請老外幫忙的10大經典英語句子

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請老外幫忙的10大經典英語句子

　　1.Could you help me with my English ?

請老外幫忙的10大經典英語句子

　　你能幫助我學英語嗎?

　　2.Could you speak a little more slowly ?

　　你可以說慢一點嗎?

　　3.How do you pronounce this word ?

　　這個單詞怎么發音?

　　4.How do you say this in English ?

　　這個用英語怎么說?

　　5.Please be frank with me about my English .You can be straightforward with me .I won’t be offended .

　　請實話告訴我,我的英語怎么樣.你可以直說,我不會生氣的.

　　6.Can you read this sentence for me ?

　　你能把這個句子給我讀一下嗎?

　　7.Could you give me some advice on my pronunciation?

　　聽我讀一讀這些句子,好嗎?

　　8.Can you give me some advice on my pronunciation?

　　你能就我的發音提一些建議嗎?

　　9.Please correct my mistakes when I speak to you .

　　我跟你說話的時候請糾正我的錯誤

　　10. Do you have any advice for learning English ?

　　你對學英語有什么建議嗎?

　　我與英語有個"誤會"

　　(1)

　　1、Could you keep this close to you vest? This is between you and me.

　　[誤]把這個貼身存放嗎？它在你我之間。

　　[正]謹慎小心些好嗎？這是我們之間的秘密。

　　2、Come on,Jane,shake a leg,or you are going to be late.

　　[誤]抖抖腿，簡，否則你就要遲到了。

　　[正]快點，簡，要不你就遲到了。

　　3、Just take a look at the bottom line.

　　[誤]就看一下底線好了。

　　[正]就看一下結果好了。

　　4、My uncle is the black sheep in our family.

　　[誤]叔叔是我們家的黑綿羊。

　　[正]叔叔是我們家的敗家子。

　　5、Everything is coming up roses.

　　[誤]所有的東西出來以后都變成了玫瑰花。

　　[正]一切都很順利。

　　6、Play it by ear.

　　[誤]玩耳朵。

　　[正]見機行事。

　　7、Foot the bill.

　　[誤]踩到帳單上了。

　　[正]結帳。

　　8、Excuse me ,but nature calls.

　　[誤]不好意思，自然叫我。

　　[正]不好意思，我要去一下洗手間。

　　(2)

　　1、My English teacher is a bug about music.

　　[誤]我的英語老師是一只音樂方面的臭蟲。

　　[正]我的英語老師是一個音樂迷。

　　2、Many students have ants in their pants before an examination.

　　[誤]考試前夕，許多學生褲子里有螞蟻。

　　[正]考試前夕，許多學生緊張不安。

　　3、No peace-loving people like war hawks.

　　[誤]愛好和平的人都不喜歡戰爭之鷹。

　　[正]愛好和平的人都不喜歡好點分子。

　　4、We are ten miles from the town as the crow flies.

　　[誤]如果像烏鴉那樣飛，我們離城里只有十英里了。

　　[正]我們離城里的直線距離只有十英里了。

　　5、My neighbor has an ostrich-stomach.

　　[誤]我的鄰居有一個鴕鳥胃。

　　[正]我鄰居的消化功能特別強。

　　6、He is a good driver,but as a farmer,he is just a babe in the woods.

　　[誤]他開車技術不錯，但是在務農方面只是個樹林里的孩子。

　　[正]他雖然車技不錯，但在務農方面只是個生手。

　　(3)

　　1They have a fat chance.

　　[誤]他們的機會很大。

　　[正]他們的機會不大。

　　2Mike is in hot water----he failed in the final exam.

　　[誤]邁克現在在熱水里----他期末考試沒有及格。

　　[正]邁克現在可是難辦了----他期末考試沒有及格。

　　3That excuse simply doesn't hold water.

　　[誤]那個借口不能盛水。

　　[正]那個借口站不住腳。

　　4Tony failed nearly all his exams,but now the shoe is on the other foot----he passes themall.

　　[誤]托尼過去考試總不及格，但是現在他把鞋穿到了另一只腳上----于是他考試全部通過了。

　　[正]托尼過去考試總不及格，但是現在情況正好相反----他考試全部通過了。

　　5To work hand in glove.

　　[誤]戴著手套工作。

　　[正]密切合作。

　　6That businessman is in the red recently.

　　[誤]那個商人最近紅光滿面。

　　[正]那個商人最近虧本了。

　　(4)

　　1、Everybody has his Achilles'heel,so you should not expect him to be perfect.

