范文一
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, "Why is your heart 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. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine; mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I 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 some day 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 own carved 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.
范文二
We are living in one of those periods in human history which are marked by revolutionary changes in all of mankind's values. It is a time when everyone 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 overcome 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 disguise; they say that life is simply the short gap in between an unpleasant birth and a nine-vital 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 suffered. There are others who say that man is a kind of machine which operates according 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 natural endowment of the young mind is one of liberalism and confidence in the powers of man for good is the basis of my philosophy. And 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, combined with a faith in the future. There are many roads to the attainment of wisdom and goodness as there are people who undertake to walk them. There are 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 many ideas and ideals as there are men of good will who will hold them in their minds and act them in their lives.
范文三
My mother is a gentle and loving person. She is always very mild-mannered. She looks after her kids well and makes sure they all stay in school. I have a brother and two sisters, so there are four of us children in total. We all feel very comfortable with her support. We love her deeply, and she loves us just as much. Raising us involves a lot of work for her. Since our family cannot afford a helper, she has to do nearly all the housework. She rises early and goes to bed late every day. She works hard without ever complaining. She is also a careful and neat person. She saves every penny she can and keeps everything organized. Because she has been busy since she was young, she appears older than her actual age. Her face has wrinkles, and her hair has turned white, yet she keeps working as hard as before. She often tells us, "Work when you should work, and play when it is time to play. If you are lazy, you will be useless to society." What wonderful advice this is! We must value it and always remember it.
范文四
The Olympic Games are coming this year. I feel thrilled and believe they will be both interesting and captivating. However, the key question is: what should we do if we want to be volunteers? Solving this problem is tough because few people today are willing to contribute to society, and opportunities are hard to come by. So, I will just do my best. We can visit the English Corner to help distribute some DIY newspapers. We can also go to our neighborhoods to share Olympic stories and history with curious residents. Additionally, we can walk the streets to address issues like littering or using impolite language. Doing these things will be meaningful. I am confident I will succeed. Believe it and do it!
范文五
I once got on a taxi of which the owner is a faithful reader of mine. On the hurtling bus, the driver asked me: "Mr. Lin, could you tell me what is the meaning of living?" He was the first one who asked me such a question about the life, and I was dumb to be asked suddenly. Suddenly, the couplet which hung on the wall of the auditorium of my middle school was floating on my mind. The purpose of living is to develop the living quality of mankind. (The purpose of living is to promote the living standard of mankind;) The meaning of life is to create the supreme lives of the universe. (The meaning of life is to carry on the continuum of the universe) And then, I talked to the driver, "The meaning of life is to make a difference in your mind and soul, meanwhile, do something good and devote yourself to the world everyday." When I have said all this, we were just gone through Renai Road, where we were standing beautiful trees soft on each side. It is there that I saw the pretty flower blooming on the cypress trees. How beautiful they are. When we are making progress, that means we are 'blooming' for ourselves. Our willingness of devoting to our world is a flower for the world.