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摩斯密码一般指摩尔斯电码。摩尔斯电码也被称作摩斯密码，是一种时通时断的信号代码，通过不同的排列顺序来表达不同的英文字母、数字和标点符号。以下是小编整理的经典美文阅读及答案【六篇】，欢迎阅读与收藏。
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美文阅读：矶鹞带来欢乐
Sandpipers to Bring Us Joy
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sandcastle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
“Hello,” she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. “I’m building,” she said.
“I see that. What is it?” I asked, not really caring.
“Oh, I don’t know, I just like the feel of sand.”
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by. “That’s a joy,” the child said.
“It’s a what?” I asked.
“It’s a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy.” The bird went gliding down the beach.
“Good-bye joy,” I muttered to myself, “hello pain,” and turned to walk on. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance.
“What’s your name?” She wouldn’t give up.
“Robert,” I answered. “I’m Robert Peterson.”
“Mine’s Wendy... I’m six.”
“Hi, Windy.” She giggled. “You’re funny,” she said. In spite of my gloom I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
“Come again, Mr. P,” she called. “We’ll have another happy day.”
The days and weeks that followed belonged to others: a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother.
The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. “I need a sandpiper,” I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly, but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed. I had forgotten the child and was startled when she appeared.
“Hello, Mr. P,” she said. “Do you want to play?”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
“I don’t know, you say.”
“How about charades?” I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Then let’s just walk.” Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. “Where do you live?” I asked.
“Over there.” She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.
“Where do you go to school?”
“I don’t go to school. Mommy says we’re on vacation.” She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
英语阅读：AnEmptyBox
Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family"s only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, “This is for you, Daddy!”
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.
But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. “Don"t you know, young lady, ” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present there"s supposed to be something inside the package!”
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: “Daddy, it"s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full.”
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
英语阅读：HappinessEquateswithFun?
I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.
Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.
Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.
I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells “happiness”.
But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.
The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.
As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.
英语阅读：TodayisaGift
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”
英语阅读：IsPackingImportanttoYou?
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer"s showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man"s name embossed in gold.
Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, “With all your money you give me a Bible?” He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father"s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father"s important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer"s name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… “PAID IN FULL”.
How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don"t realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect “the packaging” to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.
英语阅读：TheBabyEagle
Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.
The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.
The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.
Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.
The baby eagle was hungry. “I"m sure to die,” said the baby eagle, all the time.
“Very soon, death is coming,” he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.
Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried “Why did you abandon me? I"m going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?”
The mother said, “Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it.”
“Come get it!” said the baby, with much anger. “How?”
The mother flew away.
The baby cried and cried and cried.
A few days later, “I"m going to end it all,” he said. “I give up. It is time for me to die.”
He didn"t know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.
“Eat this, it"s your last meal,” she said.
The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.
“You"re a terrible mother,” he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.
He fell.
Head first.
Picked up speed.
Faster and faster.
He screamed. “I"m dying I"m dying,” he cried. He picked up more speed.
He looked up at his mother. “How could you do this to me?”
He looked down.
The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. “This isn"t fair!” he screamed.
Something strange happens.
The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasn"t moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.
“Huh?” he said. “What is going on here!”
“You"re flying,” his mother said.
“This is fun!” laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped.
“Yes it is!” said the mother.
