新时代精神经典美文关于奉献精神的英语美文

新时代精神经典美文关于奉献精神的英语美文

把别人的幸福当做自己的幸福，把鲜花奉献给他人， 把棘刺留

给自己

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无私奉献

One

day

a

young

man

was

standing

in

the

middle

of

the

town

proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole

valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart

for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes,

they

all

agreed

it truly

was the most

beautiful

heart

they

had

ever

seen.

The

young

man

was

very

proud

and

boasted

more

loudly

about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd

and said,

your

heart is not nearly as

beautiful as

mine.

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It

was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where

pieces

had

been

removed

and

other

pieces

put

in,

but

they

didn't

fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact,

in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were

missing.

The people stared

—

how can he say his heart is more

beautiful,

they

thought?

The

young

man

looked

at

the

old

man's

heart and saw its state and laughed.

said.

your

heart

with

mine,

mine

is

perfect

and

yours

is a mess of scars and tears.

would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a

person to whom I have given my love

—

I tear out a piece of

my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece

of

their

heart

which

fits

into

the

empty

place

in

my

heart,

but

because

the

pieces

aren't

exact,

I

have

some

rough

edges,

which

I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other

person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are

the empty gouges

—

giving love is taking a chance. Although

these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the

love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may

return and fill the space in my heart. So now do you see what

true beauty is?

The young man stood silently with tears running down his

cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect

young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered

it to the old man with trembling hands.

The

old

man took his offering,

placed it

in

his

heart

and

then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in

the wound

in

the

young

man's heart.

It

fit, but

not

perfectly,

as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his

heart,

not

perfect

anymore

but

more

beautiful

than

ever,

since

love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced

and walked away side by side.

一个年轻人站在城 镇的中央，宣布他的心是整个山谷中最美丽

的心。围观的群众很多，他们都称赞他的心的 确是最完美的，没有一

点伤痕或者瑕疵。

真的，

他们一致认为这实在是他们见过的最美丽的

心。这个年轻人非常自豪，更加起劲 地大声吹捧自己那颗美丽的心。

突然，一位老人出现在人群面前，他说：“你的心不 如我的美

丽。”围观群众和年轻人都朝老人的心看去，它有力地跳动着，却布

有的地方被挖走了，

虽然重新补上了，

但修补得不甚完整，

留下参差不齐的疤痕。实际上，有的地方还 露出很深的豁口。

人们睁大了眼睛——他们想：

他怎能说自己的心更美丽呢

?

年轻

人看了看老人的心，见是这种情形，不 禁笑了起来：

“你不是在开玩

笑吧

?< /p>

”他说。“把你的心和我的比一下，我的心是那么完美，而你

的心 却布满了伤疤和裂痕。”

“是的，”老人说，“你的心从表面来看很完美，但我绝不会

跟 你交换。

你看，

每个伤疤都代表我为别人献出的一份爱——我掏 出

一块心给他们，

他们常常会掏出自己的一块回赠给我，

但由于这两块

不完全一样，伤口的边缘就留下了疤痕，不过我十分珍惜 这些疤痕，

因为它们能使我想起我们共同拥有的爱心。

有时我送 出了心，

其他人

并没有回赠给我，因此就出现了这些深孔——献 出爱只是创造机会。

尽管这些伤口疼痛，

并且整日敞开着，

却能使我想起我给予他们的爱。

我希望有一天，

他们能够回来填补上我心里的空间。

你们现在明白什

么是真 正的美丽了吧

?

”

年轻人默默无语地 站着，泪水顺着脸颊流下。他走到这位老人

身边，把手伸进自己完美而年轻美丽的心里， 撕下一块来。他用颤抖

的双手把它献给这位老人。

老人接过馈赠，把 它放进自己的心里。然后他从自己疤痕累累

的心里掏出一块，放在年轻人心里的那个伤口 上。正好放进去，但不

是特别吻合，因为有一些疤痕。年轻人看着自己的心，看起来不再 完

美但比以前更美丽了，

因为老人心中的爱也流淌到了他的心里 。

他们

互相拥抱，然后肩并肩离开了。

We are living in one of those periods in human history

which

are

marked

by

recolutionary

changes

in

all

of

man's

ideas

and values. It is a time when every one of us must look within

himself

to

find

what

ideas,

what

beliefs,

and

what

ideals

each

of

us

will live

by.

