英语的心灵鸡汤
高三英语二轮复习学案-名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选：Away in a Manger
高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选Away in a Manger（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________【文章梗概】圣诞前的一次全家出行，五岁的儿子问父亲：“怎么从未见父亲哭过？”这一问题引出了父亲对于男人惯有的坚忍克己的反思。
他并不希望自己的下一代压抑他们的情绪，便告诉孩子：“眼泪是好事，是上帝治愈悲伤的方式。
”平安夜，父亲在儿子美妙的歌声里泪流满面。
仪式之后，儿子看到父亲湿润的眼睛并告诉他：“有时生活太美妙，我们不得不流泪！”Christmas gift suggestions:To your enemy, forgiveness.To an opponent, tolerance.To a friend, your heart.To a customer, service.To all, charity.To every child, a good example.To yourself, respect.~Oren ArnoldOne afternoon about a week before Christmas, my family of four piled into our minivan to run an errand, and this question came from a small voice in the back seat: “Dad,” began my five-year-old son, Patrick, “how come I’ve never seen you cry?”Just like that. No preamble. No warning. Surprised, I mumbled something about crying when he wasn’t around, but I knew that Patrick had put his young finger on the largest obstacle to my own peace and contentment— the dragon-filled moat separating me from the fullest human expression of joy, sadness and anger. Simply put, I could not cry.I am scarcely the only man for whom this is true. We men have been conditioned to believe that stoicism is the embodiment of strength. We have traveled through life with stiff upper lips, secretly dying within.For most of my adult life, I have battled depression. Doctors have said much of my problem is physiological, and they have treated it with medication. But I know that my illness is also attributable to years of swallowing rage, sadness and even joy.Strange as it seems, in this world where macho is everything, drunkenness and depression are safer ways than tears for many men to deal with feelings. I could only hope the same debilitating handicap would not be passed to the next generation.So the following day when Patrick and I were in the van after playing at a park, I thanked him for his curiosity. Tears are a good thing, I told him, for boys and girls alike. Crying is God’s way of healing people when they’re sad. “I’m glad you can cry whenever you’re sad,” I said. “Sometimes daddies have a harder time showing how they feel. Someday I hope I do better.”Patrick nodded. In truth, I held out little hope. But in the days before Christmas, I prayed that somehow I could connect with the dusty core of my own emotions.“I was wondering if Patrick would sing a verse of ‘Away in a Manger’during the service on Christmas Eve,” the church youth director asked in a message left on our answering machine.My wife Catherine and I struggled to contain our excitement. Our son’s first solo.Catherine delicately broached the possibility, reminding Patrick how beautifully he sang, telling him how much fun it would be. Patrick himself seemed less convinced and frowned. “You know, Mom,” he said, “sometimes when I have to do something important, I get kind of scared.”Grown-ups feel that way, too, he was assured, but the decision was left to him. His deliberations took only a few minutes.“Okay,” Patrick said. “I’ll do it.” From the time he was an infant, Patrick has enjoyed an unusual passion for music. By age four he could pound out several bars of Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” on the piano.For the next week Patrick practiced his stanza several times with his mother. A rehearsal at the church went well. Still, I could only envision myself at age five, singing into a microphone before hundreds of people. When Christmas Eve arrived, my expectations were limited.Catherine, our daughter Melanie and I sat with the congregation in darkness as a spotlight found my son, standing alone at the microphone. He was dressed in white, with a pair of angel wings.Slowly, confidently, Patrick hit every note. As his voice washed over the people, he seemed a true angel, a true bestower of Christmas miracles.There was eternity in Patrick’s voice that night, a beauty rich enough to penetrate any reserve. At the sound of my son, heavy tears welled at the corners of my eyes.His song was soon over, and the congregation applauded. Catherine brushed away tears. Melanie sobbed next to me.After the service I moved to congratulate Patrick, but he had more urgent priorities. “Mom,” he said as his costume was stripped away, “I have to go to the bathroom.”As Patrick disappeared, the pastor wished me a merry Christmas, but emotion choked off my reply. Outside the sanctuary I received congratulations from fellow church members.I found my son as he emerged from the bathroom. “Patrick, I need to talk to you about something,” I said, smiling. I took him by the hand and led him into a room where we could be alone. I knelt to his height and admired his young face, the large blue eyes, the dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks, the dimple on one side.He looked at my moist eyes quizzically.“Patrick, do you remember when you asked me why you had never seen me cry?”He nodded.“Well, I’m crying now.”“Why, Dad?”“Your singing was so wonderful it made me cry.”Patrick smiled proudly and flew into my arms.“Sometimes,” my son said into my shoulder, “life is so beautiful you have to cry.”Our moment together was over too soon. Untold treasures awaited our five-year-old beneath the tree at home but I wasn’t ready for the traditional plunge into Christmas lust yet. I handed Catherine the keys and set off for the mile-long hike home.The night was cold and crisp. I crossed a park and admired the full moon hanging low over a neighborhood brightly lit in the colors of the season. As I turned toward home, I met a car moving slowly down the street, a family taking in the area’s Christmas lights. Someone inside rolled down a window.“Merry Christmas,” a child’s voice yelled out to me.“Merry Christmas,” I yelled back. And the tears began to flow all over again.【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：A Dose of Compassion
