The best teacher's

For all the great things you say and do…
The best teacher's award goes to you.
因为您的身教言教,颁给您最佳教师奖
As another school term approaches…
wish your days turn our to be as great as you make ours.
新的学期又开始了,希望您过得愉快,就像您带给我们的欢乐一样
You are the best. 您是最棒的老师
Your guidance makes me go far and do things differently.
您的引导使我向前,并且有不同的作为
Sending flowers to my teacher. 送一束花给我的老师
Your lessons are still the one that helps me.
Your words are still fresh and warm.
You've swayed my life so deeply.
You're still my best teacher.
Far across the miles, sending you wishes of love
and peace on Teacher's Day.
您的教诲我至今仍受益良多,言犹在耳,深深影响了我,您是我最敬爱的老师,在教师节的今天遥寄我的祝福,祝您平安快乐
A sweet and lovely gift to my favorite teacher.
献上一份甜蜜又可爱的礼物给我最敬爱的老师
You are a special person in our life.
We all love you, Sir!
你是我们生命中很特别的一个人,老师,我们都敬爱您
To Sir, With Love 老师,我们敬爱您
It's your day, Teacher. Have a great day! 老师,这是属於您的日子,祝您愉快
The best way to learn is to learn from the best. 名师出高徒
Five starts for my best teacher. 老师,颁给你五颗星的奖( 最佳老师)
Thanks for being such a great teacher.
Happy Teacher's Day.
您真的是一个好老师,谢谢您,祝教师节愉快
Wishing you a happy Teacher's Day. 祝您有个愉快的教师节
Thanks for being an inspiring teacher.
老师,谢谢您的启发
Hearty wishes on Teacher's Day.
在教师节的这一天,衷心的祝福您
You taught me to aim for success and to accept failure with courage.
Happy Teacher's Day.
您教导我们追求成功并有勇气接受失败.祝教师节快乐!
Warm thoughts of love and regards to our loving teachers.
对敬爱的老师献上我们的爱与关怀
I want to be like you, when I grow up. 我长大也要像你一样
Your guidance makes us to achieve what we have dreamt for.
Thank you for being my teacher.
你的引导使我们的梦想实现,谢谢你能成为我们的老师
Sending great love to the greatest teacher of the world.
向世界上最伟大的老师致敬

To someone who is beautiful... all over

It is absolutely wonderful to have
someone in your life who is caring
and giving and gracious — some whose
smiles are live sunshine and laughter
and whose words always seem to say
the things you most like to hear...
because those magical people are really
beautiful... inside.


And it is a special privilege to
know someone whose outward appearance
is a delight just to see — someone who
lights up a room with radiance and
who lights up my little corner of the
world with a loveliness it has never
known before... because special people
like that are really beautiful... outside.

But most of all, it is one of the
world's most special blessings to
have a person in your life who can
add so much pleasure and such magnificence
to the days — as you have to mine...
because you're someone who is beautiful...
all over.

father eye's

Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart. Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played. This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship.

Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always standing with cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.

 All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.

When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.  

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.

 It was the end of his last football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.  

Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today." said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted the worst player in this close playoff game.

But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked like a star.

His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"

Puppies for sale

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle, "Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

Let yourself go

Several years ago I received a post card from a friend in Jackson Hole, Wyo., who wrote, " I am skiing with

abandon!" I wondered what he meant, for when I ski it is always with trepidation. I believe he meant he was skiing

skillfully, joyfully, peacefully and confidently. Although I have no hopes of ever skiing that way, I do dream of living

with abandon. I believe that men and women through the ages who have led successful lives have captured these five

secrets of living life to the fullest.

1.Have a self you respect. This means having a deep sense of responsibility for your thoughts and actions. It means

keeping your word, and being faithful to self, family and work. It means believing in what you do and working hard. It

means setting your own internal standards, and not comparing yourself to others. It's not a question of being better

than someone else; respect and integrity demand that you be better than you thought you could be.

Winston Churchill exemplified integrity an respect in the face of opposition. During his last year in office, he

attended an official ceremony. Several rows behind him two gentlemen began whispering. "That's Winston Churchill." "They

say he is getting senile." "They say he should step aside and leave the running of the nation to more dynamic and

capable men." When the ceremony was over, Churchill turned to the men and said, "Gentlemen, they also say he is deaf!"

Churchill knew that one secret to a self you can respect is to choose a course of action based on what is right, not

expedient, and not waver from it when criticized.

2.Commit yourself to others. Believe in others, and take time to nurture their dreams. A wise man said, "If you want one

year's prosperity, grow grain. But if you want ten years' prosperity, grow men and women."

