The more excerpts from American texts, the better, preferably two or three hundred words.

Appreciation makes people beautiful. /kloc-at the end of 0/9, there was a bad boy in Missouri in the western United States. He secretly threw stones at the neighbor's window, and put the dead rabbit in a bucket and barbecued it in the school stove, which made it stink. At the age of 9, my father married his stepmother and told her to pay attention to the children. Stepmother approached the child curiously. When she got to know the child, she said, "You are wrong. He is not bad and clever, but his cleverness has not been brought into play. " The stepmother is very envious of the child. Under her guidance, the child's intelligence found a place to play, and later became a famous contemporary American entrepreneur and thinker. This man is Dale Carnegie. Lin Qingxuan, a writer from Taiwan Province Province, went to a mutton restaurant for dinner. The boss said to him, "Do you still remember me?" Lin Qingxuan said, "I can't remember." The boss brought an old newspaper 20 years ago with an article by Lin Qingxuan on it. At that time, he was a reporter for a newspaper. This is a report about thieves. The thief was skilled, committed thousands of crimes, succeeded every time, and was finally planted in the hands of an anti-pickpocket. The article sighed: "A thief with such meticulous thoughts and clever techniques can do anything!" The boss told him, "I am a thief, and your words led me to the right path." Even thieves have something to appreciate, and even thieves can walk on the right path under the guidance of appreciation. Who around us can't appreciate and be guided? Learn to appreciate others! Appreciate your colleagues, and you and your colleagues will cooperate more closely; Appreciate your subordinates, they will work harder; Appreciate your lover, your love will be sweeter; Appreciate your child, maybe he will be the next Carnegie ... 2. Pick up the chicken feathers on the ground. St. Philip was a deeply loved Roman priest in16th century. The rich and the poor all follow him, and the nobles and civilians all like him because of his understanding. Once, a young girl came to St. Philip to talk about her troubles. St. Philip understands the girl's shortcomings. In fact, she is not bad, but she often makes irresponsible remarks and likes to talk about boring gossip. The spread of these rumors will do a lot of harm to others. St. Philip said, "You shouldn't talk about other people's shortcomings. I know you're upset, too Now I order you to make compensation for this. " You go to the market to buy a hen, and when you leave the city, you pull chicken feathers along the road and scatter them everywhere. You have to keep pulling until you finish. Let me know when you are finished. "The girl thinks this is a strange way of atonement, but in order to eliminate her troubles, she has no objection. She bought a chicken, went out of town and plucked its feathers as instructed. Then she went back to St. Philip and told him that she had done everything he said. St. Philip said, "You have finished the first part of atonement, and now you have to carry on the second part. "You must go back to your road and pick up all the chicken feathers." The girl said awkwardly, "How is that possible? By this time, the wind has blown them everywhere. Maybe I can get some back, but I can't get all the chicken feathers back. " "Yes, my child. Aren't those stupid things you blurted out the same way? Don't you often spit out some stupid rumors from your mouth? Is it possible for you to follow them and take them back if you want? " The girl said, "No, Dad." "Then, when you want to gossip about others, please shut your mouth and don't let these evil feathers fall on the side of the road." In life, how to speak, especially how to talk about others, requires us to carefully consider the touchstone of life. When the famous library of Alexandria was destroyed by fire, people found a book in the ruins. Unfortunately, this book has no academic value, and the government intends to auction it off. As we all know, this book has no academic value, and no one will buy it. Finally, a poor student bought the book at a low price of 3 copper coins. This book is not only of no academic value, but also boring. The poor student often takes out this book to read when there are no other books to read. Later, when the book was turned over, a small note fell out of the spine, which wrote the secret of the touchstone: the touchstone is a small pebble that can turn any metal into pure gold. It looks no different from ordinary pebbles, lying quietly on the beach; However, pebbles are generally cold, and only the touchstone feels warm. The poor students were ecstatic when they learned the secret, and immediately rushed to the seaside to find the touchstone. The poor students chose pebbles with confidence, but the stones felt cold. The poor student is getting disappointed. He angrily threw every cold stone he picked up into the depths of the sea. In this way, day after day, year after year, he threw pebbles at the seaside, throwing them more and more vigorously, and those pebbles were thrown farther and farther. It is often subjective to create a person's situation with your heart. Some people are satisfied with a certain life, while others can't. Therefore, those who can be content with the status quo may wish to live like this, and those who can't have to find another way. You can't be sure where your success lies, nor can you be sure whether you will be happy at a certain point. Some people will never be satisfied, and their happiness can only be established in the process of constant pursuit and struggle, so their goals are constantly moving away. Such people may have less happiness, but they may have great achievements. Bitterness and pleasure are both judged by ourselves, and they are not necessarily directly related to the objective environment. Just like a woman who doesn't love jewelry, even in an environment that attaches great importance to vanity, it won't hurt her self-esteem. The poor scholar with thousands of books doesn't want to exchange diamonds or stocks with millionaires. People who are satisfied with rural life do not envy any scholar's honorary title or senior official. Your hobby is your direction, your interest is your capital, and your temperament is your destiny. Everyone has an ideal heaven and a world of flowers and flowers that they are willing to enjoy. A friend of Dahe Xiaoxiao talked about his relative's aunt, who never wears shoes that fit her, and often walks around in huge shoes. If her son and younger generation ask her, she will say, "All shoes are at the same price, why not buy a big one?" Every time I tell this story, some people laugh their heads off. In fact, we will see many such "aunts" in our lives. Writers who have no thoughts only write heavy and bitter works; Painters without content only draw super-huge paintings; Businessmen who often go out have big homes. Many people are constantly pursuing greatness, which is actually driven by inner greed, just like buying oversized shoes and forgetting their own feet. No matter what shoes you buy, it is most important to fit. No matter what you pursue, enough is enough. People are like this all their lives. I often use the phrase "people are like this all their lives" to warn myself and convince my friends. These seven words are easy to say and sound simple, but they are profound to remember. It can make me brave when I am weak, humble when I am proud, positive when I am decadent, happy when I am in pain, and let go of everything, so I call it "a blow to the head" and "seven-character proverbs". -I often think that the hardships, troubles, grievances and grievances in this world, if any, can't be solved and digested. Will they disappear in just a few decades? If so, what can't be solved? People have been thinking about this sentence all their lives. If I were a hero, I would make greater achievements. If I were a scholar, I would gain higher knowledge. If I love someone, I will tell her boldly. Because today is the past and will never come again; After this life, everything disappears. If you haven't read a book and said a word, you'll never get another chance. This is a precious life, and I must seize it! People are like this for a lifetime, and you can actively grasp it; You can also face it calmly. Think about it, and you will be relieved! Think about it when the spirit is decadent, and you can be grateful! Because in any case, it is always lucky to have this life, and you can't come for nothing.

Xishui

A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

My feelings:

At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream. Mom. You watched me grow up and took good care of me. I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Let me make up for all this now. I love you, my mother.