高考英语——心灵鸡汤
2023届高三英语二轮复习学案 名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 All the Good Things
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 All the Good Things班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选All the Good Things话而惩罚该生。
但Mark每一次都有礼貌地感谢老师。
一次偶然的机会，为了鼓舞学生士气，作者让学生在纸上写下彼此的优点。
多年后，在Mark的葬礼上，作者意外发现Mark及其他的学生都保存了当年的那张纸。
那一刻，作者痛哭欲绝。
A kind word is like a spring day.——Russian Proverb He was in the third-grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but MarkEklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasionalmischievousness delightful.Mark also talked incessantly. I tried to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was the sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. “Thank you for correcting me, Sister!” I didn’t know what to make of it at first but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often. I made a novice-teacher’s mistake. I looked at Mark and said, “If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!”It wasn’t 10 seconds later when Chuck blurted out, “Mark is talking again.”I hadn’t asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened the drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark’s desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room.As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The entire class cheered as I walked back to Ma rk’s desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, “Thank you for correctingme, Sister.”At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the “new math,” he did not talk as much in ninth grade.One Friday things just didn’t feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were growing frustrated with themselves — and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, but as the students left the room, each one handed me their paper. Chuck smiled. Mark said, “Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend.”That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Some of them ran two pages. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” I heard whispered. “I never knew that meant anything to anyone!” “I didn’t know others liked me so much!”No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I had returned from a vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked the usual questions about the trip: How the weather was, my experiences in general. There was a slight lull in the conversation.Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, “Dad?”My father cleared his throat. “The Eklunds called last night,” he began.“Really?” I said. “I haven’t heard from them for several years. I wonder how Mark is.”Dad responded quietly. “Mark was killed in Vietnam,” he said. “The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend.” To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you could talk to me.The church was packed with Mark’s friends. Chuck’s sister sang “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Why did it have to ra in on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as a pallbearer came up to me. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. “Mark talked about you a lot,” he said.After the funeral most of Ma rk’s former classmates headed to Chuck’s farmhouse for lunch. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. “They found this on Mark when he was killed. W e thought you might recognize it.”Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all th e good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him. “Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”Mark’s classmates started to gather around us. Chuck smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.” John’s wife said, “John asked me to put his in our wedding album.” “I have mine, too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary.” Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said without batting an eyelash. “I think we all saved our lists.”That’s when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.- Helen P. Mrosla【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
高三英语二轮复习学案-名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选：An Impromptu Dance at Dusk
高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选An Impromptu Dance at Dusk（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________【文章梗概】在某日的黄昏，儿子邀请我与他共舞。
一开始想要拒绝，但被Rosemary的诗中表达的关于人生的遗憾所影响，我答应了儿子的请求并坚持遵从他在舞蹈时所提出的要求。
同时，儿子向我表达的爱令我深受感动。
