故事小兔和小狗賽跑 小烏龜和兔子賽跑的故事(9篇)

每個人都曾試圖在平淡的學(xué)習(xí)、工作和生活中寫一篇文章。寫作是培養(yǎng)人的觀察、聯(lián)想、想象、思維和記憶的重要手段。范文書寫有哪些要求呢？我們怎樣才能寫好一篇范文呢？下面是小編為大家收集的優(yōu)秀范文，供大家參考借鑒，希望可以幫助到有需要的朋友。

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)一

著名數(shù)學(xué)家華羅庚讀書的方法與眾不同。他拿到一本書，不是翻開從頭至尾地讀，而是對著書思考一會，然后閉目靜思。他猜想書的謀篇布局，斟酌完畢再打開書，如果作者的思路與自己猜想的一致，他就不再讀了。華羅庚這種猜讀法不僅節(jié)省了讀書時間，而已培養(yǎng)了自己的思維力和想象力，不至于使自己淪為書的奴隸。

相聲語言大師侯寶林只上過三年小學(xué)，由于他勤奮好學(xué)，使他的藝術(shù)水平達到了爐火純青的程度，成為有名的語言專家。有一次，他為了買到自己想買的一部明代笑話書《謔浪》，跑遍了北京城所有的舊書攤也未能如愿。后來，他得知北京圖書館有這部書，就決定把書抄回來。適值冬日，他頂著狂風(fēng)，冒著大雪，一連十八天都跑到圖書館里去抄書，一部十多萬字的書，終于被他抄錄到手。

數(shù)學(xué)家張廣厚有一次看到了一篇關(guān)于虧值的論文，覺得對自己的研究工作有用處，就一遍又一遍地反復(fù)閱讀。這篇論文共20多頁，他反反復(fù)復(fù)地念了半年多。因為經(jīng)常的反復(fù)翻摸，潔白的書頁上，留下一條明顯的黑印。他的妻子對他開玩笑說，這哪叫念書啊，簡直是吃書。

世界文豪高爾基對書感情獨深，愛書如命。有一次，他的房間失火了，他首先抱起的是書籍，其它的任何東西他都不考慮。為了搶救書籍，他險些被燒死。他說：“書籍一面啟示著我的智慧和心靈，一面幫助我在一片爛泥塘里站起來，如果不是書籍的話，我就沉沒在這片泥塘里，我就要被愚蠢和下流淹死?！?/p>

我最喜歡的名人就是愛迪生，我的夢想就是長大以后成為愛迪生那樣的發(fā)明家，今天我就和大家分享一下愛迪生的故事。

1847年2月11日，愛迪生出生在美國的一個貧困家庭里。愛迪生小時候不是一個聰明的孩子，但他善于觀察思考，對任何事都喜歡刨根問底，經(jīng)常用一些莫名其妙的問題把父親問得啞口無言。好在做過教師的母親，每次都會竭盡所能地給他耐心講解。

有一天，媽媽發(fā)現(xiàn)愛迪生趴在草棚里的草堆上一動不動，便好奇地問：“你在干什么?”沒想到愛迪生一本正經(jīng)地回答：“我在孵小雞呀!”母親感到又好氣又好笑，對他說道：“人是孵不出小雞的?！笨蓯鄣仙€是追問：“母雞就是這樣孵出小雞的，為什么我就不能呢?”

愛迪生7歲上學(xué)，可是他只上了三個月的課就退學(xué)了。因為他滿腦袋凈是些稀奇古怪的問題，常常把老師問得支支吾吾，不知怎么回答，惹得老師認為他是一個低能兒童，十分討厭他。最后老師叫來愛迪生的媽媽對她說：“你的孩子太笨了，老是問一些2加2為什么等于4之類的古怪問題。我實在不愿教這樣低能的學(xué)生?！?/p>

愛迪生的母親一氣之下，就讓僅僅上了三個月的學(xué)的愛迪生退學(xué)回家，并決定親自來教導(dǎo)他，就這樣愛迪生便開始

了他的自學(xué)課程，在媽媽的教導(dǎo)下，愛迪生進步得非常快。后來愛迪生迷上了媽媽送的《自然讀本》這本書，他被書中的科學(xué)小實驗深深地吸引住了。從此，他開始了他的實驗生涯。他擁有兩千余項發(fā)明，包括對世界影響極大的留聲機、電影攝影機和鎢絲燈泡等。每當(dāng)人們都稱贊他是“天才”時，愛迪生卻說：“所謂的天才，就是百分之一的靈感加百分之九十九的勤奮?！彼晕覉孕胖灰覀兦趭^努力，我們也會

成為像愛迪生那樣的大發(fā)明家，為了我們的夢想加油吧!

