Daily life.
归去来兮，田园将芜胡不归！既自以心为形役，奚惆怅而独悲？悟已往之不谏，知来者之可追。实迷途其未远，觉今是而昨非。
舟遥遥以轻飏，风飘飘而吹衣。问征夫以前路，恨晨光之熹微。乃瞻衡宇，载欣载奔。僮仆欢迎，稚子候门。三径就荒，松菊犹存。携幼入室，有酒盈樽。引壶觞以自酌，眄庭柯以怡颜。倚南窗以寄傲，审容膝之易安。园日涉以成趣，门虽设而常关。策扶老以流憩，时矫首而遐观。云无心以出岫，鸟倦飞而知还。景翳翳以将入，抚孤松而盘桓。
归去来兮，请息交以绝游。世与我而相遗，复驾言兮焉求！悦亲戚之情话，乐琴书以消忧。农人告余以春及，将有事于西畴。或命巾车，或棹孤舟。既窈窕以寻壑，亦崎岖而经丘。木欣欣以向荣，泉涓涓而始流。善万物之得时，感吾生之行休。
已矣乎！寓形宇内复几时，曷不委心任去留？胡为乎遑遑欲何之？富贵非吾愿，帝乡不可期。怀良辰以孤往，或植杖而耘耔。登东皋以舒啸，临清流而赋诗。聊乘化以归尽，乐乎天命复奚疑！
永和九年，岁在癸丑，暮春之初，会于会稽山阴之兰亭，修禊事也。群贤毕至，少长咸集。此地有崇山峻岭，茂林修竹，又有清流激湍，映带左右,引以为流觞曲水，列坐其次。虽无丝竹管弦之盛，一觞一咏，亦足以畅叙幽情。
是日也，天朗气清，惠风和畅。仰观宇宙之大，俯察品类之盛，所以游目骋怀，足以极视听之娱，信可乐也。
夫人之相与，俯仰一世。或取诸怀抱，悟言一室之内；或因寄所托，放浪形骸之外。虽趣舍万殊，静躁不同，当其欣于所遇，暂得于己，快然自足，不知老之将至；及其所之既倦，情随事迁，感慨系之矣。向之所欣，俯仰之间，已为陈迹，犹不能不以之兴怀，况修短随化，终期于尽！古人云：“死生亦大矣”，岂不痛哉！
每览昔人兴感之由，若合一契，未尝不临文嗟悼，不能喻之于怀。固知一死生为虚诞，齐彭殇为妄作。后之视今，亦犹今之视昔，悲夫！故列叙时人，录其所述，虽世殊事异，所以兴怀，其致一也。后之览者，亦将有感于斯文。
庆历四年春，滕子京谪守巴陵郡。越明年，政通人和，百废具兴。乃重修岳阳楼，增其旧制，刻唐贤今人诗赋于其上。属予作文以记之。
予观夫巴陵胜状，在洞庭一湖。衔远山，吞长江，浩浩汤汤），横无际涯；朝晖夕阴，气象万千。此则岳阳楼之大观也，前人之述备矣。然则北通巫峡，南极潇湘，迁客骚人，多会于此，览物之情，得无异乎？
若夫霪雨霏霏，连月不开，阴风怒号，浊浪排空；日星隐耀，山岳潜形；商旅不行，樯倾楫摧；薄暮冥冥，虎啸猿啼。登斯楼也，则有去国怀乡，忧谗畏讥，满目萧然，感极而悲者矣。
至若春和景明，波澜不惊，上下天光，一碧万顷；沙鸥翔集，锦鳞游泳；岸芷汀兰，郁郁青青。而或长烟一空，皓月千里，浮光跃金，静影沉璧，渔歌互答，此乐何极！登斯楼也，则有心旷神怡，宠辱偕忘，把酒临风，其喜洋洋者矣。
嗟(夫！予尝求古仁人之心，或异二者之为，何哉？不以物喜，不以己悲；居庙堂之高则忧其民；处江湖之远则忧其君。是进亦忧，退亦忧。然则何时而乐耶？其必曰“先天下之忧而忧，后天下之乐而乐”乎！噫！微斯人，吾谁与归？
时六年九月十五日。
壬戌之秋，七月既望，苏子与客泛舟游于赤壁之下。清风徐来，水波不兴。举酒属客，诵明月之诗，歌窈窕之章。少焉，月出于东山之上，徘徊于斗牛之间。白露横江，水光接天。纵一苇之所如，凌万顷之茫然。浩浩乎如冯虚御风，而不知其所止；飘飘乎如遗世独立，羽化而登仙。
于是饮酒乐甚，扣舷而歌之。歌曰：“桂棹兮兰桨，击空明兮溯流光。渺渺兮予怀，望美人兮天一方。”客有吹洞箫者，倚歌而和之。其声呜呜然，如怨如慕，如泣如诉；余音袅袅，不绝如缕。舞幽壑之潜蛟，泣孤舟之嫠妇。
苏子愀然，正襟危坐，而问客曰：“何为其然也？”客曰：“‘月明星稀，乌鹊南飞。’此非曹孟德之诗乎？西望夏口，东望武昌，山川相缪，郁乎苍苍，此非孟德之困于周郎者乎？方其破荆州，下江陵，顺流而东也，舳舻千里，旌旗蔽空，酾酒临江，横槊赋诗，固一世之雄也，而今安在哉？况吾与子渔樵于江渚之上，侣鱼虾而友麋鹿，驾一叶之扁舟，举匏尊以相属。寄蜉蝣于天地，渺沧海之一粟。哀吾生之须臾，羡长江之无穷。挟飞仙以遨游，抱明月而长终。知不可乎骤得，托遗响于悲风。”
