有關(guān)家的英語作文

　　爸 F ather

　　和 A nd

　　媽 M other

　　我 I

　　愛 L ove

　　你 Y ou

　　爸媽我愛你=家庭

　　喚醒你的生活

　　Enthusiasm takes you further

　　Years ago, when I started looking for my first job, wise advisers urged, "Barbara, be enthusiastic! Enthusiasm will take you further than any amount of experience."

　　How right they were. Enthusiastic people can turn a boring drive into an adventure, extra work into opportunity and strangers into friends.

　　"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm," wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson. It is the paste that helps you hang in there when the going gets tough. It is the inner voice that whispers, "I can do it!" when others shout, "No, you can't."

　　It took years and years for the early work of Barbara McClintock, a geneticist who won the 1983 Nobel Prize in medicine, to be generally accepted. Yet she didn't let up on her experiments. Work was such a deep pleasure for her that she never thought of stopping.

　　We are all born with wide-eyed, enthusiastic wonder as anyone knows who has ever seen an infant's delight at the jingle of keys or the scurrying of a beetle.

　　It is this childlike wonder that gives enthusiastic people such a youthful air, whatever their age.

　　At 90, cellist Pablo Casals would start his day by playing Bach. As the music flowed through his fingers, his stooped shoulders would straighten and joy would reappear in his eyes. Music, for Casals, was an elixir that made life a never ending adventure. As author and poet Samuel Ullman once wrote, "Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul."

　　How do you rediscover the enthusiasm of your childhood? The answer, I believe, lies in the word itself. "Enthusiasm" comes from the Greek and means "God within." And what is God within is but an abiding sense of love -- proper love of self (self-acceptance) and, from that, love of others.

　　Enthusiastic people also love what they do, regardless of money or title or power. If we cannot do what we love as a full-time career, we can as a part-time avocation, like the head of state who paints, the nun who runs marathons, the executive who handcrafts furniture.

　　Elizabeth Layton of Wellsville, Kan, was 68 before she began to draw. This activity ended bouts of depression that had plagued her for at least 30 years, and the quality of her work led one critic to say, "I am tempted to call Layton a genius." Elizabeth has rediscovered her enthusiasm.

　　We can't afford to waste tears on "might-have-beens." We need to turn the tears into sweat as we go after "what-can-be."

　　We need to live each moment wholeheartedly, with all our senses -- finding pleasure in the fragrance of a back-yard garden, the crayoned picture of a six-year-old, the enchanting beauty of a rainbow. It is such enthusiastic love of life that puts a sparkle in our eyes, a lilt in our steps and smooths the wrinkles from our souls.

　　讀書時代已逝？

　　Too busy to read a book, people jump online

　　Ren Jing considers herself a bit of a bookworm.

　　She reads book reviews on popular websites, visits online bookstores and buys at least five books a month.

　　But the problem is, she never has time to read them.

　　Ren, a 27-year-old public relations manager, is among a growing number of Chinese people who are finding it increasingly difficult to find the time to read each day because of their busy schedules.

　　It's this sort of trend that has sent alarm bells ringing across China that perhaps not enough people are burying their heads in a book once in a while.

　　A national survey conducted last year by the China Institute of Public Science revealed that only 48.7 percent of the population read books, a decrease for the sixth consecutive year.

　　Meanwhile, the number of people using the Internet in China increased drastically to 136 million by the end of last year, perhaps an indicator that more people's reading habits are vastly changing.

　　Even the country's publishing industry is feeling the pinch.

　　The Yilin Press, a leading publisher in China, has been grappling with how to cope with losing many of its readers to digital media.

　　"There were times when we used to sell more than 1 million copies of a book," Zhao Wei, a Yilin Press director, said.

　　"Now a book is considered a bestseller when its sales reach about 50,000 copies."

　　Chen Li, deputy director of the National Library, blamed current social values that encourage overnight fame and success - instead of good old hard work.

　　"Many people forget how important it is to read and study to cultivate their creativeness and skills."

　　Xia Xueluan, a sociology professor at Peking University, said: "It is an era of reading pictures from magazine or websites. People like sensational and visual impact."