　　[誤]每個人都有自己的阿喀琉斯后跟，你不能指望他十全十美。

　　[正]每個人都有自己的弱點，你不能指望他十全十美。

　　[說明]Achilles'heel源自《荷馬史詩》，阿喀琉斯是冥河女神之子，女神在他年幼時就把他浸入斯提克斯冥河中，以使他刀槍不入。可是被母親抓住的腳踵因為沒有接觸到水而成為英雄身上唯一會受傷的地方。特洛伊戰爭之始，阿喀琉斯成為無人能敵的英雄。但敵人很快發現了他的致命弱點，一箭射中腳后跟，結束了他的生命。因此阿喀琉斯腳后跟成為“唯一弱點”和“致命弱點”的代名詞。

　　2、If our team fails to score this time,we will have another goose egg.

　　[誤]如果這次我們的球隊還是無法得分，我們就要再得一個鵝蛋了。

　　[正]如果這次我們的球隊還是無法得分我們就要再得一個零分了。

　　3、That old dog next door finally kicked the bucket yesterday.

　　[誤]隔壁鄰居家的那條老狗昨天最終還是踢了桶。

　　[正]隔壁鄰居家的那條老狗昨天最終還是死了。

　　4、My father is the only breadwinner in my family.

　　[誤]我父親是我們家唯一贏得面包的人。

　　[正]我父親是我們家唯一賺錢養家的人。

　　Fistful happiness 幸福在握

　　Right now she is 1）seated so close to me that I can feel her breath on my skin. In this blood 2）freezing winter, I can't 3）resist longer against her heat-pumping eyes. She is 4）glaring at me for quite some time now and I am burning in the warmth of her 5）intentions. I might have melted by now but a cold yet 6）sober reflection has kept me from 7）dissolving into 8）weakness.

　　After losing the glare 9）offensive, the five soldiers of her hand started 10）creeping towards me. These soldieries were not 11）communists any more, if they were, they would have 12）snatched me by now. I can feel the 13）vibration, caused by the creeping of her hand, falling into my bones. Although her hand is yet to touch mine; the 14）oscillation of that 15）heart-soothing near future has made my hand to frustratingly wont for a 16）passionate 17）hug of that 18）slender-finger neighbor.

　　I desire to 19）alter the coldness of my hands with the coolness of hers and it is not impossible. There is no one else breathing in this little 20）hut of a bus stop and our hearts are 21）anxiously excited to listen to each other's beats.

　　But far away, in the deep 22）hollows of my past, there is another heart, which has 23）imprisoned my intentions. That heart has lived in my chest for years and I can't 24）ignore it.

　　It is Mia's heart. My wife's heart.

　　25）Trembling winter. Lonely afternoon. 26）Muddy clouds. Some 27）melancholic 28）rays 29）peeping through those dusty 30）cornflakes in the sky. Death 31）faced skyscrapers. A road polluted with 32）clumsy vehicles. Countless 33）worn-out faces rolling on the road. Silently breathing hearts. Eyes fed up with 34）monotony. 35）Venomous minds. 36）Incarcerated souls and 37）frail bodies carrying the burden of 38）forced freedom——

　　This is Moscow.

　　I was born here and I grew up here, under the dark daylight of the red sun. This red sun was there for everyone, whether one needed it or not. It was everywhere, in your house, your bedroom, your entire life and even in your thoughts. It never set anyone free. So many 39）juvenile faces, 40）novel ideas and 41）enthralling dreams were burnt to ashes in this sun. Nothing could evade the red sun, not even the night.

　　I was also a part of this system. Who am I? Well, my introduction remains in 42）constant use of millions of people in this world; "I am common man." And along with all those millions of common men, I lived in this system where we labored our lives. Carrying the burden of 43）compulsive freedom on our shoulders, we were 44）transferred from youth to old age, and from old age to 45）demise. At numerous occasions death separated the youth from old age. Our minds, our thoughts had so unfeelingly become a part of all this. Days, dates, years, all meaningless. Our 46）time scale was the amount of work done by us. How many shoes made, how many drugs packed, how many radios 47）loaded, how many abuses 48）assimilated. We were all 49）inebriated. The dream of change was buried in the grave of our stomachs. And yet, in such a 50）suppressive conditions, an 51）eccentric thing happened; instead of my mind, my heart 52）revolted. In this 53）atmosphere of 54）belligerence and 55）hatred, my heart 56）opted for tolerance and love.

