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Passage1A Greekto Remember，Diogenes was a famousGreek philosopherof thefourth centuryB.C.who establishedthe philosophyofcynicism.He oftenwalked aboutin thedaytime holdinga lightedlantern,peering aroundas ifhe werelookingfor something.When questionedabout hisodd behavior,he wouldreply,I amsearching foranhonest man.Diogenes heldthat thegood manwas seli-sufficient anddid notrequire materialforts orwealth.He believedthatwealth andpossessions constrainedhumanity*s naturalstate offreedom.In keepingwith hisphilosophy,he wasperfectly satisfiedwith makinghis home in alarge tubdiscarded from the templeof Cybele,thegoddess ofnature.This earthentub,called apithos,and formerlybeen usedfor holdingwine oroil forthesacrifices atthe temple.One day,Alexander theGreat,conqueror ofhalf thecivilized world,sawDiogenes sittingin thistub in the sunshine.So theking,surrounded byhis countries,approachedDiogenes andsaid,nI amAlexander theGreat.H Thephilosopher repliedrather contemptuously,nI amDiogenes,the Cynic.n Alexander then askedhim ifhe couldhelp himin anyway.Yes,shot backDiogenes,ndon*t standbetween me and thesun.”A surprisedAlexanderthenreplied quickly,nIf Iwerenot Alexander,I would be Diogenes.n Passage2Saying Good-bye toCambridge AgainVery quietly I take my leaveAs quietly as I came here;Quietly Iwave good-byeTo therosy cloudsin thewestern sky.The goldenwillows bythe riversideAreyoung bridesin thesetting sun;Their reflectionson theshimmering wavesAlwayslinger in the depthof my heart.The floatingheart growingin thesludgeSways leisurelyunder thewater;In thegentle wavesof CambridgeI wouldbea waterplant!That poolunder theshade ofelm treesHoldsnot waterbut therainbow from the sky;Shattered topieces amongthe duckweedsIsthe sedimentof arainbow-like dreamToseek adream Justto polea boatupstreamTo wherethe greengrass ismore verdant;Or tohave theboat fullyloaded withstarlightAnd singaloud inthe splendourof starlight.But Icannot singaloudQuietness ismy farewellmusic;Even summerinsects keepsilence formeSilent isCambridge tonight!VeryquietlyItakemyleaveAsquietlyasIcamehere;Gently Iflick mysleevesNot evena wispof cloudwill Ibring awayPassage3A Psalmof LifeTellme notin mournfulnumbers,Life isbut anempty dream!For the soul isdead thatslumbersAnd thingsare notwhat theyseem.Life isreal!Life isearnest!And thegrave is not itsgoal;Dust thouart,to dustretumest,Was notspoken of thesoul.Not enjoyment,and not sorrow,Is ourdestined andour way;But to act,That much to-morrow.Find usfarther thanto-day.Art islong,and timeis fleeting.And ourhearts,though stoutand brave.Still,like muffleddrums,are beatingFuneralmarches tothe graveoIn the worldsbroad fieldof battle,Inthebivouac ofLife,Be notlike dumb,driven cattle!Be ahero inthe strife!Trust nofuture,howeer pleasant!Let thedead Pastbury itsdead!Act,act inthe livingPresent!Let us,then,be upand doing,With aheart fbr any fate;Still achieving,still pursuingLearnto labourand towait.Passage4A ForeverFriendnA friendwalks inwhen therest of the worldwalks out.”Sometimes in life,You finda specialfriend;Someone whochanges your life justby beingpart ofit.Someone whomakes youlaugh untilyou cantstop;Someone whomakes youbelieve that there really is goodinthe world.Someone whoconvinces you thattherereallyisan unlockeddoor justwaiting foryou toopen it.This isForever Friendship.when youredown,and theworld seemsdark and empty,Your foreverfriend liftsyou upin spiritsand makesthat darkandemptyworld suddenlyseem brightandfull.Your foreverfriend getsyou throughthe hardtimes,the sadtimes,and theconfused times.If youturn andwalk away,Your foreverfriend follows,If youlose yourway,Your foreverfriend guidesyou andcheers youon.Your foreverfriend holdsyour handand tellsyouthateverything isgoing to be okay.Passage5If Iwere aBoy Again1If Iwere aboy again,I wouldpractice perseverancemore often,and nevergive upa thingbecause itwashard orinconvenient.If wewant light,we mustconquer darkness.Perseverance cansometimes equalgeniusin itsresults.