高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选A Dose of Compassion（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________【文章梗概】任教九年后，我被诊断患有多发性硬化症，但依然坚守岗位。
深思熟虑后，以防万一，我将诊断结果告知了校长和学校诊所护士Janice。
在学校不慎摔倒后Janice细心为我抹药包扎，并关切询问我的近况。
她的温柔关怀触及我内心最脆弱的地方，让我瞬间破防。
Janice的一剂同情，一剂善良，以及倾听的耳朵温暖了我和无数像一年级生Jonny那样进入诊所的孩子们。
There never was any heart truly great and generous that was not also tender and compassionate.~Robert SouthAny first-year elementary teacher knows that half the children she sends to the nurse aren’t sick at all. But what’s a teacher to do? If she sends him and he isn’t sick, he misses a math test. But if she doesn’t send him and he is sick, he may throw up all over the classroom. It is that thought that makes even veteran teachers tremble.So she sends little Johnny to the clinic. He practically skips down the hall with the clinic pass clutched tightly in his little fist. After five or ten minutes he returns to the classroom. The paraphernalia he brings back tells the story: two saltine crackers for a tummy ache, a Dixie cup with ice for a sore throat, or a Band-Aid for anything that involves even the most microscopic speck of blood. He walks back into class proudly displaying the proof that he was indeed declared to be in need of medical attention by a trained professional. At our school, her name is Nurse Janice.I had been teaching for nine years when I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, a chronic and unpredictable disease. The diagnosis brought with it worry, and surprisingly, relief. It meant that there was a name for my suffering. There was a reason for my debilitating fatigue and weakness. But it also meant that life changes would occur over which I had no control.Learning about the disease and how to cope with it filled my time and my thoughts. The fatigue was unbearable. No matter how much I slept or rested, I was still tired. On the outside I looked the same; no one would have suspected a thing. But the truth was, my health was deteriorating. Daily injections slowed the progression of the disease, but I was fighting an invisible enemy. And I hated it. I began losing strength in my right leg, which caused me to limp when I was tired. And when I started losing my balance, stumbling and staggering, it was just one more indignity to add to the list. Still, I bravely and stoically continued to teach.After a lot of thought, I decided to tell only two people at work about my diagnosis: the principal and the school nurse.“I want you to know just in case,” I explained to Nurse Janice. “I don’t expect anything to ever happen at work. But if it does you’ll know my medical history.”“Thank you, Karen,” she said, looking into my eyes. “And how are you with all of this?”“I’m fine,” I said, still in denial. “I’m fine. But I don’t want anybody to know, okay?”“This is between you and me,” she promised.A few months later, her promise would be tested. As I was hurrying across the classroom one day, I stumbled. In an instant I was falling. My arm slammed into a desk as I fell to the floor,where I landed on my stomach. A coworker rushed to my side. Tears started to well as I slowly got up.When I entered the clinic, Nurse Janice looked up. “Karen, what’s wrong?”“I fell,” I managed to say.“Keep an eye on the kids in the clinic,” she said to the nearby receptionist.She led me to an empty office next to the clinic and shut the door behind her. I sat down holding my arm as she knelt in front of me, gently wiggling my pant leg up to reveal a badly skinned knee. “This might sting a little,” she said, putting ointment on it.She asked questions and reassured me. Her eyes were kind and comforting. I felt as if I was her only patient, and that she had all the time in the world. She carefully bandaged my knee and then looked at my upper arm, which was already turning purple over an area the size of a brick.She put her hand on mine and asked, “How are you?”“Well, my arm is starting to hurt and . . . ” I started.“No,” she said softly. “How are you?”I knew her question wasn’t about a skinned knee or a bruised arm. The question was deeper. My life had been turned upside down with the diagnosis of MS and I hadn’t cried a single tear. But now I cried . . . and cried. I wept for lost dreams and an uncertain future. I sobbed deeply, from the core of my being. She consoled me, and then I cried some more. When the tears slowed and then finally stopped, she brought me a cold, wet paper towel to put over my swollen eyes.“Take as much time as you need,” she soothed.When I was ready to reenter the world again, I followed her back to the clinic to get a bag of ice for my arm. Kids were lined up to see the nurse; one with tear-streaked cheeks, another holding her stomach, and a few more sat waiting to tell their stories.As I walked out of the clinic, I glanced back and had to smile. Nurse Janice was on her knees, with the face of a small child cupped gently in her hands. This is what she does day after day, I thought. Students come and go. Sick or not, they get a dose of compassion, a dose of kindness, and a listening ear. They get a moment to be the only one in the room.Healing takes place in that little clinic with the cartoon posters. It takes place while sitting on a green vinyl bed, with a nurse looking into the eyes of a child and listening, really listening, to what is said, and to what isn’t said. And the cup of ice or saltine crackers he takes back to class may not prove to his teacher that he was truly hurting. But it is proof to one small child . . . and me . . . that in that moment, we are more important than anyone else in the world.【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 A New Label
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A New Label班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A New Label一直到长大后亦是如此。
但是在步入青年到中年的这个过渡阶段，他发现自己所从事的各类兴趣活动包括工作对他的健康开始产生影响，让他的身体处于亚健康的状态，于是他决定开始改变，尝试先从跑步开始，慢慢的从几公里的跑步到半程马拉松-全程马拉松-铁人三项，渐渐地开始喜欢上了跑步，身体素质也大为改善，在他的这个年龄阶段中，他发现，走出舒适区并没有失去什么，相反，让他发现了自己是有无限潜能去发掘新的兴趣爱好的。