　　She was beautiful; and full of life. She was 57）strenuously breathing in this 58）suffocating air. She had a smile dancing on her lips that would me smile. She had eyes where I could see my dreams. She had voice that would disquiet my heartbeat. But most of all, she had feet that were 59）treading towards me. 60）Heavenly romantic. She was eager to 61）step into my life, I don't know why. I had nothing to give to her.

　　An aged room stuck into countless other lifeless rooms of a 62）rotten building. 63）Staring monotony. 64）Intoxicated silence. 65）Deceased air. Resentful walls. A wounded window. A colorless curtain waging a lost war against the firing snowflakes. A screaming, yelling wall clock. A 66）repulsive towel. A pile of 67）deformed 68）suite-cases. A 69）withered umbrella hanging on the hook. A clumsy picture making faces at me. A 70）paralyzed bed. A tired pair of shoes 71）sneaking from underneath the bed. A shelf 72）sheltering a sorrowful row of ancient 73）crockery. A faint effort of the 74）bulb to lit up the room. A 75）solitary chair sentenced a life imprisonment in these walls Nothing.

　　However, I had learnt to love. She taught me how to. I could fill her with love; touching her eyes with mine, plowing my fingers in her hair, whispering my laughter in her ears. She would spread her tiny little complains with her head on my shoulder. We would aimlessly talk while walking on a deserted road in a 76)tranquil evening. I would sing her songs in my 77)gauche voice and she would 78)disperse her 79)melodious laughter in the air. I had planned everything. And along with this, I had also saved enough money to fulfill many of her not innocent wishes.

　　And then, on a 80)glistening day, she stepped into my world and became my world. There were just eighteen guests participating in our wedding. Ten of them were my factory worker friends; six of Mia's friends and two were our combined, uniformed best wishers. Yes, the 81)KGB. We had no one to call 'ours' but these few. After a short and simple ceremony, our friends departed us joking and laughing, while the KGB guests bid us farewell staring and glaring. They wanted to see us off to our bedroom door, I am sure. But I was not bothered by anything any more. I had found Mia. She was full of life. She 82)pervaded me with it.

　　I didn't buy her a wedding gift. I couldn't find anything deserved by her. So I decided to ask her.

　　" Mia! I know you must be expecting a gift from me on our wedding night. I hate to disappoint you but the fact is that I couldn't buy you a gift. Not because I didn't have enough money or that I couldn't remember but because I couldn't find something as 83)gorgeous as you are. Everything looked dull compared to you. So I thought I better ask you. I'll get you whatever you want."

　　"You'll get me whatever I ask you to?"

　　"Yes" I whispered with 84)certainty.

　　"No matter how expensive, how difficult?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Then listen. You don't get tired of me. This will be your gift."

　　"What you mean?"

　　"I don't know why am I thinking this, but you get tired of looking at me every day. Or when I get old and would cease to be beautiful, would you leave me, not even look at me?"

　　"No, it won't happen. I'll never get tired of looking at you every day. And when you get old, so would I. And you'll always be beautiful in my eyes." "Promise?"

　　"Yes promise."

　　At that moment, she looked to me like a little girl. In a stormy night, afraid of lightning and 85)thunderbolt, hiding in a corner, scared and trembling little girl. I assured her there was nothing to be afraid of. Storms, lightning, darkness, nothing could hurt her.

　　"I am with you, all around you."

　　She turned my room into a home. I suggested of buying a little house but she insisted on living in that room until two of us turn into three. And I agreed with her. In this little home of one room, we lived very close to each other, without any distance. You must be thinking how and for how long could two people living in such a small 86)accommodation tolerate each other. Believe you me; Mia and monotony are the names of two firmly and utterly opposite things. Mia is simply 87)astounding. Every day she would put such a thought in front of me that I would be bewildered. She would ask questions that would leave me speechless. She would make such childish requests that the entire building would resound with my laughter. One night, she was sitting in the chair sewing a button on one of my shirts and I was lying 88)sideways on the bed reading a book. When suddenly, she put the shirt on the chair and lied down behind me the same way as I was. Placing her face right beside mine, our cheeks caressing, she held the book from where I was holding it.

　　"What is this?"

　　"Nothing. Just!"

　　"Just what? I am reading dear."

　　"Then read, whose stopping you?"

　　"But what's this all about?"

　　"I 89)wanna read this book too."

　　"Then read it when I am finished with it."

