故事小兔和小狗赛跑 小乌龟和兔子赛跑的故事(9篇)

每个人都曾试图在平淡的学习、工作和生活中写一篇文章。写作是培养人的观察、联想、想象、思维和记忆的重要手段。范文书写有哪些要求呢？我们怎样才能写好一篇范文呢？下面是小编为大家收集的优秀范文，供大家参考借鉴，希望可以帮助到有需要的朋友。

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著名数学家华罗庚读书的方法与众不同。他拿到一本书，不是翻开从头至尾地读，而是对着书思考一会，然后闭目静思。他猜想书的谋篇布局，斟酌完毕再打开书，如果作者的思路与自己猜想的一致，他就不再读了。华罗庚这种猜读法不仅节省了读书时间，而已培养了自己的思维力和想象力，不至于使自己沦为书的奴隶。

相声语言大师侯宝林只上过三年小学，由于他勤奋好学，使他的艺术水平达到了炉火纯青的程度，成为有名的语言专家。有一次，他为了买到自己想买的一部明代笑话书《谑浪》，跑遍了北京城所有的旧书摊也未能如愿。后来，他得知北京图书馆有这部书，就决定把书抄回来。适值冬日，他顶着狂风，冒着大雪，一连十八天都跑到图书馆里去抄书，一部十多万字的书，终于被他抄录到手。

数学家张广厚有一次看到了一篇关于亏值的论文，觉得对自己的研究工作有用处，就一遍又一遍地反复阅读。这篇论文共20多页，他反反复复地念了半年多。因为经常的反复翻摸，洁白的书页上，留下一条明显的黑印。他的妻子对他开玩笑说，这哪叫念书啊，简直是吃书。

世界文豪高尔基对书感情独深，爱书如命。有一次，他的房间失火了，他首先抱起的是书籍，其它的任何东西他都不考虑。为了抢救书籍，他险些被烧死。他说：“书籍一面启示着我的智慧和心灵，一面帮助我在一片烂泥塘里站起来，如果不是书籍的话，我就沉没在这片泥塘里，我就要被愚蠢和下流淹死。”

我最喜欢的名人就是爱迪生，我的梦想就是长大以后成为爱迪生那样的发明家，今天我就和大家分享一下爱迪生的故事。

1847年2月11日，爱迪生出生在美国的一个贫困家庭里。爱迪生小时候不是一个聪明的孩子，但他善于观察思考，对任何事都喜欢刨根问底，经常用一些莫名其妙的问题把父亲问得哑口无言。好在做过教师的母亲，每次都会竭尽所能地给他耐心讲解。

有一天，妈妈发现爱迪生趴在草棚里的草堆上一动不动，便好奇地问：“你在干什么?”没想到爱迪生一本正经地回答：“我在孵小鸡呀!”母亲感到又好气又好笑，对他说道：“人是孵不出小鸡的。”可爱迪生还是追问：“母鸡就是这样孵出小鸡的，为什么我就不能呢?”

爱迪生7岁上学，可是他只上了三个月的课就退学了。因为他满脑袋净是些稀奇古怪的问题，常常把老师问得支支吾吾，不知怎么回答，惹得老师认为他是一个低能儿童，十分讨厌他。最后老师叫来爱迪生的妈妈对她说：“你的孩子太笨了，老是问一些2加2为什么等于4之类的古怪问题。我实在不愿教这样低能的学生。”

爱迪生的母亲一气之下，就让仅仅上了三个月的学的爱迪生退学回家，并决定亲自来教导他，就这样爱迪生便开始

了他的自学课程，在妈妈的教导下，爱迪生进步得非常快。后来爱迪生迷上了妈妈送的《自然读本》这本书，他被书中的科学小实验深深地吸引住了。从此，他开始了他的实验生涯。他拥有两千余项发明，包括对世界影响极大的留声机、电影摄影机和钨丝灯泡等。每当人们都称赞他是“天才”时，爱迪生却说：“所谓的天才，就是百分之一的灵感加百分之九十九的勤奋。”所以我坚信只要我们勤奋努力，我们也会

成为像爱迪生那样的大发明家，为了我们的梦想加油吧!

唐朝有个写诗很多的少年天才——白居易。

白居易五六岁便开始作诗，九岁时对诗的声韵就非常熟悉了。母亲是个慈爱、严格又有文化的妇女，充当白居易的启蒙教师。

不论白天还是黑夜，她总是拿着诗书教导儿子，不过，孩子毕竟是孩子也有偷懒的时候。这时，母亲不去打骂他，而是讲道理，督促他把漏下的学习任务一点一点补上。

就这样，白居易渐渐养成了勤奋学习的好习惯。

有一次，他拿着自己的几首新作，来到在当时很有名望的诗人顾况俯前，顾况漫不经心地瞟了一下名帖，等他一翻开，眼神就像被磁石吸住了，禁不住韵味十足的吟诵起来：“‘野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。’好哇，好!能写出这样诗句的人，想在任何地方住下去，都不是难事!快请进!快请进!”

