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【精选】英文作文合集六篇

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【精选】英文作文合集六篇

英文作文篇1

　　One’s achievement isn’t for money and fame,but for being well.

　　Franklin.D.Roosevelt once said:“Success is doing what you want to do.”I believe it firmly. Personal satisfaction that you got from the process for the dream, is the best reward for your achievement, which gives you spiritual legacy. As a matter of fact, spiritual legacy is more valuable than wealth and fame in my thought, because the latter can only make you happy for a short while.Those men, aimed at fame and wealth, couldn’t insist on working hard for their dreams all the time and easily meet their waterloo. Besides, they sometimes are called“dogs in the manger.”

　　It is obvious that if you just long for money and power, your dreams aren’t real dreams. Also, as for me, it is in order to make my life meaningful that I study hard everyday. I sometimes thought of Madam Gurie, a great scientist who twice won The Nobel Prize, concentrated her thought and energy on her research and experiments all her life. But what impressed me most aren’t her achievements she got then, but her attitudes towards wealth and fame. How it surprised me that she gave her medals to her daughter as toys and contributed her bonus to research. Did she love wealth and fame better rather than personal satisfactionThe answer is obvious.

　　When I was young ,my father often went fishing with me on weekends. After having sought out a good place and having made everything prepared, we could lie on the grass for a whole day. Not expecting for any fishes, we relaxed ourselves and enjoyed the sightseeing around us. The happiness and fulfillment we got were more valuable to me rather than the cheap fishes.

　　To care for wisdom and truth and improvement of the soul is far better than to seek money and honor and reputation. Although I still have a lot of difficulties achieving my goals, the happiness and fulfillment I have received will motivate me to go on with them.

　　In a word, I am a man who agrees that the personal satisfaction is the best reward for one’s achievement. I am a slow walker, but I’ll never walk backwards.

英文作文篇2

　　他是我的好朋友(He is my good friend)

　　my pet is a toy bear. his name is small white. he is white. he has blue eyes and blue ears. his hands and feet are blue too. he is naughty. he likes to make fun of me. he likes reading. when i am unhappy, he accompanies me. he is my good friend.

　　我的好朋友(My good friend)

　　my good friendi have a good friens,his name is zhou xiaoqiang.he is 15 years old.he likes play basketball and good at basketball.he is tall and thin.his studies is very good.all teacher like him.his favorite subject is math and english. his nose is very beautiful.i like him very much.

　　译文：我的好朋友我有一个好朋友，他叫周小强。他今年15岁。他喜欢打篮球并且有一个较高的.水平。他的身高和身材。他学习很出色。他最喜欢的主题是数字和应该。他的鼻子很漂亮，总是分享他的主题。

　　好朋友(good friend)

　　i have a good friend. she is a beautiful girl. she has long black hair, two big black eyes and a red mouth. her voice is better. she is good at singing. she is a clever girl. she likes reading books , playing computer games and chess. she is also nice. she often helps us . our classmates like her very much..

　　他是我的好朋友(He is my good friend)

　　MyGoodFriend_500字

　　my good friendi have a good friend. she is a girl. and she is pretty. she is very good at english! and her english grades are very well! my good friend is a student of hengfu road middle school in class five junior one. she is 13 years old. she is 1 years older than me. and she has two beautiful eyes. she has a cherry mouth and a little nose. she loves to smile. and her smile is very beautiful. do you know her hobby? let me tell you! her favourite sport is badminton. she enjoys doing housework and playing computer games. so her mother loves her very much. and all of her family love her, too.i am very happy to be her friends!! class five, junior one long meimiao no. 29

　　Mr.Good

　　I could’ve kicked myself for chasing a woman bass player all the way to Cincinnati: a month after I got there, I left her for a twenty-three-year-old grocery clerk. A few weeks later that was over, too, and I didn’t even have money for a bus ticket back to Dallas. I hadn’t been able to find a gig since I’d moved.

　　I tried finding work in a music store, and then started applying anywhere and everywhere—fast food, motels, convenience stores—and finally to stay out of a homeless shelter I had to pawn the only one of my guitars worth much, a 1965 Gibson Hummingbird. I stayed drunk for two days. Then I started working day labor so I could get it back. I was mixing mortar and carrying bricks, which I hated because it messed with my hands. The second week I smashed a thumbnail.Everyday I went to the pawnshop to make sure the guitar was still there. The owner looked like a vaguely degenerate antique dealer in a movie.

