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英语文章优美文章 A man had a little daughter—an only and much-loved child. He lived for her—she was his life. So when she became ill, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth竭尽全力 to bring about her restoration to health. His best efforts, however, proved unavailing无效的，徒劳的 and the child died. The father became a bitter recluse隐士 , shutting himself away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self. But one night he had a dream. He was in heaven, witnessing a grand宏伟的 pageant盛会，游行 of all the little child angels. They were marching in a line passing by the Great White Throne. Every white-robed angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one child’s candle was not lighted. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own little girl. Rushing to her, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked, “How is it, darling, that your candle alone is unlighted?” “Daddy, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out.” Just then he awoke from his dream. The lesson was crystal clear极其明白 , and its effects were immediate. From that hour on he was not a recluse, but mingled融合 freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates. No longer would his darling’s candle be extinguished by his useless tears. Smiles send us light in the darkness. Smiles bring us warm sunlight on a cold winter day. Smiles can break the hard ice. Smiles are like the rainbow. The rainy days end and the sky is beautiful again. 微笑在黑暗中给我们送来光明。微笑在寒冷的冬日带给我们温暖的阳光。微笑能打破坚冰。微笑犹如彩虹，雨天结束，天空重现美丽。 Smiles show love and friendship. Teachers’ smiles encourage us. Mothers’ smiles warm us. Friends’ smiles make us closer. 微笑体现着爱和友谊。老师的微笑激励着我们，母亲的微笑使我们感到温暖，朋友的微笑使我们更加亲密。 We welcome smiles from others. And we should give others our smiles too. No one is richer than a man who often smiles at others. If a man doesn’t smile at you, just smile at him. Smiles help you forget your sadness. Life is a long road. Why not cover it with smiles? 我们欢迎别人的微笑，我们也该向别人微笑。没有谁会比一个经常向别人微笑的人更富有。如果一个人没有对你微笑，就向他微笑吧。微笑让你忘却悲伤。生活之路很漫长，我们为什么不微笑着一直走下去呢? Every April I am beset by困扰 the same concern-that spring might not occur this year. The landscape looks forsaken被抛弃的 , with hills, sky and forest forming a single gray meld, like the wash an artist paints on a canvas帆布 before the masterwork. My spirits ebb, as they did during an April snowfall when I first came to Maine 15 years ago. "Just wait," a neithbor counseled. "You'll wake up one morning and spring will just be here." Andlo, on May 3 that year I awoke to a green so startling as to be almost electric, as if spring were simply a matter of flipping a switch. Hills, sky and forest revealed their purples, blues and green. Leaves had unfurled展开 , goldfinches had arrived at the feeder and daffodils水仙花 were fighting their way heavenward. Then there was the old apple tree. It sits on an undeveloped lot in my neighborhood. It belongs to no one and therefore to everyone. The tree's dark twisted branches sprawl in unpruned abandon. Each spring it blossoms so profusely that the air becomes saturated with the aroma of apple. When I drive by with my windows rolled down, it gives me the feeling of moving in another element, like a kid on a water slide. Until last year, I thought I was the only one aware of this tree. And then one day, in a fit of spring madness, I set out with pruner and lopper to remove a few errant branches. No sooner had I arrived under its boughs than neighbors opened their windows and stepped onto their porches. These were people I barely knew and seldom spoke to, but it was as if I had come unbidden未受邀请的 into their personal gardens. My mobile-home neighbor was the first to speak."You're not cutting it down, are you?" Another neighbor winced as I lopped off砍掉 a branch. "Don't kill it, now," he cautioned. Soon half the neighborhood had joined me under the apple arbor. It struck me that I had lived there for five years and only now was learning these people's names, what they did for a living and how they passed the winter. It was as if the old apple tree gathering us under its boughs for the dual purpose of acquaintanceship and shared wonder. I couldn't help recalling Robert Frost's* words: The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods One thaw led to another. Just the other day I saw one of my neighbors at the local store. He remarked how this recent winter had been especially long and lamented哀悼 not having seen or spoken at length to anyone in our neighborhood. And then, recouping his thoughts, he looked at me and said, "We need to prune修剪 that apple tree again." 感谢您的阅读，祝您生活愉快。 本文来源：https://www.dywdw.cn/6ba309f32d60ddccda38376baf1ffc4fff47e292.html
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2022-08-30