苏子曰：“客亦知夫水与月乎？逝者如斯，而未尝往也；盈虚者如彼，而卒莫消长也。盖将自其变者而观之，则天地曾不能以一瞬；自其不变者而观之，则物与我皆无尽也，而又何羡乎？且夫天地之间，物各有主，苟非吾之所有，虽一毫而莫取。惟江上之清风，与山间之明月，耳得之而为声，目遇之而成色，取之无禁，用之不竭。是造物者之无尽藏也，而吾与子之所共适。”
客喜而笑，洗盏更酌。肴核既尽，杯盘狼藉。相与枕藉乎舟中，不知东方之既白。
黯然销魂者，唯别而已矣。况秦吴兮绝国，复燕赵兮千里。或春苔兮始生，乍秋风兮踅起。是以行子肠断，百感凄恻。风萧萧而异响，云漫漫而奇色。舟凝滞于水滨，车逶迟于山侧，櫂容与而讵前，马寒鸣而不息。掩金觞而谁御，横玉柱而沾轼。居人愁卧，怳若有亡。日下壁而沈彩，月上轩而飞光。见红兰之受露，望青楸之离霜。巡曾楹而空揜，抚锦幕而虚凉。知离梦之踯躅，意别魂之飞扬。故别虽一绪，事乃万族。
至若龙马银鞍，朱轩绣轴，帐饮东都，送客金谷。琴羽张兮箫鼓陈，燕赵歌兮伤美人；珠与玉兮艳暮秋，罗与绮兮娇上春。惊驷马之仰秣，耸渊鱼之赤鳞。造分手而衔涕，感寂漠而伤神。
乃有剑客惭恩，少年报士，韩国赵厕，吴宫燕市，割慈忍爱，离邦去里，沥泣共诀，抆血相视。驱征马而不顾，见行尘之时起。方衔感于一剑，非买价于泉里。金石震而色变，骨肉悲而心死。
或乃边郡未和，负羽从军。辽水无极，雁山参云。闺中风暖，陌上草薰。日出天而耀景，露下地而腾文，镜朱尘之照烂，袭青气之烟煴。攀桃李兮不忍别，送爱子兮沾罗裙。
至如一赴绝国，讵相见期。视乔木兮故里，决北梁兮永辞。左右兮魂动，亲宾兮泪滋。可班荆兮赠恨，惟尊酒兮叙悲。值秋雁兮飞日，当白露兮下时。怨复怨兮远山曲，去复去兮长河湄。
又若君居淄右，妾家河阳。同琼佩之晨照，共金炉之夕香，君结绶兮千里，惜瑶草之徒芳。惭幽闺之琴瑟，晦高台之流黄。春宫閟此青苔色，秋帐含兹明月光，夏簟清兮昼不暮，冬缸凝兮夜何长！织锦曲兮泣已尽，迥文诗兮影独伤。
傥有华阴上士，服食还山。术既妙而犹学，道已寂而未传。守丹灶而不顾，炼金鼎而方坚，驾鹤上汉，骖鸾腾天。蹔游万里，少别千年。惟世间兮重别，谢主人兮依然。
下有芍药之诗，佳人之歌。桑中卫女，上宫陈娥。春草碧色，春水渌波，送君南浦，伤如之何！至乃秋露如珠，秋月如珪，明月白露，光阴往来，与子之别，思心徘徊。
是以别方不定，别理千名，有别必怨，有怨必盈，使人意夺神骇，心折骨惊。虽渊云之墨妙，严乐之笔精，金闺之诸彦，兰台之群英，赋有凌云之称，辩有雕龙之声，谁能摹暂离之状，写永诀之情者乎！
南昌故郡，洪都新府。星分翼轸，地接衡庐。襟三江而带五湖，控蛮荆而引瓯越。物华天宝，龙光射牛斗之墟；人杰地灵，徐孺下陈蕃之榻。雄州雾列，俊彩星驰，台隍枕夷夏之交，宾主尽东南之美。都督阎公之雅望，棨戟遥临；宇文新州之懿范，襜帷暂驻。十旬休假，胜友如云；千里逢迎，高朋满座。腾蛟起凤，孟学士之词宗；紫电青霜，王将军之武库。家君作宰，路出名区；童子何知，躬逢胜饯。
时维九月，序属三秋。潦水尽而寒潭清，烟光凝而暮山紫。俨骖騑于上路，访风景于崇阿。临帝子之长洲，得天人之旧馆。层峦耸翠，上出重霄；飞阁流丹，下临无地。鹤汀凫渚，穷岛屿之萦回；桂殿兰宫，列冈峦之体势。
披绣闼，俯雕甍。山原旷其盈视，川泽盱其骇瞩。闾阎扑地，钟鸣鼎食之家；舸舰迷津，青雀黄龙之舳。虹销雨霁，彩彻云衢。落霞与孤鹜齐飞，秋水共长天一色。渔舟唱晚，响穷彭蠡之滨；雁阵惊寒，声断衡阳之浦。
遥吟俯畅，逸兴遄飞。爽籁发而清风生，纤歌凝而白云遏。睢园绿竹，气凌彭泽之樽；邺水朱华，光照临川之笔。四美具，二难并。穷睇眄于中天，极娱游于暇日。天高地迥，觉宇宙之无穷；兴尽悲来，识盈虚之有数。望长安于日下，目吴会于云间。地势极而南溟深，天柱高而北辰远。关山难越，谁悲失路之人；萍水相逢，尽是他乡之客。怀帝阍而不见，奉宣室以何年。
嗟乎！时运不齐，命途多舛；冯唐易老，李广难封。屈贾谊于长沙，非无圣主；窜梁鸿于海曲，岂乏明时？所赖君子安贫，达人知命。老当益壮，宁移白首之心?穷且益坚，不坠青云之志。酌贪泉而觉爽，处涸辙以犹欢。北海虽赊，扶摇可接；东隅已逝，桑榆非晚。孟尝高洁，空余报国之情；阮籍猖狂，岂效穷途之哭！