What seems hard now will one day be your warm-up.~Author UnknownThe excuses came quickly and all-too-easily to my tongue, but I could tell that my doctor was unimpressed. The reality about my weight was staringme in the face — in the numbers on the scale, in my lab results, on thetags of my clothes —but somehow I had managed to convince myself otherwise.By carefully curating photos that appeared of me online (bad angle, badoutfit, delete, delete, delete) and completely avoiding scales, I hadmanaged to delude myself for a long time. Now, the truth came crashing downlike an anvil as I sat, vulnerable in my crinkly paper gown, and waveredunder my doctor’s steady gaze.She was kind but clear: Things needed to change.I was only 25 years old, but that had been long enough for me to become so fully entrenched in my lifestyle that change seemed utterly impossible. Even as a child, I preferred arts and crafts to playing in the back yard. Any attempts by my parents to involve me in sports were met with resistance, tears, and — if I was forced to participate —stubborn apathy or exaggerated failure. Make me play tee ball? I’ll pick flowers and have a seat in the outfield. Sign me up for swim team? Enjoy my dramatic flailing as I pull myself along the lane marker.Eventually, I was allowed to drop all athletic endeavors entirely.I found success in my own way in painting, writing, baking, and caring for animals.I was perfectly happy to avoid breaking a sweat. I just couldn’t see the appeal. Watching runners slogging their way down the sidewalk from the driver’s seat ofmy car, my only thought was, Why?Unfortunately, my wide range of hobbies did not do much for my health. As I got older and moved from college to a desk job, I became fully entrenched in a daily routine: shower, work, couch, Netflix, dinner, bed. Most of my week revolved around sitting or eating, and it began to take its toll. I had to buy larger clothing. I started to get winded from just a few flights of stairs. At one point, I decided to “go for a run,” and I barely made it to the end of my street.I sat there in that doctor’s office, my face burning and my eyes fixed on the doctor’s hands to avoid meeting her eyes. And I swore to myself that this was not how I’d remember my young-adult years — tired, sick, and sad.And so I gave running —that hobby that had always looked more like a punishment — another try.The next few months passed in a blur of sweat and emotion that cycled from pride to discouragement to dejection back to determination and pride again. I was slow —and my “runs” contained a lot o f walking. But as the weeks passed, I found I could go farther and farther without stopping, and I started to understand why people do this for fun.Once I had a few 5Ks under my belt, I decided to jump in with both feet and signed up for my first half mar athon. Words can’t do justice to the fear that roiled my gut as I stood awaiting the starting gun, or the exhilaration that surged throughmy veins when I realized around mile 9 that I was actually going to finish. When I crossed the timing mat at the end, I found myself weeping openly with a mixture of relief, pride, and joy.Since that race, I’ve done countless more — including marathons, triathlons, and even a few obstacle courses. I’ve found my favorite paths and trails around town, where I chase mental clarity, pound out my frustrations from a long day at work, and simply breathe deeply in a multi-hour moving meditation. Running gives me agency over my own body. It makes me feel at once powerful and humble, invigoratedand at peace.Two years after that initial, uncomfortable doctor’s appointment, I changed insurers and found myself under a new physician’s care. She performed the routine annual exam and began to chat with me as we finished up.“Well, I can clearly tell that you’re an athlete. What sort of activities do you do?”An athlete.For a moment, I was too confused to respond.But I quickly beat back the tendrils of self-doubt and answered, “I’m a runner.”It’s a word that still feels foreign. After two years, I still wear the label like an untailor ed suit. But it’s mine to claim, and I’m learning to do so proudly.I am still a painter, writer, and baker. But I am also now a runner. Stepping out of my comfort zone did not mean losing a piece of myself; I simply gained another that I did not even know I had room for.【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TwoKindsofPeople
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 Two Kinds of People班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选Two Kinds of People捡一个纸箱子的时候，他想起来父亲对他的教化。
世界上有两种人，一种是伸手去做事的人，另外一种是观望的人。
这个教化对作者的一生产生重大的影响，引导了他走向真善美之路。
Character is doing the right thing when nobody’s looking.~J.C. WattsOur boys had taken the recycling bin out to the street the night before, because our morning pickup was at the crack of dawn. The next morning, I discovered Old Man Winter’s cruel joke. The relentless South Dakota wind had turned cardboard boxes into winte r’s version of tumbleweeds. They were scattered everywhere. I needed to run out and gather them before the collection truck pulled up. I zipped insulated coveralls over my PJs, added a parka and scarf, and then sealed myself up with mittens and a cap. I scurried out the door and zigzagged across the driveway like a chicken pecking for seeds.In a few moments, I’d snagged the stray boxes and crammed them into the bin. It was a good thing. My face was quick to remind me that exposed skin in below-zero temperatures is not a good idea.I was ready to dash back into the house when I spied it. One of the cardboard boxes had made its merry way to the park next door. I grimaced as I fought the temptation to leave it there. I stood frozen (figuratively and literally) as the words my father had spoken years before began to echo in my brain.I could hear his voice as it carried over the sound of burgers sizzling from the heat of Kingsford