看到写诗的人竟然是一位少年，就高兴的与他谈起作诗来，不知不觉的就谈到了天黑!这一年白居易才16岁。

从此这个会写诗的少年天才的名字，一下子在长安城传开了。

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性格决定命运。我就是个内向、安静、骨子里要强的人，有人称我为“寂寞高手”。我小时候的理想是当个画家。我3岁开始学画，那时候，父母去上班，因怕我一人在家不安全，就把我反锁在家里，一锁就是一整天，而我就安安静静地呆在家里画画，一画也是一整天。

从那时起，我就养成了独处和静思的习惯。至今，我的朋友也不多。朋友多的话难免要应酬，应酬就要进入嘈杂的公共场所和方方面面的人接触，这样既占用我练球的时间，也不符合我的个性。

我一个人呆在家里看书、看搞笑碟片，吃点零食，偶尔陪妈妈逛街。压力特别大的时候练练瑜伽，一个人静静地打坐，听听轻松的音乐减压，就是我很享受的业余生活状态。

现在想想，安静的人真的很适合做职业台球手，因为打台球需要很专注，凝神思考，耐得住性子，不急不躁，心理素质要特别稳定……而这些，我都具备。如今，能耐得住寂寞的人不多，我偏是其中之一。所以说，先忍受寂寞，再当高手吧。好的心态是成功的必备条件。

前不久，我在美国打公开赛期间，和爱里森费舍尔打的那场球，令我终生难忘。

我曾经和这个世界排名第一的选手交过两次手，过往一胜一负的战绩，让我在比赛中得以轻装上阵。比赛进行到决胜盘8比8平时，局势对我来说是有利的，可我没把握好机会。再者，比赛主场在美国，美国人当然希望自己的选手能赢，所以在我击关键一杆时，主办方突然广播通知，说观众可以换票离场了，结果有些观众就开始在场上走动，这种混乱的局面影响了我的情绪，我最终输掉了本来可以胜利的比赛。

赛后，我沮丧极了！

我跟爱里森这个世界排名第一的顶尖选手已较量到最后，但由于我的失误，没能战胜自己的偶像，这是我无法原谅自己的。

当晚，我彻底失眠。和父亲通话时我说：“这场球，我会记一辈子！”

睡不着的时候，我就重温一个故事：一个女孩在一望无际的沼泽里行走，但她却迷路了。聪明的女孩没有慌乱，而是沿着自己一路留下的脚印回到出发的地方，开始试走新的路线，最终，她离开了茫茫无际的大沼泽。这个故事再一次鞭策我，即使输了一场比赛，只要能从中找到失误和欠缺之处，总能回到起点重新开始。

人不可能事事顺利，一路走来，留下脚印，能找到来时的路就好。这件事之后，我思考过，也许，人能赢自己比赢别人要重要许多。

吃苦是为了做金字塔尖上的人

我的同行说过这样的话：“潘晓婷能有今天的成绩，在意料之中。”可能，他们知道我的付出是常人无法比拟的。

我15岁开始在父亲的球馆里练球，一呆就是4年。

球馆里有个小屋子，里面的一张单人床、一个衣柜就是我全部的财产。

那4年里，父亲给我做了硬性规定，每天练球8至12小时，没有周末，一个礼拜只能休息半天。即使我病了，上午在医院打点滴，下午回到球馆还是要补足当天的练球时间。

以前，家里经济拮据，父亲陪我到北京参加比赛，我们就从山东济宁乘火车一路站到北京。

在北京，因为没钱，我和父亲只能住18元钱一晚的地下室。地下室阴暗潮湿，推门就能闻到刺鼻的霉味儿。

第一次拿了全国冠军，奖金只有4000元，为了能细水长流，我和父亲在全聚德只点了半份烤鸭。看着那半份香气扑鼻的烤鸭，我却痛哭不止。

所有这一切，我都忍受了。因为，我15岁开始摸球杆时，父亲就说过，要想做到最好，就要比别人付出更多、牺牲更多。父亲当过国家级的足球运动员、篮球裁判，后来改行当厨师，又被评为鲁菜特一级厨师。

父亲希望我像他一样，做事要么不做，要做就要做金字塔尖上的人。| 名人故事

为实现这样的目标，人家练3个小时的球，我要多练好几个小时，这样才可能赶超别人。所以，吃不了这份苦，受不了这份罪，趁早放弃，另谋出路；但是，一旦选择了这条道，想要成功，吃苦就成了最基本的准备。就看人有没有对苦难的耐受力，耐受力强的人早晚都能品尝到成功的喜悦。