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.Charles R. SwindollEngrossed at the computer, I was typing some very impassioned poetry written by my eighty-two-year-old neighbor, Rosemary. My six-year-old son, Jake, ran up to me. “Mom, let’s do something fun together. Now! C’mon!”Deeply engrossed in the stories of Rosemary’s unfulfilled dreams and missed opportunities, I was ready to reply, “Jake, we’ll do something in a little bit. I want to work a little longer.” Instead, Rosemary’s words haunted me, carrying new meaning in my own life. I thought of her sad laments. The wisdom of her years spoke to me, and I decided the poems could wait. My son could not.“What would you like to do?” I asked, thinking of the new library books we could read together.“Let’s dance,” he replied.“Dance?” I asked.“Yes, just you and me . . . pleeeeez; I’ll be right back,” he said as he dashed out of the room. He returned a few moments later with his hair a bit wet and combed over to the side, a shy smile and his black, flowing Batman-turned-into-Prince-Jake cape over his shoulders. He pulled me off my chair and led me upstairs.The blinds were up and the descending sun was casting shadows against the picturesque night sky. Jake led me to the middle of his braided wool rug and then turned on the radio. “There Mom. I found us some rock and roll.” He took my hand, and we danced, twisted, turned and twirled. We giggled and laughed and danced some more.My side aching, I told him I needed a rest. Ever so seriously he responded, “Mom, let me put something romantic on now.” He found a beautiful slow song, bowed, and then took my hand as we began to slow dance together. His head was at my waist, but our feet kept rhythmic time.“Mom,” he said a moment later as he looked up at me, “can you get down on your knees and dance with me so we can look at each other’s face while we dance?” I almost responded with why I wouldn’t be able to comply with his ridiculous request. Instead, captured by the moment, I laughed, dropped down on my knees, and my little man led me in a dance I will always cherish.Jake looked deep into my eyes and claimed, “You’re my darling, Mom. I’ll always love you forever and ever.” I thought of the few short years I had left before an obvious list of my faults would replace Jake’s little-boy idolization. Of course, he would still love me—but his eyes would lose some of the innocence and reverence they now revealed.“Mommy,” he said. “We’ll always be together. Even when one of us dies, we’ll always be together in our hearts.”“Yes, we will, Jake. We’ll always be together no matter what,” I whispered as I wiped a silenttear.Dusk quietly settled in as this Mom and her Little Prince danced together, ever so slowly, cheek to cheek . . . and heart to heart.【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
高考英语外刊阅读及模拟强化训练：心灵鸡汤——如何停止愤怒(学生版)
How to Stop Being Angry?如何停止愤怒距离高考还有一段时间，不少有经验的老师都会提醒考生，愈是临近高考，能否咬紧牙关、学会自我调节，态度是否主动积极，安排是否科学合理，能不能保持良好的心态、以饱满的情绪迎接挑战，其效果往往大不一样。
以下是本人从事10多年教学经验总结出的以下学习资料，希望可以帮助大家提高答题的正确率，希望对你有所帮助，有志者事竟成！养成良好的答题习惯，是决定高考英语成败的决定性因素之一。
做题前，要认真阅读题目要求、题干和选项，并对答案内容作出合理预测;答题时，切忌跟着感觉走，最好按照题目序号来做，不会的或存在疑问的，要做好标记，要善于发现，找到题目的题眼所在，规范答题，书写工整;答题完毕时，要认真检查，查漏补缺，纠正错误。
总之，在最后的复习阶段，学生们不要加大练习量。
在这个时候，学生要尽快找到适合自己的答题方式，最重要的是以平常心去面对考试。
英语最后的复习要树立信心，考试的时候遇到难题要想“别人也难”，遇到容易的则要想“细心审题”。
越到最后，考生越要回归基础，单词最好再梳理一遍，这样有利于提高阅读理解的效率。
另附高考复习方法和考前30天冲刺复习方法。
原汁原味外刊阅读及模拟强化训练Anger is the mostdestructive emotion. When youare in a temper, you make hastyill-considered decisions that youwill probably regret. You will alsoregret reckless language spokenwithout thought. Anger willdominate your thoughts and your actions. You can spend a lot of time and energy feeling angry or aggrieved. Often anger is partnered by hate, another destructive emotion.Anger arrives quickly, in response to an event, action, or perceived insult. By contrast, anger is slow to pass. You might feel long-burning anger that saps your spirit, destroys all your good intentions, and causes you to become an unpleasant person. You will cease to be an optimist, and will lose your sunny, go-getting nature.What can be done to control anger and prevent it from ruining our lives? How to stop being angry? Here are five ways that you can combat the causes of anger.Firstly, you need to change your attitude to the way the world works. You have to accept that sometimes things do go wrong and that people are not always lovely. The actions of other people can be a significant cause of anger.Try to accept that other people do behave in ways that will make you both frustrated and angry. Often, there might be an excellent reason why a person acted in a way that you found unacceptable.Realizing that no-one is perfect is a good start to avoiding getting angry. Also, you need to accept that not everyone has the same standards as you, nor will they behave in the same way that you would in a given situation. This applies to work, day-to-day life, and relationships.When you are in a position of authority, and you give instructions that are not followed, instead of getting angry, look for the reason why. It may be that the person will need further读后强化训练I. 