Life is a biscuit.
One of my patients, a successful businessman, told me that before he got cancer, he would be depressed unless things developed in a certain way. Happiness is "having cookies". If you have cookies, things will be easy.
I have a patient who is a successful businessman. He told me that before he got cancer, he was worried that everything had not been solved. For him, happiness means "having cookies to eat".
Life is worthless if you don't have cookies. Unfortunately, cookies keep changing.
If you have cookies, everything will be fine. If you don't have cookies, life is worthless.
Sometimes it is money, sometimes it is power, and sometimes it is sex. At other times, it is a new car, the biggest contract and the most prestigious address.
Unfortunately, cookies are always changing, sometimes money, sometimes power, and sometimes desire. At other times, it is a new car, the biggest contract, or a prestigious mailing address.
A year and a half after being diagnosed with prostate cancer, he sat there shaking his head in frustration. "It's as if I stopped learning how to live when I was a child.
A year and a half after he was diagnosed with prostate cancer, he sat there and shook his head piteously and said, "I don't seem to know how to live when I grow up."
My son was very happy when I gave him a biscuit. If I take cookies or they are broken, he will be unhappy.
My son was filled with joy when I gave him a biscuit. He will be unhappy if I take cookies or cookies are broken.
But he is two and a half years old and I am forty-three. It took me so long to realize that cookies will never make me happy for long.
The difference is that he is only two and a half years old and I am 43. It took me a long time to realize that cookies can't make me happy for a long time.
When you get the biscuit, it starts to break, or you start to worry about it breaking, or someone wants to take it away from you.
From the moment you own this biscuit, it starts to break, or you start to worry that it will break, or you start to worry that others will take it away.
You know, you have to give up a lot of things to take care of the biscuit, prevent it from breaking, and make sure that no one takes it away from you.
In order to protect your biscuit, prevent it from breaking, or ensure that others will not take it away from you, you have to give up a lot of things.
You may not even have a chance to eat it, because you are too busy and just don't want to lose it.
You are so busy that you don't even have time to enjoy it.
Having cookies is not the whole of life. "My patient smiled and said that cancer changed him.
Eating cookies is not the whole content of life. "My patient smiled and said that cancer changed him.
He felt happy for the first time. Whether his business is good or not, whether he wins or loses in golf. "
Whether his business is smooth or not, whether he wins or loses in the golf game, he feels happy for the first time in his life.
Two years ago, cancer asked me,' Well, what's important? What is really important, "Well, life is very important.
"Two years ago, cancer asked me,' What's important? What really matters? Yes, life is important.
Life. You can choose any lifestyle, a life with cookies and a life without cookies. Happiness has nothing to do with cookies; It's about being alive. Who created time before? "He paused thoughtfully." Damn, I think life is a biscuit. "
Life. Life, you have a life anyway. Whether there are cookies or not, happiness is not closely related to cookies, but to the existence of life. However, time is gone forever, who can turn it back? He paused thoughtfully and said, "Damn it, I think life is that cookie."
Excerpts from College English with translation: People are like an island.
How wonderful the island is! Islands in space, like this one I have been to, are surrounded by miles of water, connected by bridges, without cables and telephones.
How wonderful this island is! It is in the endless sea surrounded by mountains, and there are no bridges, cables and telephones.
An island far from the world and world life. The island is time, just like my short vacation.
The island where I came is such a place. It is far away from the world and there is no noise. The island is an island of time, just like my short vacation.
The past and the future are cut off: only the present still exists.
Here, the past and the future are cut off, and only the present still exists.
Here and now, a person lives like a child or a saint.
A person, or like a child: or like a saint, is really alive here now.
Every day, every action, is an island, washed away by time and space, with the integrity of the island.
Every day, every action is actually an island, washed away by time and space, as perfect as an island.
The same is true of people, who are like islands in such an atmosphere, self-contained, complete and quiet; Respect the loneliness of others, do not invade their territory, and remain in awe of another person's miracle.
In this environment, people have also become an island, independent, complete and serene, respecting the loneliness of others, not trampling on their own shores, and standing back respectfully in front of their own miracles.
"No one is an island," john donne said. I think we are all an island in the ocean.
"No one will be an island." John? Dorn said. I think everyone is an island in the open sea.
In the final analysis, we are all alone.
In the final analysis, we are all alone.
This basic loneliness is not something we can choose.
This basic loneliness is not something we can choose.
As the poet Rilke said, "This is not something that one can take or leave".
The Austrian poet Rilke once said, "We can't take it away or give it up."
We are alone. We may deceive ourselves and act as if this is not the case, yes, even assume that this is not the case from the beginning. "Naturally," he continued, "we will get dizzy."
Although we are lonely physically and mentally, we are all deceiving ourselves and pretending that this is not the case. Rilke also said, "We will naturally get dizzy."
Today, we seem so afraid of loneliness that we never let it happen. Even if family, friends and movies are gone, there is still radio or TV to fill the void.
Nowadays people are very afraid of loneliness, so they try their best to avoid loneliness. When getting along with family and friends or watching movies can't eliminate loneliness, we fill the gap by listening to the radio and watching TV.
A woman who is used to loneliness no longer needs loneliness.
Women used to complain about loneliness, but now they can't do it.
