1--4激情晨读英语美文

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m the point of view of society [01:]is necessary labor is from his own point of view voluntary play. [01:]Whether a job is to be classified as labor or work depends, [01:]not on the job itself, but on the tastes of the individual [01:]who undertakes it. The difference does not, for example, [01:]coincide with the difference between a manual and mental job。 [01:]a gardener or a cobbler may be a worker, a bank clerk a laborer. [01:]Which a man is can be seen from his attitude toward leisure. [01:]To a worker, leisure means simply the hours he needs [01:]to relax and rest in order to work efficiently. [02:]He is therefore more likely to take too little leisure [02:]than too much。 workers die of coronaries and fet [02:]their wives’ birthdays. To the laborer, on the other hand, [02:]leisure means freedom from pulsion, so that it is natural [02:]for him to imagine that the fewer hours he has to spend laboring, [02:]and the more hours he is free to play, the better. [00:]Chapter Two To See a World in a Grain of Sand [00:]To see a world in a grain of sand, [00:]And a heaven in a wild flower, [00:]Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, [00:]And eternity in an hour. [00:]——William Blake [00:]Two Truths to Live by [00:]By Alexander M. Schindler [00:]The art of living is to know when to hold fast [00:]and when to let go. For life is a paradox: [00:]it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts [00:]even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. [00:]The rabbis of old put it this way: “A man es to [00:]this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, [00:]his hand is open.”Surely we ought to hold fast [01:]to life, for it is wondrous, and full of a beauty [01:]that breaks through every pore of God’s own earth. [01:]We know that this is so, but all too often we [01:]recognize this truth only in our backward glance [01:]when we remember what it was and then suddenly [01:]realize that it is no remember [01:]a beauty that faded, a love that waned. [01:]But we remember with far greater pain that [01:]we did not see that beauty when it flowered, [01:]that we failed to respond with love when [01:]it was recent experience retaught me [01:]this truth. I was hospitalized following a [01:]severe heart attack and had been in intensive care [01:]for several days. It was not a pleasant place. [01:]One morning, I had to have some additional tests. [01:]The required machines were located in a building [01:]at the opposite end of the hospital, so I [01:]had to be wheeled across the courtyard on a gurney. [01:]As we emerged from our unit, the sunlight hit me. [02:]That’s all there was to my experience. Just the light [02:]of the sun, and yet how beautiful it was — how warming, [02:]how sparkling, how brilliant!I looked to see [02:]whether anyone else relished the sun’s golden glow, [02:]but everyone was hurrying to and fro, most with eyes [02:]fixed on the ground. Then I remembered how often I, [02:]too, had been indifferent to the grandeur of each day, [02:]too preoccupied with petty and sometimes even mean [02:]concerns to respond to the splendor of it all. [02:]The insight gleaned from that experience is really [02:]as monplace as was the experience itself: [02:]life’s gifts are precious — but we are [02:]too heedless of then is the first pole [02:]of life’s paradoxical demands on us: [02:]Never too busy for the wonder and the awe of life. [02:]Be reverent before each dawning day. [02:]Embrace hour. Seize each golden minute. [02:]Hold fast to life, but not so fast that [03:]you cannot let go. This is the second side of [03:]life’s coin, the opposite pole of its paradox: [03:]we must accept our losses, and learn how to let go. [00:]My Favorite Fruit [00:]By Alan Alexander Milne [00:]Of the fruits of the year I give my vote [00:]to the orange. In the first place it is a perennial [00:]— if not in actual fact, at least in [00:]the greengrocer’s shop. On the days when dessert [00:]is a name given to a handful of chocolates and [00:]a little preserved ginger, when mac233。 doine de fruits [00:]is the title bestowed on some raisins and two prunes, [00:]then the orange, however sour, es nobly to the rescue。 [00:]and on those other days of plenty when cherries [00:]and strawberries riot together upon the table, [00:]the orange, sweeter than ever, is still there [00:]to hold its own. Bread and butter, beef and mutton, [00:]eggs and bacon, are not more necessary to [00:]an ordered existence than the orange. [00:]It is well that the monest fruit should be [00:]also the best. Of the virtues of the orange I have not [01:]room fully to speak. It has properties of health giving, [01:]as it cures influenza and establishes the plexion. [01:]It is clean, for whoever handles it on its way to [01:]your table but handles its outer covering, its top coat, [01:]which is left in the hall. It is round, and forms [01:]an excellent substitute with the young for a cricket ball. [01:]The pips can be flicked at your enemies, and quite [01:]a small piece of peel makes a slide for an old gentleman. [01:]But all this would count nothing had not the orange [01:]such delightful qualities of taste. I dare not [01:]let myself go upon this subject. I am a slave [01:]to its with the orange we go live [01:]year in and year out. That speaks well for the orange. [01:]The fact is that there is an honesty about the orange [01:]which appeals to all of us. If it is going to be bad [01:]— for the best of us are bad sometimes — [01:]it begins to be bad from the outside, not from the inside. [02:]How many a pear which presents a blooming face to the world [02:]is rotten at the core. How many an innocentlooking apple [02:]is harboring a worm in the bud. B。