单句语法填空1. American English is (significant) different from British English.2. A (灵活的) retirement age is being considered by Ministers to unify men's and women's pension rights.3. It stands to reason that if you are (考虑周到的) and friendly to people you will get a lot more back.4. Severe damage witnessed the (destruct) force of the storm.5. First we need (identify) actual and potential problems.II.阅读理解1. What do we know about anger according to the article?A. The emergence of anger has a long process.B. Anger cannot be eliminated.C. Anger can have a great impact on your behavior.D. Anger is followed by hatred.2. Which of the following is not a way to control anger?A. Change your attitude to everything in the world.B. Don't take anger as a bad mood.C. Try to find ways to control anger.D. Don't use relaxed forms when angry.3. What is the author's attitude towards anger?A. Contradictory.B. Opposed.C. Conservative.D. Indifferent.词汇积累Ⅰ. 核心词汇1. destructive adj. 破坏(或毁灭)性的2. significant adj. 重要的，有重大意义的3. authority n. 权威；权力4. flexible adj. 灵活的5. identify v. 识别；鉴定；确认6.considerate adj. 考虑周到的；体谅的Ⅱ. 核心短语1. in response to 作为回应2. by contrast 相比之下3. fight against 与…作战4. is beneficial to 有益于5. deal with 处理6.i n conclusion 总而言之Ш. 拓展词汇1. reckless adj. 鲁莽的2. sap n. 液，汁3. mentor n. 导师；顾问4. adrenalin n. 肾上腺素金句赏析1.You might feel long-burning anger that saps your spirit, destroys all your good intentions, and causes you to become an unpleasant person.【句意】你可能会感到长期燃烧的愤怒，这会侵蚀你的精神，破坏你的所有美好愿望，并导致你成为一个不愉快的人。
2025届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选APocketFullofQuarters
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A Pocket Full of Quarters 班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A Pocket Full of Quarters嘉奖她一枚25分的硬币。
六周的治疗结束时，她已经收获的一口袋25分的硬币。
当作者想知道她要用零钱买什么玩具时，小女孩却说她要为奶奶买样东西。
Searra, an eight-year-old brain tumor patient, was a “regular” in the Radiation Oncology Department, much like the other patients who came to the cancer center everyday for a five-or six-week period. With my office located near the main entrance, I could hear Searra, also called CC, coming from a distance.Sure enough, she popped her head in every morning around 10:00 A.M. to say “hi” or, more important, to check out the toys and coloring materials I had stashed in my office. Several steps behind, CC’s grandmother, also called Mommie, since she served as her guardian, would trail in as she tried keeping up with CC’s anxious pace.CC was not the least bit interested in hearing more about her cancer or her hair loss. When she walked into the department, it was time to socialize with the staff, who became her instant friends, and to see what kind of masterpiece she could color for Mommie before she was called back for her treatment.I was taken aback by the love CC had for Mommie. Whenever I asked her about home life, school work or how she was feeling, every response referred to her time spent with Mommie, the funny stories they shared and how much she loved her. On numerous occasions, CC made it clear that Mommie was the center of her world.When CC was first treated with radiation therapy, the therapists told her that they would give her a quarter each day if she promised to keep her head still on the treatment table. Certainly, after six weeks of therapy, she had a pocketful of quarters! So on the last day, the therapists wanted to know what big toy she was going to buy with all her change. CC replied, “Oh, I am not going to buy a toy.I am going to buy something for Mommie because of all the nice things she does for me.”CC’s sincerity, unselfishness, warmth and loyalty to Mommie taught me about what is really important in life. She constantly showed that loving others with truecommitment is the best gift you can give another—whether a family member or a friend. Certainly, CC has an excuse to complain or be angry at the world for a childhood totally different from the other children’s in her third-grade class. I have never heard her complain about her bald head, swollen face and body (as a result of the steroids), or low energy level, which keeps her from playing outside. CC continues to live her life the way she chooses, and that includes giving of herself to make the world a better place for others, especially Mommie.CC reminds me to not take those people I love for granted and to look beyond the superficiality that is often found in day-to-day living. I am reminded to be more thankful for what I have today and to not dwell on what is behind me or what lies ahead. CC, just like many other cancer patients, is a true example that we aren’t always dealt the perfect hand, so we have to make the best of what we have today.Anne C. Washburn【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2025届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选AtFaceValue
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 At Face Value班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选At Face Value指定地方看了全部的狗，都没有发觉梦里的那只狗。
就在我快要离开的时候，无意中发觉了它，却被告知已经被别人收养。
后来那家人把那只狗送给了我。
小狗两岁时，我患上癫痫。
