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英语成为中国政治、经济和文化全面走向国际化的不可或缺的战略性工具,成为国家和人才核心竞争力的所在。我精心收集了300字英语美文摘抄，供大家欣赏学习!
One day a professor entered the classroom and told the students about a surprise test. After hearing that all students were seated and waited for the test to begin. Now, the professor gave the test papers to all students with text facing down at the desk. Once he was done with handing out the test to all students, he asked them to turn the test pages and begin.
一天一位教授走进教室，跟学生说要进行一次突击测试。听到这个消息，所有学生都坐好等待测试开始，然后教授把试卷发给所有学生，有字的一面朝下放。所有试卷都发完后，教授让学生把试卷翻过来，开始测试。
Student’s were confused to see that there was not a question but just a black dot in the center of the page. The professor noticed the students' face expression and told them, “I want you to write about what you see there.”
学生看到卷上没有问题，在纸中央只有一个黑点，都很困惑。教授注意到了学生脸上的表情，说：“我想让你们把看到的都写下来。”
The students were still confused but got started with the test. At the end of the class, the professor took all answer sheets and started reading each answer from each sheet in front of all students. All of them described about the black dot and tried to explain its position etc.. After the professor finished reading the whole class was silent.
学生们依旧疑惑，但都开始了测试。快下课时教授把所有试卷都收上来，开始在全班面前读每张试卷上的答案。所有学生都描述了那个黑点，并努力说明它的位置。教授读完以后全班都沉默了。
Now, professor began to explain, “Don’t worry, I am not going to give you grades for this but I just want you to think about something. Here everyone focused on the black dot wrote about it but no one wrote about the white paper, the same is with our lives. The white paper represents our whole life and the black spot represents problems in our life.
现在教授开始解释：“不用担心，这个测试我不会给你们打分，我只是想让你们思考一件事。这里的每个人关注的都是黑点，写的都是这个黑点，却没人描述这张白纸，我们的生活也是如此。白纸代表我们的一生，黑点代表我们生活中的问题。
Our life is a gift given to us by God, with love and care, and we always have reasons to celebrate –our friends around us, the job that provides us our livelihood, the miracles we see everyday.
我们的生命是上帝赐予我们的礼物，其中充满爱和关心，我们总是有快乐的理由——身边的朋友、为我们提供生计的工作，还有我们每天看到的不可思议的事。
Still we just focus on day to day problems like health issues, lack of money, problems in relationships etc. but we never see that these problems are very small compared to everything we have in our lives.”
我们仍然只是日复一日地关注着问题，比如健康问题、缺钱、人际关系的问题等，我们却从未看到和我们生活中所拥有的一切相比，这些问题简直微不足道。”
Moral Lesson: We should try to take eyes off our problems and Enjoy each one of our blessings, Each moment that life gives us. Be happy and Live Life Positively.
道理：我们应该努力把注意力从问题上移开，享受你所拥有的一切和生命里的每一刻。要幸福快乐，积极面对生活。
In old times it was customary for Monks who is traveling and seeking for lodge to stay was to engage himself in dharma combat with head monk at Zen monastery. If he won battle then he could stay else he would have to seek quarters elsewhere.
古时候，游历的或想要借宿的和尚习惯于和寺院的住持辩论佛法。如果赢了，就能留下，否则就要另寻他处。
Once a traveling monk stop at a monastery. Master at monastery assigned his attendant to engage in silent debate combat with traveling monk. By chance attendant who was to combat with wayfarer had only one eye.
一次有一位游历僧人到了一家寺院，住持安排一个手下僧人和这个游历僧人进行一场沉默的佛法辩论。碰巧游历僧人的对手只有一只眼睛。
They both were sent for combat. Soon the wayfarer returned to master saying, “Your man is too good. I must journey on.”
这两个人都出去辩论了，很快游历僧人回来找到住持说：“你的人太厉害了，我得继续找住处了。”
Wayfarer then told master about the combat. He said , “I held up one finger to symbolize Buddha but he held up two fingers for Buddha and Dharma. So I held up three fingers for Buddha Dharma and Sang-ha but then he made a fist to indicate that they were all one. So I ran to indicate that I am no match for him.”
然后游历僧人跟住持讲述了辩论经过。他说：“我举起一根手指代表佛陀，他却举起两根手指代表佛陀和达摩。所以我举起三根手指代表佛陀、达摩和僧伽，但他却握拳表示他们都是一体，所以我就跑了，意思是我比不上他。”
After saying this wayfarer left. When the traveler left, master’s attendant arrived. He was angry and out of breath. He demanded to his master, “Where is that rascal??”
