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Accustomed to the warm weather in the winter, I always love a sunny day to the sun. Because when there is sunshine, I always feel very good, and I dont know why Im in a good mood, just see everything in the sunlight, it is so beautiful and glorious. Perhaps this is why the sky and sunshine asperse warm! Through the glass thin, looked at the sky, I saw the colorful color, is really very beautiful. That feeling is very beautiful, as if you can dream to the colorful world, where there is everything, everything is the most essence. I am in the winter sunshine particularly worship, especially after After rain the sky looks blue. When my mood is to click into place by yin.
After lunch, the sun shines into the room, a plume of sunlight cast a light spot in the room is oval. At that time, I always love on the spot, the purpose is to block the spot not to let it shine. However, I do not know the spot has been shining on my body, but also formed an oval light spot. His smirk behind, is the mother of the slight chuckle. This is not for anything else, just see my mother was really very silly. Perhaps this is the innocence of a child touched mother or mother smile. In the house a bit stuffy, I took the chair into the yard, where the sun is very large. Although the scenery is not what the yard, but off the leaves of the tree trunks and branches are bare. And in the middle there is a big tree there are many small broken branches broken grass build magpie nest. I love sitting in a chair looking up at the tree on the magpie nest. How do you think of magpie nest? Whats on the tree when theres a magpie? So imperceptibly, the body was cold temperature rise. It feels so warm! So, I just take off clothes, look up the book in the best of spirits. At that time the feeling is very comfortable, very beautiful. Think about the fire in the cold stamping way, think in the cold breath warm hands, the winter sun is really more precious than what.
I appreciate the sun in the winter, although the continuous rain let the sun for a long time can not spread, but the sun is still by virtue of their patience and perseverance until the time of the end of the rainy. That is the sun to show their time. He was trying to make up for the warmth that people had not enjoyed before, a real green product from nature. This is the charm and value of winter sunshine. It drives people out of an idle at home, to bring people warm feeling. Let the world from the dead to the state full of vigour.
The winter sun love I feel, the winter sun there is a barometer of my mood. I am depressed from in an unbroken line wet, it let me do what no patience, I feel very upset. It feels like the world is grey, its nothing to live with, maybe its my prejudice, but this is something Ive been born with, and I have no way to change it. But when the sun dispelled the sunny rain down is my mood click into place. The habits that friends have been used, they gave me a title of "sunflower"。 I love to follow the winter sun. I dont mind, because I love the winter sunshine.
The winter sunshine gives me warmth, gives me energy, gives me the mood, and I am its "vane"， and it is my "God""。
习惯了温暖的气候，我总是喜欢在冬天有阳光的日子里去晒晒太阳。因为有阳光的时候我总是心情很好，也不知道为什么我的心情好，只是看见了万物在阳光的照射下，是那么的美丽和光辉。也许这就是阳光播洒温暖和晴空的原因吧！透过薄薄的玻璃片望着天空，我看见了七彩的颜色，真的是很漂亮。那样的感觉很美，好象自己可以做梦到了七彩世界，那里什么都有，什么都是最最精华的。我本人对冬日的阳光格外崇拜，特别是雨过天晴后。因为那时的我心情是由阴为豁然开朗。
