Every day is a gift from God
What s life? Many people spend all their time searching for the answer.
Life would be a paradise everyone dreams of; Life would be full of happiness and mysteries; Life would be valuable treasure.
But what about the life we re living now?
We spend too reckless, laugh too little , get angry too quickly, stand up too late, getup too tired. We have multiply our possessions, but reduce our values. We talk too much , laugh too little and lie too often. We ve learnt how to make a living, but not a life. We ve added years to life, not life to years.
So we get more and more tired. Even a small failure can break us down. It s time to change our minds.
The rabbis of old put it this way: A man comes to this world with his first clenched, but, when he dies, his hand is open. The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoin us to cling to it many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment.
Hold fast to life, but not so fast that you can t let go. By always chasing after new goals, we re never really appreciating what we already have right now. When I walked in the street one day, the sunlight hit me. Hoe beautiful it was, how warming, how sparking, how brilliant! I looked around to see if anyone else relished the sun s gold glow, but everyone was going to or fro, most with eyes fixed on the ground. The I realize most of us, have been in different to the grandeur of each day, too preoccupied with petty and sometimes even meaningless concerns. At that moment, I came to know life s gifts are precious---but we re too heedless of them.
Surely we must hold fast to life, for it s wonderful and full of beauties. We know that is so, but often we recognize this truth, only in our backward glance when we remember what was, and then realize that is no more.
We remember a beauty that faded, a love that waned. But we remember wiith far great pain that we didn t see that beauty when it flowered, that we fail to respond with love when it was tendered. Don t run through life so fast that you forget not only where you ve been, but also where you re going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be enjoyed slowly each step of the way. Dream what you want to dream, go where you what to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. The happiest of people don t necessarily have the best of everything. They just make the most everything that comes along their ways.
Never too busy for the wonder and the owe of life. Be reverent before each day. Embrace each hour. Seize each golden minute.
Every morning when we open our eyes, we tell ourselves that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath, truly is a gift from gold.
The air we breathe is so freely available that we take it for granted. Yet without it we could not survive more than a few minutes. For the most part, the same air is available to everyone, and everyone needs it. Some people use the air to sustain them while they sit around and feel sorry for themselves. Others breathe in the air and use the energy it provides to make a magnificent life for themselves.
Opportunity is the same way. It is everywhere. Opportunity is so freely available that we take it for granted. Yet opportunity alone is not enough to create success. Opportunity must be seized and acted upon in order to have value. So many people are so anxious to "get in" on a "ground floor opportunity", as if the opportunity will do all the work. That's impossible.
Just as you need air to breathe, you need opportunity to succeed. It takes more than just breathing in the fresh air of opportunity, however. You must make use of that opportunity. That's not up to the opportunity. That's up to you. It doesn't matter what "floor" the opportunity is on. What matters is what you do with it.
Everyone has a family. We live in it and feel very warm. There are three persons in my family, my mother, father and I. We live together very happily and there are many interesting stories about my family.
My father is a hard-working man. He works as a doctor. He always tries his best to help every, patient and make patients comfortable. But sonetimes he works so hard that he can’t remember the date.
My mother is a woman with a bad memory. She always does a lot of housework, but sometimes she makes mistakes out of carelessness. For example, one day, she washed clothes in the washer, after the washer finished the work, she found she hadn’t filled the washer with water.
Now let me tell you a funny thing: one day, father wanted to get up early as usual, buthe wasn’t able to do that, because he hadn’t set the alarm clock the night before, so when he got up, he did everything in a hurry. After father left, mother said to me mysteriously, "He will come back soon." "Why?" I was greatly surprised. "Because today is Sunday, his holiday!" Just as mother said, father came back home soon, and went to bed again--he was too tired.
You see, what an interesting family have! I hope that you will have one like mine, too.
New Year Party
On New Year’s Eve, our class had a party. The atmosphere was good. It was out of the ordinary from the very begining. The boy student from one bedroom gave an unusual performance. We saw a boy named Li Xinmin turn off all the lights in a sudden snap. Then with three resounding crow of a cock echoing in the hall, the hall was again brightly lit in a snap.
Then, the representative of the bedroom Zhu Guozhang asked us to guess a line of a poem related to the above situation. He added that Li Xinmin alone was born in the year of the dog and the other three were all born in the year of the chicken. They left us all in confusion. And it was our monitor who was quickwitted. He shouted our, "The day breaks as the cock crows three times at dawn." The hall After that, they had another item. This time Li Xinmin was placed in the middle of the circle. While he was standing there, the other three stood around him, each bowing down to him at an angle of 120 degrees. It was an idiom. This time I got it right:"The dog stands out among a group of chickens."
Then we all sang and played games until it was eleven o’clock at night. The old man on night watch came to turn off the lights. We had to tear ourselves away from the party.
From this activity, I discovered that many of our classmates are really talented singers.