charcoalbriquets. In the background, cows were meandering and mooing as they made their way from the field to the stock tank. I sniffed the sweet smell of freshly cut alfalfa. I was sitting cross-legged on the picnic table as we made small talk. I asked him how his day at work had been.He indicated it was fairly typical: conference calls, meetings, and paperwork. And then he caught himself and said that one interesting thing had happened. Someone in the hallway had walked past a piece of garbage.He had my attention. What was so important about a piece of garbage? I thought.He went on to describe the scenario. His place of business had rather long hallways. He said he noticed a wrapper at the end of the hall. He kept himself back and observed the number of people who walked past it. He could tell that some of the folks had seen it but chose not to stop. Eventually, someone picked up the wrapper and plopped it in the mouth of a waiting garbage can.And then my dad said something that has stuck with me ever since.“I learned today that there are two kinds of people in the world — the kind who, when they see garbage, will stop and pick it up… and the kind who won’t.”He continued, “It made me realize that we all get to decide what k ind of person we’re going to be — a person who leaves the world better than how they found it, or a person who doesn’t.”Then he looked at me with a smile and his penetrating, blue eyes. I knew that he was asking me, without saying it out loud, “What kind of person will you be?”It’s been forty years since that conversation. I’ve lost track of how many times his unspoken advice has affected the choices I’ve made. Some of those decisions were of major consequence; my career, my marriage, my callings… all of them were influenced by those words.And yet, the truth is, those big decisions were shaped by hundreds of little choices that youth gave me the opportunity to make first:Classmate being bullied? Stand up for him.Money to spend? Save it up.Litter in the street? Pick it up.Want to give up? Pull yourself up.Each time, I had a decision to make. And the backdrop for them all? “There are just two kinds of people in the world.”Today, my father’s advice is finding its way into my kids’ lives. Their choices regarding vocation and how they conduct themselves in relationships, as well as being of service to others, are being influenced by that unspoken challenge: “What kind of person will you be?”I’m grateful for his words, but even more for the way he modeled what it looks like to leave the world better than how you found it.Oh, and that renegade cardboard box? You already know what happened. Despite having all the mobility of a Michelin Man bubbled in layers of clothing, I ran tothe park, snagged the box and, with a grin as broad as my frozen face would allow, slam-dunked it into the bin!My dad’s been gone for more than a decade now, but I still tell him I get it: Two kinds of people, Dad… two kinds of people.— Cindy K. Krall —【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 A Hug with No Arms
名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 A Hug with No Arms班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________心灵鸡汤精选A Hug with No Arms内心很难接受，但还是默默陪伴，见证着他种种不同于常人的怪行，冷漠，哭喊，拒人如冰霜。
但疾病没有完全剥夺他对爱的表达，他偶尔会赞美“我”，甚至要求与“我”进行“非接触性”拥抱。
在“我”做了他并不喜欢的糖蜜饼干后，他还是赏光拿了几块，并夸赞贴近以示爱意。
不用手的拥抱，对于一个母亲来说，已经足够。
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.~Jacques PrévertWhen our boy was born, he didn’t gaze at faces the way I’d seen other babies do with their mommies. He cried for hours. Being held close in a soft blanket did not soothe him. Neither did music, gentle bouncing, a clean diaper, or a bottle. He’d refused to nurse, struggling away from my skin. We were blessed with a baby who seemed not to love us. I had a constant fear that something was wrong.Family advice didn’t help. They insisted we were just nervous first-time parents and the baby was fine, or that he’d outgrow it when he could talk instead of fuss, or that it was my fault for painting the nursery when I was pregnant. I’d stenciled teddy bears around the baseboards to welcome him home.Our boy had a cherub’s face, big blue eyes and soft pudgy cheeks. He pronounced simple words, but my “Say mama . . .” brought silence. I gave him a dollhouse, hoping to interest him in playing family. The doll’s plastic cradle had a battery-operated voice that called out, “Mama.” Our boy imitated the high-pitched, strangely automated sound. It was better than nothing but not enough for me.He caught the flu as a toddler. Small and feverish, he let me hold him on my lap for almost an hour. I breathed his precious smell while his warm weight lay against my heart.At age four, our boy was diagnosed with Asperger syndrome. Though I’d suspecteda problem, the autism spectrum wasn’t the one I wanted to hear. I tried to love it out of him with sweet words and extra snuggling. He’d squirm away, shouting, “That’s too much!”He showed no sadness when our dog died, but wept huge rolling tears when I bought orange Jell-O. He preferred old T-shirts and sweat pants from the thrift store, clothes already worn thin by someone else’s child. He chattered endlessly, but only about Legos and the tractors he made. Even after working with doctors and therapists, his heart seemed unreachable.Instead of anticipating the joy a milestone gift would bring, my husband and I learned to cringe. Our boy threw screaming, red-faced fits at the sight of his new tricycle, the scooter he’d asked for, his birthday skates. Parenthood wasn’t supposed to be like this.Things got a little better in kindergarten. While he still didn’t like faces, he looked at the hem of my dress one morning, and declared, “A good mom wears a skirt.” It was high praise.I worried, though, that he wouldn’t sit close to me or smile when I smiled. He didn’t show love.My deeper fear was that he didn’t feel it either. When I’d drop him off at school, I’d hear kids call to their