潘晓婷，职业台球选手，被媒体誉为“9球天后”。

16岁即获1998年“欧立欧杯”全国女子9球公开赛冠军

其后又获20xx年首届亚洲区“球王杯”男女9球混合赛冠军和日本大阪第35届世界女子9球公开赛冠军、

20xx年度世界女子9球“世界杯”季军、

20xx年全日本（9球）锦标赛女子组冠军等奖项。

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《维生素c的故事》是苏教版小学语文四上的一篇课文，文章记叙了维生素c的发现经过。文中写哥伦布带领船队在大西洋探险中遇到了“海上凶神”的怪病，部分被留在荒岛上的病重船员靠吃野果子存活了下来，由野果子人们发现了人体不可缺少的维生素c。这篇课文告诉我们：许多科学的新发现都是在生活实践中经过细心观察、反复研究才获得的。

读罢全文，我觉得课文的语言平实、浅显、流畅，全文叙述有条有理，层次清晰。在教学过程中我着重抓住了两条线，较好的把握了文章的重点，同时也巧妙地化解了文章的难点：

一、抓“海上凶神”关键词，体会航海之苦，探究船员病因。

通过读文，学生很快能从文章的最后一个自然段读懂，所谓的“海上凶神”实际上就是“坏血病”，它是由于人体长期缺乏维生素c引起的。可是，在当时，哥伦布及他的船员知道这是一种什么病吗?(不知道)得了这病有怎样的症状?(病人先是感到浑身无力，走不动路，接着就会全身出血，然后慢慢地死去。)指导学生读好这句话，读出“海上凶神“的可怕。

“那时，航海生活不光非常艰苦，而且充满危险。”这是课文第二自然段的中心句。这句话不仅点明了航海的艰险，更暗含了船员们得病的原因：因为在漫长的航海生活中，船员们所能吃到的只有黑面包和咸鱼。

二、抓哥伦布情感线索，感受人物心理，探究发现过程。

哥伦布的情感变化是串联整个故事的一条比较明显的线索，教学中紧扣这条线索，不仅能突出重点，而且有利于激发学生学生的探究意识使学生更好地把握课文主旨。

教学中，引导学生着重体会，哥伦布在航海不到一半路程看到已经有十几个船员相继病倒时“心情十分沉重”。那些病重的船员为了不拖累大家，主动要求留在荒岛，哥伦布“噙着眼泪点了点头……”的矛盾心情。当哥伦布的船队胜利返航接近荒岛时哥伦布心情“越来越沉重”。到最后看到他的那些船员劫后余生时的“又惊又喜”。进而引导学生以“重逢”为题，想象说话。把那些在荒岛上的船员是如何活下来的，说出来。通过他们前后所吃食物的不同探究治愈“海上凶神”这种怪病的良方，从而揭开它神秘的面纱。

哥伦布得知那些留在荒岛上的船员活下来的原因后，并没有停止探究，而是急切地把他的疑问告诉了医生，最后才发现了维生素c。这样文章主旨的揭示就水到渠成了：“许多科学的新发现都是在生活实践中经过细心观察、反复研究才获得的。”

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“今天的作业真简……”话音未落，最后一道题就把我难住了，我打开脑中的“思维基地”认真思索起来。可想着想着就发起了呆，不禁拿起小刀向桌上划去，刚划了一刀，只听“呀”的一声，我往四周一看，没有人呀，正当我感到奇怪时，一个女孩甜美的声音萦绕在我的耳畔：“你好，我是眼泪国的女王。”我吃惊地猛一抬头，一个小女孩缓缓地出现在我眼前。

这个小女孩一身神奇的装束：七彩的螺旋帽顶上有两个大窟窿，从那里伸出了两条长长的、冰柱般的冲天辫，漂亮的白色短裙下穿着一双透明的长靴。

小女孩温柔地对我说：“想来眼泪国看一看吗？

我说：“眼泪国？在哪里？怎么进去？”

她对我说：“只要用你的手指沾一滴眼泪，对准我的手指点一下，你就能进来了。”

我用手沾了一下硬挤出的眼泪，抹在手上与那个小女孩的手指点了一下，顿时天旋地转，当我再次睁开眼时，已经来到了一个奇特的城楼前。那是用眼泪加糖凝固后筑成的城堡。

我跟随女王走进了城堡，大街上除了马路以外，基本上都是眼泪的物体，并且每一个物体都不会融化。这时一个人看到我和女王便哭着走过来，我好奇地问：“你为什么这么伤心？”那个人却说：“你没发烧吧？”我不解地望着女王。“在这里，眼泪是神圣的、快乐的。”女王解释道，“当你们地球人快乐时，我们这里的每一个人就会流下眼泪，快乐的眼泪。”

女王带领我参观到正午时分，邀请我品尝这里的特色美味，端上来的是眼泪加糯米搅在一起蒸出来的`一块块方形粘糕，味道咸涩，很难下咽，当我强忍着咽下一口后，一种呛鼻的感觉使我流下了眼泪。

