优秀英语作文美丽的心灵第1篇
When i was growing up, i was embarrassed to be seen with my father. he was severely crippled and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare. i would inwardly squirm at the unwanted attention. if he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on.
It was difficult to coordinate our steps —— his halting, mine impatient —— and because of that, we didn't say much as we went along. but as we started out, he always said, "you set the pace. i will try to adjust to you. "our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. he went to work sick, and despite nasty weather. he almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. a matter of pride.
When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help. at such times my sisters or i would pull him through the streets of brooklyn, ny, on a child's sleigh to the subway entrance. once there, he would cling to the handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice-free. in manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in brooklyn' on his way home.when i think of it now, i marvel at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to subject himself to such indignity and stress. and at how he did it —— without bitterness or complaint 。
He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. what he looked for in others was a "good heart"，and if he found one, the owner was good enough for that i am older, i believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though i still don' t know precisely what a "good heart" is. but i know the times i don’t have one myself.unable to engage in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way. when a local sandlot baseball team found itself |without a manager, he kept it going. he was a knowledgeable baseball fan and often took me to ebbets field to see the brooklyn dodgers play. he liked to go to dances and parties, where he could have a good time just sitting and watching.
On one memorable occasion a fight broke out at a beach party, with everyone punching and shoving. he wasn't content to sit and watch, but he couldn't stand unaided on the soft sand. in frustration he began to shout, "i' ll fight anyone who will tit down with me!"nobody did. but the next day people kidded him by saying it was the first time any fighter was urged to take a dive even before the bout began.i now know he participated in some things vicariously through me, his only son. when i played ball (poorly)，he "played" too. when i joined the navy he "joined" too. and when i came home on leave, he saw to it that " i visited his office. introducing me, he was really saying, "this is my son, but it is also me, and i could have done this, too, if things had been different." those words were never said aloud.
He has been gone many years now, but i think of him often. i wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. if he did, i am sorry i never told him how sorry i was, how unworthy i was, how i regretted it. i think of him when i complain about trifles, when i am envious of another's good fortune, when i don't have a "good heart"。
At such times i put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, "you set the pace, i will try to adjust to you."
优秀英语作文美丽的心灵第2篇
父母说：“我有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名……”
孩子说：“我是你们的孩子，我将来会成为一名……”
省略号的内容由你决定！教育与经验之间是有区别的。教育就是从阅读文字所得到的，而经验是从不阅读而得到的。看一个故事，你就会明白“伟大的学习来自于教育和经验的结合”。
一名青年教师梦见天使出现在他面前，对他说：“你将会有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名世界领袖。你得让她意识到自己的智慧，增长自信心，开发她果断不失细腻，虚心而又坚韧的性格特质，你会如何为她做准备呢？”
梦醒时，青年教师一身冷汗。他从没经历过这种事情。照梦中所说的，他现在或将来的学生之中的任何一个人都有可能有成为他梦中听到的那个人物。他准备好了要去帮助他们实现每一个志向吗？他默默想：“既然知道了某一个学生会成为那个人物，那么我的教学方式该怎么改变一下呢？”一步一步地，他已经开始暗自筹划了。
这名学生不仅需要有经历，而且需要有人指导。他的教学方式改变了。对他而言，每一个走过他教室的年轻人都有可能成为未来的世界领袖。他看这些学生时，不是看他们曾经是什么样子，而是看他们将来可能成为什么样子。他以一种平和的心态期盼学生发挥最大的潜力。他在教育学生时，仿佛世界的未来完全掌握在他的教导中。
多年以后，他所认识的一名女子成为举世瞩目的人物。这时他才悟出，她就是那晚梦中天使所说的那个女孩。只是，她不是他的学生，而是他的女儿。在女儿一生所遇到的老师之中，他是最棒的。
我听过这样一句话：“孩子是我们给自己无法预见的某个时间、某个地点所发送出去的活信息。”可这并不仅仅是一则有关一个无名教师的寓言，而是有关你我的寓言——不论我们是为人父母，还是为人师表。而这个故事——我们的故事，其实是这样开始的：
“你将有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名……”你来填完这个句子吧，如果不填“世界领袖”，那么“绝世好爸”也行；再要不“优秀教师”？“妙手神医”？“不按常理出牌的问题克星”？“鼓舞人心的艺术家”？或是“慷慨无私的慈善家”？
你会在何地、如何遇见这个孩子，那是一个谜。可是，你要相信，一个孩子的将来很有可能就取决于你给他/她所造成的影响；也要相信，孩子会出人头地的。对你来说，任何孩子都是不平凡的，你也因此脱胎换骨。
A young school teacher had a dream that an angel appeared to him and said, “You will be given a child who will grow up to become a world leader. How will you prepare her so that she will realize her intelligence, grow in confidence, develop both her assertiveness and sensitivity, be open-minded, yet strong in character？”
The young teacher awoke in a cold sweat. It had never occurred to him before——any ONE of his present or future students could be the person described in his dream. Was he preparing them to rise to ANY POSITION to which they may aspire？He thought, “How might my teaching change if I KNEW that one of my students were this person？” He gradually began to formulate a plan in his mind.