You can build into the lives of your family, friends and colleagues by providing nutrients of gratitude and

encouragement, and by investing your time and energy in their aspirations. If a tree is given minimal nourishment, it

will live, but it will not grow. But if nourishment is given over and beyond what is needed for life, the tree will live

and grow upward, producing fruit.

3.Turn disappointments into strengths. Individuals who live with abandon have discovered that personal trials make them

more sensitive and loving, while building endurance and character. They have learned that achievements worth remembering

are stained with the blood of diligence and etched with the scars of disappointment.

The pages of history are filled with the heroic stories of undaunted men and women who triumphed over disabilities and

adversities to demonstrate victorious spirits. Raise him in abject poverty, and you have an Abraham Lincoln. Make her

blind and deaf, and you have a Helen Keller.

4.Enjoy life's process, not just life's rewards. We live in a goal-oriented society that wants problems resolved now. We

want three-minute oatmeal, one-hour dry cleaning, and instant success. But to live with abandon, we must live one day at

a time, savoring the little victories, realizing that life is an endless journey in self-discovery and personal

fullfillment. It means taking time to hug your kids, kiss your spouse and let the other fellow ahead of you on the

freeway.

5.Become involved in something bigger than yourself. I do not believe you will live happily if you set out to live life

for yourself alone. Choose a cause bigger than you are and work at it in a spirit of excellence. It will become a part

of you as you see your goals through to the end. Measure success not by what you've done, but what you could do.

How far you can go far

I used to watch her from my kitchen window, she seemed so small as she muscled her way through the crowd of boys on

the playground. The school was across the street from our home and I would often watch the kids as they played during

recess. A sea of children, and yet to me, she stood out from them all.

I remember the first day I saw her playing basketball. I watched in wonder as she ran circles around the other kids. She

managed to shoot jump shots just over their heads and into the net. The boys always tried to stop her but no one could.


I began to notice her at other times, basketball in hand, playing alone. She would practice dribbling and shooting over

and over again, sometimes until dark. One day I asked her why she practiced so much. She looked directly in my eyes and

without a moment of hesitation she said,"I want to go to college. The only way I can go is if I get a scholarship. I

like basketball. I decided that if I were good enough, I would get a scholarship. I am going to play college basketball.

I want to be the best. My Daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count." Then she smiled and ran

towards the court to recap the routine I had seen over and over again.

Well, I had to give it to her--- she was determined. I watched her through those junior high years and into high school.

Every week, she led her varsity team to victory.

One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, head cradled in her arms. I walked across the street and sat

down in the cool grass beside her. Quietly I asked what was wrong. "Oh, nothing," came to a soft reply. "I'm just too

short." The coach told her that at"5'5" she would probably never get to play for a top ranked team-- much less offered a

scholarship-- so she should stop dreaming about college.

She was heartbroken and I felt my own throat tighten as I sensed her disappointment. I asked her if she had talked to

her dad about it yet.She lifted her head from her hands and told me that her father said those coaches were wrong. They

just didn't understand the power of a dream. He told her that if she really wanted to play for a good college, if she

truly wanted a scholarship, that nothing could stop her except one thing-- her own attitude. He told her again," if the

dream is big enough, the facts don't count."

The next year, as she and her team went to the Northern California Championship game, she was seen by a college

recruiter. She was indeed offered a scholarship, a full ride, to a Division I, NCAA women's basketball team. She was

going to get the college education that she had dreamed of and worked toward for all those years.

It's true: If the dream is big enough, the facts don't count.

the rules for being human

1. You will receive a body.
You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period.
1.你将拥有一个躯体。
你可以喜之也可以恶之，但它毕生都会属于你。
2. You will learn lessons.
You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life. Each day in this school you will learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.
2.你将接受教育。
你入读了一所叫做"生活"的大学的全日制非正式学校。在学校的每一天你都将接受教育。你可以爱你所爱或者视之无聊而又豪无裨益。
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of trial and error: Experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately "works".
3.没有过失，只有教训。
成长就是反复"尝试-犯错"的渐进过程，或者说是实验。那些所谓"失败"的实验和最终"奏效"的实验一样重要，都是这个过程的一部分。
4. A lesson is repeated until learned.
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. Once learned, you then go on to the next lesson.
4.同样的教训会不断重复直到你真正领悟为止。
同样的教训会以不同的形式不断出现在你面前直到你学会为止。而一旦你学会了，就会马上进入下一课的学习。
5. Learning lessons does not end.
There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.
5.学无止境。
生活的每个部分无不包含可学之处。只要活着，你就学无止境。
6. "There" is no better than "here".
When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here".
当你终于拥有了不曾拥有的东西，你只会发现自己又在向往别的东西，它们看起来总比你拥有的东西要好些。

