Your presence is a gift to the world,
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be-
Take it one day at a time.
Count your blessings, not your troubles,
And you'll make it through what comes along.
Within you are so many answers,
Understand, have courage, be strong.
Don't put limits on yourself,
Your dreams are waiting to be realized.
Don't leave your important decisions to chance-
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying -
The longer a problem is carried, the heavier it gets.
Don't take things too seriously -
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
Remember that a little love goes a long way -
Remember that a lot goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment,
Life's treasures are people... together.
Have health and hope and happiness,
Take the time to wish on a star.
And don't ever forget for even a day...
How very special YOU are!
http://www.cycnet.com/englishcorner/poem/023.htm
Sometimes I feel sad,I break into tears.
But I have health and many hope.
And I have family,many friends,boyfriends.
I think "How happiness !!"
I don't want to forget "I am happy."
2009年10月14日水曜日
All Men Are My Brothers
I believe that all men are brothers. I really believe that every man on this earth is my brother. He has a soul like mine, the ability to understand friendship, the capacity to create beauty. In all the continents of this world, I have met such men. In the most savage jungles of New Guinea, I have met my brother, and in Tokyo, I have seen him clearly walking before me.
In my brother’s house, I have lived without fear. Once in the wildest part of Guadalcanal I had to spend some days with men who still lived and thought in the old stone age, but we got along together fine. In the South Pacific, on remote islands, I have sailed and fished with brown men who were in every respect the same as I.
Around the world I have lived with my brothers and nothing has kept me from knowing men like myself wherever I went. Language has been no barrier, for once in India, I lived for several days with villagers who didn’t know a word of English. I can’t remember exactly how we got along, but the fact that I couldn’t speak their language was no hindrance. Differences in social custom never kept me from getting to know and like savage Melanesians in the New Hebrides. They ate roast dog, and I ate Army spam, and if we had wanted to emphasize differences, I am sure each of us could have concluded the other was nuts. But we stressed similarities and, so long as I could snatch a Navy blanket for them now and then, we had a fine old time with no words spoken.
It was in these islands that I met a beat-up, shameless old Tonkinese woman. She would buy or sell anything, and in time we became fast friends and I used to sit with her, knowing not a word of her curious language, and we talked for hours. She knew only half a dozen of the vilest English obscenities, but she had the most extraordinary love of human beings and the most infectious sense of this world’s crazy comedy. She was of my blood, and I wish I could see her now.
I believe it was only fortunate experience that enabled me to travel among by brothers and to live with them. Therefore I do not believe it is my duty to preach to other people and insist that they also accept all men as their true and immediate brothers. These things come slow.
Sometimes it takes lucky breaks to open our eyes. For example, if I had never known this wonderful old Tonkinese woman, I might not now think of all Chinese as my brothers. I had to learn, as I believe the world will one day learn. Until such time as experience proves to all of us the essential brotherhood of man, I am not going to preach or scream or rant.
But if I am tolerant of other men’s prejudices, I must insist that they be tolerant of me. To my home in rural Pennsylvania come brown men and yellow men and black men from around the world. In their countries I lived and ate with them. In my country they shall live and eat with me. Until the day I die, my home must be free to receive these travelers and it never seems so big a home or so much a place of love as when some man from India or Japan or Mexico or Tahiti or Fiji shares it with me. For on those happy days, it reminds me of the wonderful affection I have known throughout the world.
I believe that all men are my brothers. I know it when I see them sharing my home.
This essey is long.So I can't understand all means...
But may be,I think James Michener said "人類みな兄弟".
This word is famous too in Japan.
White men,brown men,yellow men and black men in this world.
They speak different words and they have different culture.
But I think All men are brother or sister or friends.
I hope that all men in world have same thought.
In my brother’s house, I have lived without fear. Once in the wildest part of Guadalcanal I had to spend some days with men who still lived and thought in the old stone age, but we got along together fine. In the South Pacific, on remote islands, I have sailed and fished with brown men who were in every respect the same as I.
Around the world I have lived with my brothers and nothing has kept me from knowing men like myself wherever I went. Language has been no barrier, for once in India, I lived for several days with villagers who didn’t know a word of English. I can’t remember exactly how we got along, but the fact that I couldn’t speak their language was no hindrance. Differences in social custom never kept me from getting to know and like savage Melanesians in the New Hebrides. They ate roast dog, and I ate Army spam, and if we had wanted to emphasize differences, I am sure each of us could have concluded the other was nuts. But we stressed similarities and, so long as I could snatch a Navy blanket for them now and then, we had a fine old time with no words spoken.
It was in these islands that I met a beat-up, shameless old Tonkinese woman. She would buy or sell anything, and in time we became fast friends and I used to sit with her, knowing not a word of her curious language, and we talked for hours. She knew only half a dozen of the vilest English obscenities, but she had the most extraordinary love of human beings and the most infectious sense of this world’s crazy comedy. She was of my blood, and I wish I could see her now.
I believe it was only fortunate experience that enabled me to travel among by brothers and to live with them. Therefore I do not believe it is my duty to preach to other people and insist that they also accept all men as their true and immediate brothers. These things come slow.