We can do housework in the company of soap opera heroes. Even daydreaming is more creative than this; It demands something from itself, and it nourishes the inner life.
They can watch soap operas while doing housework. Daydreaming is more creative. It requires people to have something to enrich their inner life.
Now, instead of planting our loneliness with the support of dreams, we suffocate this space with continuous music, small talk and passion that we don't even listen to.
We should have planted loneliness with the flowers of the white moon dream, but blocked the lonely space with continuous music, chattering words and noisy companions.
It exists only to fill the vacuum. When the noise stops, there is no internal music to take its place. We must learn to be alone again.
This is actually just a question of filling a vacancy. Once the noise disappears, there is no internal music to fill the gap. We're going to learn to be lonely again.
Abstract and Translation of College English: Always Walking in the Sunshine
Years of storms have damaged the old windmill. Its wheels rusted and fell down, lying quietly in the lush blue grass. Its once vibrant outline is now a tall, still spire, in the evening sun.
Years of wind and rain destroyed the old windmill. The wheels have rusted and fallen, lying quietly in the lush June grass. Against the setting sun, the windmill, once full of vitality, is now as cold and stiff as a towering spire.
I haven't walked on our old farm for fifteen years. However, this feeling has returned. I can smell the fresh smell of newly cut alfalfa. I can feel the banging of cold summer rain, and after a thunderstorm in July, the sun suddenly shines warmly on my wet shoulder.
I haven't walked on our farm for fifteen years. However, those feelings are surging again. I seem to smell the fresh breath of newly cut alfalfa, feel the cold rain in summer, and feel the sudden warmth of the sun shining on my wet body after the rain in July.
Rain or shine, I go this way to see Greta every day. She always makes me laugh, even after my sister and I had a big fight. I will help Greta with the housework. Then we will taste the delicious chocolate biscuits and ice cream made by her. Being confined to a wheelchair didn't stop Greta from becoming an excellent cook.
Rain or shine, I used to visit Greta along this path every day. Even though I just had a big fight with my sister, she always makes me smile. I will help Greta with the housework. Then, we will have a big meal and taste her chocolate biscuits and ice cream. Walking in a wheelchair does not prevent her from becoming an excellent cook.
Greta gave me two of the best gifts I have ever received. First, she taught me how to read. She also told me that when I forgive my sister's quarrel with me, it means that I won't always feel like a victim. Instead, I will feel the sunshine.
After Greta died, the local banker Mr. Dinken tried to foreclose on her house and land. Thanks to Dad and Uncle John, Greta got everything. Dad said it was the least he could do for someone who had the talent to teach me to read!
After Greta's husband died, Mr. Dinken, a local banker, tried to take back the house she mortgaged to the bank. Thanks to the help of Dad and Uncle John, Greta kept everything. Dad said, for someone smart enough to teach me to read, it's just a small thing within my power!
Soon, people came from miles away to buy cakes, pies, bread, biscuits, cider and ice cream made in Greta. Hank, the grocer, comes to stock up every week and brings Greta some daily necessities.
Soon, people from miles around Fiona Fang came to buy Greta's cakes, pies, bread, biscuits, cider and ice cream. Hank, the grocer, sends her materials every week and buys from her.
Greta even asked me to send a big apple pie to Mr. Ding, who became one of her best customers and friends. Greta is like this. She can turn anyone into a friend!
Greta even asked me to send a big apple pie to Mr. Dinken. He also became her customer and friend. This is Greta. She can turn anyone into a friend!
Greta always said, "Honey, keep walking in the sun!" No matter how bad my day starts, I always feel sunny when I walk home from Greta's house-even under the starlight in winter.
Greta often says, "honey, remember to walk in the sun!" " "Every day, no matter how bad it is at first, when I walk home from my cabin in Greta, I will feel comfortable even under the starlight on a winter night.
I arrived at Greta's home just after sunset today. An ambulance stopped a few feet away from her door, and the red light was flashing. Greta recognized me at once when I ran into the old house.
Hardly had the sun set when I arrived at Greta's home. An ambulance has stopped a few feet in front of her door. The red light on the car keeps flashing. Greta recognized me at once when I rushed into the old house.
She looked at me with unforgettable flashing blue eyes. She reached out and touched my arm gently, almost out of breath. The last thing she said to me was "honey, keep walking in the sun!" "
She smiled at me with unforgettable blue eyes shining. When she reached out and touched my arm, she was already dying. The last thing she said to me was: "Dear, remember to walk in the sun!" " "
I am sure that Greta is walking in the brightest sunshine she has ever seen. I'm sure she heard every word I read at her memorial service.
I am sure that Greta is walking in the brightest sunshine she has ever seen. I'm sure she heard every word I read at her memorial service.
I chose a beautiful poem by leo buscaglia. This is a book that Greta taught me to read many years ago …
I chose a beautiful poem by leo buscaglia, which Greta taught me to read many years ago.
"Love never grows old. The lock may lose its brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and grow sunken. But the hearts that love will know have never been frosty and cold in winter, and the warmth of summer is still on them. "
"Love can last forever. Fahua may lose its original glory. Cheeks may become thinner and darker. However, in the heart of love, there is never cold winter frost and ice, only the warmth of summer. "