说完这番话，游历僧人就离开了，他走之后，住持的手下回来了，他很生气，上气不接下气地问住持：“那个混蛋跑哪儿去了?”
He continued, “Master, first he insulted me by holding up one finger to indicate I had only one eye. Still being polite I held up two fingers to indicate that he was blessed with two eyes but still that traveler kept going on and held up three fingers to indicate that together there were only three eyes among them. So I wanted to hit him hard and made a fist but he ran off. Where is he hiding??”
他继续说：“住持，首先他举起一根手指羞辱我，意思是我只有一只眼睛。我仍然很有礼貌地举起两根手指，意思是他很幸运有两只眼睛。但那个游历僧人变本加厉，举起三根手指表示加在一起还是三只眼睛，所以我就想揍他攥起拳头，但他跑了，他藏哪儿了?”
Moral: Never be too quick to judge others.
道理：永远不要急于对别人做出评价。
Once there was a great Sufi saint. In his last days, someone asked him about his master. Saint said, “Since you asked I will certainly tell you about three masters.”
曾经有一位伟大的苏菲派(伊斯兰神秘主义派别的总称)圣人。在他生命快结束时，有人让他说说他的老师。圣人说：“既然你问了，我就给你讲讲我的三位老师。”
# Among three of them one master was a thief.
这三个人中有一个是小偷。
Once while wandering around in a desert I got lost and till I found a way and reached the village it was too late. Everything was closed and there was no one outside. At last I found a man who was trying to make hole in a wall. I asked him if I could find a place to stay. He replied that it will be difficult to find a place to stay at this time of night but you can stay with me, if it’s ok with you to stay with a thief. I stayed with him for a month.
曾经有一次我在沙漠中迷路了，后来我找到一条路，走到村子时已经很晚了。所有店门都关了，外面一个人都没有。最后我发现有一个人正在墙上挖洞，我问他我能否找到一个歇脚的地方，他说这么晚了很难找到待的地方，但如果我愿意和小偷待在一起的话我可以和他一起。然后我和他一起待了一个月。
Each night he would say to me that, “I am going to work. You can rest and pray.” When he came back I would ask him, “Did you get anything today?” He would reply, “No not tonight but tomorrow I will try again. God Willing.” Even after daily disappointment he never lost hope and he was always happy.
每天晚上他都跟我说：“我要去工作了，你可以休息祈祷。”他回来时我会问他：“你今天有收获吗?”他回答说：“今晚没有收获，但明天我会再试试，上天保佑。”甚至在每天都很失望的时候，他也从未失去希望，总是很开心。
When I was meditating for years and still nothing changed, many moments came when I would get so desperate and hopeless that I thought of leaving all this and then suddenly I would remember words of that thief that, “God willing, Tomorrow it is going to happen. ”
我冥想好多年仍没进展时，有好多次我都很绝望，看不到一丝希望，我想过要放弃所有，但我会突然想起那个小偷的话：“上天保佑，明天梦想就能实现。”
# Second master was a dog
第二位老师是一只狗
Once I was going along side of a river, there I saw a dog who was very thirsty. I saw that as dog looked into river to drink water, it saw his own image and got afraid. Seeing his own reflection dog barked and ran away. But because dog was too thirsty he would come back. This happened many time but finally despite his fear, dog jumped into water.
有一次我沿着河边走，看见一只狗很渴。每次这只狗看向水里想要喝水时，它都会看见自己的倒影，很害怕。看着自己的倒影狗就叫着跑开。但它实在太渴了，还得回来。这样重复了好多次，但最终虽然仍然恐惧，但它跳进了河里。
Seeing this I knew that it was a message from God. It means that one has to go forward despite all of his fears.
看到这些，我知道了这是上帝的暗示，意思是一个人要战胜所有恐惧勇往直前。
# Third master was a little boy
第三位老师是一个小男孩
As I entered a town I saw a little kid carrying a lit candle in his hands. I asked him, “Have you lit this candle yourself? ” He replied, “Yes sir.” I said, “There was time when candle was not lit and when it was lit but can you show me the source from which light came?” Boy laughed and blew out the candle and said ,”You have seen light go? Can you tell me where it had gone?? ”
我走进一个小镇时看到一个小孩儿手里拿着一支点燃的蜡烛。我问他：“这支蜡烛是你自己点的吗?”他说：“是的，先生。”我说：“有时蜡烛不亮，有时却亮，你能告诉我光亮是从哪里来的吗?”小男孩笑着把蜡烛吹灭了，说：“你看见光亮消失了吧?你能告诉我它去哪儿了吗?”