勃，三尺微命，一介书生。无路请缨，等终军之弱冠；有怀投笔，慕宗悫之长风。舍簪笏于百龄，奉晨昏于万里。非谢家之宝树，接孟氏之芳邻。他日趋庭，叨陪鲤对；今兹捧袂 ，喜托龙门。杨意不逢，抚凌云而自惜；钟期既遇，奏流水以何惭？
呜呼！胜地不常，盛筵难再；兰亭已矣，梓泽丘墟。临别赠言，幸承恩于伟饯；登高作赋，是所望于群公。敢竭鄙怀，恭疏短引；一言均赋，四韵俱成。请洒潘江，各倾陆海云尔：
The opening and dosing of doors are the most significant actions of man’s life. What a mystery lies in doors!
No man knows what awaits him when he opens a door. Even the most familiar room, where the dock ticks and the hearth glows red at dusk, may harbor surprises. The plumber may actually have called (while you were out) and fixed that leaking faucet. The cook may have had a fit of the vapors and demanded her passports. The wise man opens his front door with humility and a spirit of acceptance.
Which one of us has not sat in some anteroom and watched the inscrutable panels of a door that was full of meaning? Perhaps you were waiting to apply for a job; perhaps you had some “deal” you were ambitious to put over. You watched the confidential stenographer flit in and out, carelessly turning that mystical portal which, to you, revolved on hinges of fate. And then the young woman said, “Mr. Cranberry will see you now.” As you grasped the knob, the thought flashed, “When I open this door again, what will have happened?”
There are many kinds of doors. There are revolving doors for hotels, shops, and public buildings. These are typical of the brisk, bustling ways of modern life. Can you imagine John Milton or William Penn skipping through a revolving door? Then there are the curious little slatted doors that still swing outside denatured barrooms and extend only from shoulder to knee. There are trap doors, sliding doors, double doors, stage doors, prison doors, glass doors. But the symbol and mystery of a door resides in its quality to hide what lies inside; to keep the heart in suspense.
