新时代精神经典美文关于奉献精神的英语美文

1、新时代精神经典美文关于奉献精神的英语美文把别人的幸福当做自己的幸福，把鲜花奉献给他人，把棘刺留给自己 ! 了关于奉献精神的英语美文，欢迎阅读!无私奉献One day a young manwas 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

2、 a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young manwas very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."

3、 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 whe

4、re whole pieces were missing.The people stared how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young manlooked 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 s

5、cars 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 pieceof their heart which fits in

6、to the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have somerough 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 goug

7、es 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 someday 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 hi

8、s 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 old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in th

9、e 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.一个年轻人站在城镇的中央，宣布他的心是整个山谷中最美丽的心。

10、围观的群众很多，他们都称赞他的心的确是最完美的，没有一点伤痕或者瑕疵。真的， 他们一致认为这实在是他们见过的最美丽的心。这个年轻人非常自豪，更加起劲地大声吹捧自己那颗美丽的心。突然，一位老人出现在人群面前，他说：“你的心不如我的美丽。”围观群众和年轻人都朝老人的心看去，它有力地跳动着，却布满了伤疤，有的地方被挖走了，虽然重新补上了，但修补得不甚完整，留下参差不齐的疤痕。实际上，有的地方还露出很深的豁口。人们睁大了眼睛他们想： 他怎能说自己的心更美丽呢?年轻人看了看老人的心，见是这种情形，不禁笑了起来： “你不是在开玩笑吧?”他说。“把你的心和我的比一下，我的心是那么完美，而你的心却布满了伤疤和

11、裂痕。”“是的，”老人说，“你的心从表面来看很完美，但我绝不会跟你交换。你看， 每个伤疤都代表我为别人献出的一份爱我掏出一块心给他们，他们常常会掏出自己的一块回赠给我，但由于这两块不完全一样，伤口的边缘就留下了疤痕，不过我十分珍惜这些疤痕，因为它们能使我想起我们共同拥有的爱心。有时我送出了心，其他人并没有回赠给我，因此就出现了这些深孔献出爱只是创造机会。尽管这些伤口疼痛，并且整日敞开着，却能使我想起我给予他们的爱。我希望有一天，他们能够回来填补上我心里的空间。你们现在明白什么是真正的美丽了吧?”年轻人默默无语地站着，泪水顺着脸颊流下。他走到这位老人身边，把手伸进自己完美而年轻美丽的心里，撕下一

12、块来。他用颤抖的双手把它献给这位老人。老人接过馈赠，把它放进自己的心里。然后他从自己疤痕累累的心里掏出一块，放在年轻人心里的那个伤口上。正好放进去，但不是特别吻合，因为有一些疤痕。年轻人看着自己的心，看起来不再完美但比以前更美丽了，因为老人心中的爱也流淌到了他的心里。他们互相拥抱，然后肩并肩离开了。We are living in one of those periods in human historywhich are marked by recolutionary changes in all of man's ideas and values. It is a time whe

13、n every one of us must look withinhimself 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 overe the crisis in which we in our world find ourselves.I believe in people, in sheer, unadult

14、erated humanity, Ibelieve 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 poss

15、ibilities for the future, therecan be no hope for the future, but only bitterness that the past has gone.I believe we must, each of us, makea 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 clever

16、ness in disguising your own selfishness. They say that life is simply the short gap in between an unpleasant birth and an inevitable death. There are others who say that manis born into evil and sinfulness and that life is a process of purification through suffering and that death is the reward for

17、having suffered.There are others who say that manis a kind of machine which operates aording 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 a

18、re 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 whobelieves and who acts. There is only the single human being who lives and who, through ever

19、y moment of his own personal living experience, is being happy or unhappy,noble or base, wise or unwise, or simply existing.The question is: Howcan these individual momentsof human experience be filled with the richness of a philosophy which can sustain the individual in his own life?Unless we give

20、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 humanlives. The fact that the native endowment of the young mind is one of liberalismand confidence in the powers of manfor good is the basis of my philosop

21、hy.And if only mancan 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,bined with a faith in the future.There are as many roads to the attainment of wisdom and goodness as there are people who undertaketo wa

22、lk them.There are as 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 as many ideas and ideals as there are men of good will who will hold them in their minds and act them in their lives.爱的奉献When one loves ones Art no service s

23、eems too hard.Joe cameout of the Middle West with a genius for pictorial art2. At six he drew a picture of the town pumpwith an important citizen passing it hurriedly. This work was framed3 and hung in the drug store window. At twenty he left for New York.Delia did things in music so well in a pine-

24、tree villagein the South that her relatives raised a little money for herto go “ North ” and “ finish. ” They could not see her, but that is our story.Joe and Delia met in a studio where a number of art and music students had gathered to discuss all kinds of arts.Joe and Delia fell in love with each

25、 other, and in a short time were married for, when one loves one s Art no service seems too hard.The couple began housekeeping in a flat. It was a lonelyflat. And they were happy; for they had their Art and they had each other. youJoe was painting in the class of the great Magisterknow his fame. His

26、 fees are high; his lessons are light hishigh-lights have brought him fame. Delia was studying under Rosenstock a very strict piano teacher.They were very happy as long as their moneylasted. So is everybody. Their aims were very clear. They hoped their arts could bring them wealth and fame.But the b

27、est, in myopinion, was the homelife in the little flat the warm chats after the day s study; the fortable dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions4; the mutual help and inspiration; and meat and cheese sandwiches at 11 p. m.But after a while Art flagged5. It sometimes does,

28、even if nobody flags it. Everything going out and nothing ing in. Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Rosenstock their prices. When one loves one s Art no service seems too hard. So, Delia said she must give music lessons to make a living.For two or three days she went out hunting for pupils.