人生一世，消逝的是岁月；谈指间，隐隐欢语，渐渐散去；我曾遥望，希望可以寻找，我们曾经欢笑的日子；我似乎可以闻到杜鹃的香气浓郁，悠远；没有一丝俗气。这片蓝蓝的晴空下，我们笑、我们哭、我们累，痛并快乐着；即将分离的我们，天涯各一方，离开回中的大门，我们也许一生也没机会再次重逢。同胞，记住我们的高三，别让她从记忆的指尖轻轻滑落…
全体高三学子，也许是因为缘分，就这样聚在了一起。没有过多的语言去形容，然后开始了我们记忆深处的波澜历历，往事情怀。你可以去忘记，可以去不屑。但，我们是如此深刻地经历了这段水木年华，这段青涩时光；操场上有我们的影子，是踢球、是漫步；是三三两两的谈天论地；当然，也有孤独的身影面对远方群山的迷惘与不知所措；当我们心怀梦想，却奈何不了现实的残酷而整日消沉；当我们为了未来而努力拼搏，却忽视了身边的一花一木、一水一草。我们似有所失，似有所得。但也是自己踏过的步子，怜影若思…
曾记得，三年前的我们怀揣一份希望，来到这个陌生的地方。梦想有一天可以走出这儿，创造自己的辉煌。那一年，骄阳艳艳、柳色青青；一刻一刻的年轮，承载了我们心中的豪言壮语；那一年，我们从相识到相知，注定了三年的嘻笑时光、恨哭爽朗…
不经易间，岁月的双手推着我们匆匆而往。来到高三，一起想想过去的日子，似乎没有留下什么…记忆中，我们总是成群逃课，网吧常有我们的身影。然后编着一个个哭笑不得的理由给老班发短信；我们总是成群在下课铃还沉睡中冲往食堂，打上饭得意洋洋地望着后面蜂拥而至的同胞偷偷坏笑。然后数落着同伴极不雅的吃相欢笑如常，却不知自己领上哪来的饭汤…我们总在课堂上公然睡觉，让周公给我们诉诉衷肠。老师在讲台上练嗓子依旧神情激昂，底下的我们却不争气的鼾声雷响…我们是爱玩的孩子。课间的我们比什么时候的精神都好，我们在群殴中肆意欢笑；眼瞅着同学的头发被弄成爆米花也不肯罢抄那些笑，纯真的笑，多年之后，能否在耳旁回荡…
后黑板的倒计时一天一个模样。我们…紧张了！为了那炎炎夏日中的四张考卷，我们再也不能如此地疯、如此地闹了。总听得笔在簌簌作响，一个个为命运奔忙。我们累了，就告诉自己：时间不多了，熬出来就轻松了。轻松地笑笑，继续匆忙。但，有些我们，放弃了，力不从心了！总会望着同胞努力的背影迷茫。每天轻松地活着好似潇洒，关灯后的被窝里泪水沱滂；因为我们放弃的不是自己，而是所有爱我们的人们的希望！于是，似笑非笑，常也如常。开到凌晨的灯，纤弱的身影，掩藏了心中的些许悲伤…高三，你，让我奢望！一年一年春草嫩、夏叶娇、秋果硕、冬雪寒。我们一起经历了这段纯真的时光。毫无功利，毫无凄凉。对班级的爱，好似一杯清香龙井，终究不散那浓浓郁香…记忆的洪荒中，她是我们的家，我们的珍藏…
步入红尘中染色的我们，追逐太多，心亦太累；栖息的港湾，希望可以进驻我们这些永远的朋友！别管以后有多灿烂的黄昏晚霞，倘若我们可以重逢，我们都要记得，高三，你、我都来过…
答案美文
一件事，一段感情，能在心中停留多久?十年?十月?还是区区的十天?或是永恒如塔座落在心头，心中，埋藏在心底?
一件事，一段感情，一遍又一遍的追寻着对与错，寻找当处在这个事，这段感情中的人，中的记忆，一次一次的问自己，一次一次的找寻答案，求真，求得自己的安慰。
错的，对的，找到了，那一个一个出现在这个感情线团中的人，清楚了，这个感情线团的角色，有你，有她，有他，也有她，还有他，不能忘怀的还有他，她，他，最后，可能会差一个你。
烟圈飞舞着，幽灵烟雾缭绕在头顶，身躯，生欺中，酒是水，一口一口磨灭着斗气，斗心，斗欲。愁容，心如刀绞，捂着心脏，在床上翻滚，想哭泣，滴水不漏，苦着脸，沉沉寂夜里睡去，无梦，无殇。