　　However, Xia warned: "Books offer the essence of theories, which cannot be gained by only reading 'fast-food' information online."

　　任靜覺得自己多少可以算得上是個愛讀書的人了。

　　她在一些知名網(wǎng)站上看書評、逛網(wǎng)上書店、每月至少買五本書。

　　但問題在于，她從來沒有時間來看這些書。

　　和這位27歲的公關(guān)經(jīng)理一樣，越來越多的中國人發(fā)現(xiàn)由于整天忙忙碌碌，每天擠時間看書越來越困難。

　　這一趨勢為全中國敲響了警鐘，如今擠時間看書的人實在很少。

　　中國公共科學(xué)研究所去年開展的一項全國性調(diào)查顯示，目前我國只有48.7%的人口還有看書的習(xí)慣，這一比例已是連續(xù)第六年下跌。

　　同時，截至去年年底，中國的互聯(lián)網(wǎng)用戶激增至1.36億，這或許可以說明越來越多人的閱讀習(xí)慣正在發(fā)生巨大變化。

　　甚至連我國的出版業(yè)也受到了影響。

　　國內(nèi)主要出版社之一——譯林出版社一直在探索如何解決大量讀者流失至網(wǎng)絡(luò)媒體的問題。

　　譯林出版社的趙薇主任說：“我們曾經(jīng)一本書買出過100多萬冊�！�

　　“但現(xiàn)在一本書能賣出5萬冊左右就算是暢銷書了�！�

　　國家圖書館副館長陳力認為這主要歸咎于當今社會鼓勵一夜成名或快速成功的社會價值觀，而擯棄了過去的那種靠勤奮努力獲得成功的觀念。

　　“很多人忘記了讀書、學(xué)習(xí)對于培養(yǎng)他們的創(chuàng)造力和技能有多么重要�！�

　　北京大學(xué)社會學(xué)教授夏學(xué)鑾說：“現(xiàn)在是個讀圖時代。人們更喜歡新奇的和帶有視覺沖擊的東西�！�

　　但夏教授發(fā)出警告：“書集聚了理論的精華，這僅靠在互聯(lián)網(wǎng)上瀏覽‘速食’信息是無法得來的�！�

　　A SHEEP IS LOST AT THE FORKED

　　Yangzi’s neighbor lost a sheep; his neighbor not only led his relatives, but also asked Yangzi’s young servants to go together with them to pursue the lost sheep. Yangzi said:” Hey! You’ve just lost one sheep, why are so many people pursuing it?” The neighbor said:” Because there are many forked roads.”

　　When the neighbor had returned, Yangzi asked:” Did you find the sheep? ”The neighbor said:” The sheep has been lost.” Yangzi said :” Why was it lost?” The neighbor said:” Among the forked paths were still more forked paths; I did not know down which forked path the sheep had gone, and for this reason I came back..” Yangzi became morose and his facial expression changed; for a long time he did not speak, and he did not laugh once the whole day

　　Who gave me the ears?

　　Who gave me the ears?

　　"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked.

　　When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

　　Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

　　He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak."

　　He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.

　　"But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

　　The boy's father had a session with the family physician... "Could nothing be done?"

　　"I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.

　　Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret."

　　The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.

　　Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her."

　　"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet."

　　The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.

　　"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?"

　　FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY

　　Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a very complicated person. Many people believe that his difficult life helped to make him a literary genius.

　　Dostoyevsky was born in 1821 in Moscow. His childhood was very unhappy. His father, a doctor, was bad-tempered and violent. He believed in very strict discipline for his children. Fyodor’s mother was a sweet and gentle woman. She was the only person who could control his father. When she died in 1837, Fyodor’s father became even worse. He lost all control and was angry all the time. He left his job at the hospital and went to live on the family’s land in the country. But he was so cruel to his workers that they eventually murdered him.

　　Fyodor’s father wanted his son to work in medicine, so Fyodor went to college in Saint Petersburg. When he was 21, he joined the army. He worked hard and in his free time he liked to go out with his friends. Unfortunately, Fyodor spent his money foolishly and lots a lot of his money gambling. He earned a good salary, but he was always in debt.