29、One evening she came home happily.“ Joe, dear, ” she said, “ I ve a pupil. And, oh, the loveliest people! General General Pinkney s daughter on Seventy-first Street. Such a splendid house, Joe you ought to see the front door! Byzantine6. I think you would call it. And inside! Oh, Joe, I never saw an

30、ything like it before.“ My pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her already. She s a delicate thing dresses always in white; and the sweetest, simplest manners! Only eighteen years old. Imto give three lessons a week; and, just think, Joe! $5 a lesson. I don t mind it a bit; for when I ge

31、t two or three more pupils I can once again take up mylessons with Rosenstock. Now, smooth out that wrinkle between your brows7, dear, and let s have a _ _ 一一一力nice supper. ”“ That s all right for you, Dele, ” said Joe, opening a can of peas with a carving knife, “ but how about me? Do you think I m

32、 going to let you hurry for wages while I enjoy thetaste of high art? No! I guess I can do something, and bring in a dollar or two. ”Delia came and hung about his neck.“ Joe, dear, you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had left my music and gone to work at something else

33、. While I teach I learn. I am always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on $15 a week. You mustn t think of leaving Mr. Magister. ”“ All right, ” said Joe, reaching for the vegetable dish. “ But I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isn t Art. Butyou re great and a dear to d

34、o it. ”“ When one loves one s Art no service seems too hard, ” said Delia.“ Magister praised the sky in that sketch8 I made in the park, ” said Joe. “ And Tinkle gave me permission to hang two of them in his window. I may sell one if the right kind of a rich fellow sees them.I msure you will,said De

35、lia sweetly.Andnowlets be thankful for General Pinkney and this roast.”During all of the next week the couple had an early breakfast. Joe was excited about somesketches he was doing in Central Park, and Delia prepared breakfast for him, praised, and kissed at seven o clock. It was most times seven o

36、 clock when he returned in the evening.At the end of the week Delia, sweetly proud but tired, threw three five-dollar bills on the 8 by 10 (inches) centre table of the 8 by 10 (feet) flat room9.“ Sometimes,” she said, “ Clementina tires me. I mafraid she doesn t practise enough, and I have to tell h

37、er the same things so often. And then she always dresses entirely in white, and that does get monotonous10. But General Pinkney is the dearest old man! I wish you could know him, Joe. He es in sometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano and stands there pulling his white beard. And how are the

38、semiquavers and the demi-semiquavers progressing11? he always asks.“ I wish you could see the wainscoting in that drawing-room, Joe! ”And then Joe, with the air of a Monte Cristo12, drew outa ten, a five, a two and a one all legal notes13 and laid them beside Delia s earnings.“ Sold that water-colou

39、r to a man from Peoria, ” he announced happily.“ Don t joke with me,” said Delia “ not from Peoria! ”“ All the way. I wish you could see him, Dele. Fat manwith a woolen coat. He sawthe sketch in Tinkle s window and thought it was a windmill14 and bought it anyhow. He ordered another an oil sketch of

40、 the Lackawannafreight depot15 to take back with him. Music lessons! Oh, I guess Art is still in it.”“ I mso glad you ve kept on, ” said Delia heartily. “ You re sure to win, dear. Thirty-three dollars! Wenever had so much to spend before. We ll have a rich dinner to-night.On the next Saturday eveni

41、ng Joe reached home first. He spread his $18 on the table and washed what seemedto be a great deal of dark paint from his hands.Half an hour later Delia arrived, her right hand tied up in a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages16.“ How is this? ” asked Joe after the usual greetings.Delia laughed, b

42、ut not very joyously.“ Clementina, ” she explained, “ insisted upon a Welsh rabbit17 after her lesson. She is such a strange girl. Welsh rabbits at five in the afternoon. The General was there. Youshould have seen him run for the chafing dish18, Joe, just asif there wasn t a servant in the house. I

43、know Clementina isn t in good health; she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled19 a great lot of it, boiling hot, over myhand and wrist. It hurt terribly, Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry! ButGeneral Pinkney! Joe, that old man nearly went crazy. He rushed downstairs and sent somebodyou

44、t to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesn t hurt so muchnow.”“ What s this? ” asked Joe, taking the hand softly and pulling at some white strands20 under the bandages.“ It s something soft, ” said Delia, “ that had oil on it. Oh, Joe, did you sell another sketch?” She ha

45、d seen themoney on the table.“ Did I? ” said Joe. “ Just ask the man from Peoria. He got his sketch today, and he isn t sure but he thinks he wants another parkscape and a view on the Hudson21. What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Dele? ”“ Five o clock, I think, ” said Dele . “ The iron

46、I mean the rabbit cameoff the fire about that time. You ought to have seen General Pinkney, Joe, when ”“ Sit down here a moment, Dele, ” said Joe. He drew her to the couch, sat down beside her and put his arm across her shoulders.What have you been doing for the last two weeks, Dele?he asked.She sat in silence for a moment or two with an eye full of love, and murmured a phrase