　　"No, I wanna see how it feels the way you read it."

　　And I was lost.

　　She was an expert on unexpectedly starting a mind twisting conversation. While experiencing silence or right in the middle of a chat, she would abruptly ask 90)outlandish questions.

　　"Are you happy?"

　　And I, 91)perplexed, could only utter, "What you mean?"

　　"I mean, are you happy living with me?"

　　"That's a stupid question. And anyway I should be asking this question because I am the one who 92)proposed you."

　　"Then why don't you ask?"

　　"What, should I ask it every day now?"

　　"No, but at least once in a while."

　　"All right honey, tell me, are you happy living with me?"

　　"A lot !"

　　And I was 93)flabbergasted.

　　One day when I came back from work, she invaded me with a question as soon as I appeared from the door.

　　"Why don't you 94)twist my ear?"

　　"Are you crazy, you think I am mad or something? Why would I ever do that?"

　　"Well, last night while picking up the dishes from the table, I broke a plate and you said nothing to me."

　　"And you want me to twist your ear on such a petty little thing?"

　　"At least you could chide me."

　　"Ok, my fault. Next time I will."

　　"Then do it."

　　"What!"

　　"I broke another cup today."

　　"That's ok, I'll get a new one tomorrow."

　　"So you are not going to chide me?"

　　"No way, not on this one."

　　"Then what am I supposed to do to make you chide me?"

　　"But why do you want me to chide you?"

　　"Because then you'll say sorry to me."

　　And laughter burst out of my stomach.

　　I could easily tell my friends that I have married a riddle. But it wasn't her; it was the system and the atmosphere in which we lived. In such a 95)breath-hindering air, she was not only living alive but was keeping me alive as well. She had kept alive that precious feeling of love that had died in us. To remain alive in such a breathless air, she needed me and I desired her. That's why I never got tired of her strange acts. I couldn't leave her alone. If I had left her alone, I would have become alone as well.

　　Then one day, this system left me no option but to hate it and stand up in revolt against it. Mia was pregnant. She was facing a 96)delivery situation. I rented a car to take her to hospital. We were both delighted. Everything looked fresh and new again. I hadn't yet reached the main road when two policemen stopped me. They told me that I couldn't go ahead. On my humble inquiry they told me that a member of the 97)Politburo was to travel through this road so the passage was closed for general public. I informed them of my irresistible compulsion but they were earless. Justice is deaf in our part of the world. In response to my pleads, however, they had mercy on me enough to guide me to an alternate passage yet at the same time informed me that the road was under construction.

　　I considered it a blessing and turned the vehicle towards the alternative.

　　That road was like highway to hell, full of 98)ditches. I was trying my best to drive carefully so that Mia doesn't get hurt, but it was all in vain. All those 99)bumps and jumps and Mia was in sheer pain. I would look at the road for one moment and would turn to Mia the next. I was continuously 100)consoling her but I knew words would do no good. I never felt so much helpless in my life and I hated all this helplessness. I don't want to go through all that misery again by stating the pains waged on Mia. All I can tell you is that this dreadful journey had a terrible ending. I couldn't become a father and Mia, after hanging in balance between life and death, was deprived of ever becoming a mother again.

　　I entered the hospital room that was mourning the death of my dreams. Mia looked at me and tears sneaked through her eyes. In a torn voice, she started apologizing to me.

　　"I am sorry dear, you can't be a father?

　　I put my fingers on her lips.

　　"No, don't say sorry. Its stupid. Rather I should thank you."

　　"Why?" her eyes asked. "Because you have come back."

　　A soft smile appeared in her eyes. She wanted to say something but I stopped her. And then I kept on combing her hair with my fingers until she went to sleep.

　　If this system was some person, I would have killed it by now. It tortured me, refrained me from living a life of my own, but I never cared because I don't care about myself much. I don't care who does what to me. But Mia, these people harmed Mia and I care about her. I care about her more than anything in this world. I forgot every injustice ever done to me but I could never forgive the tyranny inflicted upon Mia.

　　That's where I revolted against this red system. After taking the first step of revolt, I felt that numerous people were waiting for that first step. I only remained alone till the first step and then I was 101)thronged with myself, the common man. We 102)ejected the fear out of people's hearts. The 103)lava of emotions was given way and it melted that system to ashes. The country that had stretched the largest darkness on earth had lost its spell. The people living under the red sun found freedom; a freedom of their own.

　　The red sun had set.

