【正文】 —an alarm of fire。 hoofs sounds from the wooden bridge. [00:]Then all is still save the continuous wind or the sound of the neighboring sea. [00:]The village clock strikes。 [01:]so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened。 [00:]peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. [00:]Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? [00:]If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? [00:]Where could he hide them? [00:]If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?[00:]I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, [00:]but I do feel my hands are getting empty. [00:]Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. [00:]Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, [01:]my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. [01:]Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.[01:]Those that have gone have gone for good, those to e keep ing。s nature,[01:]but of accumulated knowledge applied to practical life.[01:]The problem now facing humanity is:[01:]What is going to be done with all this knowledge?[01:]As is so often pointed out, knowledge is a twoedged weapon[01:]which can be used equally for good or evil.[01:]It is now being used indifferently for both.[01:]Could any spectacle, for instance, be more grimly weird[01:]than that of gunners using science to shatter men39。 [01:]and accordingly all experience has shown, [01:]that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, [01:]than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. [01:]But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, [01:]pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them [02:]under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, [02:]to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. [02:]—Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies。s exuberance enough to retain selfconfidence and pursue pioneering work, you are unique in your natural qualities, and your charm and grace will remain. Elderly people are beautiful if their river of life has been, through plains, mountains and jungles, running its course as it should. You have really lived your life which now arrives at a placent stage of serenity indifferent to fame or wealth. There is no need to resort to hairdyeing； the snowcapped mountain is itself a beautiful scene of fairyland. Let your looks change from young to old synchronizing with the natural ageing process so as to keep in harmony with nature, for harmony itself is beauty, while the other way round will only end in unpleasantness. To be in the elder39。 but still, I repeat, they are no guarantee for sanctity or even for conscientiousness, and they may attach to the man of the world, to the profligate, to the heartless, pleasant, alas, and attractive as he shows when decked out in them. Taken by themselves, they do but seem to be what they are not。星火書業(yè) 晨讀英語(yǔ)美文100篇六級(jí)Passage 1. knowledge and VirtueKnowledge is one thing, virtue is another。 they look like virtue at a distance, but they are detected by close observers, and in the long run。s pany is like reading a thick book of deluxe edition that fascinates one so much as to be reluctant to part with. As long as one finds where one stands, one knows how to package oneself, just as a modity establishes its brand by the right packaging. Passage 3. Three Passions I Have Lived for Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life:the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy—ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. [00:]I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness [00:]—that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness [00:]looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. [01:]I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, [01:]in a mystic miniature, [01:]the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. [01:]This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, [01:]this is what—at last—I have found. [01:]With equal passion I have sought knowledge. [01:]I have wished to understand the hearts of men. [01:]I have wished to know why the stars shine ... [01:]A little of this, but not much, I have achieved. [01:]Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. [01:]But always pity brought me back to earth. [01:]Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. [02:]Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people [02:]—a hated burden to their sons, [02:]and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. [02:]I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. [02:]This has been my life. [02:]I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again [02:]if the chance were offered me.[00:]Passage 4. A Little Girl [00:]Sitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl. [00:]With her head bent back she was gazing up at the sky and singing, [00:]while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud [00:]that hovered like a golden feather above her head. [00:]The sun, which had suddenly bee very br