About five years ago I had a recurring dream. The message was clear and precise, directing me to go to a specific shelter and adopt a particular dog. It was obvious from the dream that I would know the dog by something unusual about its face. But when I woke up, I could never recall what the unique facial feature was. I could only remember it was important for identifying the right dog.I was very curious and felt compelled to follow the instructions in the dream. So early one Saturday morning, I went to the specified shelter to check the available canine adoptees. After looking carefully at all the dogs, I was disappointed that not one dog had anything unusual about its face. There were lots of cute puppies and just as many appealing older dogs, but I didn’t feel a connection to any of them.On my way out of the shelter, I noticed a box of puppies just outside of view from the main area. My attention was drawn to one puppy in particular, and I decided to take a closer look. The one puppy appeared to have no fur on his face, while the rest of the litter were all black with spots of white. I was worried about the strange-looking pup, and hoped he hadn’t been injured. The puppies were a mix of black Lab and Chesapeake Bay retriever, called Chesapeake Labs. Each pup was named after a type of pasta. The one who had captured my interest was Fettuccine. On closer inspection, I realized he did have fur on his face, but it was a very odd shade of gray that made it look like skin. Satisfied that he was okay, I turned to leave the shelter.And then it hit me: The face—it’s the dog with the unusual face! Immediately, I returned to the puppy and picked him up. As I lifted him from the box, his large and clumsy paws reached over my shoulders to cling tightly to my back. We bonded instantly, and I knew we belonged together. I could not leave without him, so I headedfor the adoption desk. In that short amount of time, the gray-faced pup had wrapped his paws around my heart.Meeting with the adoption counselor, I was informed that a family had already selected him. There was, however, still a slight chance since the family had not made their final decision. They were choosing between Fettuccine, the gray-faced pup, and his littermate, a female named Penne. I decided to wait for their decision.I hung around outside, watching the door. After an anxiety-filled hour, I saw the family leaving the shelter carrying Fettuccine. I began to cry inside. Then I realized a member of the family, the mother, was walking straight toward me. They knew I was awaiting their decision, and I was prepared for the worst. My heart pounded and I stood frozen in place as she approached. For a moment she didn’t say a word or give any indication of her decision, then, with a broad grin, she said, “Here’s yo ur dog.”I was speechless as grateful tears gushed from my eyes. I hugged the puppy to me and again felt those big front paws securely hugging my back. Although I was thankful to have him then, I didn’t know how thankful I would be later.I took the gray-faced pup home and named him Dominic, keeping Fettuccine as his middle name. From the start, he was not at all a typical, rambunctious puppy. He was very calm, serious and didn’t play much. However, he was obedient, intelligent and very attentive. We lived happily together, and as Dom grew into a healthy, robust dog, he became my valued companion.When Dominic was two years old, I was diagnosed with a seizure disorder. I was having full-blown grand mal seizures as well as milder petit mal types. These seizures caused me to collapse into unconsciousness. Upon awakening, I would always find Domon top of me. At first I was not at all happy to have a ninety-pound dog lying on top of me, until I came to realize he was preventing me from hurting myself by restricting my thrashing movements.During mild seizures, Dom stood rock solid, so I could hold onto his front legs until the seizure passed. He was also helpful after a seizure. As I began to regain consciousness, I was aware of his “voice.” Focusing on his barkin g became a means to bring me back to full consciousness. I soon came to rely on Dom to warn me before a seizure would take hold, and we’d work through it together, each of us knowing what we had to do till the crisis passed. Dom was my four-legged medical assistant.During my worst period, I had five grand mal seizures a day. They came without warning, but the force of the seizures and the physical injuries I received were minimized when the vigilant Dom sprang into action. Dominic, the puppy I was led to in a dream, turned out to be a natural-born seizure-assistance dog—a one-in-a-million pup with astounding instincts.For about a year I had seizures every day, then they gradually started to subside.I am now well, and seizure-free. Dom has returned to his previous daily doggy activities, though still watchful of me and ready to be of assistance. He finds ways to help out around the house—and I indulge his sense of duty, since that is what he lives for.Some heroes wear a uniform or a badge; my hero wears fur.Linda Saraco【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