午饭过后，阳光照进屋子，一缕缕阳光在屋子里投下一块光斑，是椭圆形。而当时的我总是喜欢踩在光斑上，目的是把光斑挡住不让它照射进来。然而自己却不知道此时的光斑已经照到我的身上了，也形成了椭圆形的亮光斑。自己得意的笑的背后，是母亲的微微窃喜。这也不为别的，只是母亲看见我当时真的是很傻傻的。也许这是孩子的天真打动了母亲或者是母亲善意的微笑。在屋子有点闷，我便拿了张椅子搬到院子里，而那里阳光大的很。虽然院子什么景色的没有了，但掉了叶子的光秃秃的树干和树枝还在。而且树枝中间还有一个大大的有许多小碎枝碎草搭建的喜鹊窝。而我喜欢坐在椅子上仰头看树上的喜鹊窝。自己想着喜鹊窝是怎么搭的？有喜鹊时树上是什么情形？就这样不知不觉的，身上原本寒冷的温度上升了。感觉到好暖和啊！于是，我干脆脱了棉衣，兴致勃勃的看起了书。那时的感觉很惬意，是很美的事情。想想在寒冷里跺脚烤火的样子，想想在寒冷里呵气暖手的情形，真的那冬日的阳光比什么都珍贵。
我很欣赏冬日的阳光，虽然连续的阴雨让阳光久久不可以播洒，但阳光还是凭借自己的耐性和毅力等到了阴雨结素的时候。而那天正是阳光全力显现自己的时间。他拼命的散发着热量和光辉，想要弥补这之前人们一直没有享受到的温暖，一种来自大自然的真正的绿色产品。这就是冬日阳光的魅力和价值。它驱动着人们从懒懒的家中走出来，去感受自己带给人们的温暖。让这个世界从死寂向了生机勃勃的状态。
冬日的阳光情牵着我的心情，冬日的阳光有否是我的心情的晴雨表。我的郁闷来自连绵不绝的阴雨，它让我做什么事情都没的耐心，感觉都很烦躁。感觉这个世界是灰暗的没什么生机的，也许这是我的偏见，但这个是我生来就有的我没有办法去改变它。但当阳光驱散了阴雨把阳光普照下来时就是我的心情豁然开朗的时候。而这个习惯朋友都已经习惯了，他们给我一个称号“向日葵”。意思就是我喜欢跟着冬日的阳光。我不介意，因为我喜欢冬日的阳光。
冬日的阳光给我温暖，给我能量，给我心情，我是它的“风向标”，而它是我的“上帝”。
By Sandy Williams Driver
I got an engagement ring for Christmas. My boyfriend and I had been dating for almost a year and both felt the time was right to join our lives together in holy matrimony.
The month of January was spent planning our perfect Alabama June wedding. My mother, two sisters and I went to Huntsville, the closest town with a selection of bridal shops, to buy the gown that would play the leading role on my special occasion.
We had a wonderful time just being together and sharing silly jokes, but the day soon turned serious by afternoon: still no sign of the dress of my dreams. Both sisters were ready to give up and try another day in another town, but I coerced them into one more boutique.
I had a good feeling as we entered the quaint little shop filled with the scent of fresh flowers. The elderly clerk showed us several beautiful gowns in my size and price range, but none were right. As I opened the door to leave, the desperate shop owner announced she had one more dress in the back that was expensive and not even my size, but perhaps I might want to look at it anyway. When she brought it out, I squealed in delight.
This was it!
I rushed to the dressing room and slipped it on. Even though it was at least two sizes too large and more costly than I had anticipated, I talked Mom into buying it. The shop was so small it didn’t offer alterations, but my excitement assured me I would be able to get it resized in my hometown.
Excitement wasn’t enough. On Monday morning, my world crumbled when the local sewing shop informed me the dress simply could not be altered because of numerous hand-sewn pearls and sequins on the bodice. I called the boutique for suggestions but only got their answering machine.
A friend gave me the number of a lady across town who worked at home doing alterations. I was desperate and willing to try anything, so I decided to give her a call.
When I arrived at her modest white house on the outskirts of town, she carefully inspected my dress and asked me to try it on. She put a handful of pins into the shoulders and sides of my gown and told me to pick it up in two days. She was the answer to my prayers.
When the time came to pick it up, however, I grew skeptical. How could I have been so foolish as to just leave a $1,200 wedding dress in the hands of someone I barely knew? What if she made a mess out of it? I had no idea if she could even sew on a button.
Thank goodness my fears were all for naught. The dress still looked exactly the same, but it now fit as if it had been made especially for me. I thanked the cheerful lady and paid her modest fee.