　　During this revolution I couldn't pay much attention to Mia. I had to hide in different places to avoid KGB. When I would go home with a break of few days, I found Mia waiting for me as if she knew the time of my coming home. She had become very weak. There were dark shades around her eyes. Her cheeks started losing their freshness. Bones started to peep through her round wrists. The shine in her eyes seemed to have gone quite some distance. And her smile was left on her lips only as a job. In spite of all this, she was still my Mia.

　　Once, when I came home after some days, I found a completely different Mia. A sad Mia. I could never see her sad.

　　"Mia, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?"

　　"No, I am ok." "Then why you look so sad, so withered?"

　　"No, you are mistaken. I am just tired, nothing else."

　　"Are you happy?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Then why don't you look happy?"

　　"I am happy, how else should I look?"

　　"No, I don't see that joy on your face. I want to see your face full of life and happiness."

　　"I am happy", she said tiredly. But I couldn't leave her like this. "Tell me, what should I do to bring those smiles back again, to make your soul happy."

　　"You really want me to tell you?"

　　"Yes, tell me. I'll bring whatever you want."

　　"No, I don't desire a 104)purchasable thing. All I want is, I want to stand right in front of you so close that we feel our breaths hitting our faces, our hearts listen to each other's beats, our eyes play together, your whispers vibrate my body, and I, taking your hands into mine, 105)thrusting our fingers together, taking a deep breath, would scream so loud that all the tiredness inside me, all the sadness vanishes in the air."

　　I knew the answer to her wish but I couldn't say what I should have.

　　"Mia, I understand your pain but I have 106)obligations. I have to be careful. The path that I have opted for, either leads to freedom or death. But believe me, we will be free soon. We will through this blood-polluted system out of our lives for ever and then good times will come."

　　I took off again to my destination. I knew after that incident Mia was very upset but I was doing all this for her, wasn't I?

　　When the red sun was set, a bright new sun rose at us with a shining light. Its sunlight wasn't red. It didn't pinch. It shone to give us relief and warmth. But with the passage of time this sun also started throwing its hot spears at us. Its light only proved to be a "sparkling darkness", which attracted us but failed to comfort us.

　　This system wasn't flawless either. The government of the people couldn't do good to the people itself. There might have been a change of system, but for us, the common men, it only brought "another government". Too much freedom didn't bring us too much prosperity. It became more and more difficult to make both ends meet. I lost my job and I would wander like a dog in search of work. Mia got sick because of 107)malnutrition. I would come home late in the night and would get out early in the morning. We were running our lives somehow. There wasn't much of a conversation between Mia and I. Perhaps there wasn't anything left to talk about.

　　And then in such compellingly disappointing conditions I found Tina. Even under these conditions she was full of life, breathing with all the energy. She wasn't very beautiful but she was definitely very attractive. So it was natural for me to take interest in her but what surprised me was that she attracted to me as well. I met her with reference of finding a job. She gave me the job and her company. I don't know why, even though she was married.

　　This job was better. I was being paid well. She would take me to places every day, for cinema, coffee or sometimes for nothing. Her husband worked in another city. It was her second marriage. She got divorced by her first husband; or she divorced him would be even more correct. She didn't recall her present husband in good words either. Quite often she would reveal upon me the dark sides of her husband's personality and I just listened silently. In the mean time, Mia kept on getting farther and farther away from me. She never asked me where I would stay all night, where I work all day, where I got the money from. She kept on doing house chores, quietly. May be her words were out of stock or may be she forgot how to talk. But I couldn't feel all this. And even if I did, I suppressed the very thought of it in the graveyard of my heart where my love was sleeping. I was too busy spending the time with my boss.

　　With the passage of time, Tina's conversations turned into passionate whispers. And I kept on drowning into the sea of her talking lips. I never tried to swim, resist or take control of myself. I left all of me on the waves of emotional mistakes, no matter where they take me. And today, she is ready to swim me away. She is sitting very close to me. She tries to touch my hand with hers but I hesitate and put my hand in my lap.

　　"Give me your hand, I want to mix it with mine."

　　I lost my strength for a moment, but then the very next moment a 108)well-acquainted voice resounded from the 109)unfathomable 110)vacant of my heart. Mia's voice. She asked me for such a favor once, but how innocently, not so professionally like her. Mia asked it for the comfort of her soul and her heart Should I sacrifice Mia's 111)sincerity over Tina's 112)outwardly attraction? Should I forget all those innumerable moments spent with Mia for the sake of temporary pleasure? Should I betray Mia's blind folded trust for a selfish wish of mine? No. Never.