唐朝有個寫詩很多的少年天才——白居易。

白居易五六歲便開始作詩，九歲時對詩的聲韻就非常熟悉了。母親是個慈愛、嚴(yán)格又有文化的婦女，充當(dāng)白居易的啟蒙教師。

不論白天還是黑夜，她總是拿著詩書教導(dǎo)兒子，不過，孩子畢竟是孩子也有偷懶的時候。這時，母親不去打罵他，而是講道理，督促他把漏下的學(xué)習(xí)任務(wù)一點一點補上。

就這樣，白居易漸漸養(yǎng)成了勤奮學(xué)習(xí)的好習(xí)慣。

有一次，他拿著自己的幾首新作，來到在當(dāng)時很有名望的詩人顧況俯前，顧況漫不經(jīng)心地瞟了一下名帖，等他一翻開，眼神就像被磁石吸住了，禁不住韻味十足的吟誦起來：“‘野火燒不盡，春風(fēng)吹又生?！猛?，好!能寫出這樣詩句的人，想在任何地方住下去，都不是難事!快請進!快請進!”

看到寫詩的人竟然是一位少年，就高興的與他談起作詩來，不知不覺的就談到了天黑!這一年白居易才16歲。

從此這個會寫詩的少年天才的名字，一下子在長安城傳開了。

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)二

性格決定命運。我就是個內(nèi)向、安靜、骨子里要強的人，有人稱我為“寂寞高手”。我小時候的理想是當(dāng)個畫家。我3歲開始學(xué)畫，那時候，父母去上班，因怕我一人在家不安全，就把我反鎖在家里，一鎖就是一整天，而我就安安靜靜地呆在家里畫畫，一畫也是一整天。

從那時起，我就養(yǎng)成了獨處和靜思的習(xí)慣。至今，我的朋友也不多。朋友多的話難免要應(yīng)酬，應(yīng)酬就要進入嘈雜的公共場所和方方面面的人接觸，這樣既占用我練球的時間，也不符合我的個性。

我一個人呆在家里看書、看搞笑碟片，吃點零食，偶爾陪媽媽逛街。壓力特別大的時候練練瑜伽，一個人靜靜地打坐，聽聽輕松的音樂減壓，就是我很享受的業(yè)余生活狀態(tài)。

現(xiàn)在想想，安靜的人真的很適合做職業(yè)臺球手，因為打臺球需要很專注，凝神思考，耐得住性子，不急不躁，心理素質(zhì)要特別穩(wěn)定……而這些，我都具備。如今，能耐得住寂寞的人不多，我偏是其中之一。所以說，先忍受寂寞，再當(dāng)高手吧。好的心態(tài)是成功的必備條件。

前不久，我在美國打公開賽期間，和愛里森費舍爾打的那場球，令我終生難忘。

我曾經(jīng)和這個世界排名第一的選手交過兩次手，過往一勝一負的戰(zhàn)績，讓我在比賽中得以輕裝上陣。比賽進行到?jīng)Q勝盤8比8平時，局勢對我來說是有利的，可我沒把握好機會。再者，比賽主場在美國，美國人當(dāng)然希望自己的選手能贏，所以在我擊關(guān)鍵一桿時，主辦方突然廣播通知，說觀眾可以換票離場了，結(jié)果有些觀眾就開始在場上走動，這種混亂的局面影響了我的情緒，我最終輸?shù)袅吮緛砜梢詣倮谋荣悺?/p>

賽后，我沮喪極了！

我跟愛里森這個世界排名第一的頂尖選手已較量到最后，但由于我的失誤，沒能戰(zhàn)勝自己的偶像，這是我無法原諒自己的。

當(dāng)晚，我徹底失眠。和父親通話時我說：“這場球，我會記一輩子！”

睡不著的時候，我就重溫一個故事：一個女孩在一望無際的沼澤里行走，但她卻迷路了。聰明的女孩沒有慌亂，而是沿著自己一路留下的腳印回到出發(fā)的地方，開始試走新的路線，最終，她離開了茫茫無際的大沼澤。這個故事再一次鞭策我，即使輸了一場比賽，只要能從中找到失誤和欠缺之處，總能回到起點重新開始。

人不可能事事順利，一路走來，留下腳印，能找到來時的路就好。這件事之后，我思考過，也許，人能贏自己比贏別人要重要許多。

吃苦是為了做金字塔尖上的人

我的同行說過這樣的話：“潘曉婷能有今天的成績，在意料之中?！笨赡埽麄冎牢业母冻鍪浅Ｈ藷o法比擬的。

我15歲開始在父親的球館里練球，一呆就是4年。

球館里有個小屋子，里面的一張單人床、一個衣柜就是我全部的財產(chǎn)。

那4年里，父親給我做了硬性規(guī)定，每天練球8至12小時，沒有周末，一個禮拜只能休息半天。即使我病了，上午在醫(yī)院打點滴，下午回到球館還是要補足當(dāng)天的練球時間。

以前，家里經(jīng)濟拮據(jù)，父親陪我到北京參加比賽，我們就從山東濟寧乘火車一路站到北京。

在北京，因為沒錢，我和父親只能住18元錢一晚的地下室。地下室陰暗潮濕，推門就能聞到刺鼻的霉味兒。

第一次拿了全國冠軍，獎金只有4000元，為了能細水長流，我和父親在全聚德只點了半份烤鴨?？粗前敕菹銡鈸浔堑目绝?，我卻痛哭不止。

所有這一切，我都忍受了。因為，我15歲開始摸球桿時，父親就說過，要想做到最好，就要比別人付出更多、犧牲更多。父親當(dāng)過國家級的足球運動員、籃球裁判，后來改行當(dāng)廚師，又被評為魯菜特一級廚師。

