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经典英文朗诵篇 篇1
The 50-Percent Theory of Life
I believe in the 50-percent theory. Half the time things are better than normal; the other half, they re wor. I believe life is a pendulum swing. It takes time and experience to understand what normal is, and that gives me the perspective to deal with the surpris of the future.
Let’s benchmark the parameters: yes, I will die. I’ve dealt with the deaths of both parents, a best friend, a beloved boss and cherished pets. Some of the deaths have been violent, before my eyes, or slow and agonizing. Bad stuff, and it belongs at the bottom of the scale.
Then there are tho high points: romance and marriage to the right person; having a child and doing tho Dad things like coaching my son’s baball team, paddling around the creek in the boat while he’s swimming with the dogs, discovering his compassion so deep it
祝福朋友的句子manifests even in his kindness to snails, his imagination so vivid he builds a spaceship from a scattered pile of Legos.
But there is a vast meadow of life in the middle, where the bad and the good flip-flop acrobatically. This is what convinces me to believe in the 50-percent theory.
One spring I planted corn too early in a bottomland so flood-prone that neighbors laughed. I felt chagrined at the wasted effort. Summer turned brutal---the worst heat wave and drought in my lifetime. The air-conditioned died; the well went dry; the marriage ended; the lost; the money gone. I was living lyrics from a country tune---music I loathed. Only a surging Kansas City Royals team buoyed my spirits.
Looking back on that horrible summer, I soon understood that all succeeding good things merely offt the bad. Wor than normal wouldn’t last long. I am owed and savor the halcyon times. The reinvigorate me for the next nasty surpri and offer assurance that can thrive. The 50-percent theory even helps me e hope beyond my Royals’ recent slump, a field of struggling rookies sown so that some year soon we can reap an October
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For that on blistering summer, the ground moisture was just right, planting early allowed pollination before heat withered the tops, and the lack of rain spared the standing corn from floods. That winter my crib overflowed with corn---fat, healthy three-to-a-stalk ears filled with kernels from heel to tip---while my neighbors’ fields yielded only brown, empty husks.
鸭血的家常做法Although plantings past may have fallen below the 50-percent expectation, and they probably will again in the future, I am still sustained by the crop that flourishes during the drought.请回答1988评价
经典英文散文朗诵篇 篇2
Ambition
It is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition. It would probably be a kinder world: with out demands, without abrasions, without disappointments. People would have time f
or reflection. Such work as they did would not be for themlves but for the collectivity. Competition would never enter in. conflict would be eliminated, tension become a thing of the past. The stress of creation would be at an end. Art would no longer be troubling, but purely celebratory in its functions. Longevity would be incread, for fewer people would die of heart attack or stroke caud by tumultuous endeavor. Anxiety would be extinct. Time would stretch on and on, with ambition long departed from the human heart.
Ah, how unrelieved boring life would be!
There is a strong view that holds that success is a myth, and ambition therefore a sham. Does this mean that success does not really exist? That achievement is at bottom empty? That the efforts of men and women are of no significance alongside the force of movements and events now not all success, obviously, is worth esteeming, nor all ambition worth cultivating. Which are and which are not is something one soon enough learns on one’s own. But even the most cynical cretly admit that success exists; that achievement counts for a great deal; and that the true myth is that the actions of men and
women are uless. To believe otherwi is to take on a point of view that is likely to be deranging. It is, in its implications, to remove all motives for competence, interest in attainment, and regard for posterity.
We do not choo to be born. We do not choo our parents. We do not choo our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choo to die; nor do we choo the time or conditions of our death. But within all this realm of choicelessness, we do choo how we shall live: courageously or in cowardice, honorably or dishonorably, with purpo or in drift. We decide what is important and what is trivial in life. We decide that what makes us significant is either what we do or what we refu to do. But no matter how indifferent the univer may be to our choices and decisions, the choices and decisions are ours to make. We decide. We choo. And as we decide and choo, so are our lives formed. In the end, forming our own destiny is what ambition is about.