　　He wore a vest. Every morning I got up at five and made the half-hour walk to the temp service, a trailer set up in a gravel lot. The place looked like a used car dealership without any cars and the owner was a big thick guy named Purcell who was quick to let you know he was retired Navy. The whole set up was pretty shady. Pay was always in cash and you had to get there before dawn to get a job. Except for me the crowd was all Mexican, illegals I’m pretty sure. They stayed to themselves, so I’d stand alone while we waited for Purcell to show up and smoke and drink coffee and think about how I was going to smash the guitar over a low brick wall once I got it back. My father gave it to me when I was eighteen. One afternoon, 1979, when my high school let out he was in the parking lot sitting on the hood of an old Lincoln he’d parked sideways across five spaces. You couldn’t miss him any way you looked. He was dressed in the same outfit Hank Williams was buried in.

　　I hadn’t heard from him for seven years. I told my friends I was supposed to meet with a teacher and went back inside and hid in the bathroom—I figured if I waited long enough he’d leave. The janitor ran me out of there so I wouldn’t interfere with his drinking. I killed some time walking the halls, then fooling at my locker. Finally the assistant principal who was locking up made me leave.He was still outside. It was deserted now. He smiled and waved. "Thought that was you I saw," he said. "Figured I’d wait."I nodded. I didn’t know what to say."I hear you’re getting ready to be a high school graduate," he said.I nodded again."That’s real good." He cocked his head, looking at me and smiling. "Your grandma don’t mind your hair being that long?""She hasn’t said anything.""First time I came in with a duck tail she chased me with the scissors." He took a pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket and rapped it on his knee and a single cigarette jumped halfway out, and if he hadn’t been my father that would’ve been cool as hell.He wanted to go get a hamburger.

　　The inside of the Lincoln smelled like a strip club at six AM. The radio was missing. I reminded him how to get to McKenna’s, a place that had curb service. After we got our drinks he poured part of his Coke out the window and filled it back up from a pint of bourbon he pulled from under the seat. He offered me the bottle but I shook my head."Don’t drink?" he asked. I shrugged.He nodded. "Don’t seem to talk, either."After seven years that crawled all over me. I turned away and stared out my window."Ah son," he said, "I know, I know. I . . . well," and then I heard his cup slosh. I was looking out at a station wagon where a woman was handing around soft serve cones to her kids. A little boy in the backseat was looking back at me.

　　"Your grandma tells me you’re playing now," he said."Yeah." I still didn’t look at him."What’re you doing?"I was in a bad cover band that played sock hops and dances at country clubs. I’d been listening to Earl Klugh and Wes Montgomery, too, trying some of that out."Not much," I said.The boy pulled his nose up with his thumb and grinned. He had braces. His mother had on a green scarf. "I guess you don’t go in for Bob Wills and such," he said."No," I said. "Not many do anymore," he said. "That’s why this car’s such a piece of shit."Then neither of us said anything. A long minute passed, then another. The little boy kept making faces between licks of his cone. Then the mother caught him. After a glance at me, she jerked him around by the collar.

　　I heard him splash bourbon into his cup again.Then the car hop brought the tray with the food and hung it on his window and I felt like I could finally turn around."Anything else?" she asked. She was bleach blond and pudgy—I recognized her from school a couple years back but didn’t know her. She had on white jeans and a pink shirt with the tails tied into a knot below her breasts. When you looked at her all you saw was stomach."You all got any ice cream left in there?"

　　he said."Sure," she said."Then get you one and charge it on my ticket. Girl who looks sweet as cake needs some ice cream to go with her."She giggled. "Or maybe you want a drink of this special Co’-Cola instead?" he asked.She leered, looked left and then right. "Sure," she said. He handed her the cup and she ducked her head and took a drink."When they let you off here?" he said."Not soon enough," she said. "The horse’s ass that runs the place keeps us here half the night.""Well, we’re big boys," he said. "We get to stay up late."I opened my door and got out. He looked around. "Hey, where you going?"