父親希望我像他一樣，做事要么不做，要做就要做金字塔尖上的人。| 名人故事

為實現(xiàn)這樣的目標(biāo)，人家練3個小時的球，我要多練好幾個小時，這樣才可能趕超別人。所以，吃不了這份苦，受不了這份罪，趁早放棄，另謀出路；但是，一旦選擇了這條道，想要成功，吃苦就成了最基本的準(zhǔn)備。就看人有沒有對苦難的耐受力，耐受力強的人早晚都能品嘗到成功的喜悅。

潘曉婷，職業(yè)臺球選手，被媒體譽為“9球天后”。

16歲即獲1998年“歐立歐杯”全國女子9球公開賽冠軍

其后又獲20xx年首屆亞洲區(qū)“球王杯”男女9球混合賽冠軍和日本大阪第35屆世界女子9球公開賽冠軍、

20xx年度世界女子9球“世界杯”季軍、

20xx年全日本（9球）錦標(biāo)賽女子組冠軍等獎項。

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)三

《維生素c的故事》是蘇教版小學(xué)語文四上的一篇課文，文章記敘了維生素c的發(fā)現(xiàn)經(jīng)過。文中寫哥倫布帶領(lǐng)船隊在大西洋探險中遇到了“海上兇神”的怪病，部分被留在荒島上的病重船員靠吃野果子存活了下來，由野果子人們發(fā)現(xiàn)了人體不可缺少的維生素c。這篇課文告訴我們：許多科學(xué)的新發(fā)現(xiàn)都是在生活實踐中經(jīng)過細心觀察、反復(fù)研究才獲得的。

讀罷全文，我覺得課文的語言平實、淺顯、流暢，全文敘述有條有理，層次清晰。在教學(xué)過程中我著重抓住了兩條線，較好的把握了文章的重點，同時也巧妙地化解了文章的難點：

一、抓“海上兇神”關(guān)鍵詞，體會航海之苦，探究船員病因。

通過讀文，學(xué)生很快能從文章的最后一個自然段讀懂，所謂的“海上兇神”實際上就是“壞血病”，它是由于人體長期缺乏維生素c引起的?？墒?，在當(dāng)時，哥倫布及他的船員知道這是一種什么病嗎?(不知道)得了這病有怎樣的癥狀?(病人先是感到渾身無力，走不動路，接著就會全身出血，然后慢慢地死去。)指導(dǎo)學(xué)生讀好這句話，讀出“海上兇神“的可怕。

“那時，航海生活不光非常艱苦，而且充滿危險?！边@是課文第二自然段的中心句。這句話不僅點明了航海的艱險，更暗含了船員們得病的原因：因為在漫長的航海生活中，船員們所能吃到的只有黑面包和咸魚。

二、抓哥倫布情感線索，感受人物心理，探究發(fā)現(xiàn)過程。

哥倫布的情感變化是串聯(lián)整個故事的一條比較明顯的線索，教學(xué)中緊扣這條線索，不僅能突出重點，而且有利于激發(fā)學(xué)生學(xué)生的探究意識使學(xué)生更好地把握課文主旨。

教學(xué)中，引導(dǎo)學(xué)生著重體會，哥倫布在航海不到一半路程看到已經(jīng)有十幾個船員相繼病倒時“心情十分沉重”。那些病重的船員為了不拖累大家，主動要求留在荒島，哥倫布“噙著眼淚點了點頭……”的矛盾心情。當(dāng)哥倫布的船隊勝利返航接近荒島時哥倫布心情“越來越沉重”。到最后看到他的那些船員劫后余生時的“又驚又喜”。進而引導(dǎo)學(xué)生以“重逢”為題，想象說話。把那些在荒島上的船員是如何活下來的，說出來。通過他們前后所吃食物的不同探究治愈“海上兇神”這種怪病的良方，從而揭開它神秘的面紗。

哥倫布得知那些留在荒島上的船員活下來的原因后，并沒有停止探究，而是急切地把他的疑問告訴了醫(yī)生，最后才發(fā)現(xiàn)了維生素c。這樣文章主旨的揭示就水到渠成了：“許多科學(xué)的新發(fā)現(xiàn)都是在生活實踐中經(jīng)過細心觀察、反復(fù)研究才獲得的?！?/p>

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)四

“今天的作業(yè)真簡……”話音未落，最后一道題就把我難住了，我打開腦中的“思維基地”認真思索起來。可想著想著就發(fā)起了呆，不禁拿起小刀向桌上劃去，剛劃了一刀，只聽“呀”的一聲，我往四周一看，沒有人呀，正當(dāng)我感到奇怪時，一個女孩甜美的聲音縈繞在我的耳畔：“你好，我是眼淚國的女王。”我吃驚地猛一抬頭，一個小女孩緩緩地出現(xiàn)在我眼前。

這個小女孩一身神奇的裝束：七彩的螺旋帽頂上有兩個大窟窿，從那里伸出了兩條長長的、冰柱般的沖天辮，漂亮的白色短裙下穿著一雙透明的長靴。

小女孩溫柔地對我說：“想來眼淚國看一看嗎？

我說：“眼淚國？在哪里？怎么進去？”

