1、断箭 不相信自己的意志,永远也做不成将军。 春秋战国时代,一位父亲和他的儿子出征打战。父亲已做了将军,儿子还只是马前卒。又一阵号角吹响,战鼓雷鸣了,父亲庄严地托起一个箭囊,其中插着一只箭。父亲郑重对儿子说:"这是家袭宝箭,配带身边,力量无穷,但千万不可抽出来。" 那是一个极其精美的箭囊,厚牛皮打制,镶着幽幽泛光的铜边儿,再看露出的箭尾。一眼便能认定用上等的孔雀羽毛制作。儿子喜上眉梢,贪婪地推想箭杆、箭头的模样,耳旁仿佛嗖嗖地箭声掠过,敌方的主帅应声折马而毙。 果然,配带宝箭的儿子英勇非凡,所向披靡。当鸣金收兵的号角吹响时,儿子再也禁不住得胜的豪气,完全背弃了父亲的叮嘱,强烈的欲望驱赶着他呼一声就拔出宝箭,试图看个究竟。骤然间他惊呆了。 一只断箭,箭囊里装着一只折断的箭。 我一直刳着只断箭打仗呢!儿子吓出了一身冷汗,仿佛顷刻间失去支柱的房子,轰然意志坍塌了。 结果不言自明,儿子惨死于乱军之中。 拂开蒙蒙的硝烟,父亲拣起那柄断箭,沉重地啐一口道:"不相信自己的意志,永远也做不成将军。" 把胜败寄托在一只宝箭上,多么愚蠢,而当一个人把生命的核心与把柄交给别人,又多么危险!比如把希望寄托在儿女身上;把幸福寄托在丈夫身上;把生活保障寄托在单位身上…… 温馨提示:自己才是一只箭,若要它坚韧,若要它锋利,若要它百步穿杨,百发百中,磨砺它,拯救它的都只能是自己。 2、生命的价值 不要让昨日的沮丧令明天的梦想黯然失色! 在一次讨论会上,一位著名的演说家没讲一句开场白,手里却高举着一张20美元的钞票。 面对会议室里的200个人,他问:"谁要这20美元?"一只只手举了起来。他接着说:"我打算把这20美元送给你们中的一位,但在这之前,请准许我做一件事。"他说着将钞票揉成一团,然后问:"谁还要?"仍有人举起手来。 他又说:"那么,假如我这样做又会怎么样呢?"他把钞票扔到地上,又踏上一只脚,并且用脚碾它。尔后他拾起钞票,钞票已变得又脏又皱。 "现在谁还要?"还是有人举起手来。 "朋友们,你们已经上了一堂很有意义的课。无论我如何对待那张钞票,你们还是想要它,因为它并没贬值,它依旧值20美元。人生路上,我们会无数次被自己的决定或碰到的逆境击倒、欺凌甚至碾得粉身碎骨。我们觉得自己似乎一文不值。但无论发生什么,或将要发生什么,在上帝的眼中,你们永远不会丧失价值。在他看来,肮脏或洁净,衣着齐整或不齐整,你们依然是无价之宝。" 温馨提示:生命的价值不依赖我们的所作所为,也不仰仗我们结交的人物,而是取决于我们本身!我们是独特的--永远不要忘记这一点! 3、昂起头来真美 别看它是一条黑母牛,牛奶一样是白的。 珍妮是个总爱低着头的小女孩,她一直觉得自己长得不够漂亮。有一天,她到饰物店去买了只绿色蝴蝶结,店主不断赞美她戴上蝴蝶结挺漂亮,珍妮虽不信,但是挺高兴,不由昂起了头,急于让大家看看,出门与人撞了一下都没在意。 珍妮走进教室,迎面碰上了她的老师,"珍妮,你昂起头来真美!"老师爱抚地拍拍她的肩。 那一天,她得到了许多人的赞美。她想一定是蝴蝶结的功劳,可往镜前一照,头上根本就没有蝴蝶结,一定是出饰物店时与人一碰弄丢了。 自信原本就是一种美丽,而很多人却因为太在意外表而失去很多快乐。 温馨提示:无论是贫穷还是富有,无论是貌若天仙,还是相貌平平,只要你昂起头来,快乐会使你变得可爱--人人都喜欢的那种可爱。 4、为生命画一片树叶 只要心存相信,总有奇迹发生,希望虽然渺茫,但它永存人世。 美国作家欧;亨利在他的小说《最后一片叶子》里讲了个故事:病房里,一个生命垂危的病人从房间里看见窗外的一棵树,在秋风中一片片地掉落下来。病人望着眼前的萧萧落叶,身体也随之每况愈下,一天不如一天。她说:"当树叶全部掉光时,我也就要死了。"一位老画家得知后,用 彩笔画了一片叶脉青翠的树叶挂在树枝上。 最后一片叶子始终没掉下来。只因为生命中的这片绿,病人竟奇迹般地活了下来。 温馨提示:人生可以没有很多东西,却唯独不能没有希望。希望是人类生活的一项重要的价值。有希望之处,生命就生生不息! 5、飞翔的蜘蛛 信念是一种无坚不催的力量,当你坚信自己能成功时,你必能成功。 一天,我发现,一只黑蜘蛛在后院的两檐之间结了一张很大的网。难道蜘蛛会飞?要不,从这个檐头到那个檐头,中间有一丈余宽,第一根线是怎么拉过去的?后来,我发现蜘蛛走了许多弯路--从一个檐头起,打结,顺墙而下,一步一步向前爬,小心翼翼,翘起尾部,不让丝沾到地面的沙石或别的物体上,走过空地,再爬上对面的檐头,高度差不多了,再把丝收紧,以后也是如此。
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The Clever Little Tailor
Once upon a time there was a princess who was ever so proud: if any man came to woo her she would set him a riddle, and if he couldn't guess it he was laughed to scorn and sent packing. She also had it made known that whoever did guess the answer to her riddle should marry her, no matter who he might be. And indeed, in the end it so happened that three tailors were making the attempt at the same time. The two eldest reckoned that as they had already successfully sewn many a delicate stitch, they could hardly go wrong and were bound to succeed here as well; the third was a feckless, giddy young fellow who didn't even know his trade properly but thought he was bound to have luck in this case, for if not, then what luck would he ever have in any other case. The two others said to him: "You'd better just stay at home, you with your feather-brain won't get far." But the young tailor wouldn't be put off, saying that he had set his heart on this enterprise and would manage all right; and off he went, sauntering along as if the whole world belonged to him.
So all three of them appeared before the princess and asked her to put her riddle to them: she would find, they said, that she had met her match this time, because their wits were so sharp that you could thread a needle with them. So the princess said: "I have two kinds of hair on my head, what colours are they?" "That's easy," said the first, "I think they're black and white, like the cloth they call pepper and salt. "The princess said: "You've guessed wrong; let the second of you answer." So the second said: "If it's not black and white, then it's brown and red like my respected father's frock-
coat." "Wrong again," said the princess. "Let the third of you answer, I can see he knows it for sure." So the young tailor stepped forward boldly and said: "The princess has silver and gold hair on her head, and those are the two colours."
中国古代名人励志小故事《朱元璋放牛念书》