Boy continued, “Ok, I will tell you it had returned to the source.” This shattered my ego and at that moment I felt how stupid I was. And since then I just dropped all my Knowledge-ability.
小男孩继续说道：“好吧，我告诉你它回到了来的地方。”我的自负荡然无存，那时我想自己多愚蠢啊。从那时起，我放下了自己所有的小聪明。
I had no master but this doesn’t means that I was not a disciple. I accepted this whole universe, whole existence as my master.
我没有老师，但这不代表我没有在学习。我把整个宇宙、所有存在都视为自己的老师。
Moral: In this world there are millions of source and you can Learn from Every Possible Source. With a Master you start Learning to learn.
道理：在这个世界上，有很多东西值得学习，你可以从很多事情上学到东西。你要找到自己的老师，学会如何去学习。
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The summer before fifth grade, my world was turned upside down when my family moved from the country town where I was born and raised to a town near the beach. When school began, I found it difficult to be accepted by the kids in my class who seemed a little more sophisticated, and who had been in the same class together since first grade.
I also found this Catholic school different from the public school I had attended. At my old school, it was acceptable to express yourself to the teacher. Here, it was considered outrageous to even suggest a change be made in the way things were done.
My mom taught me that if I wanted something in life, I had to speak up or figure out a way to make it happen. No one was going to do it for me. It was up to me to control my destiny.
I quickly learned that my classmates were totally intimidated by the strict Irish nuns who ran the school. My schoolmates were so afraid of the nuns' wrath that they rarely spoke up for themselves or suggested a change.
Not only were the nuns intimidating(吓人的), they also had some strange habits. The previous year, my classmates had been taught by a nun named Sister Rose. This year, she came to our class to teach music several times a week. During their year with her, she had earned the nickname Pick-Her-Nose-Rose. My classmates swore that during silent reading, she'd prop her book up so that she could have herself a booger-picking session without her students noticing. The worst of it, they told me, was that after reading was over, she'd stroll through the classroom and select a victim whose hair would be the recipient of one of her prize boogers. She'd pretend to be praising one of her students by rubbing her long, bony(骨的) fingers through their hair! Well, to say the least, I did not look forward to her sort of praise.
One day during music, I announced to Sister Rose that the key of the song we were learning was too high for our voices. Every kid in the class turned toward me with wide eyes and looks of total disbelief. I had spoken my opinion to a teacher - one of the Irish nuns!
That was the day I gained acceptance with the class. Whenever they wanted something changed, they'd beg me to stick up for them. I was willing to take the punishment for the possibility of making a situation better and of course to avoid any special attention from Pick-Her-Nose-Rose. But I also knew that I was being used by my classmates who just couldn't find their voices and stick up for themselves.
Things pretty much continued like this through sixth and seventh grades. Although we changed teachers, we stayed in the same class together and I remained the voice of the class.
At last, eighth grade rolled around and one early fall morning our new teacher, Mrs. Haggard - not a nun, but strict nevertheless - announced that we would be holding elections for class representatives. I was elected Vice President.
That same day, while responding to a fire drill, the new president and I were excitedly discussing our victory when, suddenly, Mrs. Haggard appeared before us with her hands on her hips. The words that came out of her mouth left me surprised and confused. "You're impeached!" she shouted at the two of us. My first reaction was to burst out laughing because I had no idea what the word "impeached" meant. When she explained that we were out of office for talking during a fire drill, I was devastated.
Our class held elections again at the beginning of the second semester. This time, I was elected president, which I took as a personal victory. I was more determined than ever to represent the rights of my oppressed classmates.
My big opportunity came in late spring. One day, the kids from the other eighth grade class were arriving at school in "free dress," wearing their coolest new outfits, while our class arrived in our usual uniforms: the girls in their pleated wool skirts and the boys in their salt and pepper pants. "How in the world did this happen?" we all wanted to know. One of the eighth graders from the other class explained that their teacher got permission from our principal, Sister Anna, as a special treat for her students.
We were so upset that we made a pact to go in and let our teacher know that we felt totally ripped off. We agreed that when she inevitably gave us what had become known to us as her famous line, "If you don't like it, you can leave," we'd finally do it. We'd walk out together.
Once in the classroom, I raised my hand and stood up to speak to our teacher. About eight others rose to show their support. I explained how betrayed we felt as the seniors of the school to find the other eighth graders in free dress while we had to spend the day in our dorky uniforms. We wanted to know why she hadn't spoken on our behalf and made sure that we weren't left out of this privilege.
For years I wanted a flower garden. I'd spend hours thinking of different things I could plant that would look nice together.