mothers, “Love you, Mom!” Our boy would slam the car door without looking back, no matter how many times I asked him for a quick wave. He didn’t seem to have the cuddly kid gene.Eventually, I resigned myself to his distance and odd preferences, the emptiness of the house.As a young teenager, he suddenly asked for a “hug with no arms” meaning that we would stand next to each other without touching, without our eyes meeting, and silently agree we were hugging. I was stunned down to my toes. He wanted affection, but a glass prison window stood between us. I cherished anything he had to give.One evening, after a stress-filled day at work, I sat at the kitchen table wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. My husband listened while I poured out the day.I spotted our boy lurking around the corner. He was an expert eavesdropper.To unwind, I mixed up a batch of molasses cookies. The smell of cinnamon and the oven’s warmth gave me a coziness I needed, but I began to dread our boy’s reaction. He despised molasses cookies, the chewiness and the gritty sugar on his fingers. In the past, he’d yelled or stormed out when I made any cookie besides chocolate chip.Tonight, however, he walked into the kitchen and picked up a stack of five cookies, wiping his sugary fingers on his jeans. He glanced into my eyes and looked away. Then he leaned near me in an armless hug.“These are my favorite cookies, Mom.”He was lying. He hated molasses cookies. What he did with them, I’ll never know. I’m sure he didn’t eat them. But he must have planned to comfort me. His words were a hug.He will likely never throw his arms around me, but I’ve come to understand what our boy must have known all along. A hug, even without arms, and a few carefully chosen words can fill a hole in the heart.I leaned close and said, “I love you, too.”【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。
高三英语二轮复习学案-名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选：The Flying Fish
高三英语培优·名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选The Flying Fish（答案在最后）班级：____________学号：____________姓名：____________【文章梗概】有一年夏天，迈克一家去俄勒冈州的湖边度假。
他们在大熔岩湖租了一间小屋和一艘小型汽艇，准备开始为期一周的钓鱼活动。
一开始，他们一条鱼也没有钓到，因为他们选错了钓鱼的地方。
就在他们垂钓的时候，一架引擎发生故障的飞机坠毁在湖面上，飞行员被困在飞机的机翼上。
爸爸带领一家人沉着冷静地救了飞行员。
Your big opportunity might be right where you are now.—Napoleon Hill One summer my family and I went on a vacation to Sunriver, Oregon. We rented a cabin and a small powerboat at Big Lava Lake and were ready for a week of serious fishing. Our first morning, we packed a big picnic lunch, fishing poles and Mom’s camera. She loves to take a picture of the proud person with his or her catch, a rare thing in our family of unlucky anglers. We went down to the lake with high hopes of catching “the big one.” Little did we know just how big our catch that day would be.It was a really bright, sunny morning. The sky was pale blue and full of big, fluffy white clouds. The blue-green lake sat in the middle of the surrounding mountains like a spoonful of gravy in the middle of your mashed potatoes. The entire area, including the lake shore, was covered with huge, dark green pine trees, which filled the air with their beautiful smell. You could see their giant reflections on the quiet surface of the lake.We motored as far away from the other boats on the lake as possible. After anchoring the boat, we set up our fishing lines in five different directions. Then we opened up our picnic lunch, passed out sandwiches and started to relax.“There’s nothing like a peaceful day on the lake,” Dad said, enjoying his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Your Uncle Pat would say, ‘The family that fishes together, stays together.’ What a beautiful day.”After a while, we realized that the reason our end of the lake was so uncrowded was because our end had no fish.“Hey, how come we always seem to pick the side of the lake where we’re never gonna catch anything?” my brother Ethan asked.“Just be patient. You guys will catch something. You always do,” Mom said, trying to encourage us.“Something big enough for a family of five would be nice,” grinned my brother Colin. “I think I’ll just relax while I wait for those big fish down there, just lining up for my bait . . .”The loud buzz of a small plane overhead interrupted him. Above the engine noise, Mom cried out, “Look, everybody. This will be so exciting. It’s a pontoon plane that’s about to land on the water!”“No, it’s not, Trish. That pilot’s in trouble!” Dad shouted.Dad was right. The plane that Mom thought was able to float on the water was actually a plane that needed to make an emergency landing, and the pilot had chosen our lake to land on! Within seconds, the plane crashed on its belly, as though it were doing a giant cannonball. SplashHuge waves filled the lake. The nose of the plane was pointing downward—the plane was sinking fast!Dad, who knew right from the beginning that the pilot was in trouble, immediately tried to start the motor of our boat. The boat jerked forward, throwing our bits of sandwiches on the deck and tangling up all of our fishing lines. Food and fishhooks were flying everywhere! We were hurrying and scurrying as our parents called out commands and our family charged into action. At first, it was like a comedy movie. But my parents were great. They kept their cool. “Everybody stay calm! Don’t stand up! Pull in your lines! You guys sit down! Grab the extra life jacket! Let’s go! Let’s hustle! This is an emergency!”Dad gave the engine full throttle, and its ten horsepower puttered as fast as it could. We only had to go a few hundred feet, but it seemed to take forever. We could see the pilot—a gray-haired man wearing a checkered shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots. He had climbed onto the plane’s wing while the nose was sinking and the tail was pointing straight up. He was standing on the wing, holding an old brown suitcase, waiting for us to come to his rescue. He seemed so calm, just standing there, like he was waiting outside at a bus stop.When we finally reached the pilot, Mom grabbed a life jacket and threw it out onto the water for him. By that time, the plane had sunk. The pilot was clinging for dear life to his suitcase, which he seemed to be using as a life preserver. He seemed to have difficulty swimming and couldn’t get to the life jacket that was only five feet away from him. After several tries, Mom and Dad hoisted the pilot by the belt loops of his jeans onto our boat. He was safely on board.