　　I am running towards my home. On a 113)distorted road, my feet are getting 114)shaky but not my heart. I have nothing to give to Mia. My pockets are almost empty. But my heart is filled with love. I will give Mia the pleasure. A pleasure that would reflect on her face. I will get her back her long lost shining eyes, her smiles, her vigor, her innocence, her childish mischief, everything.

　　I enter the house. Mia is busy washing clothes. I grab her from her shoulders and make her stand right in front of me so close that we feel our breaths hitting our faces, our hearts listen to each other's beats, or eyes play with together, and I, taking her hands into mine, thrust our fingers together.

　　At this moment with a loud scream, our entire tiredness and our sadness has vanished into the air.

　　[英語散文]-美麗人生

　　There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart.

　　It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor of words, the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. The hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a feverish one. In some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one's truth and its attainment more important than life itself. In other lives, though, the search for what is truthful gives life.

　　I used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies and about the writer's thoughts on the daily scriptural readings. The person who penned the notes would add reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and loved. The notes fascinated me. Here was someone immersed in a search for truth and beauty. Words had been treasured, words that were beautiful. And I felt as if the words somehow delighted in being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as yet anonymous writer of the notes. And now this person was in turn learning the secret of sharing them. Beauty so shines when given away. The only truth that exists is, in that sense, free.

　　It was a long time before I met the author of the notes.

　　One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was "the woman who said she left all the notes." When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face.

　　We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.

　　As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.

　　We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.

　　I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply.

　　Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.

　　How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care--maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.

　　The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they befriended her, and showed her what is real.

　　美麗人生

　　她有著一種與外表無關的靈氣和美麗。她的話語輕而易舉地征服了人心，她正是我們要聆聽的聲音。

　　很多人都說人生的真諦是個未知的概念。言詞的費力詮釋、藝術的著力表現還有人類那似乎永無休止的紛繁思考，三者都苦苦追尋人生的真諦。希望走近以至完全把握存在的真意可以令人十分狂熱。有時候，有些人以自己篤信的真理為志趣，追尋真理甚于保全生命，于是就有舍生取義之舉。然而，也有另外的一種人生，他們在尋求真諦的過程中灌溉生命。

　　過去，我常常在教堂的心意籃里面發現一些優美的小短文，有些是關于我的布道，有些是作者日常讀《圣經》的感想。寫這些短文的人不僅對我的一些觀點加以反思，同時還會引用一些他/她曾經讀過的，令他/她難忘又喜愛的詩人或者神秘主義者的話。我給這些短文迷住了。我看到了一個執著于追尋真與美的人。其珍而重之的字句，優美動人。我還感覺到好像那些字句也樂于讓我們發現，它們是那么毫無保留地，慷慨地為這無名氏作者借用，而現在輪到這位無名氏來學習與人分享這些美文的奧秘。分享令美愈加閃耀生輝，在這個意義上說，其實世上唯一的真理是分毫不費的。

　　過了很久我才見到這些短文的作者。

　　一個星期天早上，我被告知有人正在辦公室等我。幫我應門的年輕人說“是個女人，說留言是她放的。”看見她的時候我大吃一驚，因為我馬上就認出她是我的教區信徒，只是我一直不知道那些短文是她寫的。她坐在辦公室的一張椅子上，兩手相扣擱在大腿上，低垂著頭。在抬頭看我的時候，她微笑起來卻十分費勁。那是一張破了相的臉，外科手術使她的臉皮繃得緊緊的，笑對她來說也是很困難的。為了去除臉上礙眼的肉瘤她接受了手術治療，這令她吃盡苦頭。

　　那個星期天早上我們聊了一會兒，并決定那個星期再找個時間一起吃頓午飯。

　　后來我們不止吃了一頓午飯，而是好幾頓。每次一起吃飯的時候她都戴著帽子。我想可能是她接受的某種治療使她掉了不少頭發。我們分享了各自生活中的點點滴滴。我跟她講我讀書和成長的故事。她告訴我她在一家保險公司里已經工作多年了。她從來沒有提過自己的家庭，我也沒有問。

