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Dr.Papaderos, what is the meaning of life?” December 28, 2009
“I tried to find all the pieces and put them together, but it was not possible, so I kept only the largest piece. This one, and, by scratching it on a stone, I made it round. I began to play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun would never shine—in deep holes and crevices and dark closets. It became a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places I could find.
“I kept the little mirror, and, as I went about my growing up, I would take it out in idle moments and continue the challenge of the game. As I became a man, I grew to understand that this was not just a child’s game but a metaphor for what I might do with my life. I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of light. But light—truth, understanding, knowledge—is there, and it will shine in many dark places only if I reflect it.
“I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know. Nevertheless, with what I have I can reflect light into the dark places of this world—into the black places in the hearts of men—and change some things in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life.”
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow my mother will come and see me. I am so happy that I went to shopping this afernoon. I had never seen my mother for a long time. She will get here in tomorrow morning, then we will have a dinner together. After that we will go to some places for playing. I was too glad to wait tomorrow coming. If sleeping can make time go faster I will go to sleep as soon as I can.
Waiting for the Breeze December 27, 2009
Grandma sees me thrashing, “if you just watch for the breeze,” she says, “you’ll cool off and fall asleep.” She cranks up the Vanetian Blinds. I stare at the filmy white curtain, willing it to flutter. Lying still and waiting, I suddenly notice that life outside the window, the bug chorus. Neighbours, porch-sitting late, speaking in hazy words with sanded edges that soothe me.
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“Mom, did you heat that?” my seven-year-old blurts, “I think it was an owl family.”
“Probably.” I tell him, “Just keep listening!”
Without the droning air-conditioner, the house is oddly peaceful, and the unfiltered noise seems close enough to touch. I hope I’m awake tonight that the first breeze sneaks in.
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I want to fly
Looking at the bule sky, I dazed for a long time. If god allowed me to be a angel, I want to fly in the sky. I have been wishing that I can have a pair of angel wings, white, you can fly in the blue sky. I know it still be a dream. A dream when I put on white princess dress, a pair of angel wings and flying in the sky.
What Is the Secret of Success
What Is the Secret of SuccessI think the secret of success is working hard and hard. In my opine that only working hard that you can get success. Belisd the hard working I think careful is the other side of the way to get succsee. Some one had said that detail decides success or failure. Only be more carefully and pay more cares on details that you can get success.
An Identity of One’s Own December 26, 2009
In the eternal universe, every human being has a one-off chance to live. His existence is unique and irretrievable. Fame, wealth and knowledge are merely worldly possessions that are within the reach of any body strving for them. But your experience of and feelings about life are your own, and not to be shared. No one can live your life over again after your death. A full awareness of this will point out to you that the most important thing in your existence is your distincitive individuality or something special of yours. What really counts is not your worldly success, but your peculiar insight into the meaning of life and your commitment to it which add luster to your personality. 转载自http://www.chinaenglish.com.cn/html/c61/2009-12/37222.html
About myself
I am a girl, a girl who is dreaming in the night and living in the day. I only do what I can do, say what I can say. i am a girl who dearms to be more beautiful. I am too commonplace to be a great person. The only thing I want to do is making enough money for me to live here. It must better to have some time to reading and writing.
About story
I love reading. Especial the story. When I was a little girl I love the story about the prince and the princess. After I had grown up, I knew I would’b a princess. At that time I thoght I had lost my dream. It was too young for me to understand the difference between the srory and the truth. I would not believe that a prince would get colse to me.
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Bad news
What a bad news my mother told me in the phone that she can not come tomorrow. This news made me so disappointed. I want go back home so hardly. If I can do no exams I can go home as soon as I can. But I can not do that. I miss my mother so hard. Although she said she would sent money to me, I still wished her that her can came and see me.