铃声烦杂不堪，在成团被窝中，卷起团，迷茫的"环顾四周，坐起，沉寂的找寻火机，烟头，吸入肺，吸入脏腑，听这催促的声音，拉过衣，裤，尸体一样的穿上。
带着虚伪的面具，笑容，过着碌碌无为与誓言相反的生活。
只为一个答案，苦寻，只为想起，自己曾经说过的目的。
当时间抹平起伏过的爱恨
再收到他信息
心里只剩下一种难以言说的空寂
只有自己知道
那些汹涌过的波涛从未停止
它们压抑在心底逆流成河
我不知道我一直惦念着的是我的构想
还是他原本的真实
在分别的时间里他是否改变了
或许我一直在望着他的背影
而当这个背影转过身来
却又这样陌生…
每当遇到他想到他
我就变的不像我自己
这样无法自主的情绪不是我所需要的
它阻碍了我的镇定和冷静
所以我需要一个决定…
关于呐人我只能等待
我的爱人
我
手背轻轻搭在眼睛上
遮住了视线和阳光
心里某个地方狠狠的疼起来
仿若无法呼吸
曾经那么用力爱过的人…
回忆如春草、复苏在彼岸
从细微末节处传来的是什么
让人心颤…
过往如锋利的玻璃
尖锐的折射着记忆里的曾经
物是人非…
那么用力伤了她心的人
为什么还留在心里不去
惶然惊醒眼角有泪
原来___________
历经沧桑的不只是感情
还有心…
忽而开始不知所措________
当一切都回不去了
我还在原地
写着你不曾看见的曾经
呵___________
那些欲言又止的爱情…
被撕扯的好疼！
爱过痛过哭过才知道
不是我的我就不该要
她在你的情话中妖娆
而我只能在回忆里奔跑
以前的我不可一世
以前的我毫无畏惧
以前的我死在不成熟梦幻般的爱恋里
现在不敢爱、因为曾深爱
现在很淡然，因为要看开
现在的我不吵不闹、不悲不喜也不计较
看着镜中的脸庞陌生了嘴角
这是我吗 这不是我 我不是这样
最后我坦然接受
接受这样的动荡不安
原来那些感动，只是情绪的波动
我终被遗忘在遗忘的角落
我无心、回忆蚀心
辗转反侧决定封心
我失心、情愫葬心
失魂落魄终究着了魔
我弃心、往事绕心
千言无语诉不尽沉迷
我封心、爱恋死心
曾几何时
我也任性的像个孩子
曾几何时
我不再允许自己任性
精选美文阅读
小狐猴之死
马达加斯加岛上，一只小狐猴出生了。它好奇地打量着眼前的世界，母亲告诉它从明天开始它就要跟着母亲一起来学习生存。
但 但第一天，它就遇到了麻烦。它被脚下植物上的毒刺扎伤了脚，钻心的疼痛让它吱吱大叫。它问母亲，为什么我们要生活在这种长满毒刺的植物周围?这多么容易受伤!母亲说，没关系孩子，等你习惯就好了,世世代代我们都是这样生活下来的。晚上，舔着自己伤口的小狐猴在思考一个问题，为什么我们世世代代都要生长在这种恶劣的环境下?
几个月后，长大的小狐猴开始和母亲吃一样的食物，那是生长在毒刺中间的小小的嫩叶，很苦涩，这让小狐猴很苦恼。
偶然的一个机会，它遇到了一只在四处旅行的鸟，鸟给它带来了许多的信息。比如其他地方的猴子都是生活在没有毒刺的树上，而且吃的都是甜美的果子。“果子？”小狐猴疑惑地说。鸟笑了笑展开翅膀飞走，回来的时候嘴上叼着一枚红红的果子。小狐猴尝了一下，果然是美味。
小狐猴决定离开这里去寻找自己想要的生活。母亲和猴群的长老们劝它不要离开，告诉小狐猴别抱怨，谁都是在慢慢地适应生活，以后才可能高枕无忧。小狐猴听不进去，它摇摇头坚定地离开了家。
在岛的另一边小狐猴果然发现了鸟叼的那种果子，生长在一棵没有毒刺的树上。它欣喜地爬上去，但当它快要摘下那果子的时候，身体却被一条不知隐藏在哪里的蛇紧紧地缠住了，然后看到的是一张血盆大口。小狐猴最后想的是，以前自己生活的地方因为有那些毒刺，从来没有什么天敌可以进入……
圆谎
