英语双语故事：关于耶稣的圣诞故事
The Story of the Christ Child and Christmas When Rome was a
great Empire ruled by Caesar Augustus and Israel was governed
by King Herod, in the village of Nazareth lived Joseph and Mary.
Joseph was a carpenter and Mary was a young virgin who would
become his wife. Mary told Joseph of a dream in which she was
visited by an angel who told her she had been chosen to bear the
Son of God and his name was to be Jesus........
英语双语：感恩节的由来 the history of Thanksgiving Day
Most stories of Thanksgiving history start with the harvest
celebration of the pilgrims and the Native Americans that took place
in the autumn of 1621. Although they did have a three-day feast in
celebration of a good harvest, and the local natives did participate,
this "first thanksgiving" was not a holiday, simply a gathering. There
is little evidence that this feast of thanks led directly to our modern
Thanksgiving Day holiday. Thanksgiving can, however, be traced
back to 1863 when Pres. Lincoln became the first president to proclaim Thanksgiving Day. The holiday has been a fixture of late
November ever since.
However, since most school children are taught that the first
Thanksgiving was held in 1621 with the Pilgrims and Indians, let us
take a closer look at just what took place leading up to that event,
and then what happened in the centuries afterward that finally gave
us our modern Thanksgiving.
father 我的父亲
Publisher:lthldm Date:2010-11-24
My father was an exceptional man. He may not have been a perfect
man. But he was a good man. And he loved us. All I wanted to do
today was to give him a dignified…sending. Is that really so much
to ask?
So... Maybe... Maybe he had some things he liked to do. Life isn't
simple. It's complicated. We're all just thrown in here together in a
world full of chaos（混沌，混乱） and confusion, a world full of questions and no answers, with Death always lingering（徘徊，沉思） around the corner.
And we do our best. We can't always do our best. My dad did it best.
He always tried to tell me, you have to go for what you want in life,
because you never know how long you're gonna be here. And
whether you succeed or you fail, the most important thing is to have
tried. A parent can only drive you in the right direction. In the end
though, you've got to run for yourself. You have to grow up yourself.
So when you leave here today, I'd like you to remember my father
for what he really was--a decent and loving man. If only（要是……多好） we could be as giving and generous and understanding as
my father was. Then the world would be a far better place.
英语双语故事:The old cat 猫
Publisher:lthldm Date:2010-11-24 An old woman had a cat. The cat was very old; she could not run
quickly, and she could not bite, because she was so old. One day
the old cat saw a mouse; she jumped and caught the mouse. But
she could not bite it; so the mouse got out of her mouth and ran
away, because the cat could not bite it.
Then the old woman became very angry because the cat had not
killed the mouse. She began to hit the cat. The cat said, "Do not hit
your old servant. I have worked for you for many years, and I would
work for you still, but I am too old. Do not be unkind to the old, but
remember what good work the old did when they were young."
Beauty 美丽人生
Publisher:lthldm Date:2010-11-06
There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do
with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so
easy to take to heart. It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor of words,
the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human
thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. The
hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a
feverish one. In some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one’s
truth and its attainment more important than life itself. In other lives,
though, the search for what is truthful gives life.
I used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes
about my homilies and about the writer’s thoughts on the daily
scriptural readings. The person who penned the notes would add
reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes
from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and
loved. The notes fascinated me. Here was someone immersed in a
search for truth and beauty. Words had been treasured, words that
were beautiful. And I felt as if the words somehow delighted in
being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as
yet anonymous writer of the notes. And now this person was in turn
learning the secret of sharing them. Beauty so shines when given
away. The only truth that exists is, in that sense, free.