这时我从梦中惊醒，看看手中的小刀，想想梦中眼泪国的故事，我笑了笑，轻轻地把它放入了笔袋。

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推荐理由：

我们每个人都有过那样的时代，开始想要拒绝父母，想要成为自己，只是在那个年龄我们不曾意识到，无论怎样我们都是父母眼里永远的孩子，需要疼爱需要呵护。

一个不美满的结局，一个永不可能实现的心愿，一个父亲伟大的心，一个儿子深切的忏悔。

很感人，很动人，几乎让人流泪。

the board meeting had come to an end. bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "how embarrassing. i am getting so clumsy in my old age."

the board meeting had come to an end. bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "how embarrassing. i am getting so clumsy in my old age."

everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. it came around to frank who sat quietly listening to the others. someone said, "come on, frank. tell us your most embarrassing moment."

frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "i grew up in san pedro. my dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. he had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. he worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. not just enough for our family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home."

frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "i grew up in san pedro. my dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. he had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. he worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. not just enough for our family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home."

he looked at us and said, "i wish you could have met my dad. he was a big man, and he was >

推荐理由：

类似的故事看过不少，可是仍然没有办法不揪心。眼睁睁地看着四岁的儿子消失在眼前，对于一个父亲来说，最痛苦的事莫过于此。可是谁能给他不牺牲的理由？

短小精悍，也很容易懂。

there was once a bridge which spanned a large river. during most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides of the bridge. but at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.

a switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. one evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. he stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. he turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. if the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. this would be a passenger train with many people aboard. he left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. he would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. he could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. he kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. many lives depended on this man‘s strength.

then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "daddy, where are you?" his four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. his first impulse was to cry out to the child, "run! run!" but the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. the man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. but he realized that he could not get back to the lever. either the people on the train or his little son must die. he took a moment to make his decision.

the train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. they did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.

now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man‘s heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our father in heaven when he sacrificed his son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. can there be any wonder that he caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when his son died? how does he feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done for us thru jesus christ?

推荐理由：

生活就是一面镜子，你对它微笑，它也对你微笑；你对它哭泣，它也对你哭泣。

可能有些老套。但是这是英文版的。

long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the house of 1000 mirrors. a small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. when he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. he looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. to his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. he smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. as he left the house, he thought to himself, "this is a wonderful place. i will come back and visit it often." in this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. he slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. when he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. as he left, he thought to himself, "that is a horrible place, and i will never go back there again."

all the faces in the world are mirrors. what kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

as told by chris p. cash

推荐理由：

这篇故事里，一个父亲，不仅原谅了杀害儿子的凶手，而且希望能收凶手为养子，让他做自己的继承人。

再不可思议的事情，也有它的理由。

如果连这都可以原谅，那么这世间再没有任何事让你记恨。

让更多人来感受一颗博大宽容的心吧。

a letter written to a man on death row by the father of the man whom the man on death row had killed:

you are probably surprised that i, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but i ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. as the father of the man whom you took part in murdering, i have something very important to say to you.

i forgive you. with all my heart, i forgive you. i realize it may be hard for you to believe, but i really do. at your trial, when you confessed to your part in the events that cost my son his life and asked for my forgiveness, i immediately granted you that forgiving love from my heart. i can only hope you believe me and will accept my forgiveness.

but this is not all i have to say to you. i want to make you an offer -- i want you to become my adopted child. you see, my son who died was my only child, and i now want to share my life with you and leave my riches to you. this may not make sense to you or anyone else, but i believe you are worth the offer. i have arranged matters so that if you will receive my offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but you also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death will be dismissed. at that point, you will become my adopted child and heir to all my riches.

i realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you -- you might be tempted to reject my offer completely -- but i make it to you without reservation.

also, i realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer to one who cost my son his life, but i now have a great love and an unchangeable forgiveness in my heart for you.

finally, you may be concerned that once you accept my offer you may do something to cause you to be denied your rights as an heir to my wealth. nothing could be further from the truth. if i can forgive you for your part in my son‘s death, i can forgive you for anything. i know you never will be perfect, but you do not have to be perfect to receive my offer. besides, i believe that once you have accepted my offer and begin to experience the riches that will come to you from me, that your primary (though not always) response will be gratitude and loyalty.

some would call me foolish for my offer to you, but i wish for you to call me your father.

sincerely,

the father of jesus

bob richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart.

practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. but being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. at all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.

this teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. he never missed a game. this young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. but his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn‘t want to.

but the young man loved football and decided to hang in there he was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he‘d get to play when he became a senior. all through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. his faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. when the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did.

the coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

the news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. his father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. this persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.