　　Dostoyevsky hated the army and left after only two years. He wanted to be a writer. He wrote a novel and sent it to some publishers. But the publishers wanted him to make some big changes. He refused. So he borrowed money and published the novel himself in 1846. The novel was called Poor Folk. It was a great success, and suddenly Dostoyevsky was famous. Everyone wanted to meet this talented writer. He loved all the attention, but he loved it too much. He became very conceited. He was often cruel to his friends and admirers. After a while, he had no friends.

　　Dostoyevsky wanted new friends, so he joined a secret political group. The people in the group disagreed with some laws of the government. They believed in freedom of speech. They also wanted the farm workers, who were called serfs, to be free. At that time, wealthy Russians owned the serfs who worked on their land. As a boy, Dostoyevsky had spent the summer at his family’s home in the country and he had become friends with the serfs. He believed very strongly that they should have rights. Dostoyevsky almost died for these beliefs.

　　On April 23, 1849, the police arrested Dostoyevsky and other members of the political group. All of them were sentenced to death. They stayed in prison for eight months. On December 22, the prisoners were taken to a public place in Saint Petersburg, the capital of Russia. It was extremely cold, but the men wore only their shirts. An officer read the men’s names. After each name he said “Sentenced to be shot. ” There was a line of coffins nearby. Someone tied up the first three men and bags over their heads. The soldiers pointed their guns. Dostoyevsky watched in horror. There was no hope for him now. Suddenly an officer rode into the square waving a white flag. He announced that Tsar Nicolas I, the leader of Russia, had changed his mind. The prisoners were now sentenced to four years of hard labor in a prison camp in Siberia. Dostoyevsky was very relieved, but this experience tortured him. He wrote about many of these feelings in later books.

　　For the next four years, Dostoyevsky worked as a prisoner in Siberia. The conditions were very difficult. Siberia was one of the coldest places in the world. Many prisoners suffered terribly, and many died. After Dostoyevsky left the prison camp he had to stay in Siberia for several more years. In 1857 he married a widow with a nine-year-old son. He also joined the army and began to write The House of the Dead, a novel about his horrible experiences in the prison camp.

　　Tow years later, Dostoyevsky was allowed to return to Saint Petersburg. He finished writing his book and it was eventually published. A few years later, his wife became ill and returned to Siberia. Dostoyevsky needed to raise money for his family, so he started to gamble again. Unfortunately, he only got more into debt. In 1864, Dostoyevsky’s wife, his brother, and a close friend died. He was terribly depressed, and now had more financial problems. He took responsibility for caring for his brother’s family and paying his brother’s large debts.

　　Dostoyevsky moved to western Europe during the 1860s. A publisher there offered him a lot of money to write another novel. But he had to do it quickly to get the money. So he hired an assistant, Anna Snitkina, to help him. About six months later, he married her. Anna was 25 years younger than Dostoyevsky. Over the years, they had four children and a good life together. Anna took care of all of Dostoyevsky’s business. She worked with the publishers and with the people he owed money. She helped him to have a happier and easier life.

　　During the last 20 years of his life, Dostoyevsky wrote his four most important novels: Crime and Punishment, The Idiot, The Possessed, and The Brothers Karamazov. All of them are great masterpieces. He worked very hard. He usually worked late into the night, then slept until the early hours of the morning. He also worked quickly. Sometimes he worked on two books at a time----one in the morning, another in the afternoon.

　　Dostoyevsky was never a healthy man. He had very bad eyesight, which made it hard for him to work. He also had a serious brain disease called epilepsy. People with epilepsy shake violently and lose consciousness. Another illness caused him to lose consciousness and remain very still for a long time, as if he were dead. Because of this, Dostoyevsky had a terrible fear of being buried alive.

　　Dostoyevsky died at age 59 after years of illness. Thirty thousand people watched his coffin pass through the streets of Saint Petersburg. It was the largest funeral procession in Russian history. When he died, he was Russia’s greatest writer. Now many believe he is one of the greatest writers in the world.

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