“Oh my gosh. . . . Thank you, thank you!” The pilot’s face was frozen with fear. “My goodness, thank you. . . . My name’s Wave, Wave Young. . . . I’ve been flying for over forty years . . . ” he stammered. He seemed out of breath and really shaken up.“Hi, I’m Mike; this is my wife, Trish; our children, Megan, Ethan and Colin,” Dad said, trying to put the pilot at ease.“I knew I had engine trouble and knew I was coming down, so I tried to land on the lake. A couple years back, another pilot landed in those beautiful pines and started a big forest fire. I didn’t want to do the same!” Wave’s voice was shaking.“Did you say your name is Wave? I can see why. . . . ”“Colin!” I whispered under my breath. We all laughed a little nervously, even Wave.“Well, thank God you people were here. I don’t know what I’d have done without you. I was in such shock I couldn’t even swim! Thank God you were here to rescue me.”Once he was comfortably seated on the boat, we rushed the pilot ashore to let the waiting paramedics and other emergency crews take care of him. Even though we still had rental time left on the boat, we turned it in early because, as Dad said, “I think we’re done fishing for the day.” We said our good-byes, and as a crowd formed, we decided to sneak out of the way, get into our car and head back for the day.“I’m really proud of you kids. You were terrific. You handled that emergency really well,” Dad told us, his face beaming with pride.“What do you think you guys learned from all this today?” Mom asked as she turned back toward us in the car.“We were on the wrong side of the lake again for fishing, but this time it turned out good,” Ethan answered shyly.“We learned how important it is to be ready for emergencies,” Colin added.“And you never know when God will use you to help someone,” I said to my family. “We were there for a reason. We were the only people on that side of the lake. The pilot was so scared that he couldn’t swim. If we had gone to the other side of the lake, we couldn’t have reached him in time to save him.”That night we saw video coverage of Wave’s plane crash on the evening news. Amazingly, Mom had also snapped an awesome picture of Wave standing on the wing of his plane, right before we reached him. She gave the photo to the local paper, which printed it the next morning on the front page.We still need to frame that photo of “the big one.” We could hang it somewhere in our home to keep our memory of that day alive. And maybe we wouldn’t have a picture of a fish, but we would have a picture of a pilot we fished out—and that would sure be the biggest “flying fish” anyone had ever seen!【词汇过关】请写出下面文单词在文章中的中文意思。
心灵鸡汤小故事英语版
心灵鸡汤小故事英语版我们的错误，不是由于我们的无知，而是源于我们的已知;让我们迷失方向的，不是我们不知的东西，而是我们已知的东西;让我们失败的，不是那些被我们遗忘的东西，而是那些被我们当成成功法宝坚执不放的东西。
下面是小编整理关于心灵鸡汤小故事英语版。
欢迎大家阅读!篇一：Three travelersWhen the three travelers went out in the morning, a traveler carried an umbrella, and another traveller took a cane, and the third travelers did not take anything.Returning home at night, the traveler with his umbrella was covered with water, and the traveler with a stick fell all over with wounds, while the third travelers were unharmed. So the traveler in front looked puzzled and asked the third traveler, "how could you have nothing to do?""The third traveler did not answer, but asked the traveler with his umbrella, "Why are you wet without a fall?""The umbrella traveler said: "when the rain came, because I have an umbrella, boldly walking in the rain, but I do not know howto get wet; when I walk on the rough road, because I had no crutches, so go very carefully, to choose a stable place to go, so there's no hurt."Then he asked the traveler with his cane, "why didn't you get wet and hurt?""Take a crutch said: "when the rain comes, because I did not take an umbrella, it can pick up the shelter of the place to go, so there is no wet; when I walk on the rough road, I will use crutches to walk, but I do not know why often falls.The third travelers after listen to smiled and said: "this is why you get wet umbrella, hurt his crutches, but I was safe and sound reasons. When the rain came to me when I hide away, I carefully walked the road is not good, so I didn't get wet wasn't hurt. Your fault is that you have the advantage of relying on, that the advantages of less suffering."篇二：The truth of life that requires lifelong understandingThe road to Jane, these four words to write down easy, simple to say, really understand, understand, understand, understand thoroughly, but it takes a long time to read, study, practice, and even need to feel for life.When I was small, in our village, three grandpa was readingpeople in the Republic of China had taught in the village school, it is a "Scholar". He often mumble "Confucius said: learning proficiency for officialdom, not a pleasure" or "learning without thought is labor lost, thought without learning is perilous, as we grew up, he would say" the book house of gold, a beautiful woman in the book". Of course, "all things are, only high school," he is often.In 30 years of reading experience, the deepest impression is the fifth grade primary school on my three day, Grandpa pointed to roadside trees and the muddy mountain road, saying "a tree was born haomo; nine of the units, from the tired soil; a thousand miles begins with a single step" this a few words scene. Remember that he even said two or three times, I still clearly remember