Sometimes it takes lucky breaks to open our eyes. For example, if I had never known this wonderful old Tonkinese woman, I might not now think of all Chinese as my brothers. I had to learn, as I believe the world will one day learn. Until such time as experience proves to all of us the essential brotherhood of man, I am not going to preach or scream or rant.
But if I am tolerant of other men’s prejudices, I must insist that they be tolerant of me. To my home in rural Pennsylvania come brown men and yellow men and black men from around the world. In their countries I lived and ate with them. In my country they shall live and eat with me. Until the day I die, my home must be free to receive these travelers and it never seems so big a home or so much a place of love as when some man from India or Japan or Mexico or Tahiti or Fiji shares it with me. For on those happy days, it reminds me of the wonderful affection I have known throughout the world.
I believe that all men are my brothers. I know it when I see them sharing my home.
This essey is long.So I can't understand all means...
But may be,I think James Michener said "人類みな兄弟".
This word is famous too in Japan.
White men,brown men,yellow men and black men in this world.
They speak different words and they have different culture.
But I think All men are brother or sister or friends.
I hope that all men in world have same thought.
2008年10月21日火曜日
The Bread and The Water
http://www.4to40.com/Story/index.asp?id=214
Peter was mortified and recalled that this was the same boy to whom he had refused a morsel of bread. He turned to the boy again and with tears in his eyes he asked forgiveness. Paul was kindhearted and gave him the bottle and he watched Peter drink his full. Peter said to him: "May God bless and reward you in this life and in the next."
Peter was mortified and recalled that this was the same boy to whom he had refused a morsel of bread. He turned to the boy again and with tears in his eyes he asked forgiveness. Paul was kindhearted and gave him the bottle and he watched Peter drink his full. Peter said to him: "May God bless and reward you in this life and in the next."
mortify:(be mortified)悔しがる
morsel:一口分、一片
kindhearted：優しい
reward:報い
I think too『Love your enemies and do good to them that hate you.』
2008年7月12日土曜日
Two Lonely Dragons
http://www.4to40.com/poems/index.asp?id=305&category=English
Then Droopy took Dodo home right away,
Far from the castle of stone,
Where he was never invited inside,
Where he was always alone.
And ever after they lived happily,
For it was so much more fun,
Sharing a home, where both dragons agreed,
Two is much better than one!
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I thought that whole creature can't live without friends.
Then Droopy took Dodo home right away,
Far from the castle of stone,
Where he was never invited inside,
Where he was always alone.
And ever after they lived happily,
For it was so much more fun,
Sharing a home, where both dragons agreed,
Two is much better than one!
---------------------------------------------------------
I thought that whole creature can't live without friends.
Two Lonely Dragons
http://www.4to40.com/poems/index.asp?id=305&category=English
Dodo was staggered when Droopy arrived,
Rubbing his sleepy green eyes.
He didn't know other dragons, you see,
And it was such a surprise.
Two dragons meeting is such an event
That it took only a while,
Till they were friendly and learning again,
How to make jokes with a smile.
単語
stagger:動揺する、ためらう
rubbing:こする、磨く
Dodo was staggered when Droopy arrived,
Rubbing his sleepy green eyes.
He didn't know other dragons, you see,
And it was such a surprise.
Two dragons meeting is such an event
That it took only a while,
Till they were friendly and learning again,
How to make jokes with a smile.
単語
stagger:動揺する、ためらう
rubbing:こする、磨く
Two Lonely Dragons
http://www.4to40.com/poems/index.asp?id=305&category=English
Now this was noticed some distance away
By Droopy Dragon, who knew
Just how alone one poor dragon could be
When there was nothing to do.
Droopy set off where the smoke rings appeared
For he was anxious to see,
Whether another poor creature could possibly be
Quite so unhappy as he.
単語
set off:出発する
anxious：～を心配している、不安に思う
creature：生き物
possibly:ひょっとしたら
Second paragraph was hard to understand.
Now this was noticed some distance away
By Droopy Dragon, who knew
Just how alone one poor dragon could be
When there was nothing to do.
Droopy set off where the smoke rings appeared
For he was anxious to see,
Whether another poor creature could possibly be
Quite so unhappy as he.
単語
set off:出発する
anxious：～を心配している、不安に思う
creature：生き物
possibly:ひょっとしたら
Second paragraph was hard to understand.
Two Lonely Dragons
http://www.4to40.com/poems/index.asp?id=305&category=English
Dodo's the name of a dragon who lived
Outside a castle of stone.
But he was never invited inside,
So he was always alone.
One day he snorted and flames sprouted forth
High in the blue summer sky,
Writing a message in smoke rings it read:
"Oh, how very unhappy am I."
単語
invite:招き入れる
snort:鼻を鳴らして不満を表す
flame:炎、火炎
sprout:～を伸ばす、はやす
forth:外へ、前へ
Dodo's the name of a dragon who lived
Outside a castle of stone.
But he was never invited inside,
So he was always alone.
One day he snorted and flames sprouted forth
High in the blue summer sky,
Writing a message in smoke rings it read:
"Oh, how very unhappy am I."
単語
invite:招き入れる
snort:鼻を鳴らして不満を表す
flame:炎、火炎
sprout:～を伸ばす、はやす
forth:外へ、前へ
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