it was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. the young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "my father died this morning. is it all right if i miss practice today?" the coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "take the rest of the week off, son. and don‘t even plan to come back to the game on saturday."

saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. in the third quarter,when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. as he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "coach, please let me play. i‘ve just got to play today," said the young man. the coach pretended not to hear him. there was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. but the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "all right," he said."you can go in." before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. this little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. the opposing team could not stop him. he ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. his team began to triumph. the score was soon tied. in the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. the fans broke loose. his teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. such cheering you never heard.

finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone the coach came to him and said, " kid, i can‘t believe it. you were fantastic! tell me what got into you? how did you do it?"

he looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" the young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and i wanted to show him i could do it!"

like the athlete‘s father, god is always there cheering for us. he‘s always reminding us to go on. he‘s even offering us his hand for he knows what is best, and is willing to give us what we need and not simply what we want. god has never missed a single game. what a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the highest. live for him for he‘s watching us in the game of life!

推荐理由：

生活中不是缺少美，而是缺少发现美的眼睛；生活中不是缺少快乐，而是缺少感受快乐的心。

如果双目失明，我们是不是一定不快乐？如果健健康康，我们是不是一定快乐？

它再一次告诉我们，快乐在心。

the park bench was deserted as i sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.

and if that weren‘t enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. he stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "look what i found!"

in his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, i faked a small smile and then shifted away.

but instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "it sure smells pretty and it‘s beautiful, too. that‘s why i picked it; here, it‘s for you."

the weed before me was dying or dead. not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. but i knew i must take it, or he might never leave. so i reached for the flower, and replied, "just what i need."

but instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. it was then that i noticed for the very first time, that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

i heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun. as i thanked him for picking the very best one. "you‘re welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he‘d had on my day.

i sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. how did he know of my self-indulged plight? perhaps from his heart, he‘d been blessed with true sight.

through the eyes of a blind child, at last i could see, the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. and for all of those times i myself had been blind, i vowed to see beauty, and appreciate every second that‘s mine.

and then i held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose and smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

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推荐理由：

总有一天，算计别人的时候，会算到自己的头上。

故事有些小小的幽默，并且意味深长。

a great and wise man once called one of his workmen to him saying, "go into the far country and build for me a house. the decisions of planning and of actual construction will be yours, but remember, i shall come to accept your work for a very special friend of mine."

and so the workman departed with a light heart for his field of labor. material of all kinds was plentiful here, but the workman had a mind of his own. "surely," he thought, "i know my business. i can use a bit of inferior materials here and cheat on my workmanship a little there, and still make the finished work look good. only i will know that what i have built has weaknesses."

and so, at last the work was completed and the workman reported back to the great and wise man. "very good," he said. "now remember that i wanted you to use only the finest materials and craftsmanship in this house because i wanted to make present of it——my friend, you are the one i had you build it for. it is all yours."

how much like man. he comes to earth a stranger. he has his free agency. he may build as he likes. but on the morning of his resurrection he will receive what he has built for an eternal home and habitation.

推荐理由：

永远积极面对人生，真的那么容易吗?每一天,你都可以选择开心或是不开心；但是有一天，你必须去选择，是生，还是死，你发现只要你选择生存，你就一定可以。态度就是一切。

禁不住想为主人公jerry喝彩。

这是一篇很容易懂的文章，越到后面一切越出人意料。极力推荐。

attitude is everything

by francie baltazar-schwartz

jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. he was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. when someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "if i were any better, i would be twins!"

he was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. the reason the waiters followed jerry was because of his attitude. he was a natural motivator. if an employee was having a bad day, jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

seeing this really made me curious, so one day i went up to jerry and asked him, "i don‘t get it! you can‘t be a positive person all of the time. how do you do it?" jerry replied, "each morning i wake up and say to myself, jerry, you have two choices today. you can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.‘ i choose to be in a good mood. each time something bad happens, i can choose to be a victim or i can choose to learn from it. i choose to learn from it. every time someone comes to me complaining, i can choose to accept their complaining or i can point out the positive side of life. i choose the positive side of life."

"yeah, right, it‘s not that easy," i protested.

"yes it is," jerry said. "life is all about choices. when you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. you choose how you react to situations. you choose how people will affect your mood. you choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. the bottom line: it‘s your choice how you live life."

i reflected on what jerry said. soon thereafter, i left the restaurant industry to start my own business. we lost touch, but often thought about him when i made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

several years later, i heard that jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. while trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. the robbers panicked and shot him. luckily, jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. after 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

i saw jerry about six months after the accident. when i asked him how he was, he replied, "if i were any better, i‘d be twins. wanna see my scars?"

i declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "the first thing that went through my mind was that i should have locked the back door," jerry replied. "then, as i lay on the floor, i remembered that i had two choices: i could choose to live, or i could choose to die. i chose to live.