　　我們還談到大家都讀過的作家作品，不難發現她非常喜歡看書。

　　這些年我經常想起她，在這個以外表、地位和財富等虛名浮利掛帥的社會中她是怎樣一路挺過來的呢？毀掉的容顏使她怎么也無法變得耀眼迷人。我知道這深深地刺痛著她。

　　如果她長得漂亮，她的生命軌跡會不會有所不同呢？有可能。不過她有種獨特的靈氣和美，與外表完全無關。她的話輕而易舉地征服了人心，她正是我們要聆聽的聲音。她的雋語出于一顆受過傷卻充滿愛的心，就像所有人的心一樣，只不過她比別人更注重對自己心靈的關注、用心去體會生活并從中學習。她擁有一種細膩的美感。她生命里唯一的恐懼就是失去朋友。

　　我們究竟要花多長時間才能達到如此高度的成熟？能否最終達到還是個未知數呢。我們老覺得身心疲憊，懷才不遇，只顧為眼前的不足憂心忡忡，卻忘了珍視一些歷久常新的東西。友誼珍貴而美好，只需我們用心呵護，有時候簡簡單單的表示就已經足夠了，譬如偶爾寫幾句話給朋友，或者在籃子里投入一些優美動人的字條，以期大家都能分享，記住美妙的時刻、美好的感覺。

　　她生命的真諦就是要透過事物的表面一睹其真正的本質。她發現了美和上帝的慈愛，而美和慈愛也待她如友，把生命的真諦呈現給她。

　　(視聽英語)它們是直接從美國帶來的（笑話）

　　They are directly from America

　　它們是直接從美國帶來的

　　Not long after an old Chinese woman came back to China from her visit to her daughter in the States, she went to a city bank to deposit the US dollars her daughter gave her. At the bank counter, the clerk checked each note carefully to see if the money was real. It made the old lady out of patience. At last she could not hold any more, uttering. "Trust me, Sir, and trust the money. They are real US dollars. They are directly from America."

　　一位中國老太太去美國看望女兒回來不久，到一家市銀行存女兒給她的美元。在銀行柜臺，銀行職員認真檢查了每一張鈔票，看是否有假。這種做法讓老婦人很不耐煩，最后她實在忍不住說：“相信我，先生，也請你相信這些鈔票。這些都是真正的美元，它們都是直接從美國帶來的。”

　　十二星座本周運勢 06或06或05 {{云深之家}}

　　teresa1981，謝謝你上次第一個來支持我！鞠個躬先

　　江上余者，你狠的！！！！！

　　不停地頂啊，頂啊！你這么頂法，我還非發不可了。唉！當樓主當到這個份上,還真是可憐呢

　　Baby_Bear，我這里以前立的規矩是有20個回帖，下周就再發。

　　廢話少說，開張了！

　　ARIES (Mar. 21- April 20)

　　You are best to work at home if you can. You should sit down with someone you trust and work out a budget that will enable you to save a little extra. Don't let your personal dilemmas interfere with your goals. Now is a good time to ask for favors. Your lucky day this week will be Monday.

　　白羊：盡可能在家工作；合理地安排預算，可以為你節省不少花銷；處理問題不要猶豫不決，以免影響目標的完成。這周還是詢求幫助的最好時機。幸運日是星期一。

　　TAURUS (Apr. 21 - May 21)

　　You may find yourself in the midst of a pretty good deal. Organize your day well if you wish to accomplish all you set out to do. Entertainment should include sports events or physical activities. Attend trade shows that will allow you to look at new products. Your lucky day this week will be Friday.

　　金牛：一頓豐盛可口的晚餐正等著你去享用。要想完成計定的目標，一定要提前做好組織工作。體育運動和身體鍛煉會是不錯的休閑方式。你還可以參加商品發布會，了解最新產品的動向。幸運日是星期五。

　　GEMINI (May 22 - June 21)

　　Disharmony in your relationship may cause minor ailments. Do not get involved in joint financial ventures. Your disciplined attention to jobs will enhance your position. Don't be afraid to pursue unfamiliar grounds. Your lucky day this week will be Tuesday.

　　雙子：家庭關系不和協可能會引起些小麻煩。避免涉足合伙性質的金融行業；工作上的嚴格自律有利于穩固已有的位置。幸運日是星期二。

　　CANCER (June 22 - July 22)

　　Career changes may not be your choice right now, but in the long run they will be to your advantage. Be prepared to overcome frustrations and obstacles at work. Curb the impulse to make lavish purchases and maybe spend some time with good friends. Family get-togethers will be interesting. Your lucky day this week will be Tuesday.