This student would need experience as well as instruction. His teaching changed. Every young person who walked through his classroom became, for him, a future world leader. He saw each one, not as they were, but as they could be. He expected the best from his students, yet tempered it with compassion. He taught each one as if the future of the world depended on his instruction.
After many years, a woman he knew rose to a position of world prominence. He realized that she must surely have been the girl described in his dream. Only she was not one of his students, but rather his daughter. For of all the various teachers in her life, her father was the best.
I’ve heard it said that “Children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.” But this isn’t simply a parable about an unnamed school teacher. It is a parable about you and me——whether or not we are parents or even teachers. And the story, OUR story, actually begins like this:
“You will be given a child who will grow up to become…” You finish the sentence. If not a world leader, then a superb father？An excellent teacher？A gifted healer？An innovative problem solver？An inspiring artist？A generous philanthropist？
Where and how you will encounter this child is a mystery. But believe that one child’s future may depend upon influence only you can provide, and something remarkable will happen. For no young person will ever be ordinary to you again. And you will never be the same.
优秀英语作文美丽的心灵第3篇
Today, I saw an very interesting movie. The story was about a boy met a girl who lived next to him since he was very small. The girl was so active and the boy was very shy. The boy was scared by the girl’s passion. When they were middle school students, the boy tried to get rid of the girl, but the boy started to realize the girl was very special. Though she was not as beautiful as the girl he once liked at school, he was attracted by her feature. The girl had a beautiful soul. She was not skin-deep and she has her own thinking. The boy realized that she was the best.
今天，我看了一部非常有趣的电影。这个故事是关于一个男孩在他很小的时候就遇到一个住在他隔壁的女孩。女孩非常活跃活泼，而男孩却很害羞。男孩被女孩的热情给吓着了。当他们上初中时，男孩试图摆脱这个女孩，不过他也开始慢慢意识到这个女孩是非常特别的。虽然她没有他在学校曾经喜欢过的那个女孩子那么漂亮，但是他被她的性格所吸引。这个女孩有着美丽的心灵，一点都不肤浅。她有自己的想法。男孩发现这个女孩才是最好的。
优秀英语作文美丽的心灵第4篇
when she was very little, he would pick her up, hum a tune and dance with her around the room, and he would tell her, "i love you, little girl."
when the little girl was growing up, the great man would hug her and tell her, "i love you, little girl." the little girl would pout and say, "im not a little girl anymore." then the man would laugh and say, "but to me, youll always be my little girl."the little girl who-was-not-little-anymore left her home and went into the world. as she learned more about herself, she learned more about the man. she saw that he truly was great and strong, for now she recognized his strengths. one of his strengths was his ability to epress his love to his family. it didnt matter where she went in the world, the man would call her and say, "i love you, little girl."
the day came when the little girl who-was-not-little-anymore received a phone call. the great man was damaged. he had had a stroke. he was aphasic, they eplained to the girl. he couldnt talk anymore and they werent sure that he could understand the words spoken to him he could no longer smile, laugh, walk, hug, dance or tell the little girl who-was-not-little-anymore that he loved her.and so she went to the side of the great man. when she walked into the room and saw him, he looked small and not strong at all. he looked at her and tried to speak, but he could not.
the little girl did the only thing she could do. she climbed up on the bed net to the great man. tears ran from both of their eyes and she drew her arms around the useless shoulders of her father.her head on his chest, she thought of many things. she remembered the wonderful times together and how she had always felt protected and cherished by the great man. she felt grief for the loss she was to endure, the words of love that had comforted her.and then she heard from within the man, the beat of his heart. the heart where the music and the words had always lived. the heart beat on, steadily unconcerned about the damage to the rest of the body. and while she rested there, the magic happened. she heard what she needed to hear.
his heart beat out the words that his mouth could no longer say …
i love you! i love you! i love you!
little girl! little girl! little girl!
and she was comforted.
