鲁宾逊漂流记赏析
This is the best illustration of Paren people! After 12 years of pain and hard work, 12 years of struggle with the natural environment, it will be because of a person's footprints and a terrorist unrest! But it is like this. After observation, I understand that this is on the mainland That's life savages who eat a habit. They fight to grasp when the prisoners brought to this island that I rarely go places, eat meal after the killing. One day morning, I see from the telescope, 30 barbarians are dancing around campfire. They have been cooking a prisoner, two are prepared to put the fire roasted boost, when I mentioned the two bullets on the Nabing of shotguns and machetes they ran down to North Korea, under their timely rescue There was no time eaten up a prisoner. I was under my name for this person, "Friday" to commemorate this day he was rescued, he became the voice of my speech on this island the first time in 25 years to hear the human voice. He young, intelligent, a more senior tribal barbarians, and later in my stay in the island at that time, he has always been my a reliable partner. I taught him a few words in English, Gen Wojiang Friday that the mainland on the matter. I decided to leave the island I had. We have created a boat, this is not very far from the coast, the local-made. While we are almost ready to set sail boat, the barbarians have 21 riding on three independent vessel, with three prisoners to the island to open a banquet. One of the prisoners is a white, which I can be a Qihuai. I have two shotguns, four shotguns, two pistols and ammunition are fitted with double, to the Friday, a small axe, he returned to drink a lot of sugarcane liquor, I put the knives, we have to down - , All of them killed, only four escaped barbarians.
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青春
Youth is not a time of life; it is
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, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of
the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the
appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of
60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We
grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder,
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 the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as
your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die
young at 80.
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Youth is not a time of life; it is
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, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of
the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the
appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of
60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We
grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder,
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 the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as
your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die
young at 80.
This is the best illustration of Paren people! After 12 years of pain and hard work, 12 years of struggle with the natural environment, it will be because of a person's footprints and a terrorist unrest! But it is like this. After observation, I understand that this is on the mainland That's life savages who eat a habit. They fight to grasp when the prisoners brought to this island that I rarely go places, eat meal after the killing. One day morning, I see from the telescope, 30 barbarians are dancing around campfire. They have been cooking a prisoner, two are prepared to put the fire roasted boost, when I mentioned the two bullets on the Nabing of shotguns and machetes they ran down to North Korea, under their timely rescue There was no time eaten up a prisoner. I was under my name for this person, "Friday" to commemorate this day he was rescued, he became the voice of my speech on this island the first time in 25 years to hear the human voice. He young, intelligent, a more senior tribal barbarians, and later in my stay in the island at that time, he has always been my a reliable partner. I taught him a few words in English, Gen Wojiang Friday that the mainland on the matter. I decided to leave the island I had. We have created a boat, this is not very far from the coast, the local-made. While we are almost ready to set sail boat, the barbarians have 21 riding on three independent vessel, with three prisoners to the island to open a banquet. One of the prisoners is a white, which I can be a Qihuai. I have two shotguns, four shotguns, two pistols and ammunition are fitted with double, to the Friday, a small axe, he returned to drink a lot of sugarcane liquor, I put the knives, we have to down - , All of them killed, only four escaped barbarians.