the strange tone he almost "pedantic" reading sound across the ridge and back. "This is the words in the Tao Te Ching," he continued. "Do you know the meaning of these words?" This is the first time that I have heard and remembered the moral Sutra, but the truth has been spent all my life.I often read the "moral" these years, read dozens of different versions, many of which words, for personal cultivation, housekeeping, inspirational, dating, politics and so on, a lot of help.Sometimes I will face some complicated situation, from "the world will be difficult to easy, the world will be in fine" out of ideas, will be in the "gazes, the family concept home in rural village concept, in order to state view state to the world view of the world" in one or two in the face of all kinds of insight; the "circle", I naturally remember "A true word is not beautiful., A beautiful word is not true." "zhirenzhe wisdom, zizhizhe ming. He who is strong, since the winner strong these thoughts; for their own learning, will try to appreciate "as good as water, water benefits all things without struggle" and "the great form is beyond shape" great music has the faintest notes, "knows the truth, Cats hide their paws."......It is not difficult to read a classic, but it is not so easy to read.President Mao Zedong's love Zizhitongjian "life, read a dozen times. General secretary Xi Jinping said: "the biggest hobby is reading", ancient masterpiece, literature and history, political and economic philosophy of science and technology, the widespread. He also said, "the pursuit of human learning should be endless, but people's energy is limited, we can not read all the books."". As the ancients said: "my life is limited, while knowledge is limitless, somebook, and slowly read; some reason, careful; some, deep understanding. In the era of fragmented reading, it is scarce and indispensable to read and cultivate it.After all, reading, politics and self-cultivation still have to go back to the law itself. Xie Juezai has repeatedly said: "the night reading should be constant, not long, but every little bit accumulation eldest son". Ou Yangxiu once called Reading - imagination composition has "three top", namely "immediately, pillow and toilet" said. This shows that reading should be read at any time, often read, because "three days do not read," the mouth of thorns". A person's knowledge, a person's knowledge, a person's ability, are gradually step by step, bit by bit savings. Reading is just like planting trees, tree branches to prosperity, must have deep rooted. Only you, read more books, read something broad and profound, poetry and gas from China to the abdomen, to be popular leisurely, doing things with ease.About reading, there is too much penetrating judgment, like "the book to use square hate less, you never know how difficult", like "paper come Zhongjue shallow, no matter known to practice", and "there is no royal road to There is no end for learning. suffering for the boat"...... That'stoo much. And no matter how to say, no matter how to read, some principles seem simple, but need a lifetime to appreciate, to understand, to practice.Three old grandpa told us: "reading after all is slow work deliberately, really read can be useful, like people doing their best, good!"I think so.篇三：What have we lost and tripped over?"Carefree" begins, "a fish called Kun north. Kun, do not know its thousands of miles." I said to us "". Next, the ROC (wings if the cloud days; and ninety thousand who claw Tuan soaring in the vast sky and clouds, negative), Ming Ling (five hundred years old for five hundred years as the spring and Autumn), Da Chun (eight thousand years old for eight thousand years as the spring and Autumn), Peng Zu (to jiute smell), Song Rongzi (world-renowned without the advice, the world non without stop, will be divided into internal and external environment, debate between honor and disgrace), Liezi (Yufeng line, ran cold is good, there are five days late and anti rolling) appearances, all is the adult big state, we get a little red in rolling dazzled, envy has not.May be in order to comfort us, may also be to make small we can also find their own groups, by contrast, Chuang-tzu also shows us a series of "small" characters: cicada and the dove science, has blasted could fly Tan Shu and elm trees; develop Yan, save enough strength to fight a life stroke but also fly on the number of 960 high. The brevity of life the dead bacteria, Chunsheng summer insects, and who win the rich and respecting people.And, what's interesting is that these little things are all smug and self mockery".So, Chuang-tzu sighed and said: little know as big, off year. This is the distinction between large and small!But Chuang-tzu is clearly not chicken soup chef. As we know, in Chuang-tzu's view, no small big world he don't, "and there is no black and white short one, to belong to" chaotic "," he "is not a non contingent" foreign life and death "and" Pi "(Lu Xun" Chinese literature history ") and in" Qiwulun ", he even said:" the world is very small, while Taishan is small; Mo Shou war between Peng Zuwei and Yao." In his mind, where is there a "little big debate"?However, he said that this "the big debate", also say"little know as big, off year". What's the matter?Let's first see how those little things evaluate their own "small" ones:Laughed the cicada and the dove Science said: "I would rather fly, Yu Fang and rob, is not to control, and to just carry on, ninety thousand miles south of Yizhi Xi?" - opening is the impressively "I" word, judging by its own standard ROC: "I am so, why should he be like that?"Exclusion Yan smile said: "he and Xishi also? I prance, but a few climbed down, flying between the basil, fly to. And he and Xishi also?" Or "I", I am here, why should he be there? It is even more ridiculous, even put yourself in the fly fly between Basil as the ultimate.Look at the "autumn" in the text of the. To the autumn, he