"weren‘t you scared? did you lose consciousness?" i asked. jerry continued, "the paramedics were great. they kept telling me i was going to be fine. but when they wheeled me into the emergency room and i saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, i got really scared. in their eyes, i read, ‘he‘s a dead man. " i knew i needed to take action."

"what did you do?" i asked.

"well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said jerry. "she asked if i was allergic to anything. ‘yes,‘ i replied. the doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.. i took a deep breath and yelled, ‘bullets!‘ over their laughter, i told them, ‘i am choosing to live. operate on me as if i am alive, not dead."

jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. i learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. attitude, after all, is everything.

推荐理由：

从这篇文章里面，我至少感受到两点：第一，人的潜力是无穷的，很多时候你认为自己做不到的事情，其实可以。就像一些看似根深蒂固的习惯，其实可以改变。第二，正如文中所说，言语的伤害有时候比身体的伤害更严重，这个道理谁都懂，但是文中所用的比喻真的太绝妙。

the fence

there was a little boy with a bad temper. his father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. the first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. then it gradually dwindled down. he discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. finally the day came when the boy didn‘t lose his temper at all. he told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. the days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. he said, "you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. the fence will never be the same. when you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. you can put a knife in a man and draw it out. it won‘t matter how many times you say i‘m sorry, the wound is still there. a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. they make you smile and encourage you to succeed. they lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

推荐理由:

在每一个爱你的人眼里，你都是最美丽的，连缺点都是美丽的。

所以我们每个人都可以自信满满，有理由有资本去自信，只要拥有了爱。

a grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.

the children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.

"you‘ve got so many freckles, there‘s no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.

embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. her grandmother knelt down next to her. "i love your freckles," she said.

"not me," the girl replied.

"well, when i was a little girl i always wanted freckles" she said, tracing her finger across the child‘s cheek. "freckles are beautiful!"

the girl looked up. "really?" "of course," said the grandmother. "why, just name me one thing that‘s prettier than freckles."

the little girl peered into the old woman‘s smiling face. "wrinkles," she answered softly.

contributed by father pat

精选故事小兔和小狗赛跑(精)六

炎炎夏日转瞬即逝，伴随着丝丝凉意，姥姥又开始准备灌风干肠了。

风干肠的香料是从老家寄来的，那里寄托了太多太多的记忆，应对故乡，我们只是背井离乡偶而梦回的孩子。

有了香料，就要买肉，要买上好的精瘦肉。肉买回来要剁肉，剁得碎碎的。这时候，拿一个大大的盆，放上剁好的肉，加上香料，再加上盐、香油、酱油等调料。姥姥把双手洗净来拌肉，要慢慢地慢慢地拌，这和和面有很大的不一样，面有筋道，肉是软的，手法、手感都不相同。大约半小时后，姥姥拌完了肉，手上的裂痕中浸满了肉汁，飘出丝丝肉香，我又享受又心酸，摇摇头离开了。

这样的工作要做大半天，姥姥和姥爷轮流来做。

临近傍晚，姥爷从一个粘粘补补的小盒子里细心翼翼地拿出“灌肠机”——反正我是这么起名的。长辈们的老东西啊，好多我都不懂。这时候，容不得我多想，全家人都会围到桌前。姥姥会拿出泡得发软的肠衣，慢慢地套到“灌肠机”前面的孔上，肠衣很软很滑。套好了一个人往里面塞肉，一个人用力摇手柄，还有一个人向下剥肠衣，免得撑爆了。外人看来，这活儿难度极高，但在姥爷的指挥下，一切变得简单了。

“孩子他爸，去绞肉，这样。”姥爷边说边示范了一下摇手柄。

又吼道：“孩子他妈，来剥下肠衣，我歇一会儿。”

一家人早已全都通晓细节，无须多言，直接开工。我虽是懂得，却心不灵手不巧，往往弄得肠衣粗一截细一截。姥爷看得好笑，伸出熟练又稳重的大手，一点一点教我往下剥，时不时带着言语的喝斥：“懂吗？要这样，多简单呀，想好了再动手，你个小傻瓜！”说完用手指弹了一下我的头，又休息去了。

灌肠并不快，要慢慢地来。我很难想像家乡的秋天，几个东北大汉静手静脚地侍弄这东西。

姥爷经常聊起他年轻时候：“我跟你姥姥年轻那时候，我手就这么轻轻一碰，肉就流得满地都是，哎！”说着比了一个滑稽的动作，逗得我哈哈大笑。

之后，姥爷又娓娓道来，“你可明白，为啥做这风干肠吗？这东北的冬天可长了，大冬天的，没有新鲜肉吃，做了这肠就能吃上一个冬天呢！”