临近冬的时候，铁蛋的母亲去世了，死于劳累。十岁的铁蛋从此成了没妈的孩子，都说没妈的孩子苦，铁蛋的父亲是深有体会，一个大男人又当爹又当妈还要上班，那里照顾得过来铁蛋。他思前想后决定再婚，对象是托媒人找的，一个离异没有孩子的女人。
相处时，女人表现的很勤快，照顾铁蛋也很尽心，铁蛋的父亲相当满意，很快这个女人成了铁蛋的后妈。
女人嫁进来不久渐渐的露了本性，整日唠叨铁蛋的父亲嫌他赚的少。铁蛋的父亲受不了她的唠叨，背井离乡出外打工，只留下铁蛋和继母俩人在家，半年才能回家一次。
铁蛋的父亲一走，女人就变了脸，经常对铁蛋横挑鼻子竖挑眼，非打即骂。铁蛋受了孽待也不敢顶撞继母，更不敢反抗，否则他会没有饭吃。有时候被继母打疼了或被继母推出房门，铁蛋总是偷偷跑到隔壁邻居家。幸亏隔壁有位好心的阿姨，常常给他吃的，给他的伤处擦药，让铁蛋感觉出了丝的温度。
一日，继母买了几个苹果的，放在桌子上就出门去了。铁蛋回来后，偷偷的吃了一个。继母回来发现后顿时火了，劈头盖脑地对着铁蛋就打。
铁蛋被打的抱头鼠窜，继母见追不上铁蛋，顺手抄起木棍向孩子打去。铁蛋吓得撒腿就跑，跑到隔壁阿姨家里躲了起来。
继母追到隔壁家，半天没敲开门，她气呼呼的回家了。
没想到一进家门就看见铁蛋的"父亲坐在屋里。她立马换上一副笑脸说：“老公，你回来了了？”
父亲点点头，瞅了瞅她身后问：“铁蛋，应该放学了吧？怎么还没回来？”
继母心想坏了，这小兔崽子不知道跑那去了。她急忙说：“别提了，都怨我。哎！我怕我这当继母的对孩子管教太严了，会落人口舌，没敢管她，可是没想到，哎！他竟然和一帮小混混整日鬼混，也不上学，这会也不知道跑那去了。”
父亲听完狠狠的捶了一下床说道：“这孩子怎么变成这么坏了，真是欠揍，等他回来，你看我怎么教训他……”
这时铁蛋正好从邻居家里回来，他见父亲回来刚想往屋里进，告继母的状，可一听继母和父亲的对话，他站在门口犹豫了起来。
想了片刻，他挺着胸走了进去。他像是没看见父亲一样，扑通跪在跪在继母身前说：“妈，你原谅我吧！我再也不敢出去和人鬼混了，再也不惹你生气了，呜呜……”
这一哭到把继母给哭愣了，父亲上来就要揍铁蛋，继母不得不挡在他身前说：“行了，他知道错了，你就饶了他吧！”
父亲这才放下高举的巴掌，这次**也算平息了。
继母明知道自己不对在先，关键时候铁蛋没揭穿她的谎言，还帮她圆了慌，让她心里感到有几分愧疚和感动。从那以后，继母再没有孽待过铁蛋。
一把属于自己的钥匙
一个男孩在求学路上屡遭失败和打击。在确认他不适合在校读书后，他母亲很伤心。她将孩子领回家，准备靠自己的力量把孩子培养成才。可是这孩子无论如何都记不住那些需要记忆的知识。在妈妈眼中，这男孩是一个不长进的孩子，怎么教他，他都学不会。
母亲彻底失望了，因为他高考了几次都失败了，他没能走进大学校门。
男孩知道他在母亲的眼里是一个失败者。母亲悲伤无奈地说：“朽木不可雕也，你原本是块朽木，怎么雕都不会成器。”男孩很难过，他决定远走他乡去寻找自己的事业。
许多年以后，当年的男孩突然回来了，他已长成了一个成熟的男人。
有一天，他希望母亲同他去参加一个名厨大赛，在名厨大赛上，这个男人表现出多种厨师技艺，他做出的每一道菜都是色香味俱佳，最终，在专家的评选结果中，他取得了名厨大赛的冠军。
在一片热烈的掌声中，他走上领奖台，激动地说：“我想把名厨大赛的冠军杯献给我的母亲，因为我读书时没有获得她期望中的成功。她曾极度失望地认为我是朽木，现在我要告诉她，妈妈，我不是朽木，大学里没有我的位置，我总是拿不到考入大学的钥匙，但在生活中总会有一个位置是属于我的，而且是成功的位置，妈妈，总会有一把钥匙是属于我的，总会有一扇门是为我打开的。”