And

unless

we

find

these

ideals,and

unless

we stand by them firmly, we have no power to overe the crisis

in which we in our world find ourselves.

I believe in people, in sheer, unadulterated humanity, I

believe

in

listening

to

what

people

have

to

say,

in

helping

them

to

achieve

the

things

which

they

want

and

the

things

which

they

need. Naturally,there are people who behave like beasts, who

kill,who cheat, who lie and who destroy. But without a belief

in man and a faith in his possibilities for the future, there

can

be

no

hope

for

the

future,

but

only

bitterness

that

the

past

has gone.

I believe

we

must,

each of us,

make

a

philosophy

by

which

we can live. There are people who make a philosophy out of

believing

in

nothing.

They

say

there

is

no

truth,that

goodness

is simply cleverness in disguising your own selfishness. They

say that

life is

simply

the

short

gap

in between

an

unpleasant

birth and an inevitable death. There are others who say that

man

is

born

into

evil

and

sinfulness

and

that

life

is

a

process

of

purification

through

suffering

and

that

death

is

the

reward

for

having

are

others

who

say

that

man

is

a

kind

of

machine

which

operates

aording

to

certain

laws,

and

that

if

you can learn the laws and seize the power to manipulate the

machine, you can make man behave automatically to serve

whatever ends you have in mind.

I

believe

these

philosophies

are

false.

The

most

important

thing

in

life

is

the

way

it

is

lived,and

there

is

no

such

thing

as an abstract happiness,an abstract goodness or morality, or

an

abstract

anything,except

in

terms

of

the

person

who

believes

and who acts. There is only the single human being who lives

and who, through every moment of his own personal living

experience, is being happy or unhappy,noble or base, wise or

unwise, or simply existing.

The

question

is:

How

can

these

individual

moments

of

human

experience be filled with the richness of a philosophy which

can

sustain

the

individual

in

his

own

life?Unless

we

give

part

of ourselves away,unless we can live with other people and

understand

them

and

help

them,we

are

missing

the

most

essential

part

of

our

own

human

lives.

The

fact

that

the

native

endowment

of the young mind is one of liberalismand confidence in the

powers

of

man

for

good

is

the

basis

of

my

if

only

man

can

be

given

a

free

chance

to

use

his

powers,

this

philosophy

will result in a boundless flow of vital energy and a

willingness

to

try

new

things,bined

with

a

faith

in

the

future.

There are as many roads to the attainment of wisdom and

goodness as there are people who undertaketo walk

are as many solid truths on which we can stand as there are

people

who

can

search

them

out

and

who

will

stand

on

them.

There

are as many ideas and ideals as there are men of good will who

will hold them in their minds and act them in their lives.

爱的奉献

When one loves one

’

s Art no service seems too hard.

Joe

came

out

of

the

Middle

West

with

a

genius

for

pictorial

art2.

At

six

he

drew

a

picture

of

the

town

pump

with

an

important

citizen passing it hurriedly. This work was framed3 and hung

in the drug store window. At twenty he left for New York.

Delia did things in music so well in a pine-tree village

in the South that her relatives raised a little money for her

to

go

“

North

”

and

< br>“

finish.

”

They

could

not

see

her,

but

that

is our story.

Joe and Delia met in a studio where a number of art and

music students had gathered to discuss all kinds of arts.

Joe

and

Delia

fell

in

love

with

each

other,

and

in

a

short

time were married

—

for, when one loves one

’

s Art no service

seems too hard.

The couple began housekeeping in a flat. It was a lonely

flat. And they were happy; for they had their Art and they had

each other.

Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister

—

you

know his fame. His fees are high; his lessons are light

—

his

high- lights have brought him fame. Delia was studying under

Rosenstock

—

a very strict piano teacher.

They were

very

happy as long

as their

money

lasted.

So

is

everybody. Their aims were very clear. They hoped their arts

could bring them wealth and fame.

But

the

best,

in

my

opinion,

was

the

home

life

in

the

little

flat

—

the warm chats after the day

’

s study; the fortable

dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of

ambitions4; the mutual help and inspiration; and meat and

cheese sandwiches at 11 p. m.

But after a while Art flagged5. It sometimes does, even

if nobody flags it. Everything going out and nothing ing in.

Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Rosenstock their

prices. When one loves one

’

s Art no service seems too hard.

So, Delia said she must give music lessons to make a living.