“There areonly twocreatures Jsays aproverb,who cansurmount thepyramids-theeagle and the snail.”If Iwere aboy again,I wouldschool myselfinto ahabit of attention;I wouldlet nothinge betweenmeand thesubject inhand.I wouldremember thata goodskater nevertries toskate intwo directionsat once.The habitofattentionbees partof ourlife,if webegin earlyenough.I oftenhear grownup peoplesay“Icould notfix myattention on the sermonor book,although Iwished todo so”,andthereason is,the habitwasnot formedin youth.If Iwere tolive mylife overagain,I wouldpay moreattention tothe cultivationofthememory.I wouldstrengthenthat facultyby every possible means,and oneverypossibleoccasion.It takesa littlehard workatfirst toremember thingsaccurately;but memorysoon helpsitself,and givesvery littletrouble.It onlyneedsearly cultivationto beea power.Passage6If Iwere aBoy Again2If Iwere aboy again,I wouldcultivate courage.Nothing isso mildand gentleas courage,nothing socrueland pitilessas cowardice/9says awise author.We toooften borrowtrouble,and anticipatethat mayneverappear.The fearof illexceeds theill wefear5Dangers willarise in any career,but presenceofmind willoften conquerthe worstof them.Be preparedfbranyfate,and thereisnoharm to be feared.If Iwere aboy again,I wouldlook onthe cheerfulside.Life isvery muchlike amirror:if yousmileupon it,it smilesback uponyou;but ifyou frownand lookdoubtful onit,you willget asimilar lookinreturn.Inner sunshinewarms not only the heart ofthe owner,but ofall thateincontact withit.Whoshuts loveout,in turnshall beshut outfrom love.”If Iwere aboy again,I wouldschool myselfto sayno moreoften.I mightwrite pageson theimportanceof learningvery early inlifeto gainthat pointwhere ayoung boycan standerect,and declinedoingan unworthyact becauseit isunworthy.If Iwere aboy again,I woulddemand ofmyself morecourtesy towardsmy panionsand friends,andindeed towardsstrangers aswell.The smallestcourtesies alongthe roughroads oflife arelike thelittlebirds thatsing tous allwinter long,and makethat seasonof iceand snowmore endurable.Finally,instead oftrying hardtobehappy,as ifthat werethe solepurpose oflife,Iwould,if Iwere aboy again,Iwould stilltry harderto makeothers happy.Passage7Love YourLifeHowever meanyour lifeis,meet itand liveit;do notshun itand callit hardnames.It isnotsobad asyouare.It lookspoorest whenyou arerichest.The fault-finder willfind faultsin paradise.Love yourlife,poor asit is.You mayperhaps havesome pleasant,thrilling,glorious hours,even ina poor-house.Thesetting sunis reflectedfromthewindows ofthe alms-house asbrightly asfromtherich mansabode;thesnow meltsbefore itsdoor asearlyinthe spring.I donot seebut aquiet mindmay liveas contentedlythere,and haveas cheeringthoughts,as ina palaceThe townspoor seemto meoften tolive themostindependent livesof any.Maybe they are simplygreat enoughto receivewithout misgiving.Most thinkthat theyareabove beingsupported bythe town;but itoften happensthattheyare notabove supportingthemselvesby dishonestmeans,which shouldbe moredisreputable.Cultivate