台下那位陪儿子一起来观看名厨大赛的母亲，万万没有想到，最终成为名厨冠军的获胜者居然是自己认为不成器的儿子。她流下了激动的泪水，深情地对儿了说：“孩子，你不再是朽木，你是妈妈的骄傲！”
许多人都在生活中苦苦寻觅着自己的位置，遇到打击和失败都是正常的，但是不能灰心，条条大路通罗马，成功的答案不只一个。失之东隅，收之桑榆。天生我才必有用，只要你努力进取，总有一扇门是为你打开的，总有一把钥匙属于你自己！
在苦闷中学会愉快
谁不曾为平庸而心烦气燥？然而，人生除死无大事，凡事心存希望，一切就终有转机！
她是个安静的女孩儿，最大的理想就是有一个属于自己的大房子。可以在里面呼呼大睡，而不用担心妈妈揪着耳朵叫自己上学。她总幻想自己的人生能平平稳稳，过着衣食无忧，平淡快乐的生活。
然而，现实总是很轻易地将每个人美丽温暖的梦击碎。上了大学之后，不仅希望过上的生活没有实现，而且她还陷入了抑郁的情绪里。冗长的课程、迷茫的未来，枯燥的社交活动，都让她感到压抑。内向的她渐渐明白了要想实现自己的理想，就必须在生活中努力奋斗，出人头地。于是，她开始拼命地学习功课，把大部分的时间都放在了学业上。她努力参加各种校园内外的活动，很用心地想融入别人的圈子里。
可渐渐地，她发现自己无论怎样努力，功课永远都不是最好的，与此同时，内向的自己也在社交中显得木讷，不善表达。她失望地发现原来自己真的不是特别出色，平凡的自己似乎毫无成功的资本。平庸的生活带来了无穷的苦闷，没有关注、没有鲜花、没有掌声，找不到自己存在的价值。有很长一段时间，她心甘情愿地随波逐流，她觉得自己这样的人很难和成功沾上边儿了，渐渐死了心。
既然没办法在人群中崭露头角，她反倒不在那么焦躁了。那段时间里，默默无闻地她体验过了焦虑、压抑、苦闷的种种情绪，也学会了和这些负面情绪和平共处。每个平凡的生命，都要经历这种苦闷的压力，想到这些，她反而变得淡然许多。既然现实无法改变，她便尝试着改变心情，努力在苦闷中学会快乐，在平庸中发现惊喜。渐渐地，她发现其实身边有很多好玩有趣的人和事情。尤其是很多人的搞怪表情和乐观的心态，深深触动了她的心灵。她开始尝试着将这些人的表情和有趣的生活状态糅合到一起，创作出自己娱乐的卡通图片。
让她没想到的是，这些卡通图片竟然引起了身边人的注意，并且大受欢迎。同学朋友们纷纷她的图片，在极短的时间里，她设计的那只可爱搞怪，表情丰富的小兔子迅速蹿红网络，成了网虫们最喜欢的表情人物，下载量连创记录。
这个创造了“兔斯基”系列图片的小女孩儿叫王卯卯，今年刚刚21岁，只是北京一所高校动画系沉默寡言的小姑娘。这个平凡女孩儿的成功，让人不得不深思：每个人生命中都有一段不认可，不被重视，找不到未来发展方向的生活。每个人都体会着平凡带来的苦闷和压抑，面对这种心灵的煎熬，我们应该如何面对？是沉沦消极，还是淡然接受？用王卯卯的话说：“那种苦闷压抑的生活让我喘不过气来，如果我不是在苦闷中学会让自己愉快起来，我早被自己的压抑压垮了，根本就谈不上成功了！”
世界上最可怕的就是努力结不出硕果，付出得不到回报。当失败成为常态，雄心沦为无奈，整日的奔波奋斗却换来毫无起色的未来，这样的生活，又有几人坚持得下来？平庸的人生，就是因为在反复地失败中，放弃了自己。
世界可以无奈，你却不能对生活撒娇耍赖。只有破罐才会破摔。天地无情，不会因为你的弱小而加以青睐。要想让世界知道你的存在，就必须在苦闷中学会愉快。每个人都是磁场，放弃招来堕落，坚持吸引希望。谁不曾为未来迷茫？谁不曾为平凡焦虑？谁不曾为平庸而心烦气燥？然而，人生除死无大事，凡事心存希望，一切就终有转机！
在苦闷中学会愉快，不仅宣泄了现实压抑下的苦闷，而且还能让你在平和的心态中开拓未来。凡有蓝天处，必有阳光；凡有成功处，就必有笑对苦闷人生的智慧！
绝处逢生
第二次世界大战时，有艘船被炮弹击中沉没了，船上只有一个幸存者，他借助一块浮木漂到了孤岛上，独自一人在那里艰苦地生活。
他天天站在岛上摇举白旗，希望有过路的船只能过来救他，可是一直都没有结果。为了生活，他用树木和枝条搭建了一个简陋的茅屋，靠采摘来的野果和捕捞的海鱼为生，就这样过了一段时间。
有一天，他千辛万苦搭盖的茅屋不知怎么回事突然起火了。火势凶猛，而且一发不可收拾，他想方设法置办的家什和家当都烧光了。看着熊熊大火，他埋怨上帝：“我惟一的栖身之处和仅有的一点生活用品都化为灰烬了，上帝啊，你为何逼迫我走上绝路呢？”
正当他沉浸于伤心和绝望的时候，忽然有人驾船来救他。他疑惑不解地看着来人，问道：“你们怎么知道岛上有人呢？”救他的人回答道：“我们起先也不知道，但是看见岛上火光冲天，觉得很奇怪，船长派我们来看看，没想到真的有人。”
他把起初对上帝的埋怨变为大大的感激，上帝借这把火救了他。
事情都是一分为二的，好事可以变成坏事，坏事也可以变成好事。正如古人所说：“塞翁失马，焉知非福？”
过了保鲜期
春天里，我在家门前的空地上开辟了一垄地，撒了些青菜菜籽，空闲时想起它，便浇浇水。过了个把月，我发现小青菜长得非常缓慢，问种了多年菜的邻居，他说，主要是因为你以前没有辛勤施肥、浇水，现在再施肥、浇水也难以改变多少，长不大了。菜过了气候了。
朋友家的孩子，上初中了，长得高大，也极聪明，可成绩欠佳。生活和学习习惯也不好，每天看电视、上网，既无理想，也对学习了无兴趣。对父母的同事、朋友，他一不如意就大吼大叫，让人心里很不舒服。他的母亲很瘦小，有一天她发着烧自己搬桌子，喊他来帮忙。他躺在沙发上看电视，像没听到一样，母亲只好把桌子顺着地板一点点地拖，对儿子没有丝毫的责备之意。孩子的父母说，小时候，父母只觉得他可爱、好玩，现在大了，有时行为看着不妥，想管时却发现不知从哪着手了，孩子的性格也基本定性，想改变是极其困难了。
花也好，树也罢，如果错过了时候，错过了季节，再施肥、浇水关注它，也往往是难以挽回了。植物尚且如此，何况有思想、有行为能力的人呢？教育也有保鲜期。过了保鲜期，那些问题孩子，就如长不大的蔬菜、养不旺的花一样，教育起来困难重重。孩子的教育耽误不得，千万不能滞后啊！
阅读和写作，不是为了给出答案，它们其实没有这样的力量，只是我们，可以在寻找中获得力量。如同认真走路的时候，会忘记真正的目标在哪里，持续而投入的行走本身，就带来了抵达。
劳作也好，旅行也好，体会也好；由此形成的文学艺术，历史地理，数学物理，哲学宗教也好；活着这过程本身，都应该不断让我们的生存和生活变得更简单和自然，而不是远离简单和自然。
自然的时机，总是刚刚好。所以，我们总是轻轻哼唱：我就是喜欢你现在的样子。你大概不会喜欢前的我，如同我可能也不会爱10年前的你。只是这玄机，有点难读懂，有点难甘心。
自然的搭配，总是刚刚好。所以，随手放的衣服，刻意摆的杯子，都会在合适的地方。磨合和适应，要有先天的相似作基础，应该是一点点痛楚伴随着更多喜悦的新生和成长，不是硬生生地割裂和植入。生长的喜悦和力量有多强大，排异的痛苦和力量就有多强大。
自然的力道，总是刚刚好。所以，辛苦建造的那些原则，防线，心境，一次相遇，一个夜晚，一个眼神，或者一句话，轻易就崩塌了。没有什么不好，因为，这颗心本来就这样简单的柔软着……
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