But then we had Matthew. And Marvin. And the twins, Alisa and Alan. And then Helen. Five children. I was too busy raising them to grow a garden.
Money was tight, as well as time. Often when my children were little, one of them would want something that cost too much, and I'd have to say, "Do you see a money tree outside? Money doesn't grow on trees, you know."
Finally, all five got through high school and college and were off on their own. I started thinking again about having a garden.
I wasn't sure, though. I mean, gardens do cost money, and after all these years I was used to living on a pretty lean(贫乏的) , no-frills budget.
Then, one spring morning, on Mother's Day, I was working in my kitchen. Suddenly, I realized that cars were tooting(吹奏，狂欢) their horns as they drove by. I looked out the window and there was a new tree, planted right in my yard. I thought it must be a weeping willow(垂柳) , because I saw things blowing around on all its branches. Then I put my glasses on - and I couldn't believe what I saw.
There was a money tree in my yard!
I went outside to look. It was true! There were dollar bills, one hundred of them, taped all over that tree. Think of all the garden flowers I could buy with one hundred dollars! There was also a note attached: "IOU eight hours of digging time. Love, Marvin."
Marvin kept his promise, too. He dug up a nice ten-by-fifteen foot bed for me. And my other children bought me tools, ornaments(装饰品) , a trellis(格子，框架) , a sunflower stepping stone and gardening books.
That was three years ago. My garden's now very pretty, just like I wanted. When I go out and weed(除草，铲除) or tend my flowers, I don't seem to miss my children as much as I once did. It feels like they're right there with me.
I live up in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, where winters are long and cold, and summers are way too short. But every year now, when winter sets in, I look out my window and think of the flowers I'll see next spring in my little garden. I think about what my children did for me, and I get tears in my eyes - every time.
I'm still not sure that money grows on trees. But I know love does!
"If I never saw this kid again, Lord, I wouldn't be sorry!" I thought. Tears clouded my eyes as I stood in our laundry room(洗衣间) . Clenched(紧握的) in both hands were new jeans and a shirt belonging to my 16-year-old stepson, Brett. The clothing was already destroyed from burn holes and vomit stains(污点) after a drunken binge(狂欢，放纵) .
Exhausted and defeated, I sank to the floor. The clothes were just one more thing Brett had ruined. He had already kicked a large hole in his bedroom wall; his bedcovers(床罩) were torn. Numerous windows in our house needed repair due to his breaking in to steal money when he chose to live on the street. Yet none of this could compare to the emotional damage Brett had inflicted(遭受，给予) on our once quiet home.
I knew that Brett's needs were deep, and I had often prayed for wisdom and love. The second greatest commandment, "You shall love your neighbor as yourself," had taken on new meaning when Brett came to live with us when he was 12 years old. If I were to love my neighbor, was I not to love my own troubled stepson even more?
During those four years I had dealt with Brett as patiently as possible, but inside I was churning. "I don't want him in my house another day, Lord," I cried as I knelt on the laundry room floor. "I just can't stand him!"
Chest heaving, I poured out my despair. Then God tenderly spoke to me in my weakness. Matthew 25:35-40 rose in my thoughts---Jesus' declaration that when we invite a stranger, feed the hungry, clothe the naked or visit those in prison, we are doing it as unto Him. For the first time I saw this story in light of the action words. Jesus was saying, "Act. Meet these people's needs. Through your actions you are loving them and Me."
God's encouragement to me that day helped me to gather strength and continue parenting Brett. Still, Brett did not change his behavior.
When Brett was nearly 18, he landed again in Juvenile Hall, this time on suicide watch. Through prayer, my husband, Dave, and I sensed God's leading to send Brett to a boarding school(寄宿学校) with a high success rate for helping troubled teens.
The psychological training at Brett's school was rigorous(严格的，严酷的) . Out of more than 20 people in his class, Brett was one of only five graduates.
At the graduation ceremony the graduates stood one by one to thank those who had helped them. Each graduate held a long-stemmed, white rosebud to give to the person who had meant the most to him or her.
Brett spoke lovingly to his mother and father and for the first time took responsibility for the heartaches he had caused.
Finally Brett spoke to me. "You did so much," he said. "You were always there, no matter what. My mom and dad, I was their kid. But you just got stuck with me. All the same you always showed me such love. And I want you to know that I love you for it."
Stunned, I stood as Brett placed the white rosebud in my hand and hugged me hard.
At that moment I realized the truth in God's words to me. Although I had struggled with silent anger toward my stepson, Brett had seen only my actions.
Love is action. We may not always have positive feelings about certain people in our lives. But we can love them.
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