她對我說：“只要用你的手指沾一滴眼淚，對準(zhǔn)我的手指點一下，你就能進來了?！?/p>

我用手沾了一下硬擠出的眼淚，抹在手上與那個小女孩的手指點了一下，頓時天旋地轉(zhuǎn)，當(dāng)我再次睜開眼時，已經(jīng)來到了一個奇特的城樓前。那是用眼淚加糖凝固后筑成的城堡。

我跟隨女王走進了城堡，大街上除了馬路以外，基本上都是眼淚的物體，并且每一個物體都不會融化。這時一個人看到我和女王便哭著走過來，我好奇地問：“你為什么這么傷心？”那個人卻說：“你沒發(fā)燒吧？”我不解地望著女王?！霸谶@里，眼淚是神圣的、快樂的?！迸踅忉尩?，“當(dāng)你們地球人快樂時，我們這里的每一個人就會流下眼淚，快樂的眼淚?！?/p>

女王帶領(lǐng)我參觀到正午時分，邀請我品嘗這里的特色美味，端上來的是眼淚加糯米攪在一起蒸出來的`一塊塊方形粘糕，味道咸澀，很難下咽，當(dāng)我強忍著咽下一口后，一種嗆鼻的感覺使我流下了眼淚。

這時我從夢中驚醒，看看手中的小刀，想想夢中眼淚國的故事，我笑了笑，輕輕地把它放入了筆袋。

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)五

推薦理由：

我們每個人都有過那樣的時代，開始想要拒絕父母，想要成為自己，只是在那個年齡我們不曾意識到，無論怎樣我們都是父母眼里永遠的孩子，需要疼愛需要呵護。

一個不美滿的結(jié)局，一個永不可能實現(xiàn)的心愿，一個父親偉大的心，一個兒子深切的懺悔。

很感人，很動人，幾乎讓人流淚。

the board meeting had come to an end. bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "how embarrassing. i am getting so clumsy in my old age."

the board meeting had come to an end. bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "how embarrassing. i am getting so clumsy in my old age."

everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. it came around to frank who sat quietly listening to the others. someone said, "come on, frank. tell us your most embarrassing moment."

frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "i grew up in san pedro. my dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. he had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. he worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. not just enough for our family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home."

frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "i grew up in san pedro. my dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. he had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. he worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. not just enough for our family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home."

he looked at us and said, "i wish you could have met my dad. he was a big man, and he was >

推薦理由：

類似的故事看過不少，可是仍然沒有辦法不揪心。眼睜睜地看著四歲的兒子消失在眼前，對于一個父親來說，最痛苦的事莫過于此。可是誰能給他不犧牲的理由？

短小精悍，也很容易懂。

there was once a bridge which spanned a large river. during most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides of the bridge. but at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.

a switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. one evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. he stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. he turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. if the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. this would be a passenger train with many people aboard. he left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. he would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. he could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. he kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. many lives depended on this man‘s strength.

then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "daddy, where are you?" his four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. his first impulse was to cry out to the child, "run! run!" but the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. the man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. but he realized that he could not get back to the lever. either the people on the train or his little son must die. he took a moment to make his decision.

the train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. they did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.

now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man‘s heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our father in heaven when he sacrificed his son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. can there be any wonder that he caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when his son died? how does he feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done for us thru jesus christ?

推薦理由：

生活就是一面鏡子，你對它微笑，它也對你微笑；你對它哭泣，它也對你哭泣。

可能有些老套。但是這是英文版的。

long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the house of 1000 mirrors. a small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. when he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. he looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. to his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. he smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. as he left the house, he thought to himself, "this is a wonderful place. i will come back and visit it often." in this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. he slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. when he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. as he left, he thought to himself, "that is a horrible place, and i will never go back there again."

all the faces in the world are mirrors. what kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

as told by chris p. cash

推薦理由：

這篇故事里，一個父親，不僅原諒了殺害兒子的兇手，而且希望能收兇手為養(yǎng)子，讓他做自己的繼承人。

再不可思議的事情，也有它的理由。

如果連這都可以原諒，那么這世間再沒有任何事讓你記恨。

讓更多人來感受一顆博大寬容的心吧。

a letter written to a man on death row by the father of the man whom the man on death row had killed:

you are probably surprised that i, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but i ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. as the father of the man whom you took part in murdering, i have something very important to say to you.

i forgive you. with all my heart, i forgive you. i realize it may be hard for you to believe, but i really do. at your trial, when you confessed to your part in the events that cost my son his life and asked for my forgiveness, i immediately granted you that forgiving love from my heart. i can only hope you believe me and will accept my forgiveness.

but this is not all i have to say to you. i want to make you an offer -- i want you to become my adopted child. you see, my son who died was my only child, and i now want to share my life with you and leave my riches to you. this may not make sense to you or anyone else, but i believe you are worth the offer. i have arranged matters so that if you will receive my offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but you also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death will be dismissed. at that point, you will become my adopted child and heir to all my riches.

i realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you -- you might be tempted to reject my offer completely -- but i make it to you without reservation.

also, i realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer to one who cost my son his life, but i now have a great love and an unchangeable forgiveness in my heart for you.

finally, you may be concerned that once you accept my offer you may do something to cause you to be denied your rights as an heir to my wealth. nothing could be further from the truth. if i can forgive you for your part in my son‘s death, i can forgive you for anything. i know you never will be perfect, but you do not have to be perfect to receive my offer. besides, i believe that once you have accepted my offer and begin to experience the riches that will come to you from me, that your primary (though not always) response will be gratitude and loyalty.

some would call me foolish for my offer to you, but i wish for you to call me your father.

sincerely,

the father of jesus

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 in the stands 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 senior 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 his 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, and tackled 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.

finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone the coach came to him and said, " kid, i can‘t believe it. you were fantastic! tell me what got into you? how did you do it?"

