管家心里想。“不过也许我能跟她聊聊。”

　　‘I can tell you a bit about your uncle if you like，’she said aloud.‘He lives in a big old house，a long way from anywhere. There are nearly a hundred rooms，but most of them are shut and locked.There's a big park round the house，and all kinds of gardens.Well，what do you think of that?’

　　“要是你愿意，我可以给你讲讲你舅舅的事。”她大声说。“他住在一幢很大的老宅子里，离哪儿都不近。那个宅子差不多有一百个房间，可大部分都是上了锁的。房子周围有一片很大的园林，还有各式的花园。你觉得怎么样?”

　　‘Nothing，’replied Mary.‘It doesn't matter to me.’

　　“不怎么样，”玛丽答道。“跟我一点关系都没有。”

　　Mrs Medlock laughed.‘You're a hard little girl!Well，if you don't care，Mr Craven doesn't either.He never spends time on anyone.He's got a crooked back，you see，and although he's always been rich，he was never really happy until he married.’

　　梅洛太太笑了，“你这个小倔丫头!好啦，如果你不在乎，克莱文先生自然也不在乎。他从不把时间花在任何人身上，他是个驼背，而且，尽管一直都很有钱，在他结婚之前他从来没有真正快乐过。”

　　‘Married?’repeated Mary in surprise.

　　“结婚?”玛丽惊奇地重复道。

　　‘Yes，he married a sweet，pretty girl，and he loved her deeply.So when she died—’

　　“是啊，娶了个温柔美丽的姑娘，他非常非常爱她。所以那姑娘一死——”

　　‘Oh!Did she die?’asked Mary，interested.

　　“哦!她死了吗?”玛丽感兴趣地问道。

　　‘Yes，she did.And now he doesn't care about anybody.If he's at home，he stays in his room and sees nobody.He won't want to see you，so you must stay out of his way and do what you're told.’

　　“是啊，她死了。所以克莱文先生谁也不关心了，他在家的时候就呆在屋子里谁也不见，他不会想见你的，所以你必须躲着他，照别人吩咐你的去做。”

　　Mary stared out of the train window at the grey sky and the rain.She was not looking forward to life at her uncle's house.

　　玛丽望着车窗外灰色的天空和飘落的雨水，对于住在舅舅家的生活没有一丝期盼。

　　The train journey lasted all day，and it was dark when they arrived at the station.Then there was a long drive to get to the house.It was a cold，windy night，and it was raining heavily. After a while Mary began to hear a strange，wild noise.She looked out of the window，but could see nothing except the darkness.

　　火车走了一天，到站时天已经黑了。可离那幢房子还有很远的路，要搭马车才能到。这是一个寒冷的夜晚，风疾雨骤。过了一阵，玛丽听到一种奇怪的狂野的声音，她向窗外看去，可除了黑暗什么都看不见。

　　‘What's that noise?’she asked Mrs Medlock.‘It's—It's not the sea，is it?’

　　“那是什么声音?”她问梅洛太太，“那——那不是海，对么?”

　　‘No，that's the moor.It's the sound the wind makes，blowing across the moor.’

　　“对，那不是海，是荒原的声音，是风吹过荒原时发出的声音。”

　　‘What is a moor?’

　　“荒原是什么?”

　　‘It's just miles and miles of wild land，with no trees or houses.Your uncle's house is right on the edge of the moor.’

　　“就是大片大片的荒地，没有树，也没有房屋，你舅舅家就住在荒原的尽头。”

　　Mary listened to the strange，frightening sound.‘I don't like it，’she thought.‘I don't like it.’She looked more disagreeable than ever.

精选优美英语美文（第15篇）

　　Last week, my friend asked me to visit his hometown with her, she told me that her hometown was very beautiful, so I asked for my parents' permission, they agreed. We decided to stay for a week, leaving home for the first time made me so happy, I was like a bird, flying in the sky, breathing the free air. But when the forth day came, I started to miss my parents, especially when night came, the darkness made me feel lonely, I just wanted to be with my parents. Until then did I realized that home is sweet, my parents were the most adorable persons. It is good to get home for me.

　　上周，我的朋友叫我和她一起去拜访她的家乡，她告诉我她的家乡很美丽，因此我征求了父母的意见，他们同意了。我们决定停留一周，第一次离开家让我很开心，我就像一只鸟儿，在天空中飞翔，呼吸着自由的空气。但是第四天的时候，我开始想念父母，特别是在夜晚来临的时候，黑暗让我觉得孤单，我只是想要和父母呆在一起。直到那时我才意识到家是甜蜜的，我的父母是最可爱的人。回家对于我来说真好。

精选优美英语美文（第16篇）

　　Simplicity is an uprightness of soul that has no reference to self; it is different from sincerity,and itis a still higher virtue. We see many people who are sincere, without being simple; theyonly wish to passfor what they are, and they are unwilling to appear what they are not; theyare always thinking of themselves, measuring their words, and recalling their thoughts, andreviewing their actions, from the fear that they have done too much or too little. These personsare sincere, but they are simple; they are not at ease with others, and others are not at easewith them; they are not free, ingenuous, natural; we prefer people who are less correct, lessperfect, and who are less artificial. This is the decision of man, and it isthe judgment of God,who would not have us so occupied with ourselves, and thus, as it were, always arranging ourfeatures in a mirror.