　　I shut the door. My eyes met the girl’s over the roof of the car, then I ducked my head in the window. "I’ve got to go," I said. "I’ll see you," and I started away from the car. "Hey!" he yelled.But I didn’t turn around. He yelled a couple more times but I kept going. When I was far enough away I looked back. The girl was still standing at the Lincoln. I was hoping he’d be waiting outside the house when I got home. He wasn’t.A week later a notice came from Martin’s Drugs saying I had a Trailways package. It was a cardboard box wrapped in brown butcher’s paper and tied with string, light to carry but about the size of Shakespeare’s coffin. When I got it home and opened it I found a new calfskin guitar case packed in newspaper and inside that was the Hummingbird. The guitar was in good shape, but the words Mr Good were scratched in tall letters on the back of the body. In the bottom of the case was a note:SonI wont you to have this a fine instrumint i bought it new in 1965.

　　Maybe somday we can play together i can teech you some Bob wills. The only thing about it is i got no idee how the writing got on the back i woke up in a motel in oddessa tex 8 yeer ago and it was almost nite and their it was this is stil a good guitar. Dad I hadn’t heard from him since. If he was alive he’d be sixty-three, and the older I got the more I wished I could see him. We’d have something to talk about now that I’d made every mistake he had. Once I was living with a psychologist and she started ribbing me after she saw how I took such good care of the Gibson.

　　Better take Mr. Good to soccer practice, she’d say, or Mr. Good says he wants to order Chinese. If she hadn’t been so good-looking I wouldn’t have put up with her—she’d come home after counseling all day and make astrology charts on her clients and smoke pot. She finally drank enough coffee one morning to think to ask how I got the guitar. I told her the story about my dad. "That’s cute," she said.I just stared at her."What is it?" she said.I shook my head."No, what is it?" she asked, almost hysterical."Nothing," I said. "Just looking at your hair."* * *It was cold. I was in Purcell’s lot, smoking, drinking coffee, half-listening to the Spanish talk all around me.

　　I had seven hundred dollars in my socks—after getting paid today I’d have enough to get the Gibson back, and after Monday and Tuesday I’d have enough to go back to Dallas—and then suddenly an angry shout came from behind the trailer, then another. The lot quickly fell silent. Then the Spanish started up again and most of the men walked over and looked behind the trailer but as soon they did they started leaving, some running, and in about two minutes the place was deserted except for me.I kept watching the trailer, about fifteen yards away.

　　Nothing. I couldn’t hear anything either but the hum of the arc lights. I didn’t know what to do. I was kind of scared, but I had to try to work that day, no matter what, so I decided to stay where I was and wait for Purcell to show up. I started to light another cigarette, then footsteps sounded on the gravel and a man staggered around the side of the trailer. He was clutching his side and when he saw me he said something in Spanish.

　　He was big, at least three hundred pounds, and looked like a bear coming toward me. Then he just stopped and stood there. I could hear his breathing. He sank to his knees like a camel sitting down and fell over.For about a hundred and fifty dollars I would’ve left.But there weren’t any philanthropists in the vicinity. I went over to him. He had rolled onto his back and when he saw me standing over him he started talking in Spanish.

　　He had a rip in the side of his thin jacket and there were dark stains around it. I took off my denim coat and kneeled down, and when he saw what I was doing he moved his hands and let me use the coat as a compress. Some warm blood soaked into the denim, but not much. He seemed more panicked than anything. He just kept on jabbering. Then I heard other voices. Two Mexicans were standing a few yards away, at the edge of the light. "Habla ingles?" I called out."No much, no much," the taller of the two said.

　　I got him to hold the jacket in place and right away he and the injured man started talking, arguing it sounded like. I ran the three blocks to the store where I made a point of buying my coffee every morning because I liked the way the clerk looked. I asked her to call 911. "Sorry, the phone’s not public," she said."Are you kidding?" I said.She shook her head. "That’s the rule.""But a guy’s been knifed or something."She hesitated, then looked at her watch, a pink thing the size of a coaster. "My manager’s due here any minute now and he says you can’t let the phone thing get started or people’ll be asking to use it all the time." She looked over my shoulder. "Could you move, please?"