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!"

like the athlete‘s father, god is always there cheering for us. he‘s always reminding us to go on. he‘s even offering us his hand for he knows what is best, and is willing to give us what we need and not simply what we want. god has never missed a single game. what a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the highest. live for him for he‘s watching us in the game of life!

推薦理由：

生活中不是缺少美，而是缺少發(fā)現(xiàn)美的眼睛；生活中不是缺少快樂，而是缺少感受快樂的心。

如果雙目失明，我們是不是一定不快樂？如果健健康康，我們是不是一定快樂？

它再一次告訴我們，快樂在心。

the park bench was deserted as i sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.

and if that weren‘t enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. he stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "look what i found!"

in his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, i faked a small smile and then shifted away.

but instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "it sure smells pretty and it‘s beautiful, too. that‘s why i picked it; here, it‘s for you."

the weed before me was dying or dead. not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. but i knew i must take it, or he might never leave. so i reached for the flower, and replied, "just what i need."

but instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. it was then that i noticed for the very first time, that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

i heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun. as i thanked him for picking the very best one. "you‘re welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he‘d had on my day.

i sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. how did he know of my self-indulged plight? perhaps from his heart, he‘d been blessed with true sight.

through the eyes of a blind child, at last i could see, the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. and for all of those times i myself had been blind, i vowed to see beauty, and appreciate every second that‘s mine.

and then i held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose and smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

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推薦理由：

總有一天，算計別人的時候，會算到自己的頭上。

故事有些小小的幽默，并且意味深長。

a great and wise man once called one of his workmen to him saying, "go into the far country and build for me a house. the decisions of planning and of actual construction will be yours, but remember, i shall come to accept your work for a very special friend of mine."

and so the workman departed with a light heart for his field of labor. material of all kinds was plentiful here, but the workman had a mind of his own. "surely," he thought, "i know my business. i can use a bit of inferior materials here and cheat on my workmanship a little there, and still make the finished work look good. only i will know that what i have built has weaknesses."

and so, at last the work was completed and the workman reported back to the great and wise man. "very good," he said. "now remember that i wanted you to use only the finest materials and craftsmanship in this house because i wanted to make present of it——my friend, you are the one i had you build it for. it is all yours."

how much like man. he comes to earth a stranger. he has his free agency. he may build as he likes. but on the morning of his resurrection he will receive what he has built for an eternal home and habitation.

推薦理由：

永遠積極面對人生，真的那么容易嗎?每一天,你都可以選擇開心或是不開心；但是有一天，你必須去選擇，是生，還是死，你發(fā)現(xiàn)只要你選擇生存，你就一定可以。態(tài)度就是一切。

禁不住想為主人公jerry喝彩。

這是一篇很容易懂的文章，越到后面一切越出人意料。極力推薦。

attitude is everything

by francie baltazar-schwartz

jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. he was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. when someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "if i were any better, i would be twins!"

he was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. the reason the waiters followed jerry was because of his attitude. he was a natural motivator. if an employee was having a bad day, jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

seeing this really made me curious, so one day i went up to jerry and asked him, "i don‘t get it! you can‘t be a positive person all of the time. how do you do it?" jerry replied, "each morning i wake up and say to myself, jerry, you have two choices today. you can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.‘ i choose to be in a good mood. each time something bad happens, i can choose to be a victim or i can choose to learn from it. i choose to learn from it. every time someone comes to me complaining, i can choose to accept their complaining or i can point out the positive side of life. i choose the positive side of life."

"yeah, right, it‘s not that easy," i protested.

"yes it is," jerry said. "life is all about choices. when you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. you choose how you react to situations. you choose how people will affect your mood. you choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. the bottom line: it‘s your choice how you live life."

i reflected on what jerry said. soon thereafter, i left the restaurant industry to start my own business. we lost touch, but often thought about him when i made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

several years later, i heard that jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. while trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. the robbers panicked and shot him. luckily, jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. after 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

i saw jerry about six months after the accident. when i asked him how he was, he replied, "if i were any better, i‘d be twins. wanna see my scars?"

i declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "the first thing that went through my mind was that i should have locked the back door," jerry replied. "then, as i lay on the floor, i remembered that i had two choices: i could choose to live, or i could choose to die. i chose to live.

"weren‘t you scared? did you lose consciousness?" i asked. jerry continued, "the paramedics were great. they kept telling me i was going to be fine. but when they wheeled me into the emergency room and i saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, i got really scared. in their eyes, i read, ‘he‘s a dead man. " i knew i needed to take action."

"what did you do?" i asked.