povertylike agarden herb,like sage.Do nottrouble yourselfmuchtoget newthings,whether clothesor friends.Turn theold,returnto them.Things donot change;we change.Sell yourclothes andkeep yourthoughts.Passage8Think itOverToday wehave higherbuildings andwider highways,but shortertemperaments andnarrower pointsofview;We spendmore,but enjoyless;We havebigger houses,but smallerfamilies;We havemore promises,but lesstime;We havemore knowledge,but lessjudgment;We havemore medicines,but lesshealth;We havemultiplied outpossessions,but reducedout values;We talkmuch,we loveonly alittle,and wehate toomuch;We reachedthe Moonand cameback,but wefind ittroublesome tocross ourown streetand meetourneighbors;We haveconquered theutter space,but notour innerspace;We havehigher ine,but lessmorals;These aretimes withmore liberty,but lessjoy;We havemuch morefood,but lessnutrition;These are the daysin whichit takestwo salariesfbr eachhome,but divorcesincrease;These aretimes offinerhouses,but morebroken homes;Thats why I propose,that asof today;You donot keepanything fora specialoccasion.Because everydaythat youlive isa SPECIALOCCASION.Search forknowledge,read more,sit onyour porchand admirethe viewwithout payingattention toyourneeds;Spend moretime withyour familyand friends,eat yourfavorite foods,visit theplaces youlove;Life isachain ofmoments ofenjoyment;notonlyabout survival;Use yourcrystal goblets.Do notsave yourbest perfume,and useit everytime youfeel youwantit.Remove fromyour vocabularyphrases likeone ofthese days**or someday”;Lefs writethat letterwe thoughtof writingone ofthese days!Lefs tellour familiesand friendshow muchwe lovethem;Do notdelay anythingthat addslaughter andjoy toyourlife;Every day,every hour,and everyminute isspecial;And youdont knowif itwill beyour last.Passage9You AreMy LifeTherewasaboy whowas senttoaboarding school.He usedtobethe brighteststudent inhis class.Hewas atthe topin everypetition.But thingschanged afterthat.His gradesstarted dropping.He hatedbeingin agroup.He waslonely allthe time.He feltworthless andthat noone lovedhim.His parentsbegan toworry.But eventhey didnot knowwhat waswrong.So his dad decidedto visittheschool andtalk withhim.They satonthebank ofthe lakenear theschool.The fatherstarted askinghim casualquestions abouthisclasses,teachers andsports.Then heasked,“Do youknow,son,whyI am here today”The boysaid,“To checkmy grades”No,no,“hisdadreplied.6CI amheretotell youthat youarethemost importantperson forme.I wanttosee youhappy.I dontcare aboutgrades.I careabout you.I careabout yourhappiness.YOU AREMYLIFE.Now theboy hadeverything hewanted.He knewthere wassomeone onthis Earthwho caredfor himdeeply.He meanttheworldto someone.Thanks alot,Dad.YOU AREMY LIFE.Passage10Why ILove YouEverytime Ithink aboutyou,Pm remindedofthereasons whyI loveyouFrom thedeep ofmyheartand soul.And Iwonder whatId dowithout you,Without yourhealing smile,Your wordsof faith,The caringand sensitiveway youtouch me,Lifting mejust when1need itmost.Without you,What would I haveWhatwouldIbeI cantimagine existinginaworldWhere someonedoesn*t loveme theway youdo.YouYe theonly oneWhosever understoodmeandaccepted mefor whoIam.And Ithink yourenothing shortof amazing.Your lovehas alwaysbeen andwill alwaysbeLifbs greatestgift tome!Love isthe bestand mostbeautiful thingintheworld,though itcannot beseen oreven touched-it mustbefelt withtheheart.Being deeplyloved bysomeone givesyou strength;loving someonedeeply givesyoucourage.Love islike thesun ingout ofthe cloudsand warmingyour soul.。