7. Others are merely mirrors of you.
You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.
7.他人只是你的镜子。
不要去爱慕或憎恶别人的品性，除非这些品性在你自己身上也能找到，而你以同样的态度处之。

8. What you make of your life is up to you.
You have all the tools and resources you need.
What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
8.要过怎样的生活由你作主。
你掌握着陆一切你所需的工具和资源，怎么用全由你作主。决策权在你手中。

9. The answers to Life's questions lie inside you.
All you need to do is look, listen and trust.
9.生活的答案皆藏心中。
你只须观察，聆听和信任。

10. You will forget all of this.
10.生活中你会忘记所有这些准则。

The Rainy Day

The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold and dark and dreary;
It rains and the wind is never weary;
My though still cling to the moldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still,sad heart!And cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Consider… YOU

In all time before now and in all time to come, there has never been and will never be anyone just like you. You are unique in the entire history and future of the universe. Wow! Stop and think about that. You're better than one in a million, or a billion, or a gazillion…
You are the only one like you in a sea of infinity!!
You're amazing! You're awesome! And by the way, TAG, you're it. As amazing and awesome as you already are, you can be even more so. Beautiful young people are the whimsey of nature, but beautiful old people are true works of art. But you don't become “beautiful” just by virtue of the aging process.
Real beauty comes from learning, growing, and loving in the ways of life. That is the Art of Life. You can learn slowly, and sometimes painfully, by just waiting for life to happen to you. Or you can choose to accelerate your growth and intentionally devour life and all it offers. You are the artist that paints your future with the brush of today.
God gives every bird its food, but he doesn't throw it into its nest. Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to do, it's truly up to you.

A sweet night

LAST autumn my parents were studying in Canada, and brought me over with them.

It was soon my birthday. Then came Halloween (万圣节前夕). Once I asked Mum why there was Halloween. She told me a lot about ghosts (鬼). I couldn't remember it all. I just remember that many children put on interesting clothes on that day. They go from door to door and ask for sweets (糖果).
Sheng An in Canada last winter
"Sweets are like good words for the dead (死去的)," Mum told me. "The more the better. They can help the dead go to a better place."
One day before Halloween, Mum bought me witches' (女巫的) clothes. They were black, with a hat.
Dressing up
The next day, at about 6:30 pm, I went out with my parents.
It was dark. Many people got together around a house. They were asking for sweets. Lots of children were dressed in different clothes.
I pushed in and reached out my hand. I got some.
"Wow! There's nothing hard about this," I thought.
I was so happy when I looked at the colourful sweets. But there were so few.
Some kids had left the house and started to ask for sweets door to door.
I decided to go with them. I wanted more.
I was a little afraid at first. But the people at each house were very kind. They gave me lots of sweets.
After some time I had enough. I started to look around to see what Canadians do at Halloween.
The houses were so different! Some were made very scary (可怕的). There were life-like skeletons (骷髅) on the fences. There were graves  in the gardens. Bat-like (象蝙蝠的) clothes flew in the wind. But some weren't so scary.
When I went home that day, I found out my sweets could fill a whole big box!
"The sweets could last through the year!" I thought, and they did.

Return to Paradise

 Lisa stood facing the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face; her eyes were shut and she felt the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.

She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white 1)shift dress, 2)miniature white roses attempting to 3)tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal, yet utterly irresistible in 4)creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair was slightly ruffled and his eyes were full of adoration as he looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said; he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together—it was all certain, or so they had thought then.
But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years—a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a 5)wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for, but for one of its equally popular 6)quickie divorces.
Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams?—the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of 7)azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?
The man stood watching under the palm tree. He couldn’t take his eyes off the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water’s edge, apparently gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something—or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn’t her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women through his work as a 8)freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could ever meet.
Lisa sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other’s gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend—not a stranger on a strange beach.
Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk. First      9)pleasantries—their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. (1)Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. (2)Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other’s actions and looked directly into each other’s eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, 10)against her better judgment, Lisa opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, that she had so far been able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby.
She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn’t made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things and that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn’t even look James in the eye? She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her; but most of all she hated him for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before they took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, and friends—not wanting to recover from the pain she felt—that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.
)Looking up, Lisa could see her pain reflected in the man’s eyes. For the first time in months she didn’t feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her— only a bit, but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind 11)hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears.
They had come here to dissolve their marriage, but maybe there was hope. Lisa stood up and took James by the hand and led him away from the bar towards the beach where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises.