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篇1：晨读美文
Books are to mankind what memory is to the individual. They contain the history of our race, the discoveries we have made, the accumulated knowledge and experience of ages; they picture for us the miracles and beauties of nature, help us in our difficulties, comfort us in sorrow and in suffering, change hours of weariness into moments of delight, store our minds with ideas, fill them with good and happy thoughts, and lift us out of and above ourselves. Many of those who have had, as we say, all that this world can give, have yet told us they owed much of their purest happiness to books. Macaulay had wealth and fame, rank and power, and yet he tells us in his biography that he owed the happiest hours of his life to books. He says, “If any one would make me the greatest king that ever lived, with palaces and gardens and fine dinners, and wines and coaches, and beautiful clothes, and hundreds of servants, on condition that I should not read books, I would not be a king; I would rather be a poor man in a garret with plenty of books than a king who didn’t love reading.” Precious and priceless are the blessings which the books scatter around our daily paths. We walk, in imagination, with the noblest spirits, through the most solemn and charming regions. Without stirring from our firesides we may roam to the most remote regions of the earth, or soar into realms when Spenser's shapes of unearthly beauty flock to meet us, where Milton's angels peal in our ears the choral hymns of Paradise. Science, art, literature, philosophy, —all that man has thought, all that man has done, —the experience that has been bought with the sufferings of a hundred generations, —all are garnered up for us in the world of books.
篇2：晨读美文参考
Laziness is a sin: everyone knows that. We have probably all had lectures pointing out that laziness is immoral, that it is wasteful, and that lazy people will never amount to anything in life. But laziness can be more harmful than that, and it is often caused by more complex reasons than the simple wish to avoid work. Some people who appear to be lazy are suffering from much more serious problems. They may be so distrustful of their fellow workers hat they are unable to join in any group task for fear of being laughed at or fear of having their ideas stolen. These people who seem lazy may be deadened by a fear of failure that prevents fruitful work. Or other sorts of fantasies may prevent work: some people are so busy planning, sometimes planning great deals of fantastic achievements, that they are unable to deal with whatever“lesser” work is on hand. Still other people are not avoiding work, strictly speaking; they are nearly procrastinating—rescheduling their day. Laziness can actually be helpful. Like procrastinators, some people look lazy when they are really thinking, planning, researching. We should all remember that some great scientific discoverise occurred by chance. Newton wasn’t working in the orchard when the apple hit him and he devised the theory of gravity. All of us would like to have someone “lazy” build the car or stove we buy, particularly if that “laziness”—were caused by the worker’s taking time to check each step of his work and to do his job right. And sometimes, being “lazy”, that is, taking time off for a rest is good for the overworked students or executive. Taking a rest can be particularly helpful to the athlete who is trying too hard or the doctor who’s simply working himself overtime too many evenings at the clinic. So be careful when you’re tempted to call someone lazy. That person may be thinking, resting or planning his or her next book
篇3：晨读美文
Here is a story. A participant in the long-distance race got his shoes filled with sand when he was crossing a beach. He had to stop to get the sand out hastily before he resumed running. Unfortunately a grain of sand remained rubbing the sole and became increasingly telling so that each step meant a twinge of pain. Reluctant to halt and get rid of the sand， he continued to run in spite of the pain until he could stand no more. He dropped out of the contest just a few yards from the finishing line. As he managed to get out of the shoe painfully， he was surprised to find the cause of his lasting torment was only a grain of sand. It seems that the greatest obstacle on one’s way forward may not be a high mountain or a deep valley but a grain of sand that is hardly visible. To avoid blame on a minor fault one may tell a lie. That adds a burden to a heavy heart and weighs it down. In the days to come he will have to fabricate one falsehood after another to cover the lie he told and the fault he committed. Thus he will never be able to free himself from lingering anxiety, worry and regret, to the ignorance that all his sufferings originate in only a grain of sand —the first lie he told.
篇4：晨读美文
It’s a sin around here to not thoroughly enjoy every moment of every golden day. It’s embarrassing to answer, “Did you get out and enjoy the sunshine this weekend?” with “No, I stayed inside.” Co-workers frown and exchange suspicious looks; apparently I’m one of those rain-loving slugs. I tried lying, but my pale complexion gave me away. Another mark in rain’s favor is that my body doesn’t betray me when it’s cold and damp outside. Throughout the winter, people wear several layers, with perhaps several extra pounds here and there. In June I dig out my shorts to discover my thighs resemble cottage cheese. I dread buying a swimsuit, as consecutive horror and humiliation make me cringe in the dressing room. Even my tastebuds prefer the rain. When it storms outside, it’s time for steamy hot chocolate or even a soothing toddy. People devour hot, hearty meals, with lots of potatoes and savory sauces. This type of eating evaporates when the sun comes out; suddenly everyone offers salads and ice water and expects it to be satisfying. It’s time to publicly acknowledge that I love the rain. How it transforms my house into a cozy cave where I can spend the afternoon cooking and dreaming. It seems nobody else will admit to a love affair with the rain, nobody else will groan when it’s hot outside and join me in a rain dance. When the sun comes out I do greet it with a smile, slipping sunglasses to my purse and pulling a tank top out of my closet. Yet my comfortable sweaters and warm slippers beckon, making me wish for another wet, chilly afternoon. When the rain returns, I will grin even more. Am I the only one?在这样绚丽多彩的日子不出去尽情享受这美妙的时刻好像不合情理。当别人问“你周末出去享受阳光了吗?”，你如果回答“没有，我呆在家里了。”是很令人尴尬的。同事们皱起眉头并相互交换猜疑的表情，很明显我就是那种喜欢下雨天的懒蛋儿。我试图撒谎，但我苍白的脸色总会出卖我。 我喜欢雨的另一个原因是，当室外天气较冷且潮湿时，我的身体不会跟我作对。整个冬天，人们都穿着好几层衣服，可能这儿那儿的多重了几磅。在六月份我就翻出了短裤，结果却发现我的大腿就像白软干酪似的。我害怕买游泳衣，由于接二连三令人恐怖和丢面子的情形发生，使得我总是躲在更衣室里。 甚至我的味蕾也喜欢雨天，外面狂风暴雨时，正是吃热巧克力或者喝轻柔的棕榈汁的好时机。人们吞吃着丰盛的热肉、许多土豆以及风味极佳的调味品。等太阳出来了就不使用这种吃法了，猛然间每个人都吃沙拉以及冰水，认为这就能使人满意了。 现在我该公开宣布了：我喜欢雨，是它把我的.家变成了一个温暖而舒适的小窝。我可以花整个下午的时间边做饭边胡思乱想。似乎没有其他人愿意承认喜欢雨，但在外面很热时，也没有人为加入我的祈雨舞会而感到犹豫。 太阳出来时我一样会笑脸相迎，把太阳镜塞进包里，从壁橱中取出紧身背心。然而我舒适的羊毛衫和温暖的拖鞋又在召唤我了，让我期待有雨而寒冷的下午再次到来。雨又回来时我甚至更为高兴。我是惟一一个这样的人吗?这篇材料你能听出多少？点击这里做听写，提高外语水平
篇5：晨读经典美文
My dream ended when I was born. Although I never knew it then, I just held on to something that would never come to pass. Dreams really do exist. But in the morning when you wake up, they are remembered just as a dream. That is what happened to me.
我一出生，梦想就结束了，然而当时我却毫不知晓，仍执著于一些永无实现之日的事情。我的确怀有许多梦想。不过，当早晨醒来之时，所记起的却只是一场梦境而已。我的经历就是如此。
I always had the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina twirling around and around and hearing people applaud for me. When I was young,I would twirl around and around in the fields of wildflowers that grew in my backyard.
我一直梦想着像一个美丽的芭蕾演员一样跳舞，轻盈地旋来转去，耳边是人们的掌声喝彩。小时候，我常常在自家后院长满野花的草地上练习芭蕾舞的旋转动作。
I thought that if I twirled faster everything would disappear and I would wake up in a new place. Reality woke me up when I heard a voice saying, “I don't know why you bother trying to dance. Ballerinas are pretty , slender little girls. Besides, you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina.” I remember how those words paralyzed every feeling in my body. I fell to the ground and wept for hours.
我想要是我转得再快一点，眼前的一切都会消失，我将会获得一方新的天地。然而现实唤醒了我，我听到一个声音说：“我不明白你为什么不厌其烦地尝试跳舞。跳芭蕾舞的人都长得漂亮、苗条、娇小可爱。还有，你也没有跳芭蕾舞的天分。”记得当时那些话让我的全身都失去了知觉。我瘫倒在地上，哭了好几个小时。
We lived in the country by a nearby lake. I did not like to be at home.When my parents were home, my mother just yelled and criticized because nothing was ever perfect in her life. She dreamed of a different life but she ended up living in the country far away from the city where she believed her dreams would have come true.
我们家住在乡下，附近有一个湖。我不喜欢待在家里，妈妈总是在家里大喊大叫着抱怨生活处处不如意。 她曾经梦想着能够住在城市里，只有在那里她的理想才能实现，而后来却住在这远离城市的乡下，这与她的`理想大相径庭。
I enjoyed hanging out by the water. I would sit there for hours and stare at my reflection. There I was, looking nothing like a pretty ballerina dancer. Reflections don't lie. Once the waves would come, my reflection was gone. Washed away just like my dream to dance.
我喜欢到水边待着，在那儿，我常常一坐就是几个小时，静静地望着水中我的倒影。水中的我哪也不像一个漂亮的芭蕾舞演员，倒影从不撒谎。微波荡过，倒影消失了'就像我跳舞的梦想一样消失了。
As I grew older, I began to realize that the reason my dream was even born, was because it was something that was. inside of me. The dream I had was never nurtured and cared for, so it slowly died. It's not that I wanted it to die, but I allowed it to die the day I started listening to the words, “You can't do it.” When I finally woke up from many years of dreaming, I realized that you can't settle for dancing in the wildflowers, you have to move on to the platform。
随着我的成长我开始明白之所以我的梦想会产生，是因为它就在我心里。而我从未培育和呵护过它，因此它慢慢地死去了。我并不想让它死去，但是从我听到“你办不到”这种话的那一天，我就放任了它的离去。最后，当我从多年来的梦想中醒来时，我才明白过来 你不能满足于在野花丛中跳舞，你必须设法到舞台上去跳。
篇6：晨读经典美文
Inside the Russian Embassy in London a KGB colonel pufTed a cigarette as he read the handwritten note for the third time. There was no need for the writer to express regret, he thought. Correcting this problem would be easy. He would do that in a moment. The thought of it caused a grim smile to appear and joy to his heart. But he pushed away those thoughts and tumed his attention to a framed photograph on his desk. His wife was beautiful, he told himself as he remembered the day they were
married. That was forty-three years ago, and it had been the proudest and happiest day ofhis life,
在伦敦的俄国使馆，一位克格勃上校一边抽着烟，一边读着一张手写的字条，这已是他第3次在读这张字条了口便条的作者不必表示遗憾了，上校这样想着。纠正这个错误其实很容易。他只要一会儿工夫便会做到。想到这里，他的脸上不禁浮现出一种可怕 的笑容，内心深处充满了快乐之情。上校从沉思中游离出来，将注意力集中到桌子上的一个像框上，他的妻子是位美丽的女人，当想起他们成婚的那一天时他不禁自语道。那已是43年前的事情了'可却是他一生中最自豪最幸福的日子。
What had happened to all that time? Why had it passed so quickly, and why hadn't he spent more ofit with her? Why hadn't he held her close and told her more often that he loved her?He cursed himself as a tear came from the comer ofhis eye, ran down his cheek, and then dropped onto the note. He stitTened and wiped his face with the back of his hand. There was no need for remorse or regret, he told himself. In a few moments he would join her and at that time would express his undying love and
devotion.
那些时候都发生了什么?为什么时光流逝得如此之快?为什么他没能将更多的时光用来陪伴她?为什么他没能将她搂紧，更多次地告诉她他爱她? 他于是开始诅咒起自己，泪水也忍不住夺眶而出，流过面颊，最后滴落在字条上。这时，他板起了面孔，用手背揩去了眼泪。已经没有必要来自责与悔恨了他对自己说道。很快他不就会与她团聚了吗?到那时，他将再向她表达他永恒的爱与忠心。
After setting the note ablaze he dropped it into an ashtray and watched it burn. For a time the blaze cast moving shadows on the walls of the darkened room, then they nickered and died out. The colonel dropped the cigarette to the floor and ground it out with his heel, then clutched the photograph to his breast, removed a pistol from his pocket, placed the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trier. In the ashtray a small portion of the note remained. Where it had been wetted by his tear it had failed to bum, and on that scrap of paper were the words “died yesterday”.