2023届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选ATenthofaMile
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A Tenth of a Mile班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A Tenth of a Mile【文章梗概】因为不良的饮食习惯和生活习惯，我体重超重，但我并不想改变。
在居家颓废生活的日子里，我偶然浏览到旧时的小伙伴胖子已瘦很多。
第二天，在女友的鼓励下，我从改变饮食入手，到在小区周围散步和走路，再到定跑1/10公里的小目标。
我在放弃和坚持间抉择，一点一滴的进步着。
我终于在一周之内完成了既定目标，增强了运动的信心。
ck bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. ~J.K.RowlingAll my life, I have been overweight. Many factors have played into that simple fact. Poor eating habits and a picky appetite left me eating bulk amounts of the least nutritious foods. A larger interest in video games thansports left little desire for participating in school activities. Mostly, it was the lack of desire to better myself.Losing my job made matters worse than they ever were as a kid. With plenty of money in my bank account, I decided to coast for a while. Why not enjoy the break? Naturally, my car decided to spring an oil leak a week later. Though still operable, it was in my best interest not to drive here and there.This resulted in my already-deep depression getting even worse. I lounged around my apartment, barely moving. Having my own money meant I could have whatever I wanted for dinner. Often, I ended up ordering pizza. The calories racked up fast. Since I had no scale, I can only guess what the overall damage was.The turning point came from an odd place. One night, scrolling through Facebook, I found a picture of an old school friend. Obesity was no stranger to him back in the day. Weighing well more than me, I imagined he would never change.So imagine my surprise when I saw that he had shrunk to half the size I remembered.I started my process of bettering myself the next day. Getting groceries from the store was step one. Thanks to my girlfriend, my food palate had expanded ever so slightly. A $30 bill for somewhat healthier meals that lasted a week bested $20 deliveries every day. The next step — which I dreaded most — was exercise.I started slow. Running was not on my agenda for a while. I began with walks around the neighborhood, circling the shortest block I could find. Even that was taxing at first. Don’t get me started on the proper regimen I went through next. Push-ups, lunges and squats, oh my!My body ached, and nothing excited me more than the prospect of quitting. My girlfriend’s encouragement was my only deterrent.Then, it happened. My walks eventually expanded to several blocks’ worth. On the fifth day of my fitness binge, I stared far down the road, probably a tenth of a mile in length. That might sound short to some, but back then it might as well have been an ocean wide.“Way too far to run,” I told myself. The rare bursts beyond simple walking had lasted mere seconds. But, in the back of my mind, another voice spoke.It said, “I can do this.”My feet took off without a second thought. Right away, familiar burning pulsed through them, all the way up my legs. Passing parked cars and houses alike, a similar pain throbbed in my lungs. I was desperate for air. Silly me had forgotten my water at home. Nothing was going to help me but stopping. It would have been so simple to stop.“I can do this,” I croaked aloud, sounding like a dying man.My body disagreed. Less than halfway to the end of the street, I started wavering. Running turned to jogging, which turned to a halfhearted trot. It must have been quite a sight for the neighbors. I bet they thought the same thing I did: I should quit.“I can do this,” I said instead.Embellishment might sell this story a little sweeter, but I won’t lie. By the end, I came up a little short. Thirty feet or so divided me from my goal. I thought myself a fool. Clearly, I was never going to make it. But when I looked back, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The distance seemed farther then, after almost crossing it all. After months of doing nothing but sitting and eating, I had almost achieved my desire in less than a week.I’d call it breathtaking, but you can blame th e running on that.Ignoring the agony, I walked home and performed my workout. I must have lain down for hours after my shower. Yet, throughout it all, my smile never faded. By morning, I was ready to take on the challenge again. And, to my surprise, I surpassedit. I blazed through the stop sign and rounded the corner, not halting until I returned to my apartment.My physical and mental health improved hand-in-hand. The farther I pushed myself, the better I felt. It’s been a month now. While I haven’t comp letely escaped thoughts of giving up, they’re quieter now. Quieter than the voice that urged me forward, a voice I scarcely recognized as my own.“I can do this.”【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