灌了一天的肠，之后又是串线、又是挂杆晾晒，忙到大半夜，直到晨曦微露时家人才匆忙睡去。

风干肠，顾名思义，最终要风吹上十多天进行风干，那时候才会迎来真正的盛宴。冬天的时候，一家人在温暖的屋内吃着香喷喷的肉肠，听姥爷婉婉道来年轻时的故事，心里暖和。

这些年家里很少灌肠了，也许是长辈们老了吧，我多想趁着这时候多了解了解他们，读懂长辈的故事。终究长辈们也是被家乡抛弃的孩子，他们的故事已变成了淡淡的记忆了！

精选故事小兔和小狗赛跑(精)七

那空荡荡的房子，那孤单的骨头棒子，那发霉的狗粮，这一切，显得毫无生机。这毫无生机地方的主人，曾是一只可爱活泼的小狗，欢乐地生活在一个温暖的大家庭里，可是，这些事和这些温暖动人的画面，早已是以往了，那些我和这只可爱的小狗之间的事，也永远是以往了……

那是一年的夏天，我刚抱回了一只毛绒绒，全身上下都可爱极了的小家伙，我看着这可爱的小家伙，“给这只小狗取什么名字呢？”

“小贵宾？”“不，太俗了？”“小可爱？”“还是太俗了”。“那叫什么？”“小傻蛋？”“你才是傻蛋。”“在班上，别人老叫我‘土豆’要不，我是大土豆，它是小土豆？”“好啊，还能够”……我轻轻地抚摸它，叫了声“小土豆！”，“汪”小土豆似懂非懂地叫了声……

那是它第一次吵得我们睡不着觉。

“爸爸，我们睡觉了，那小土豆怎样办呢？”“没事，把它放在它的小房子里就行了。”我把小土豆放在笼子里便去睡了，我昏沉沉地睡着，突然“汪汪”地叫了起来，我立刻去抱小土豆，安抚了下来，可没多久，又汪汪地叫了起来，就这样，我一夜没睡好……

那是我第一次给它喂食。

“爸爸，小土豆饿得汪汪叫，我想喂它吃饭。”“你自我去喂给它吃，狗粮用热水泡好，记得要软。”爸爸懒洋洋地说。我细心翼翼地把我精心数好的狗粮放进一次性杯用热水冲，冲好之后我慢慢地把水倒掉，喂给小土豆吃，我看着小土豆狼吞虎咽地把东西吃完，心里开心而欢乐极了……

那是它第一次生病。

“小土豆，坚持住！”这是小土豆第三次吐出东西了，我担心地看着小土豆，小土豆一副病态，我拿来一个勺子喂它，我倒了点药，慢慢地把勺子倒入小土豆的口里，看着那药液一点一点地流到它的口中，我紧张极了，“哈！”我舒了一口气，第二天，我看到小土豆又来敲我的门，心里开心极了……

那是它第一次安慰我。

“哎，真是的！”今日，我又被爸爸打了，恼火的很，正当我气得不行时，小土豆“汪汪”地叫了起来，我俯下身子，摸着它，小土豆眨着一双黑黑的大眼睛，把一只小爪放在我手上，“汪”了一声，在我的感觉中，小土豆像一个人，在安慰我……

那是我最终一次听到小土豆的叫声。

“今日是我生日，我们先出去玩吧！”我正准备出门时，小土豆飞快地跑来，我抱着小土豆说：“我先出去一下，到时候再回来。”我把小土豆放下后，出门了。等到我回来时，看到的却是一个空笼子，我撕心裂肺地叫喊：“小土豆！”“小土豆！”……我明明白找不到了，却还是去找，眼，早已被眼水模糊，疯狂地喊叫着“小土豆！”最终，我没力气了，倚在墙上慢慢地滑落下来，嘴里含着咸咸的泪水，喃喃道：“小土豆，你不要走，你为什么？我们还有很多第一次还没有干，今日还是我生日，你还没有庆祝我生日，还没有吃生日蛋糕呢，为什么？为什么？”我的泪已干，哭已哭不出来了，我呆呆地望着墙，嘴里依然喃喃着小土豆这句话……

那以往属于一只名叫小土豆的房子，骨头，狗粮，是否也孤单呢？那一只狗与一个小男孩的故事也到了尽头，那以往的一切，也成为了过去，这个我与这只小狗的事，也永远成为了事，这只名叫小土豆的狗也不明白此刻在哪，仅有我，回忆着这一个已经终结了的故事……

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要快速有效地取得突破，比较常用的方法是：“集中巨大的人力、物力和财力，去对付一个问题。”不过，尽管“如果10个人1天能挖10米的沟渠，那么20个人1天一定能够完成20米”，然而，“如果一只母鸡三周可以孵一窝蛋，那么两只母鸡一周半能孵出一窝小鸡”却并不成立。任何时候，我们都要分清，我们要做的事情究竟是“挖渠”还是“孵蛋”。