　　To be wholly occupied with others, never to look within, is the state of blindness of those whoare entirely engrossed by what is present and addressed to their senses; this is the veryreverse of simplicity. To be absorbed in self in whatever engages us, whether we are laboringfor our fellow beings or for God-to bewise in our own eyes reserved, and full of ourselves,troubled at the least thing that disturbs our self-complacency, is the opposite extreme. Thisis false wisdom, which, with all its glory, is but little less absurd than that folly, which pursuesonly pleasure. The one is intoxicated with all it sees around it; theother with all that it imaginesit has within; but it is delirium in both. To be absorbed in the contemplation of our ownminds is really worse than to be engrossed by outward things, because it appears like wisdomand yet is not, we do not think of curing it, we pride ourselves upon it, we prove of it, it givesus an unnatural strength, it is a sort of frenzy, we are not conscious of it, we are dying, andwe think ourselves in health.

　　Simplicity consists in a just medium, in which we are neither too much excited, nor toocomposed. The soulis not carried away by outward things, so that it cannot make all necessaryreflections; neither does it make those continual references to self, that a jealous sense of itsown excellence multiplies to infinity.That freedom of the soul, which looks straight onward inits path, losing no time to reason upon its steps, to study them, or to contemplate those thatit has already taken, is true simplicity.

精选优美英语美文（第17篇）

　　Daddy just didn’t know how to show love. It was Mom who held the family together. He just went to work every day and came home; she’d have a list of sins we’d committed and he’d scold us about them.

　　父亲根本不知道怎样表达爱。把这个家维系在一起的人是妈妈。父亲天天去上班，回家，然后是妈妈向他数落我们所做的一连串错事，父亲再为了这些事把我们骂一顿。

　　Once when I stole a candy bar, he made me take it back and tell the man I stole it and that I’d pay for it. But it was Mom who understood I was just a kid.

　　有一次我偷了一根棒棒糖。父亲硬是要我送回去，还要我告诉卖糖的人是我偷了糖，并说我愿意帮他拆箱开包作为赔偿。但妈妈却理解我，她知道我只不过是个孩子。

　　I broke my leg once on the playground swing and it was Mom who held me in her arms all the way to the hospital. Dad pulled the car right up to the door of the emergency room and when they asked him to move it saying the space was reserved for emergency vehicles, He shouted, “What do you think this is? A tour bus?”

　　再有一次，我在操场荡秋千摔坏了腿，一路抱着我到医院的人是妈妈。父亲将车正好停在急诊室门口。因为那儿是专供急救车停靠的，医院里的人就叫我父亲把车开走。父亲大声吼叫起来：“你以为这是什么车？难道是旅游车吗？”

　　At my birthday parties, Dad always seemed sort of out of place, He just busied himself blowing up balloons, setting up tables, and running errands, it was Mom who carried the cake with the candles on it for me to blow out.

　　在我的生日聚会上，父亲总显得有点不得其所。他不是忙于吹气球，就是摆桌子，或做些跑腿的活儿。将插着蜡烛的生日蛋糕捧进来让我吹灭的人总是妈妈。

　　When I leaf through picture albums, people always ask, “What does your Dad took like?” “Who knows? He was always fiddling around with the camera taking everyone else’s picture. I must have a zillion pictures of Mom and me smiling together.”

　　我随便翻阅相册时，别人总会问“你父亲长什么模样？”这还真说不出。他总是摆弄着相机为别人拍照。我和妈妈在一起微笑的照片一定多得都数不清了。

　　I remember when Mom told him to teach me how to ride a bicycle. I told him not to let it go, but he said it was time. I fell and Mom ran to pick me up, but he waved her off. I was so mad that I showed him, got right back on that bike and rode it myself. He didn’t even feel embarrassed and just smiled.

　　我还记得有一次妈妈叫父亲教我骑自行车。我叫他扶着车子别松手，他却说是时候了。我摔了下来，妈妈跑来扶我，他却挥手让妈妈开走。我真是气得发疯，决心非要让他看看我的本事不可。我马上骑上车，竟能一个人骑了。父亲却一点也不尴尬，只是笑笑。

　　When I went to college, Mom did all the writing. He just sent checks and a little note about how great his lawn looked now that I wasn’t playing football on it.