One small problem solved just in time for a bigger one to emerge. On Valentine’s Day, my fiance called.
"Sandy, I’ve come to the decision that I’m not ready to get married," he announced, none too gently. "I want to travel and experience life for a few years before settling down."
He apologized for the inconvenience of leaving all the wedding cancellations to me and then quickly left town.
My world turned upside down. I was angry and heartbroken and had no idea how to recover. But days flew into weeks and weeks blended into months. I survived.
One day in the fall of the same year, while standing in line at the supermarket, I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to see the alterations lady. She politely inquired about my wedding, and was shocked to discover it had been called off, but agreed it was probably for the best.
I thanked her again for adjusting my wedding gown, and assured her it was safely bagged and awaiting the day I would wear it down the aisle on the arm of my real "Mister Right." With a sparkle in her eye, she began telling me about her single son, Tim. Even though I wasn’t interested in dating again, I let her talk me into meeting him.
I did have my summer wedding after all, only a year later. And I did get to wear the dress of my dreams - standing beside Tim, the man I have shared the last eighteen years of my life with, whom I would never have met without that special wedding gown.
Sometimes, the feeling time is very long, long, just want to forget some time.
Sometimes, the feeling time is very short, short, think you also is a kind of happiness.
There is a pain in the road. Because, we have been walking, sometimes, walk, need to be lonely, silently insist, also become the life scenery. Look at the flowers and trees, listen to the wind and rain, stop the station, always, still have to continue, a person, but dare not to go back. Waiting in one place, may miss a lot, looking at the horizon of the cloud, fantasize that is life, but lost the space of distance, people, what are they looking for? What do we, after all, find in our search?
There is a pain in the road. Not didnt have a chance to go back, but, feel the heart in the distance, so, so stick to the dawn, standing in the sea of the glowing rays, the mind deep, the wind, but played the lost of music, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and in what place? One day when you wake up in the morning, will say to the window alone, happy, in fact is quite near to us, open a window, the music, is is not the happiness of the world of mortals pollution, breathing, panoramas, quiet can dull, insipid can release!
There is a pain in the road. Is at the time of the occasional mood, will be desperate to play up their bags, sitting in a fog, go to strange place unfamiliar to cry, watching the memory, with tears in exchange for a kind of beauty, heart, so a little bit old. No, deliberately to dress up a smile, just in to hide a pain, only, in the stream of people can freely, such as the choice of an intersection, let around no longer around, turn natural and time goes by!
There is a pain in the road. Think more is a kind of burden, flowers open, do not expect, flowers fall, do not want to be sad, one day chance encounter, is the butterfly flower dance love, is the world April day. Care, do not need to talk, to stumble, do not have to sigh, as long as a single time of gibberish, in the heart, in the eyes, is the blue sky, the wind light cloud light, is simply. More words, with music, that is to say, because, the words in music is the life of art, is the heart of the darkness of the movement, is to the happy language!
There is a pain in the road. You do not say, I do not say, is a kind of tacit understanding, you dont come, I dont come, the four seasons, or want to empty seats, the trees behind the rebirth of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the chair is full of sensitized, who affair, in the heart of who and who is whos dream away, the years vicissitudes of life, very shallow. Stay, depended on its own, turned around, you will see a tree is a tall figure, and that the world is not all light, half, is also the sunrise, half, is also facing the sunset, that is, the laws of the only constant!
There is a pain in the road. Dont force yourself to feel, a cup of tea, have a life in zen enlightenment, tea, is a Buddha, a falling leaf, there is no life in the enlightenment zen, cleaning, is a kind of retreat, Buddha, outside life. The water sky is one color, the world turns, how many to hold the thought and how, the sea of people, the dust settled, how many negative and how, with regret, add guilt, out of oneself is the self!