如今实力不断壮大、强大到甚至让比尔·盖茨都有点寝食难安的google公司，其飞速发展的成功秘诀，究竟是什么呢?也许下面的内容能让你有所启发。

google的页面十分干净，只有一个简洁朴素的关键词输入框，没有一条广告的干扰。google的创始人拉里·佩吉指出：“我们的页面会如此干净，并不是因为我和布林(google的另一个创始人)有洁癖，而是因为这是一个商业决策。”

原来，google的创始人们推出这个页面后，很快就意识到，对于搜索引擎用户而言，这就足够了。

美国webtop统计公司的调查报告也证实了这一点：人们如果在12秒钟内找不到自己所需要的内容，就会超出忍耐的限度，从而选择离开。因此，google页面的空白部分包含着巨大的商业价值：每个月至少会吸引来5000万忠实用户，并且用户满意率高达97%!

google的成功启示了我们：合适的才是最好的!

在“中国鞋王”奥康集团内部流传着这样一个故事。

在20xx年第一季度工作总结报告会上，轮到公司事业部某经理汇报，该经理兴致勃勃地讲到：“一季度原计划开店70家，最终开店110家，超额完成任务。”

奥康集团总裁王振滔听着听着皱起了眉头，他直言不讳地说：“这是严重超标，是很不好的工作习惯。”

事业部经理一听，感到非常委屈：原以为会得到表扬，却换来了批评。他当时很想不通，自己取得了这么好的成绩，怎么反而会遭到老板的责备呢。他正想要和老板争辩，王振滔便迅速地接上刚才的话茬，语重心长地说：“你试想一下嘛，你超标了这么多，你的管理、物流和人员能跟得上吗?如果不能保证质量，就不但不会形成有效的市场规模效益，反而打乱了原有的平衡。这样做，相当于是‘捡了芝麻，丢了西瓜’。盲目开店的结果，往往是开一家，死一家，最终都是在做无用功。”

善于打比方、讲故事的王振滔顿了顿，然后对那位感觉受了委屈的经理循循善诱起来：“这就好比一对夫妇原来只想要一个孩子，没料到却生了三胞胎，这对他们来说绝对是一件哭笑不得的事情。你想啊，家里人口一下子由两口变成了五口，人多是热闹了，但抚养起来可就压力大喽!”

王振滔总裁最后向与会的所有人强调：“诸位请记住，最适合的才是最好的，我们不需要最优秀的!”这个道理说起来虽然很简单，但这个注重合适的平衡之术确实让他的部下好好地思量了一番。

“最合适的才是最好的，我们不需要最优秀的。”这句话理解起来可不是一件简单的事情，然而，谁能领悟好了它，谁就能学会用更少的投入获得更大产出，能更好地胜任自己的工作，把握好自己的前程。

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在我的印象中，也可以说是，在我的耳朵中；她，一直是位很唠叨，啰嗦，很斤斤计较的人。

她是一位可以为了一块钱跟商家拉扯半天，可以为了一件事重复给你说上数十遍的人。我从小到大一直很烦她，她总是不能按着我所预料的结果去做，她总是喜欢唠唠叨叨的，她一有时间就会与我同说她年轻时候的故事，她说得最多的故事，我都可以背下来了：

在她年轻的时候，她们那个小巷里有个裁缝铺，那里有个女裁缝，她说那里的人总是称呼她老嫚，别的也不了解，只知道她是上海人，但普通话说得极好。她们那儿的姑娘总爱去那儿做衣裳，不为别的，因为那老嫚的话儿说得极好。那个时候，谁家的女子不会女红啊，一个个绣出来的花儿美极了。每逢过年，她们都会自制一双花鞋过年，家家户户都会蒸几笼馒头、包子留着过年。

她是个爱唠叨的人，不只是年龄的缘故还是什么？

我干了一件什么事，她总要说很久，我忘了什么，她会在那絮絮叨叨的说些什么，我只要一出门，她总会嘱咐我很久，给我准备一切要带的东西。我一直都认为她是一个斤斤计较的人，她总是会做一些让我觉得很掉价的事情：她会在大街上大声说话，她会在有人的情况下训斥我……直到我终于发现了那个我早该发现的事情：她在大街上大声说话是怕路边太吵，我没听见；她在有人的情况下训斥我，是为了让我不再犯错；她总会嘱咐我很久，是因为她的记性很差，她怕她会忘了告诉我；她总爱说年轻时候的故事，是因为她也曾有过青春；她与商家拉扯半天，是因为年轻时就不富裕，能省一笔是一笔；她那些省下的钱都拿去为我和家里买东西了，但她自己总会舍不得花一分钱，她总是会用各种方法推辞。

她勤俭持家，她也会害怕孤独，她也曾拥有过青春……

那些在耳朵里安家的故事们，每天都在诉说着，诉说着种种，诉说着光阴如梭。

奶奶只是个孩子，岁月你别伤害她。