　　I stepped over but stayed at the counter and an old black guy in a baseball cap moved up and gave her numbers for a lottery ticket. "So you’re not going to call?" I said."No," she said.I went outside and picked up the receiver on the pay phone on the side of the building and put it to my ear even though I knew it was dead.

　　I asked two people going into the store if they had cell phones—both shook their heads, though one had his in a holster on his belt. Then I ran back to the temp service because there wasn’t another payphone nearby and I didn’t know what else to do.Purcell was there. He had his headlights directed onto the scene and he stood in their beams next to the injured man and the two Mexicans who were squatting over him. The shorter one, who I could now see was an older man, was crying. "I can’t have this kind of helling going on here," Purcell was saying."Mr. Purcell," I said.He jerked his head around and squinted into the headlights. "Hey, who’s there?" He recognized me. "So did you see what happened here?" "No. I just tried to call an ambulance but I couldn’t find a phone."He waved like he was shooing a fly. "I checked him, he doesn’t need one. It’d be a waste of the taxpayers’ money. All he’s got is a little lard sliced off." Then he put his hands on his hips and stared down at the man. He had on a white short sleeve shirt and a dark tie; I had never seen him in a coat, no matter the temperature.

　　"Hey," he said loudly and all three Mexicans looked up at him and he spoke to them in broken Spanish. The tall one holding my jacket answered.According to Purcell’s translation: the two Mexicans who had stayed were from the same town in Mexico as the injured man, and the older one was his uncle or cousin or something. Two days ago the tall Mexican had heard that the injured man—who looked at least thirty—had gotten someone’s teenage daughter pregnant.

　　The tall Mexican wasn’t sure who the girl was, but he’d heard there’d been a blow up with her father. "I didn’t think there was anybody left who cared about that," Purcell said. He took out a pack of Juicy Fruit and put a stick in his mouth. He stared down at the man, his face a brown study. I crossed my arms and hugged myself. I was freezing."This has implications," Purcell said. "We should probably call an ambulance," I said."We might do that," he said.

　　"But we’ve got to move him off this property first."I didn’t say anything, but Purcell jerked his head around like I had."Just because this pussel-gut decides to tap some Mexican cheerleader, I should have to pay double and triple on my liability insurance? And as for the police," he said, "what’d you think: Columbo’s gonna show up here at dawn?" He pulled a wallet-on-a-chain out of his back pocket and started speaking Spanish again. When he finished all three Mexicans nodded. The old one wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Then Purcell took out two fifty-dollar bills and handed one to each of the two squatting men. They both spoke to the injured man, patted him on the shoulder, then stood up and left.

　　Purcell bent over the injured man and slipped two bills into his pants pocket. He spoke to him and the man answered. Purcell replied, his voice angry. The man shook his head back and forth on the ground. Purcell started cursing in English. He turned to me, "Sack of shit says he can’t get up.""Huh," I said.Purcell gave the man a little kick in the hip and said something in Spanish. Then he grabbed the man’s arm and tried to haul him up. He didn’t budge.

　　He was dead weight. Purcell dropped his arm. "All right," he said, "you get his shoulders and I’ll get his legs," and he stepped around the man to his feet. I didn’t move. He waved. "Come on, let’s go.""That’s my coat there," I pointed."Yeah? So?" he said."It’s ruined," I said.His expression deadened as he figured it out, which took about two seconds. He shook his head and cursed again. He took out his wallet and handed over a fifty."I need a hundred more," I said.If either of us had been smoking the whole block would’ve exploded. "Listen," he said, "I wouldn’t be paying anybody anything if I could speak enough Spanish to make these tacos understand if they don’t do what I say I’ll tell the police whatever I want. But even though you’re a goddamn briar you understand me, don’t you?""The police might hassle me on your sayso," I said, "but that’s about all they could do. And think about it. If I do end up talking to them, I’m such a briar I might let it slip how you run a straight cash business."He turned his back to me and started muttering. He stayed that way at least a half-minute.