readily self Hi, "the beauty with the world as much as in." Is a cast in the "self" in. It is also similar with the exclusion Yan, think that the world's realm in the river.The problem is that a bird in flight, but not a bird flying in between there; basil is space, but the space in between the river water, basil; but the water in a river; a well between heaven and earth, but the world is not in a well.Ah ah learn by Yan ah Bo Molina denounced ah, you is notridiculous, ridiculous is that your mouth closed is me about how I only I alone in the big world! When will you be able to "lose me?"A toothpick, we won't laugh at it, we can not use it when your teeth smile. But when we see someone holding a toothpick, and Tenodera hand spear confrontation, we will Yankouhulu smile.We're laughing at the toothpick man."Yongguankuitian, with cone is also small, not between!" ("autumn") this is not at cone at, we use the cone way: cone cannot be used to include the world.So, Chuang-tzu is not laughing at "small", but laughing at the limited "small" to judge the infinite world, laughing at the "small body", but "small"". Chuang-tzu will not laugh at our knowledge is limited, but when he saw us with their limited knowledge to judge the world, like to see a man with a toothpick confidently on the battlefield, Chuang-tzu kind, he is unable to keep back, just laugh out loud.Our mistakes, not because of our ignorance, but from our known; let us not lose direction, we don't know what, but we know things; let us fail, not those forgotten things, but those who are successful as we kept on something magic.What tripped us was not the "nothing" on the ground, but the things that were "there".[心灵鸡汤小故事英语版]。
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英语的心灵鸡汤励志英语心灵鸡汤语录11、Happiness is not about being rich, rather being satisfied with what we have.幸福不是变的富裕，而是满足我们所拥有的。
2、Failing after great attempts is a glory.多次尝试后的失败是一种荣耀。
3、Books carry more treasure than a pot of gold coins. Read more books.比起一罐金币，书籍能带给你更多的财富。
阅读更多的书籍。
4、Success is not a destination, but a lifetime journey. Continue with your efforts.成功不是目的地，而是一生的旅程。
继续努力。
5、Positive thinking provides more energy, more ideas and more happiness.积极的思考能提供更多的能量，更多的想法和更多的快乐。
6、There can be only one man who never makes any mistake. He is the one who do nothing. Mistakes make you perfect and help you learn.只有一个人从不犯错误。
就是他什么也不做。
错误使你完美并帮助你学习。
7、The worst thing than being a blind person is having no vision with sight.比变成盲人更糟糕的事情是没有视野。
8、The greatest wisdom of life is kindness. It costs nothing.人生最大的智慧就是善良。
它不付出任何成本。
9、Forgiveness is the quality of the strong people. Weaker people can never forgive.Forgiving cost you nothing.宽恕是强者的品质。
弱者永远不会宽恕。
宽恕无需你付出任何代价。
10、Do it right now. Sometimes, LATER may become NEVER.现在就做吧。
有时，以后可能变成永远也不做。
11、Blowing out others candle doesn’t make us brighter.吹灭别人的蜡烛不会让我们更亮。
12、The more you give, the more you become happier.给予越多，你越幸福。
13、Life is a beautiful and interesting fairy tale. Make every moment cherished.生活是一个美丽而有趣的童话故事。
珍惜每一刻。
14、We all grow greatly with our dreams. Develop and follow your dreams.梦想伴我们快速成长。
发展和追随你的梦想吧。
15、Learn Kids learn by what they live, not what you teach!学会让孩子从他们的生活里学习，而不是你教的东西!励志英语心灵鸡汤语录21、Dreams are one of those things that keep you going and happy.梦想，就是一种让你感觉到坚持就是幸福的东西。
2、Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.勇气是抵御恐惧，把握恐惧，而不是没有恐惧。
3、If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, the only thing you can do is not let them be written upon the heart.如果额头终将刻上皱纹，你只能做到，不让皱纹刻在你的心上4、The biggest mistake we have made in our daily life is to be too polite to strangers but too strict to close friends. 人们日常所犯最大的错误，是对陌生人太客气，而对亲密的人太苛刻。
5、There’s nothing more beautiful than a smile that struggles through tears. - 世上最美的，莫过于从泪水中挣脱出来的那个微笑。
6、Dream what you want to dream;go where you want 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.做你想做的梦吧，去你想去的地方吧，成为你想成为的人吧，因为你只有一次生命，一个机会去做所有那些你想做的事。
7、If you're brave enough to say GOODBYE, life will reward you with a new HELLO. 只要你勇敢地说出再见，生活一定会赐予你一个新的开始。
8、Because had because, so had so, since has become since, why say why。
因为有了因为，所以有了所以，既然已成既然，何必再说何必。
9、Sometimes, the same thing, we can go to the comfort of others, but failed to convince yourself. 有时候，同样的一件事情，我们可以去安慰别人，却说服不了自己。
10、Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. 没有人可以回到过去重新开始，但谁都可以从今日开始，书写一个全然不同的结局。
11、Don t set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.别人认为重要的, 并不就是你的追求。
只有自己才知道什么最适合自己。
12、The minute you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long.在你想要放弃的那一刻，想想为什么当初坚持走到了这里。
13、Love look not with the eyes, but with the mind. —William Shakespeare 爱不是用眼睛看，而是用心去感受。
——莎士比亚励志英语心灵鸡汤语录3Whatever happens, happens for a reason.任何事情的发生都有因有起。
It only needs early cultivation to become a power.只需及早培养，记忆自会成为一种才能。
Don't let a little dispute break up a great friendship.不要让小小的争端损毁了一场伟大的友谊。
No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.没有人值得你流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。
If you fail, don't forget to learn your lesson.如果你失败了，千万别忘了汲取教训。
Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.不要因为结束而哭泣，微笑吧，为你的曾经拥有。
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.不论你的生活如何卑贱，你要面对它生活，不要躲避它，更别用恶言咒骂它。
The smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.在坎坷的'生活道路上，最细小的礼貌犹如在漫长的冬天为我们歌唱的小鸟，那歌声使冰天雪地的寒冷变得较易忍受。
When you quarrel with a close friend, talk about the main dish, don't quibble over the appetizers.当你和你亲近的人吵嘴的时候，试着就事论事，不要扯出那些陈芝麻、烂谷子的事。
"Who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love."“谁拒爱于门外，也必将被爱拒诸门外。
”Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results.毅力在效果上有时能同天才相比。
Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.不要着急，最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。
Remember the best love is to love others unconditionally rather than make demands on them.记住：最好的爱存在于对别人的爱胜于对别人的索求之上。
Use your crystal goblets. Do not save your best perfume, and use it every time you feel you want it.举起你的酒杯吧。