　　巨蟹：跳槽不是你目前的最好選擇，不過從長遠來看，它勢必對你有利；做好準備，迎接工作中的困難和挑戰；同時注意抑制自己的購物欲望，以免過度浪費；可以多花些時間和朋友在一起，多搞搞家庭聚會也是很有意思的事哦。幸運日是星期二。

　　LEO (July 23 - Aug. 22)

　　Try not to use emotional blackmail; it will only make matters worse. You will be relentless when it comes to getting yourself back into shape. Stress coupled with diet will add to stomach problems. Enjoy a quiet dinner for two and discuss some of the plans you have for the future. Your lucky day this week will be Friday.

　　獅子：違心的情感只會讓事情變得更糟；壓力過大，加上飲食不當會加重你的胃病。一邊和愛人靜靜地享用晚餐，一邊商討未來的計劃會讓你感覺是很享受的事。幸運日是星期五。

　　VIRGO (Aug. 23 - Sept. 23)

　　Money problems will get worse if your partner hasn't been playing by the rules. Take time to catch up on overdue correspondence. You may have the opportunity to get involved in some interesting conversations. Your ideas will be well received. Your lucky day this week will be Tuesday.

　　處女：如果你的合伙人不按規矩辦事，財務問題只會雪上加霜；花時間來處理逾期的信函也是必要的。有機會參與一些有趣的談話，你的意見很有可能因此而被采納。幸運日是星期二。

　　LIBRA (Sept. 24 - Oct. 23)

　　You can develop your creative talents if you take the time to practice your art. You need to be active and spend time with friends you enjoy. Your dynamic, determined approach will win favors as well as a helping hand. Your lover may not understand your needs so you must figure out a way to communicate them. Your lucky day this week will be Saturday.

　　天秤：倘若肯下工夫，你的藝術天賦將會被進一步挖掘。多和朋友在一起，開朗、堅定的你會贏得他們的支持和幫助。找出和愛人溝通的最好方式以便得到他的理解。幸運日是星期六。

　　SCORPIO (Oct. 24 - Nov. 22)

　　You can accomplish a lot if you direct your thoughts toward starting your own small business on the side. Keep your mind on your work and stay away from situations that could ruin your reputation. Your persuasive nature will win the heart of someone you've had your eye on. Be sure that you have all the facts before you take action. Your lucky day this week will be Friday.

　　天蝎：自己的小營生里只要很好地體現了你的想法，就已經成功了一半。把精力放在工作上，而不是那些只會破壞你聲譽的事上。憑借三寸不爛之舌，很容易就能虜走芳心。切記三思而后行。幸運日是星期五。

　　SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 23 - Dec. 21)

　　Don't count your chickens before they hatch. Relatives may not be telling you the whole truth about a family situation. Don't put your professional reputation on the line. You should channel your efforts into getting rid of bad habits.Your lucky day this week will be Friday.

　　射手：一切事情不要想當然。切莫拿自己的好名聲開玩笑，想盡一切辦法改掉壞習慣。幸運日是星期五。

　　CAPRICORN (Dec. 22 - Jan. 20)

　　An older member of the family may need assistance. Be careful when dealing with female members of your family. Don't get intimately involved with a coworker. Help elders get their personal papers in order. Your lucky day this week will be Wednesday.

　　摩羯：家里的某個長輩可能需要幫忙。在處理和女性家庭成員的關系上，要謹慎小心，另外，不要和同事走得太近。幸運日是星期三。

　　AQUARIUS (Jan. 21 - Feb. 19)

　　Underhandedness regarding legal matters or contracts must be counteracted. Difficulties with your mate may lead to estrangement. Use your energy wisely. You can pick up some overtime this week. Your lucky day this week will be Tuesday.

　　水瓶：官司或是合同糾紛問題一定可以迎刃而解；而與愛人的關系則因某些問題變得疏遠。此外，這周還要經常加班哦！幸運日是星期二。

　　PISCES (Feb. 20 - Mar. 20)

　　You may want to take a serious look at your goals and objectives. Don't let your health suffer because of worry. Talk to someone you trust. Make sure to arrange in advance to spend quality time together. Older family members may try to make demands that are impossible for you to handle. Your lucky day this week will be Wednesday.

　　雙魚：想認真考慮一下自己的目標和計劃，即便如此，也不要因過度操心而影響了健康哦！找值得依賴的朋友多聊聊，確保提前做好充分準備。對長輩提出的一些要求，你卻無能為力。幸運日是星期三。

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