　　Then he turned back around holding out five twenties. His mouth was very tight.Lifting the man was like picking up one end of a rowboat full of water, if you’ve ever done that. We carried him ten yards, rested, then went the last ten yards to the street. Purcell dropped the man’s feet and stayed bent over with his hands on his knees, huffing and puffing. He glanced up at me, then unhooked his key ring from his belt and tossed it and it hit the sidewalk right in front of me and I had to do a skip to keep it from hitting my feet. "Move my car up to the trailer," he said.I looked at the keys, then at him. "What?" I said. "Do it, or I’ll tell the cops you robbed me." He took his cell phone out of his back pocket."Why do you want me to do it?" I said."Just because I do," he said."Forget you," I said."All right," he said and punched a button on the phone, and that’s when I thought of the seven hundred dollars in my socks and how great it would look on a guy without a coat.

　　The car was a Cadillac in name only. The last time it looked good Eddie Murphy was funny. I slid under the wheel, but didn’t close the door so the rooflight would stay on and I could find things. The seat was too far up for me to fit my feet to the pedals, so I reached down to find the lever and my hand hit a bottle under the seat. It was a half-pint of Jack Daniels and all that was empty was the neck. I unscrewed the cap, bent over like I’d dropped the keys and took a drink, then sat up again. The glove box was missing its door, a cigar with an inch of dead ash was in the ashtray, a single porno playing card was in the passenger seat, a woman who looked like she was waiting for surgery to begin. I turned the card over: seven of clubs. I bent over and took another drink. I was thinking of the last time I saw my father—one of these old boats always did that. I discovered the seat wouldn’t move, so I managed to get situated with my legs splayed out on either side of the steering wheel.

　　I shut the door, then pulled the car up in front of the trailer and cut the engine and the lights. I stuck the half-pint down the front of my pants. Then I looked in the rearview mirror: Purcell was still at the curb, under a streetlight, standing over the injured man talking and gesturing. It looked like he was haranguing a corpse.I leaned over to get at my pants pocket and took out the hundred and fifty and put it on the dash behind the steering wheel. I just couldn’t abide the idea of having to think of Purcell everytime I played the Gibson. I would’ve rather seen it in the hands of Campfire Girls. The pawn shop opened a half-hour before the liquor stores. I’d been waiting in a coffee shop across the street. I had the Gibson’s empty calfskin case and a Epiphone in its case. I was going to pawn the Epi which would give me the last fifty I needed to get the Gibson back, plus another sixty or seventy. That much would get me to Shreveport, and I figured I knew enough people in Dallas I could find someone who’d drive out and get me.I went in the pawn shop, the bell ringing over my head, and right away I noticed the Gibson wasn’t on its stand in the line of guitars that sat on a high shelf in the back.

　　Holding the two cases I suddenly felt like an idiot in a Norman Rockwell painting. The empty one felt light enough to throw through the display window. The owner was still wearing his pea coat and was at the back of the long shotgun room behind a line of jewelry cases to my left. He came up front. "It’s gone," he said. "Girl bought it last night not long after you came in."I set down the guitar cases."She paid cash so I don’t know who she was," he said. I asked him what she looked like."I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers," he said.I kept looking at him. I couldn’t believe he had said that. Then he gave a police blotter description of the girl—young, long brown hair, skinny, pale, wearing jeans and a green jacket, said he wouldn’t call her pretty exactly. I asked him, if she came back in, to give her my name and the place where I roomed and to tell her I’d pay to get the Gibson back. I said I’d pay him, too, for doing that."Once I tell her, you got no reason to pay me," he said."That’s true," I said. "A twenty ought to take care of it," he said.I felt so beat I didn’t argue. I squatted down and lifted my pants leg to get at my sock.

　　The bell rang and a guy in a dirty overcoat and came in and set down a kit bag and started pulling out barber tools. I stood up and the owner took my twenty. I picked up my guitar cases and left.Walking down the street, freezing, I realized I could take the money I had and buy a coat and a bus ticket and be back in Dallas by midnight or I could stay in Cincinnati and buy a coat and try to find the Gibson. I thought about it three seconds and decided to stay.I can play guitar pretty well. And I’ve spent twenty years worth of afternoons in libraries killing time before gigs so I know the difference between Augustine of Hippo and all the other Augustines and I know that even if we do come up with a unified field theory it isn’t going to change a damn thing. But other than that, I wouldn’t take my own advice about anything.