　　我上大学了，给我的信总是妈妈写的。父亲只知道寄钱，顶多附上一张便条，告诉我他的草坪现在修整得多么好，而如今我却不能在上面踢球。

　　Whenever I called home, he acted like he wanted to talk, but he always said, “I’ll get your mother.”When I got married, it was Mom who cried. He just blew his nose loudly and left the room. All my life he said, “Where are you going? What time are you coming home? No, you cannot go.”

　　每次我打电话回家，父亲总像是有话要说，但结果他总是说“我把***叫来接”。我结婚的时候，妈妈哭了，父亲只是大声打着鼻响，离走出了房间。在我一生中，他总是说：“你去哪儿？你什么时候回家？不，你不能去。”

　　Daddy just didn’t know how to show love, unless…

　　父亲就是不知道怎样表达爱，只会这样……

　　Is it possible he showed it and didn’t recognize it ?

　　父亲向我们表达了爱，难道他只是没有意识到吗？

精选优美英语美文（第18篇）

　　父母说：“我有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名……”

　　孩子说：“我是你们的孩子，我将来会成为一名……”

　　省略号的内容由你决定！教育与经验之间是有区别的。教育就是从阅读文字所得到的，而经验是从不阅读而得到的。看一个故事，你就会明白“伟大的学习来自于教育和经验的结合”。

　　一名青年教师梦见天使出现在他面前，对他说：“你将会有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名世界领袖。你得让她意识到自己的智慧，增长自信心，开发她果断不失细腻，虚心而又坚韧的性格特质，你会如何为她做准备呢？”

　　梦醒时，青年教师一身冷汗。他从没经历过这种事情。照梦中所说的，他现在或将来的学生之中的任何一个人都有可能有成为他梦中听到的那个人物。他准备好了要去帮助他们实现每一个志向吗？他默默想：“既然知道了某一个学生会成为那个人物，那么我的教学方式该怎么改变一下呢？”一步一步地，他已经开始暗自筹划了。

　　这名学生不仅需要有经历，而且需要有人指导。他的教学方式改变了。对他而言，每一个走过他教室的年轻人都有可能成为未来的世界领袖。他看这些学生时，不是看他们曾经是什么样子，而是看他们将来可能成为什么样子。他以一种平和的心态期盼学生发挥最大的潜力。他在教育学生时，仿佛世界的未来完全掌握在他的教导中。

　　多年以后，他所认识的一名女子成为举世瞩目的人物。这时他才悟出，她就是那晚梦中天使所说的那个女孩。只是，她不是他的学生，而是他的女儿。在女儿一生所遇到的老师之中，他是最棒的。

　　我听过这样一句话：“孩子是我们给自己无法预见的某个时间、某个地点所发送出去的活信息。”可这并不仅仅是一则有关一个无名教师的寓言，而是有关你我的寓言——不论我们是为人父母，还是为人师表。而这个故事——我们的故事，其实是这样开始的：

　　“你将有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名……”你来填完这个句子吧，如果不填“世界领袖”，那么“绝世好爸”也行；再要不“优秀教师”？“妙手神医”？“不按常理出牌的问题克星”？“鼓舞人心的艺术家”？或是“慷慨无私的慈善家”？

　　你会在何地、如何遇见这个孩子，那是一个谜。可是，你要相信，一个孩子的将来很有可能就取决于你给他/她所造成的影响；也要相信，孩子会出人头地的。对你来说，任何孩子都是不平凡的，你也因此脱胎换骨。

　　A young school teacher had a dream that an angel appeared to him and said, “You will be given a child who will grow up to become a world leader. How will you prepare her so that she will realize her intelligence, grow in confidence, develop both her assertiveness and sensitivity, be open-minded, yet strong in character？”

　　The young teacher awoke in a cold sweat. It had never occurred to him before——any ONE of his present or future students could be the person described in his dream. Was he preparing them to rise to ANY POSITION to which they may aspire？ He thought, “How might my teaching change if I KNEW that one of my students were this person？” He gradually began to formulate a plan in his mind.

　　This student would need experience as well as instruction. His teaching changed. Every young person who walked through his classroom became, for him, a future world leader. He saw each one, not as they were, but as they could be. He expected the best from his students, yet tempered it with compassion. He taught each one as if the future of the world depended on his instruction.

　　After many years, a woman he knew rose to a position of world prominence. He realized that she must surely have been the girl described in his dream. Only she was not one of his students, but rather his daughter. For of all the various teachers in her life, her father was the best.

　　I’ve heard it said that “Children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.” But this isn’t simply a parable about an unnamed school teacher. It is a parable about you and me——whether or not we are parents or even teachers. And the story, OUR story, actually begins like this:

　　“You will be given a child who will grow up to become…” You finish the sentence. If not a world leader, then a superb father？ An excellent teacher？ A gifted healer？ An innovative problem solver？ An inspiring artist？ A generous philanthropist？

　　Where and how you will encounter this child is a mystery. But believe that one child’s future may depend upon influence only you can provide, and something remarkable will happen. For no young person will ever be ordinary to you again. And you will never be the same.