高考励志语录英语110句
高考励志语录英语110句高考励志语录英语1、Keep trying no matter how hard it seems t will get easier 坚持不懈，难也变易。
2、Wisdom in the mind is better than money in the hand 脑中有知识，胜过手中有金钱。
3、Self-distrust is the cause of most of our failures 我们绝大多数的失败都是因为缺乏自信之故。
4、By reading we enrich the mind; by conversation we polish it 读书可以使我门的思想充实，谈话使其更臻完美。
5、Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness 与其诅咒黑暗，不如燃起蜡烛。
6、Four short words sum up what has lifted most successful individuals above the crowd: a little bit more 成功的秘诀就是四个简单的字：多一点点。
7、Difficult circumstances serve as a textbook of life for people 困难坎坷是人们的生活教科书。
8、To an optimist every change is a change for the better 对于乐观者总是越变越好。
9、Never underestimate your power to change yourself! 永远不要低估你改变自我的能力!10、Difficult circumstances serve as a textbook oflife for people 困难坎坷是人们的生活教科书。
11、True mastery of any skill takes a lifetime 对任何技能的掌握都需要一生的刻苦操练。
2025届高三英语二轮复习学案名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选TheCodeoftheRoad
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 The Code of the Road班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选The Code of the Road人道理——父亲曾经帮一位路人换轮胎而不求回报，只求自己的妻女遇到困难时也能得到同样的帮助。
多年后的一天我的车在高速上抛锚，一位卡车司机如父亲当年所做，帮我换了轮胎，也说了和父亲一样的话，此时我体会到了助人为乐的“马路法则”，并深深感谢父亲和帮助过我的好心人。
Blessed are those that can give without remembering and take without forgetting.~Elizabeth BibescoAs the daughter of a truck driver and a secretary, I grew up knowing my mother far better than my father. As a young child I was “Daddy’s little girl,” but then I hit those teen years and my relationship with my father no longer existed. He had spent most of my life on the road, leaving before 4:00 A.M. and arriving home well after my bedtime. By the time I was old enough to stay up past 9:00 P.M., I was no longer Daddy’s little girl, I was a teenager. Now we were strangers—I didn’t know him and he couldn’t have known me. It was almo st as if one day he went out on the truck, and, when he returned, I was 13. It took me years to understand that he had no idea what to do with me. He didn’t know how to handle a teenage girl with crazedhormone s and a big mouth. The little girl who adore d her daddy was replaced by a horrendous teen who liked nothing better than to have the last word in every argument. And so began a lesson I will never forget...I was a rebellious teenager with big dreams and an open mind. During the hardest parts of my life, I believe my mother sustained me. When she attempted to guide me, of course I fought every inch of the way. But she never let go—she held on for dear life, and finally I outgrew those raging hormones and outrageous behaviors. It was during this time that I learned an important lesson from my father. A lesson of strength, love, honesty and kindness.One evening he returned from another day on the truck, probably delivering cargo to Brooklyn, the Bronx, Harlem or Philadelphia. He told us how that afternoon he was on the highway and saw a woman opening her trunk to take out a spare tire. He stopped, introduced himself and proceeded to take over the task of changing theblown-out tire. While he jacke d up the car, the woman told him how grateful she was for his kindness. She said people’s fear of crime in urban areas often dissuade local people from stopping to help one another. When Dad finished changing the tire and returning all of the equipment to the trunk of her car, she offered him a $20 bill for his help. He smiled at her and said, “No need. I have a wife and a daughter who just started driving, and my only hope is that if ever one of them breaks down on the side of the road, someone honest and friendly will stop and do for them what I just did for you.” He said good-bye and headed back to the 18-wheeler he had left with its motor running on the shoulder of the road.This was a side of my father I didn’t see often. Instead, thro ughout my life, my Brooklyn-Italian father nonchalantly taught me the rules of the road and life through loud funny stories shared boisterously with his trucking buddies at family parties. Through the laughter, I heard explanations of “on the road” safe pl aces to sleep, where to eat, definitions of respect, honesty and hard work, and “blue collar” survival. I was 24 years old before I realized how much I had really learned from him.In 1992, I moved from my parents’ New Jersey home to an apartment in easter n Kansas, where I worked as a volunteer for a civil rights organization. During those three and a half years I traveled almost continuously. One day, the 12-year-old daughter of a friend suggested we head to western Kansas to join the “Walk Across America for Mother Earth.” As a firm believer in recycling and saving our environment, I agreed. The next day I borrowed my