"well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said jerry. "she asked if i was allergic to anything. ‘yes,‘ i replied. the doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.. i took a deep breath and yelled, ‘bullets!‘ over their laughter, i told them, ‘i am choosing to live. operate on me as if i am alive, not dead."

jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. i learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. attitude, after all, is everything.

推薦理由：

從這篇文章里面，我至少感受到兩點：第一，人的潛力是無窮的，很多時候你認為自己做不到的事情，其實可以。就像一些看似根深蒂固的習(xí)慣，其實可以改變。第二，正如文中所說，言語的傷害有時候比身體的傷害更嚴(yán)重，這個道理誰都懂，但是文中所用的比喻真的太絕妙。

the fence

there was a little boy with a bad temper. his father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. the first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. then it gradually dwindled down. he discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. finally the day came when the boy didn‘t lose his temper at all. he told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. the days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. he said, "you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. the fence will never be the same. when you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. you can put a knife in a man and draw it out. it won‘t matter how many times you say i‘m sorry, the wound is still there. a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. they make you smile and encourage you to succeed. they lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

推薦理由:

在每一個愛你的人眼里，你都是最美麗的，連缺點都是美麗的。

所以我們每個人都可以自信滿滿，有理由有資本去自信，只要擁有了愛。

a grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.

the children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.

"you‘ve got so many freckles, there‘s no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.

embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. her grandmother knelt down next to her. "i love your freckles," she said.

"not me," the girl replied.

"well, when i was a little girl i always wanted freckles" she said, tracing her finger across the child‘s cheek. "freckles are beautiful!"

the girl looked up. "really?" "of course," said the grandmother. "why, just name me one thing that‘s prettier than freckles."

the little girl peered into the old woman‘s smiling face. "wrinkles," she answered softly.

contributed by father pat

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)六

炎炎夏日轉(zhuǎn)瞬即逝，伴隨著絲絲涼意，姥姥又開始準(zhǔn)備灌風(fēng)干腸了。

風(fēng)干腸的香料是從老家寄來的，那里寄托了太多太多的記憶，應(yīng)對故鄉(xiāng)，我們只是背井離鄉(xiāng)偶而夢回的孩子。

有了香料，就要買肉，要買上好的精瘦肉。肉買回來要剁肉，剁得碎碎的。這時候，拿一個大大的盆，放上剁好的肉，加上香料，再加上鹽、香油、醬油等調(diào)料。姥姥把雙手洗凈來拌肉，要慢慢地慢慢地拌，這和和面有很大的不一樣，面有筋道，肉是軟的，手法、手感都不相同。大約半小時后，姥姥拌完了肉，手上的裂痕中浸滿了肉汁，飄出絲絲肉香，我又享受又心酸，搖搖頭離開了。

這樣的工作要做大半天，姥姥和姥爺輪流來做。

臨近傍晚，姥爺從一個粘粘補補的小盒子里細心翼翼地拿出“灌腸機”——反正我是這么起名的。長輩們的老東西啊，好多我都不懂。這時候，容不得我多想，全家人都會圍到桌前。姥姥會拿出泡得發(fā)軟的腸衣，慢慢地套到“灌腸機”前面的孔上，腸衣很軟很滑。套好了一個人往里面塞肉，一個人用力搖手柄，還有一個人向下剝腸衣，免得撐爆了。外人看來，這活兒難度極高，但在姥爺?shù)闹笓]下，一切變得簡單了。

“孩子他爸，去絞肉，這樣。”姥爺邊說邊示范了一下?lián)u手柄。

又吼道：“孩子他媽，來剝下腸衣，我歇一會兒?！?/p>

一家人早已全都通曉細節(jié)，無須多言，直接開工。我雖是懂得，卻心不靈手不巧，往往弄得腸衣粗一截細一截。姥爺看得好笑，伸出熟練又穩(wěn)重的大手，一點一點教我往下剝，時不時帶著言語的喝斥：“懂嗎？要這樣，多簡單呀，想好了再動手，你個小傻瓜！”說完用手指彈了一下我的頭，又休息去了。

灌腸并不快，要慢慢地來。我很難想像家鄉(xiāng)的秋天，幾個東北大漢靜手靜腳地侍弄這東西。

姥爺經(jīng)常聊起他年輕時候：“我跟你姥姥年輕那時候，我手就這么輕輕一碰，肉就流得滿地都是，哎！”說著比了一個滑稽的動作，逗得我哈哈大笑。

之后，姥爺又娓娓道來，“你可明白，為啥做這風(fēng)干腸嗎？這東北的冬天可長了，大冬天的，沒有新鮮肉吃，做了這腸就能吃上一個冬天呢！”

灌了一天的腸，之后又是串線、又是掛桿晾曬，忙到大半夜，直到晨曦微露時家人才匆忙睡去。

風(fēng)干腸，顧名思義，最終要風(fēng)吹上十多天進行風(fēng)干，那時候才會迎來真正的盛宴。冬天的時候，一家人在溫暖的屋內(nèi)吃著香噴噴的肉腸，聽姥爺婉婉道來年輕時的故事，心里暖和。

這些年家里很少灌腸了，也許是長輩們老了吧，我多想趁著這時候多了解了解他們，讀懂長輩的故事。終究長輩們也是被家鄉(xiāng)拋棄的孩子，他們的故事已變成了淡淡的記憶了！