英文作文篇3

　　Make It Be

　　Don’t allow your troubles to get the best of you。 Instead， allow those troubles to make the best of you。

　　Don’t tire yourself out fighting against the challenges。 Instead， find new energy by embracing1 those challenges and working through them to create real value。

　　Always remind yourself that discour-agement is nothing more than a response you’ve chosen。 When you find that you’ve chosen to let it be， you can just as surely choose to let it go。

　　Replace discouragement with determin-ation。 It is your life’s energy， and you can point it in whatever direction you choose。 Your most powerful response is not based only on what has already happened。 Your most powerful response also takes into account what you wish to make happen next。

　　Look forward， and envision in great detail the future you desire。 Then gather all your energy， and step forward to make it be。

　　让梦想成真

　　不要被烦恼击败，相反，要让这些烦恼磨练出更优秀的你。

　　不要因与挑战作斗争而身心疲惫，相反，要在理解挑战、战胜挑战的过程中找到活力去创造真正的价值。

　　时常提醒自我，气馁只可是是你自我的.选择。当你发现是你选择了气馁，你当然也能够选择不这样。

　　用决心消除气馁，这就是你生命的活力，是放之四海而皆准的。你最有力的反应不仅仅仅受所发生的事情的影响，并且与你期待发生的事情有必须关联。

　　向前看，详尽地展望你所期盼的未来。然后集中你所有的精力，努力前进，让梦想成真。

英文作文篇4

　　The ink - scented Wuthering heights soon finished. Look at it lying quietly in front of me, unexpectedly want to stop. Rereading, but it is full of regret to close the book, no matter how many times I read again, but also regret to close the book, very anxious to pave the way for the hero a perfect happiness.

　　Heathcliff and Catherine 's love begins in the plain and ends in madness. But, at the end of the song, stand aside the curtain call only Heathcliff one. When the stage shows the end of the play, Heathcliff closed his eyes in the atmosphere of Catherine, and a pair of small Catherine and Heathcliff sweet love again.

　　Perhaps, only in the storm of love is intense enough, is really unforgettable, but the sweetness of the plain and mixed with light sadness and hesitation? Identity disparity, the host 's obstruction, Heathcliff is difficult to love with their own people to live a free and free life. If it weren 't for change, if it weren 't for love, if it weren 't for the power of hatred, Heathcliff how can grow so powerful?

　　May be god 's making people, let the lovers in love separated by misunderstanding, but in the approximate crazy love and hate hard to find each other 's traces of love. Heathcliff used his selfish love to destroy Catherine, his beloved stunts, and the traces of love he desperately wanted to find, and the hatred and conviction he built with love. He wanted to revenge Catherine, but when Catherine 's body gradually cold, in his heart, is rather she woke up in pain. He suddenly look back, the lover has been quietly away, although knowing that life can 't be together, because she is someone else 's wife, but far better than every other day. When alive, like a hedgehog erected the whole body of thorns want to hurt each other, but in the moment of heaven and earth forever choose to forgive. For the dying, death is a kind of how much relief, dead, all the love and misunderstanding does not exist. But she ever thought, death is each other 's biggest selfish. And he, after she died, there is no stubborn resistance, can only be lonely taste the taste of acacia, but never touch their loved ones.

　　This love ah, who made a mistake, when all the barriers are dim, and can 't believe that this is the end of true love. Love is like the wind, into the bottom of my heart; Hate is like a sudden rain, shattered the dream. Love, don 't care who is wrong, who is wrong, everything, like the arrangement of god. Strong resistance can 't shake the established fact again, time is the best mixture, can gradually calm people 's inner sadness, heal the wound, but never disappear in the heart of the scar, at the right time, it will slowly crack, give a person with a thorough pain.

　　But, this is all hurt by love. Although injured, Heathcliff still can 't put down the love of Catherine, perhaps this is the love of ecstasy, only true love can do so. Some people say that the injury to love is sweet and unforgettable, perhaps this is Heathcliff constantly thinking about Catherine, looking for Catherine, deeply tortured by it but always refused to let go.

　　In the roar, love and hate interweave, but, tightly pull refused to let go.