There is a pain in the road. Like a leaf fall on the cover page, between the lines of the time, hide our memory, frames, is one day come to an abrupt end, as long as read the pages, that day is past, story, will eventually have a ending, whether it is a tragedy, comedy, there is a pain on the road!
Became a searcher,wanting to find out who I was and what made me unique. My view of myself was changing. I wanted a solid base to start from. I started to resist3 pressure to act in ways that I didn’t like any more,and I was delighted by who I really was. I came to feel much more sure that no one can ever take my place.
Each of us holds a unique place in the world. You are special,no matter what others say or what you may think. So forget about being replaced. You can’t be.
Just as you need air to breathe, you need opportunity to succeed. It takes more than just breathing in the fresh air of opportunity, however. You must make use of that opportunity. Thats not up to the opportunity. Thats up to you. It doesnt matter what "floor" the opportunity is on. What matters is what you do with it.
Time flies, a season of the horse, who entered the eyes, a thousand times, a glass of pure heart, only one person; Unable to read the old books, of time, is unbearable, mottled memories and sadness in the fingers, lonely heart wounds, scattered shoulders like autumn rain, cool is cool, I dont know the scarred heart, how to put to do; Pacing in the autumn, the autumn wind sweeping leaves, rustling, cool silent long moonlight, deserted long corridor of missing.
The green onion, go to the unknown place, full of silence, the garden in the autumn, pale color cover the eyes; What kind of pen and ink can be a city of warm painting; With how tonal, can warm mountain warm water; How to fit the film; Perhaps the point is too desolate, how long time, is difficult to let go of this cold thought, like the fold on the autumn leaf, the open bone is difficult to enter the eye, is the desolation of the desolation, is the view of the lost heart.
Once childhood sweethearts, now various places; Once flowers, now foam fireworks; At one time, in the evening, the mirror flower; Life can be turned upside down, like a pair of scissors, dissected the two words, and forget the horizon; In the wrong words, look for fragments that have not been forgotten, look for the breath of the years, imitate the inks of the years, and depict the scene of the year; Wishful thinking believe, did not leave, everything is not far away.
Into the akisato, the arrival of the rain suddenly, without warning, cold wind to pass through, with his big raindrops, hall, as miss, wet feeling lukewarm, damp panoramas eyes, really want to the warm of big umbrella, once I cover you, the sun is rooted in my heart; Today autumn, frost and dew cool, all sorts of color, thin quietly retreat, once the scenery, gradually deserted, quiet lonely is full around, is a people come and go, made a silent spectator, in a hurry traveler.
The years in the autumn wind, cool and cool, free of the eyes, deep shallow, withered, blooming, blooming, back and forth; Some of the pieces are already dusty, locked in the past, and even if you look for it, its a month in the water, an illusion, a chaotic scene. Once warm affection silk, one marigold, alone exquisitely condense into a piece of flower rhyme, break the thought into the palm of the palm, gently close together, pray, in the autumn, I can find you!
Time is like a stream, the veins of the autumn, cold and cold, and all emotions, can not talk, perplexed.。. Very want to give a response, the remnant leaves dead branch, a ground bleak, the tangle that cannot clear, the wind rises white dew is frost, all in a cold air, whether a thought, a ground residue? The cold autumn water, with the thoughts to flow, perhaps the far mountains of autumn maple, in a safe posture, has been waiting for the four seasons, will read, wrote into the autumn!
Imagine, coming from the words in the autumn, the heart is boiling ink, waiting for you to arrive; Not sad and not happy, in jiangnan rain lane, smoke and rain on the boat, holding umbrellas between green mountains and green water; On top of the hill, in a piece of maple forest, comb the cold and warm self-knowledge of the time bun; Thought, read, the idea of the heart of the little like, a page of pages, embellishment color; In the memory of sitting, the relief of the missing, in the obvious texture, the static number strewn with the love silk.