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)七

那空蕩蕩的房子，那孤單的骨頭棒子，那發(fā)霉的狗糧，這一切，顯得毫無生機。這毫無生機地方的主人，曾是一只可愛活潑的小狗，歡樂地生活在一個溫暖的大家庭里，可是，這些事和這些溫暖動人的畫面，早已是以往了，那些我和這只可愛的小狗之間的事，也永遠是以往了……

那是一年的夏天，我剛抱回了一只毛絨絨，全身上下都可愛極了的小家伙，我看著這可愛的小家伙，“給這只小狗取什么名字呢？”

“小貴賓？”“不，太俗了？”“小可愛？”“還是太俗了”?！澳墙惺裁?？”“小傻蛋？”“你才是傻蛋?！薄霸诎嗌?，別人老叫我‘土豆’要不，我是大土豆，它是小土豆？”“好啊，還能夠”……我輕輕地撫摸它，叫了聲“小土豆！”，“汪”小土豆似懂非懂地叫了聲……

那是它第一次吵得我們睡不著覺。

“爸爸，我們睡覺了，那小土豆怎樣辦呢？”“沒事，把它放在它的小房子里就行了?！蔽野研⊥炼狗旁诨\子里便去睡了，我昏沉沉地睡著，突然“汪汪”地叫了起來，我立刻去抱小土豆，安撫了下來，可沒多久，又汪汪地叫了起來，就這樣，我一夜沒睡好……

那是我第一次給它喂食。

“爸爸，小土豆餓得汪汪叫，我想喂它吃飯?！薄澳阕晕胰ノ菇o它吃，狗糧用熱水泡好，記得要軟?！卑职謶醒笱蟮卣f。我細心翼翼地把我精心數(shù)好的狗糧放進一次性杯用熱水沖，沖好之后我慢慢地把水倒掉，喂給小土豆吃，我看著小土豆狼吞虎咽地把東西吃完，心里開心而歡樂極了……

那是它第一次生病。

“小土豆，堅持??！”這是小土豆第三次吐出東西了，我擔(dān)心地看著小土豆，小土豆一副病態(tài)，我拿來一個勺子喂它，我倒了點藥，慢慢地把勺子倒入小土豆的口里，看著那藥液一點一點地流到它的口中，我緊張極了，“哈！”我舒了一口氣，第二天，我看到小土豆又來敲我的門，心里開心極了……

那是它第一次安慰我。

“哎，真是的！”今日，我又被爸爸打了，惱火的很，正當(dāng)我氣得不行時，小土豆“汪汪”地叫了起來，我俯下身子，摸著它，小土豆眨著一雙黑黑的大眼睛，把一只小爪放在我手上，“汪”了一聲，在我的感覺中，小土豆像一個人，在安慰我……

那是我最終一次聽到小土豆的叫聲。

“今日是我生日，我們先出去玩吧！”我正準(zhǔn)備出門時，小土豆飛快地跑來，我抱著小土豆說：“我先出去一下，到時候再回來?！蔽野研⊥炼狗畔潞螅鲩T了。等到我回來時，看到的卻是一個空籠子，我撕心裂肺地叫喊：“小土豆！”“小土豆！”……我明明白找不到了，卻還是去找，眼，早已被眼水模糊，瘋狂地喊叫著“小土豆！”最終，我沒力氣了，倚在墻上慢慢地滑落下來，嘴里含著咸咸的淚水，喃喃道：“小土豆，你不要走，你為什么？我們還有很多第一次還沒有干，今日還是我生日，你還沒有慶祝我生日，還沒有吃生日蛋糕呢，為什么？為什么？”我的淚已干，哭已哭不出來了，我呆呆地望著墻，嘴里依然喃喃著小土豆這句話……

那以往屬于一只名叫小土豆的房子，骨頭，狗糧，是否也孤單呢？那一只狗與一個小男孩的故事也到了盡頭，那以往的一切，也成為了過去，這個我與這只小狗的事，也永遠成為了事，這只名叫小土豆的狗也不明白此刻在哪，僅有我，回憶著這一個已經(jīng)終結(jié)了的故事……

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)八

要快速有效地取得突破，比較常用的方法是：“集中巨大的人力、物力和財力，去對付一個問題?！辈贿^，盡管“如果10個人1天能挖10米的溝渠，那么20個人1天一定能夠完成20米”，然而，“如果一只母雞三周可以孵一窩蛋，那么兩只母雞一周半能孵出一窩小雞”卻并不成立。任何時候，我們都要分清，我們要做的事情究竟是“挖渠”還是“孵蛋”。

如今實力不斷壯大、強大到甚至讓比爾·蓋茨都有點寢食難安的google公司，其飛速發(fā)展的成功秘訣，究竟是什么呢?也許下面的內(nèi)容能讓你有所啟發(fā)。

google的頁面十分干凈，只有一個簡潔樸素的關(guān)鍵詞輸入框，沒有一條廣告的干擾。google的創(chuàng)始人拉里·佩吉指出：“我們的頁面會如此干凈，并不是因為我和布林(google的另一個創(chuàng)始人)有潔癖，而是因為這是一個商業(yè)決策?！?/p>

原來，google的創(chuàng)始人們推出這個頁面后，很快就意識到，對于搜索引擎用戶而言，這就足夠了。

美國webtop統(tǒng)計公司的調(diào)查報告也證實了這一點：人們?nèi)绻?2秒鐘內(nèi)找不到自己所需要的內(nèi)容，就會超出忍耐的限度，從而選擇離開。因此，google頁面的空白部分包含著巨大的商業(yè)價值：每個月至少會吸引來5000萬忠實用戶，并且用戶滿意率高達97%!

google的成功啟示了我們：合適的才是最好的!