Also, there are many ways of opening doors. There is the cheery push of elbow with which the waiter shoves open the kitchen door when bearing your tray of supper. There is the suspicious and tentative withdrawal of a door before the unhappy book agent or peddler. There is the genteel and carefully modulated recession with which footmen swing wide the oaken barriers of the great. There is the sympathetic and awful silence of the dentist’s maid who opens the door into the operating room and, without speaking, implies that the doctor is ready for you. There is the brisk cataclysmic opening of a door when the nurse comes in, very early in the morning and says, “It’s a boy!”
Doors are the symbol of privacy, of retreat, of the mind’s escape into blissful quietude or sad secret struggle. A room without doors is not a room, but a hallway. No matter where he is, a man can make himself at home behind a dosed door. The mind works best behind closed doors. Men are not horses to be herded together. Dogs know the meaning and anguish of doors. Have you ever noticed a puppy yearning at a shut portal? It is a symbol of human life.
The opening of doors is a mystic act: It has in it some flavor of the unknown, some sense of moving into a new moment, a new pattern of the human rigmarole. It includes the highest glimpses of mortal gladness: reunions, reconciliations, the bliss of lovers long parted. Even in sadness, the opening of a door may bring relief: It changes and redistributes human forces. But the closing of doors is far more terrible. It is a confession of finality. Every door closed brings something to an end. And there are degrees of sadness in the closing of doors. A door slammed is a confession of weakness. A door gently shut is often the most tragic gesture in life. Everyone knows the seizure of anguish that comes just after the closing of a door, when the loved one is still near, within sound of voice, and yet already far away.
The opening and dosing of doors is a part of the stem fluency of life. Life will not stay still and let us alone. We are continually opening doors with hope, closing them with despair. Life lasts not much longer than a pipe of tobacco, and destiny knocks us out like the ashes.
The closing of a door is irrevocable. It snaps the packthread of the heart. It is of no avail to reopen, to go back. Pinero spoke nonsense when he made Paula Tanqueray say, “The future is only the past entered through another gate.” Alas, there is no other gate. When the door is shut, it is shut forever. There is no other entrance to that vanished pulse of time. “The moving finger writes, and having writ…”
There is a certain kind of door-shutting that will come to us all. The kind of door-shutting that is done very quietly, with the sharp click of the latch to break the stillness. They will think then, one hopes, of our unfulfilled decencies rather than of our pluperfected misdemeanors. Then they will go out and close the door.
People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime when you figure out which one it is ,you will know what to do for each person .
When someone is in your life for REASON ,it is usually to meet a need you have expressed .They have come to assist you through a difficulty ,to provide you with guidance and support ,to aid you physically ,emotionally, or spiritually they are there for the reason you need them to be, then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end .Sometimes they walk away .Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
Sometimes they die. What we realize is that our need has been met. our desire fulfilled ,their work is done .Your need has been answered and now it is time to move on .
When people come into your life for SEASON。It is because your turn has come to share, grow or learn .they bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh， they may teach you some- thing you have never done .They usually give you unbelievable amount of joy ,believe it ! It is real, but, only for a reason .
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons ,things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation ,your job is to accept the lesson， love the person, and put other relationships and areas of your life ,it is said that love is blind, but friendship is clairvoyant .