roommate’s car for the four-hour trip.We were almost halfway there when the left rear tire blew out. I maintained control of the car and pulled off of I-70onto the shoulder of the road. Quite shook-up took a deep breath and got out of the car. I went into the trunk for the spare tire. As I was removing the jack, an 18-wheeler went flying past us at top speed. I was positioning the jack when I heard the screeching of air brakes across the road. I looked up to see a trucker running across four lane s of interstate to our aid. The trucker explained that the driver of the previous 18-wheeler radioed ahead informing him that we were in trouble. He introduced himself, asked where we were going and took the jack from my hands. Within 20 minutes, the tire was changed and the jack was placed back in the trunk.I was instructed by the driver to stop at the first auto plaza for a new tire. He explained tha t the spare “donut” could not make that round-trip. As we said our good-byes, I reached into my pocket and offered him a $20 bill for his help. He smiled and said in his Midwestern accent, “I have a daughter just about the same age as you—the only thanks I need is to hope that if she ever breaks down on the road, someone honest would stop to help her as I’ve done with you.” I heard my own father’s Brooklyn dialect repeating almost the same sentiment. I told the driver about my father and his experience in New Jersey. The truck driver smiled, and as he crossed the interstate, he turned and said, “Your daddy’s a good man . . . he knows the code of the road.”I stopped at the next auto plaza to replace the tire. Using my calling card, I then dialed my parents’ number, knowing everyone would be at work. I left a message for my father telling him about the truck driver who helped me and thanking Dad for knowing the code of the road.Special thanks from a trucker’s little girl to all of the drivers who know and understand the code of the road . . . especially the two gentlemen in Kansas who helped me!Michele H. 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Bound to Forgive
By Steve Goodier
Writer Norman Cousins said that life is an adventure in forgiveness. I think Fr. Lawrence Martin Jenco would agree.
In 1984, Fr. Jenco traveled to Beirut, dedicated to help the poorest of the poor. On January 8, 1985, he was kidnapped by Shiite Muslim extremists and held hostage for 564 days. He endured imprisonment, beatings, illness and heartbreaking periods of sorrow and loneliness. Several years after his release, he wrote a book (BOUND TO FORGIVE, Ave Maria Press, 1995) about his experiences in captivity and, more importantly, about the power of love and forgiveness.
Fr. Jenco tells about being taped like a mummy from his ankles to the top of his head each time he was transported from one place to another. He described being forced to breathe only from his nose as his mouth was stuffed with a cloth and taped shut.
He tells of times when his captors said they were going to kill him and he waited for the bullet to go through his head. Other times he was dressed up and told he was going home, only to have his spirits dashed when he was later informed they were teasing.
He remembers being chained hand and foot, donning a plastic bag on his head, and left in a
two-foot by six-foot closet. And he remembers his stench when he was denied washing for over four months.
He was later asked what lesson those of us who haven't been in such a position can learn from his experience and apply to our daily living. He said, "Just look at the madness that goes on in the world today. We lug our hates and our bigotry and prejudices from generation to generation and we pass [them] on.... We [must] stop and look at each other and say, 'I am so sorry for the hurt I caused you. I ask your forgiveness.' And then [we must] extend forgiveness and... receive forgiveness. Somewhere along the line we are going to have to do that. We're all bound to forgive."
Fr. Jenco has forgiven and can attest to the power of forgiveness. And though our hurt may not be the same as his, it is no less real. We, too, are "bound" to forgive. For when we covenant with life to earnestly forgive whatever hurts come our way, we see amazing results. We find inner peace and, often, improved physical health as well. As Dr. O. A. Battista says, "One of the most lasting pleasures you can experience is the feeling that comes over you when you genuinely forgive an enemy -- whether he knows it or not."
I've come to realize that genuine forgiveness is crucial if any of us will find peace. Whether or not it restores a broken relationship, it sets our own hearts free. Those who will be bound by the promise to sincerely forgive, will be freed from the bonds of the past. Those are Fr. Jenco's words: "We're all bound to forgive." And those who are bound to forgive are bound to be happy.。