在“中國鞋王”奧康集團內(nèi)部流傳著這樣一個故事。

在20xx年第一季度工作總結(jié)報告會上，輪到公司事業(yè)部某經(jīng)理匯報，該經(jīng)理興致勃勃地講到：“一季度原計劃開店70家，最終開店110家，超額完成任務(wù)。”

奧康集團總裁王振滔聽著聽著皺起了眉頭，他直言不諱地說：“這是嚴(yán)重超標(biāo)，是很不好的工作習(xí)慣?！?/p>

事業(yè)部經(jīng)理一聽，感到非常委屈：原以為會得到表揚，卻換來了批評。他當(dāng)時很想不通，自己取得了這么好的成績，怎么反而會遭到老板的責(zé)備呢。他正想要和老板爭辯，王振滔便迅速地接上剛才的話茬，語重心長地說：“你試想一下嘛，你超標(biāo)了這么多，你的管理、物流和人員能跟得上嗎?如果不能保證質(zhì)量，就不但不會形成有效的市場規(guī)模效益，反而打亂了原有的平衡。這樣做，相當(dāng)于是‘撿了芝麻，丟了西瓜’。盲目開店的結(jié)果，往往是開一家，死一家，最終都是在做無用功。”

善于打比方、講故事的王振滔頓了頓，然后對那位感覺受了委屈的經(jīng)理循循善誘起來：“這就好比一對夫婦原來只想要一個孩子，沒料到卻生了三胞胎，這對他們來說絕對是一件哭笑不得的事情。你想啊，家里人口一下子由兩口變成了五口，人多是熱鬧了，但撫養(yǎng)起來可就壓力大嘍!”

王振滔總裁最后向與會的所有人強調(diào)：“諸位請記住，最適合的才是最好的，我們不需要最優(yōu)秀的!”這個道理說起來雖然很簡單，但這個注重合適的平衡之術(shù)確實讓他的部下好好地思量了一番。

“最合適的才是最好的，我們不需要最優(yōu)秀的?！边@句話理解起來可不是一件簡單的事情，然而，誰能領(lǐng)悟好了它，誰就能學(xué)會用更少的投入獲得更大產(chǎn)出，能更好地勝任自己的工作，把握好自己的前程。

精選故事小兔和小狗賽跑(精)九

在我的印象中，也可以說是，在我的耳朵中；她，一直是位很嘮叨，啰嗦，很斤斤計較的人。

她是一位可以為了一塊錢跟商家拉扯半天，可以為了一件事重復(fù)給你說上數(shù)十遍的人。我從小到大一直很煩她，她總是不能按著我所預(yù)料的結(jié)果去做，她總是喜歡嘮嘮叨叨的，她一有時間就會與我同說她年輕時候的故事，她說得最多的故事，我都可以背下來了：

在她年輕的時候，她們那個小巷里有個裁縫鋪，那里有個女裁縫，她說那里的人總是稱呼她老嫚，別的也不了解，只知道她是上海人，但普通話說得極好。她們那兒的姑娘總愛去那兒做衣裳，不為別的，因為那老嫚的話兒說得極好。那個時候，誰家的女子不會女紅啊，一個個繡出來的花兒美極了。每逢過年，她們都會自制一雙花鞋過年，家家戶戶都會蒸幾籠饅頭、包子留著過年。

她是個愛嘮叨的人，不只是年齡的緣故還是什么？

我干了一件什么事，她總要說很久，我忘了什么，她會在那絮絮叨叨的說些什么，我只要一出門，她總會囑咐我很久，給我準(zhǔn)備一切要帶的東西。我一直都認為她是一個斤斤計較的人，她總是會做一些讓我覺得很掉價的事情：她會在大街上大聲說話，她會在有人的情況下訓(xùn)斥我……直到我終于發(fā)現(xiàn)了那個我早該發(fā)現(xiàn)的事情：她在大街上大聲說話是怕路邊太吵，我沒聽見；她在有人的情況下訓(xùn)斥我，是為了讓我不再犯錯；她總會囑咐我很久，是因為她的記性很差，她怕她會忘了告訴我；她總愛說年輕時候的故事，是因為她也曾有過青春；她與商家拉扯半天，是因為年輕時就不富裕，能省一筆是一筆；她那些省下的錢都拿去為我和家里買東西了，但她自己總會舍不得花一分錢，她總是會用各種方法推辭。

她勤儉持家，她也會害怕孤獨，她也曾擁有過青春……

那些在耳朵里安家的故事們，每天都在訴說著，訴說著種種，訴說著光陰如梭。

奶奶只是個孩子，歲月你別傷害她。