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder,the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
在一切有关古巴的事物中，有一个人最让我忘不了。当美西战争爆发后，美国必须立即跟西班牙的反抗军首领加西亚取得联系。加西亚在古巴丛林的山里―― 没有人知道确切的地点，所以无法带信给他。美国总统必须尽快地获得他的合作。怎么办呢？有人对总统说：“有个名叫罗文的人，有办法找到加西亚，也只有他才找得到。”他们把罗文找来，交给他一封写给加西亚的信。关于那个名叫罗文的人，如何拿了信，把它装进一个油纸袋里封好，吊在胸口，3个星期之后，徒步走过一个危机四伏的国家，把那封信交给加西亚――这些细节都不是我想说明的。我要强调的重点是：美国总统把一封写给加西亚的信交给罗文；而罗文接过信之后，并没有问：“他在什么地方？”像他这种人，我们应该为他塑造不朽的雕像，放在每一所大学里。年轻人所需要的不只是学习书本上的知识，也不只是聆听他人种种的指导，而要加强一种敬业精神，对上级的托付，立即采取行动，全心全意地完成任务――“把信带给加西亚”。
加西亚将军已不在人间，但现在还有其他的加西亚。凡是需要众多人手的企业经营者，有时候都会因一般人无法或不愿专心去做一件事而大吃一惊。懒懒散散、漠不关心、马马虎虎的做事态度，似乎已经变成常态；除非苦口婆心、威逼利诱地叫属下帮忙，或者，除非奇迹出现，上帝派一名助手给他，没有人能把事情办成。不信的话，我们来做个试验：你此刻坐在办公室里――周围有6名职员。把其中一名叫来，对他说：“请帮我查一查百科全书，把某某的生平做成一篇摘录。”
那个职员会静静地说：“好的，先生。”然后就去执行吗？我敢说他绝不会，反而会满脸狐疑地提出一个或数个问题：他是谁呀？他过世了吗？哪套百科全书？百科全书放在哪儿？是我的工作吗？为什么不叫查理去做呢？急不急？你为什么要查他？我敢以十比一的赌注跟你打赌，在你回答了他所提出的问题，解释了怎么样去查那个资料，以及你为什么要查的理由之后，那个职员会走开，去找另外一个职员帮助他查某某的资料，然后，会再回来对你说，根本查不到这个人。真的，如果你是聪明人，你就不会对你的“助理”解释，某某编在什么类，而不是什么类，你会满面笑容地说：“算啦。”然后自己去查。这种被动的行为，这种道德的愚行，这种心灵的脆弱，这种姑息的作风，有可能把这个社会带到三个和尚没水喝的危险境界。如果人们都不能为了自己而自动自发，你又怎能期待他们为别人采取行动呢？你登广告征求一名速记员，应征者中，十之八九不会拼也不会写，他们甚至不认为这些是必要条件。这种人能把信带给加西亚吗？在一家大公司里，总经理对我说：“你看那职员。” “我看到了，他怎样？ ”“他是个不错的会计，不过如果我派他进城里去办个小差事，他可能把任务完成，但也可能就在途中走进一家酒吧，而当他到了闹市区，可能根本忘了他的差事。”这种人你能派他送信给加西亚吗？
近来我们听到了许多人，为“那些为了廉价工资工作而又无出头之日的工人”以及“那些为求温饱而工作的无家可归人士”表示同情，同时把那些雇主骂得体无完肤。但从没有人提到，有些老板一直到年老，都无法使有些不求上进的懒虫做点正经的工作，也没有人提到，有些老板长久而耐心地想感动那些当他一转身就投机取巧的员工。在每个商店和工厂，都有一个持续的整顿过程。公司负责人经常送走那些显然无法对公司有所贡献的员工，同时也吸引新的进来。不论业务怎么忙碌，这种整顿一直在进行着。只有当公司不景气，就业机会不多，整顿才会出现较佳的成绩――那些不能胜任，没有才能的人，都被摈弃在就业的大门之外，只有最能干的人，才会被留下来。为了自己的利益，使得每个老板只保留那些最佳的职员――那些能把信带给加西亚的人。
我认识一个极为聪明的人，他没有自己创业的能力，而对别人来说也没有一丝一毫的价值，因为他老是疯狂地怀疑他的雇主在压榨他，或存心压迫他。他无法下命令，也不敢接受命令。如果你要他带封信给加西亚，他极可能回答：“你自己去吧。”当然，我知道像这种道德不健全的人，并不会比一个四肢不健全的人更值得同情；但是，我们也应该同情那些努力去经营一个大企业的人，他们不会因为下班的铃声而放下工作。他们因为努力去使那些漠不关心、偷懒被动、没有良心的员工不太离谱而日增白发。如果没有这份努力和心血，那些员工将挨饿和无家可归。我是否说得太严重了？不过，当整个世界变成贫民窟，我要为成功者说几句同情的话――在成功机会极小之下，他们导引别人的力量，终于获得了成功；但他从成功中所得到的是一片空虚，除了食物外，就是一片空无。我曾为了三餐而替人工作，也曾当过老板，我知道这两方面的种种甘苦。贫穷是不好的，贫苦是不值得推介的，但并非所有的老板都是贪婪者、专横者，就像并非所有的人都是善良者。
我钦佩的是那些不论老板是否在办公室都会努力工作的人，我也敬佩那些能够把信交给加西亚的人。，静静地把信拿去，不会提出任何愚笨问题,也不会随手把信丢进水沟里，而是不顾一切地把信送到。这种人永远不会被解雇，也永远不发为了要求加薪而罢工。文明，就是为了焦心地寻找这种人才的一段长远过程。这种人不论要求任何事物都会获得。他在每个城市、村庄、乡镇，以及每个办公室、商店、工厂，都会受到欢迎。世界上亟需这种人才，这种能够把信带给加西亚的人。