Read, write into the autumn, in the autumn wind autumn rain, followed by, the dance, the flood of missing; Write the wind, write the rain, write the missing, write the autumn maple language, wish each time is the idea of the heart, each time is not long; The wind with the rain, even the xiao xiao, will also in the foot of the rhyme, let the dying of the thought, waiting for the bud to blossom; Perhaps this seasons autumn is light, too deep, too indifferent, see full of maple red, waiting for a long time, is also a beautiful thing.
Autumn is indifferent, quietly and come, the autumn leaves dancing hope, petal, fall into the dust; "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it is turned into spring mud." In the autumn, lift the love silk, fragrant still, let read from now on!
Youth
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep spring of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exits in a man of 60, more than a boy of grows merely by the number of years; we grow old by deserting our ideas. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust1 bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from infinite, so long as you are young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with the snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.
青春
青春不是年华，而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，而是深沉的意志、宏伟的想象、炽热的感情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
青春气贯长虹，勇锐盖过怯弱，进去压倒苟安，如此锐气，二十后生有之，六旬男子则更多见。年年有加，并非垂老；理想丢弃，方堕暮年。
岁月悠悠，衰微只及肌肤；热忱抛却，颓唐必至灵魂。烦忧、惶恐、丧失自信，定使心灵扭曲，意气如灰。
无论年届花甲，抑或二八芳龄，心中皆有生命之欢乐，奇迹之诱惑，孩童般天真久盛不衰。人人心中皆有一台天线，只要你从天上人间接受美好、希望、欢乐、勇气和力量的信号，你就青春永驻，风华常存。
一旦天线倒塌，锐气被冰雪覆盖，玩世不恭、自暴自弃油然而生，几十年方二十，实已垂老矣；然则只要竖起天线，捕捉乐观的信号，你就有望在八十高龄告别尘寰时仍觉得年轻。
The man who is aware of himself is henceforth independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and hrough with profound yet temperate happiness. Healone lives, while other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past time in a kind of dream. Once conform ，once do what other people do finer than they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul, He becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
凡是意识到自我的人从今往后才是独立的'；他永远不知疲倦，他明白生命苦短，所以完全沉浸于深深的而又适度的幸福之中。他独立生活，而别人是繁文缛节的奴隶，在醉生梦死之中听从生命悄然流逝。一旦循规蹈矩，一旦人为亦为，呆滞就笼罩着灵魂中一切灵敏的神经和官能。灵魂变得徒有其表，其中空空；迟钝，木然、冷漠。
冬天里的晴朗日子 Those Sunny Days In the Winter
When winter comes, the days are always full of rain and there are less sunshine, so it is so rare to enjoy the sunshine, people will feel excited to see the sunny days. As for me, I will be very happy when the sun comes out in the winter. I will get some plans to spend my time in the warm day, sometimes I will call my friends out and have a picomic in the park, we can not only enjoy the sunshine, but also can have a nice talk, it will strengthen our communication. Sometimes our family will have the barbecue outside, we share our food and play games so happily. I love sunshine, when I feel frustrated, I will forget about all the worries once the sun is coming out. Those sunny days in the winter are so special to me.
当冬天来临的时候，总是充满了雨水和少量的阳光，因此很难享受得到阳光，人们对晴天感到很兴奋。对于我来说，冬日里太阳出来的时候，我会感到很高兴。我会做一些计划来在温暖的日子里度过我的时光，有时候我会叫朋友出来，在公园里野餐，我们不仅能享受阳光，也能愉快地聊天，这能增进我们的交流。有时候我们家人也会在户外野餐，我们分享彼此的食物，愉快地玩游戏。我喜欢阳光，当我感到沮丧的时候，一旦阳光出来，我就会忘记所有的烦恼。冬日里的晴朗日子对于我来讲是如此的特别。
Mans youth is a wonderful thing: it is so full of anguish and of magic and he never comes to know it as it is, until it has gone from him forever. It is the thing he cannot bear to lose, it is the thing whose passing he watches with infinite sorrow and regret, it is the thing whose loss with a sad and secret joy, the thing he would never willingly relive again, could it be restored to him by any magic.