英文作文篇5

　　We should not hesitate too much during the first half of our lives, while we should not regret at what we’ve done during the other half. We should seize every opportunity to find a way out in our lives, for it goes off swiftly. We should say something urgent slowly, something serious clearly, something small humorously and something unsure cautiously. We should never say something that did not happen, something that you cannot do, something that does harm to others, and something that is disgusting. We should tell others our happiness in specific occasions and should not tell anyone our unhappiness. Do not easily say something about others. We should follow our own heart and interest, and fulfill what we should do instead of merely paying lip service and looking forward to the future.

　　人的上半生：要不犹豫;人的下半生：要不后悔;活在当下，把握每次的机会，因为机会稍纵即逝，为自己的生命找到出路!急事，慢慢的说;大事，清楚的说;小事，幽默的说;没把握的事，谨慎的说;没发生的事，不要胡说;做不到的事，别乱说;伤害人的事，不能说;讨厌的事，对事不对人的说;开心的事，看埸合说;伤心的事，不要见人就说;别人的事，小心的说;自己的`事，听听自己的心怎么说;现在的事，做了再说;未来的事，未来再说。

　　Everyone is craving for a happy life, but owning wealth does not necessarily mean owning happiness. To truly reach happiness, we need to know how to get on with others. So we need to understand the core of happiness and achieve what we desire.

　　每一个人都渴望幸福的人生,但是不一定拥有财富的人就真正拥有幸福,要想幸福就要懂得人与人如何相处,所以我们要了解幸福,认识幸福,从而得到一生美满的幸福.

　　Without happiness, one will feel terribly miserable, for he always insists that he has done the right thing all the time and that others often do wrong to him. He attributes every mistake to others or the environment instead of reflecting on himself, which renders him farther and farther away from happiness. A celebrity once said, “Nobody intends to make mistake. One makes mistake because of his igorance.” Therefore, if someone makes mistake, we need to care about him, forgive him and enlighten him by setting a good example for him instead of losing temper, hatred to him. Othewise, we are also ingorant like him, for we also make a stupid mistake that leads us farther from happiness.

　　没有幸福的人他很痛苦,人之所以痛苦,就是认为自己总是对的,别人总是对不起我,将一切错误都归罪于别人和外境,念念都觉得自己没有错,而不反省自己也有满身的过失.这就是使自己远离了幸福.正如劳格拉底说:"没有人想犯下错误,之所以会犯下错误,乃是他的无知.'故而如果有人犯下错误,我要会去关怀他,宽恕他,以及以身做则地去感化他,而不是去发怒.生气.讨厌和打击他.否则,我们就与他一样,同样是无知的人,因为我们也犯下了无知的错误远离了幸福的人生.

　　We need to know and understand happiness before we finally get it. A smart man must know to do something good even though it may be small, and not to do something wicked even though it may be tiny in the course of socializing. As long as we keep a kind heart and do everything morally and legally, we can live a placid life. But if we keep an evil heart and do whatever we want, we are indeed digging a tomb for ourselves. A smart man knows to learn a lesson from his falls for he knows that every setback is a precious experience leading to happiness in the future. He will not waste his time in critizing others. Instead, he tends to spend more time seeking his own happiness. He knows to keep a heart of conscience and not to spread others’ mistakes. He also knows to think before he leaps so that he will not feel regretful afterwards. Moreover, he knows to tolerate others, so he can naturally lead a happy life.

　　我们要认识幸福,了解幸福,才能够得到幸福的人生,聪明的人他必定懂得无论,处事,待人,接物都要做到,"勿以善小而不为,勿以恶小而为之'.人心正则人人从善,事事循理,自能安以相处,人心邪,则次情纵欲,任意妄行自必贻患无穷的道理.他知道跌倒的时候,不要白白地爬起来,任何一种磨练都是通向幸福的宝贵经验.他不会胡乱耗时间去批评别人,而是多花时间改善自己营造幸福.他懂得不会将自己的心田昧,更不会把他人的过失扬.他明白事不三思终会后悔,能够忍让自然幸福而无忧.

　　In order to possess a happy life, we need to know more about others, about the society, about our culture and history. We should be patriotic, abide by the law and realize our own responsibility, then we are doomed to have a happy life.

　　拥有幸福人生需要多了解他人,社会,文化,历史从而爱国守法,干好自己的本职工作，则必定自己会拥有幸福人生!