他点燃了字条，将它扔进了烟灰缸中，看着它慢慢地燃烧起来。在火苗的映衬下，这间漆黑的屋子里的四壁一时变得影影绰绰。不一会儿 ，火苗成了星星点点，渐渐地熄灭了。上校把香烟扔在了地板上，用后脚跟将其碾灭，随后抓起照片放在自己的胸前。他从衣兜中掏出一把手 枪，将枪筒放进自己的嘴中，接着扣动了扳机。在烟灰缸中还残留着—小片字条，由于被上校的泪水浸湿而未能燃尽。在这块残片上有这样几个字“昨天去世”。
篇7：英文晨读美文
英文晨读美文推荐
Between the preparation and the work, the apprenticeship and the actual dealing with a task or an art, there comes, in the experience of many young men, a period of uncertainty and wandering which is often misunderstood and counted as time wasted, when it is, in fact, a period rich in full and free development. It is as natural for ardent and courageous youth to wish to know what is in life, what it means, and what it holds for its children, as for a child to reach for and search the things that surround and attract it.
Behind every real worker in the world is a real man, and a man has a right to know the conditions under which he must live, and the choices of knowledge, power, and activity which are offered him. In the education of many men and women, therefore, there comes the year of wandering; the experience of traveling from knowledge to knowledge and from occupation to occupation. The forces which go to the making of a powerful man can rarely be adjusted and blended without some disturbance of relations and conditions.
This disturbance is sometimes injurious, because it affects the moral foundations upon which character rests; and for this reason the significance of the experience in its relation to development ought to be sympathetically studied. The birth of the imagination and of the passions, the perception of the richness of life, and the consciousness of the possession of the power to master and use that wealth, create a critical moment in the history of youth, —a moment richer in possibilities of all kinds than comes at any later period. Agitation and ferment of soul are inevitable in that wonderful moment.
There are times when agitation is as normal as is self-control at other and less critical times. The year of wandering is not a manifestation of aimlessness, but of aspiration, and that in its ferment and uncertainty youth is often guided to and finally prepared for its task.
篇8：四级晨读美文
四级晨读美文
厕所文化（Toilet Culture）
Staying at a certain place long enough . Everybody needs to know where the toilet is. I tried to find one when I first visited the Divinity School Library， the oldest school in Yale University： I tried to find the signs with words such as WC， Ladies， Bathroom， and Washroom. I used all the knowledge I had about toilet， but I could not find one. My common sense told me that it was impossible not to find one in the library， so I kept trying. Eventually I found a door on which was a single word： WOMEN.
任何人在一个地方停留一段时间，就需要知道厕所在哪里。当我第一次到耶鲁大学神学院图书馆时——神学院是耶鲁大学最老的学院，我就想找厕所。我首先找“WC”，“Ladies”，“Bathroom”和“Washroom”等字样，我几乎用了我学过有关厕所的所有词汇，但还是没有找到。生活常识告诉我，在这么大的图书馆没有厕所是不可能的，我又继续寻找，最后找到标有“WOMEN”字样的门。
Although it did not look at all like a toilet， I assumed it must be one. And because I couldn't wait any longer， I had to try it. As I opened the door， I was sure I made a mistake， so I came out immediately. For what I had entered was a room much larger than my living room in Beijing， with a standing lamp by an antique-like table on a beautiful green carpet. On one side of the room， there was a very decent brown sofa， above which there was a wall mirrored up to the ceiling. There were two other sofas， by the side of the table. In one corner was a clothes hanger and in another corner was a big pot of green plants. It looked like a sitting room or lobby in a hotel. There was no sign of a toilet. But it was the only possible place a toilet could be. Then I remembered that there was another door in the room， so I went back in and opened the door. And there it was！ What relief！ I found it at last！ The toilet room was only half the size of the outer room. It had only two seats with two sinks. What luxury“！ It was like a two-room flat.