青春奇妙无穷，充满魅力，充满痛楚。青春年少的时候根本不知青春为何物，直到青春一去不复返了才对青春有了真正的认识。谁都想让青春永驻，不忍青春离去； 眼睁睁地看着青春流逝，心中会涌起无穷的忧伤和惋惜；青春的失去是人们永远感到悲哀的事；青春的失去是人们真正觉得悲喜交集的事；即便奇迹出现青春复苏， 谁都不会心甘情愿重度青春的岁月。
这就是我们每个人的故事。这颗树就是我们的父母。小时候，我们喜欢和爸爸妈妈玩……长大后，我们就离开他们，只在需要什么东西或者遇到麻烦的时候，才回到他们身边。无论如何，父母永远都在那儿，倾其所有使你快乐。你可能认为这个男孩对树很残酷，但这就是我们每个人对待父母的方式。
a long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. a little boy loved to come and lay around it every day. he climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow.。. he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
很久很久以前，有一棵又高又大的苹果树。一位小男孩，天天到树下来，他爬上去摘苹果吃，在树荫下睡觉。他爱苹果树，苹果树也爱和他一起玩耍。
time went by.。. the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day. one day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. “come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy. “i am no longer a kid, i don’t play around trees anymore.” the boy replied, “i want toys. i need money to buy them.” “sorry, but i don’t have money.。.but you can pick all my apples and sell them. so, you will have money.” the boy was so excited. he grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. the boy never came back after he picked the apples. the tree was sad.
后来，小男孩长大了，不再天天来玩耍。一天他又来到树下，很伤心的样子。苹果树要和他一起玩，男孩说：“不行，我不小了，不能再和你玩，我要玩具，可是没钱买。”苹果树说：“很遗憾，我也没钱，不过，把我所有的果子摘下来卖掉，你不就有钱了？”男孩十分激动，他摘下所有的苹果，高高兴兴地走了。然后，男孩好久都没有来。苹果树很伤心。
one day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. “come and play with me,” the tree said. “i don’t have time to play. i have to work for my family. we need a house for shelter. can you help me?” “sorry, but i don’t have a house. but you can chop off my branches to build your house.” so the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. the tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. the tree was again lonely and sad.
有一天，男孩终于来了，树兴奋地邀他一起玩。男孩说：“不行，我没有时间，我要替家里干活呢，我们需要一幢房子，你能帮忙吗？”“我没有房子，”苹果树说，“不过你可以把我的树枝统统砍下来，拿去搭房子。”于是男孩砍下所有的树枝，高高兴兴地运走去盖房子。看到男孩高兴树好快乐。从此，男孩又不来了。树再次陷入孤单和悲伤之中。
one hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. “come and play with me!” the tree said. “i am sad and getting old. i want to go sailing to relax myself. can you give me a boat?” “use my trunk to build your boat. you can sail far away and be happy.” so the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. he went sailing and never showed up for a long time. the tree was happy, but it was not true.
一年夏天，男孩回来了，树太快乐了：“来呀！孩子，来和我玩呀。”男孩却说：“我心情不好，一天天老了，我要扬帆出海，轻松一下，你能给我一艘船吗？”苹果树说：“把我的树干砍去，拿去做船吧！”于是男孩砍下了她的树干，造了条船，然后驾船走了，很久都没有回来。树好快乐……但不是真的。
finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. “sorry, my boy. but i don’t have anything for you anymore. no more apples for you.。.” the tree said.
“i don’t have teeth to bite,” the boy replied.
许多年过去，男孩终于回来，苹果树说：“对不起，孩子，我已经没有东西可以给你了，我的苹果没了。”
男孩说：“我的牙都掉了，吃不了苹果了。”