尽管从外表上看一点也不像厕所，但是直觉告诉我，这就是厕所。我确实也憋不住了，不得不去试一下。当我推开门时，我认定我弄错了，立即退了出来。因为我看到的房间比我在北京的客厅还要大。房间里铺着漂亮的绿色地毯，古色古香的桌子旁有一个落地台灯。房间的一侧放着一个相当漂亮的棕色长沙发，沙发上方有一个覆盖了一面墙的大镜子顶着天花板。房间的另一侧在桌子旁是一对单人沙发。房间的一角放着衣架，另一角放着一个种有绿色植物的大花盆，看上去像个豪华宾馆的休息室，一点不像厕所，但是这又是惟一可能是厕所的地方。纳闷时我记起这个房间里还有一个门，我决然走进去，把门打开。如释重负！我终于找到了厕所。它只有外面休息室一半大小的面积，有两个便座和两个洗手池、这太奢侈了！像是个两居室住所。
After I relieved myself， another question occurred to me： since it was impossible for such a big library to have only one toilet， I had to ask someone about toilets. A “Rest Room” is also a toilet. The “rest” had only one seat and it was unisex. Both women and men could use it by locking the door from the inside.
完恭后，我又想，这么大的一个图书馆不可能只有这么一个厕所，我不得不去请教别人。“休息室”，是厕所的另一代词。它只有一个便座，而且是不分性别的.，谁进去只要把门反锁上就可专用。
To refer to a toilet as a “rest room” is miles apart from the Chinese idea of a toilet. I never related the “rest room” with a “toilet”。 Here at Yale， when I use a toilet designated “women”， I feel myself a queen and enjoy looking at myself in a large mirror to see if I am properly attired. And when using a “rest room”， I do have a feeling of rest， because it is clean and has a window with a beautiful view.
“休息室”与中文厕所的概念相距十万八千里。我从没把“休息室”与“厕所”联系在一起。而在耶鲁，当我使用标？quot；women“的厕所时，真有点像当上了皇后的感觉，在休息室大镜子前面自我欣赏一番，整理二下自己的衣着。当我使用”休息室“时，确实领会到休息的实在含意，因为休息室窗明几净，窗外景色迷人。
My experience with the toilet at Yale has enlightened me as to why American visitors often asked for the toilet when they arrived at our university： they may have needed to relieve themselves but they may have needed more to make sure that they were presentable before meeting our president. It is a kind of moment of privacy that they need. I can imagine how disappointed they must have been when they found no mirrors in our toilets！ Their toilets have more functions than ours.
在耶鲁大学使用厕所的经历，使我明白了为什么以前美国来宾到我们学校时，总会问“厕所在哪里？”，现在回想起来，她们有可能是要使用厕所，但更需要的是在去见校长前，梳理化妆一番。她们需要一点“隐私”的时间。我可以想象，当她们发现我们的厕所里没有镜子时，会多么沮丧。她们的厕所功能远比我们的多。
篇9：西班牙语美文晨读
西班牙语美文晨读
Era un jardín sonriente;
era una tranquila fuente
de cristal;
era, a su borde asomada,
una rosa inmaculada
de un rosal.
Era un viejo jardinero
que cuidaba con esmero
del vergel.
Y era la rosa un tesoro
de más quilates que el oro
para él.
A la orilla de la fuente
un caballero pasó,
y la rosa dulcemente
de su tallo separó.
Y al notar el jardinero
que faltaba del rosal,
cantaba así, pla?idero,
receloso de su mal:
- Rosa, la más delicada
que por mi amor cultivada
nunca fue;
rosa la más encendida,
la más fragante y pulida
que cuidé;
blanca estrella que del cielo,
curiosa de ver el suelo,
resbaló;
a la que una mariposa,
de mancharla temerosa,
no llegó.
?Quién te quiere? ?Quién te llama
por tu bien o por tu mal?
?Quién te llevó de la rama,
que no estás en el rosal?...
?
这是一个笑盈盈的花园；
这是一口静悄悄的
水晶之泉；
在她显露的边缘上，
有一朵完美无瑕的玫瑰花，
在那枝头上。
有一位老园丁，
悉心地照顾着她，
这朵玫瑰花。
对于老园丁来说，
这朵玫瑰如此珍贵，
连黄金宝藏都比不上她。
在泉水岸边。
一位骑士路过，
花儿甜蜜地，
与花茎分离，
园丁发现了，
他失去玫瑰花，
唉声叹气地唱着歌，
怀疑是他的错：
玫瑰花，最娇弱的花儿，
我用我前所未有的'爱，
去培育她；
玫瑰花，最火红的花儿，
我照顾的，
最芬芳，
最美丽玫瑰花。
是天空中银白的星星，
好奇想看看地面，
滑落凡间；
一只蝴蝶，
生怕弄脏她，
却没有到达。
谁爱着你？谁是为你好或谁在伤害你？
谁把你从枝头带走，
你怎么不在枝头上了？
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篇10：四级晨读美文
Gump, gifted with a low IQ which lets him be adorably childlike even as he grows up, leads a very charmed life: a mother who loves him immensely and who sleeps with the school principal in order to make sure her child has the best education, a miraculous incident that eliminates the need for him to have braces for his legs, a childhood girlfriend who remains faithful to him till the end, surviving Vietnam with a medal, and, in general, a propensity for turning everything that happens to him into good.
I wonder what the movie is trying to say. From one perspective, it implies that intelligence (as measured by IQs and the general idea of what “smart” is) is a very unnecessary trait. But I think one can look beyond that and say that childlike innocence, which can be considered stupid, has its rewards. Throughout the movie, Gump is in situations where he is harassed by other people but he never takes offense (except, of course, when his girl Jenny is being abused) at any of the insults thrown at him. He is indeed not completely stupid, even though he is portrayed as such, since he can re-assemble guns at high speed, run like crazy, play ping-pong like a maniac, and so on.
The fact that Gump doesn't take offense, I think, is what keeps him content. He becomes a millionaire, but gives most of the money away. He is honest and open and this, along with his Alabama accent, endears him to the audience. But this gets tiresome after a while (especially after 2 hours). I thought the movie was overly long, but that's the only negative thing I have to say.
The traditional male heroes that we have had are all dysfunctional in some respect or another and we are lost without heroes, as Bloom points out. Gump is a new kind of a role-model; he's A Nice Boy and everyone knows they're hard to find. As one reviewer said: “Today the last American hero is a Tom Hanks character with a small IQ”.
Forest Gump is the runaway hit movie of this summer.
篇11：四级晨读美文
It is a plain fact that we are in a world where competition is going on in all areas and at all levels.This is exciting.Yet, on the other hand, competition breeze a pragmatic attitude.People choose to learn things that are useful,and do things that are profitable.Todays' college education is also affected by this general sense of utilitarianism. Many college students choose business nor computing programming as their majors convinced that this professions are where the big money is. It is not unusual to see the college students taking a part time jobs as a warming up for the real battle.I often see my friends taking GRE tests, working on English or computer certificates and taking the driving licence to get a licence. Well, I have nothing against being practical. As the competition in the job market gets more and more intense, students do have reasons to be practical. However, we should never forget that college education is much more than skill training. Just imagine, if your utilitarianism is prevails on campus, living no space for the cultivation of students' minds,or nurturing of their soul. We will see university is training out well trained spiritless working machines.If utilitarianism prevails society, we will see people bond by mind-forged medicals lost in the money-making ventures;we will see humality lossing their grace and dignity, and that would be disastrous.I'd like to think society as a courage and people persumed for profit or fame as a horese that pulls the courage.Yet without the driver picking direction the courage would go straight and may even end out in a precarious situation .A certificate may give you some advantage, but broad horizons, positive attitudes and personal integrities ,these are assets you cannot acquire through any quick fixed way.In today's world, whether highest level of competition is not of skills or expertise , but vision and strategy. Your intellectual quality largely determinds how far you can go in your career.
篇12：四级晨读美文
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, without moving to hide it
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
I want to know if you can see beauty , if you can source your life from god’s presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
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★ 高三晨读的口号
晨读经典美文（整理12篇）
