優(yōu)秀散文范文(通用十篇)

優(yōu)秀散文范文(通用十篇)5優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇一)Twomen,bothseriouslyill,occupiedthesamehospitalroom.Onemanwasallowedtositupinhisbedforanhoureachafternoontohelpdrainthefluidfromhislungs.Hisbedwasnexttotheroom‘sonlywindow.Theothermanhadtospendallhistimeflatonhisback.Thementalkedforhoursonend.Theyspokeoftheirwivesandfamilies,theirhomes,theirjobs,theirinvolvementinthemilitaryservice,wheretheyhadbeenonvacation.Andeveryafternoonwhenthemaninthebedbythewindowcouldsitup,hewouldpassthetimebydescribingtohisroommateallthethingshecouldseeoutsidethewindow.Themanintheotherbedbegantoliveforthoseone-hourperiodswherehisworldwouldbroadenedandenlivenedbyalltheactivityandcoloroftheworldoutside.Thewindowoverlookedaparkwithalovelylake.Ducksandswansplayedonthewaterwhilechildrensailedtheirmodelboats.Youngloverswalkedarminarmamidstflowersofeverycoloroftherainbow.Grandoldtreesgracedthelandscape,andafineviewofthecityskylinecouldbeseeninthedistance.Asthemanbythewindowdescribedallthisinexquisitedetail,themanontheothersideoftheroomwouldclosehiseyesandimaginethepicturesquescene.Onewarmafternoonthemanbythewindowdescribedaparadepassingby.Althoughtheothermancouldn‘theartheband-hecouldseeitinhismind‘seyeasthegentlemanbythewindowportrayeditwithdescriptivewords.Daysandweekspassed.Onemorning,thedaynursearrivedtobringwaterfortheirbathsonlytofindthelifelessbodyofthemanbythewindow,whohaddiedpeacefullyinhissleep.Shewassaddenedandcalledthehospitalattendantstotakethebodyaway.Assoonasitseemedappropriate,theothermanaskedifhecouldbemovednexttothewindow.Thenursewashappytomaketheswitch,andaftermakingsurehewascomfortable,shelefthimalone.Slowlyandpainfully,heproppedhimselfupononeelbowtotakehisfirstlookattheworldoutside.Finally,hewouldhavethejoyofseeingitforhimself.Hestrainedtoslowlyturntolookoutthewindowbesidethebed.Itfacedablankwall.Themanaskedthenursewhatcouldhavecompelledhisdeceasedroommatewhohaddescribedsuchwonderfulthingsoutsidethiswindow.Thenurserespondedthatthemanwasblindandcouldnotevenseethewall.Shesaid,"Perhapshejustwantedtoencourageyou."優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇二)Iflifeisariver,itisthemostexcitingisthatasectionof|.Flowingatrickleofchildhood,lifebegantorestlessness,personalityspray,apieceafterpieceofPentiumthemelodyofItissurging,it'salwaysatimeofthewildandintractable,slapembankment,heavingshipoflife.Asanindividual,waterisgentleandweak,ofteneasilyconqueredbyotherobjects.Asgroup.Thewateristough,itcanconstantlywearstone,withoutfearofbreakingoffthemountains.So,wateristhemosttalkedaboutteamspirit.Itsinitialexplorationmaybeblind,butonceitdeterminesthefuturedirectionofitsown,itwillnothesitatetorushup,intheearthsketchedoutatrailofpioneers.Ahedgebetweenkeepsfriendshipgreen.Itisnotbig,ithasastrongvitality,withflexiblewaysofshowingthewisdomofwaves,Jianxi,lakes,rivers,oceans,andevenpeople'ssweatandtheeyesarethesoulofthecontainer.Itcorrectsthecoordinatesofhumanrelationshipswithdetachment.SowaterisagentlemaninallWeoftensaythatonlyreferstothenegativeFireandwaterhavenomercy.,it.Asthesourceofallthings,wateristhemostselfless,nomatterwherethecreatorsendsit,ithasnoregrets.Itenableslifetocontinue,sothatthemountainsandriversfullofspirituality,withallthingssidebysidetowithstandthesunstillcanconsume,togetherwiththeairtomaintainthehumanemotions.Thewaterofyouthhasneverbeensomanyscruplesandrulesandregulations,oncetheoldriverbedcannotbreaktheoutbreakofyouth,willbreakthroughtheshackles,andcreateanewchannel.Itsthoroughreflectionoftheworld'sbright,itssimplicityisofteneasytocausesedimentmixed,itscouragetofrightentheroadaheadofthetripstone,itsunrulyandoftenhurtinnocent.Simpleandcomplexintertwined,creationanddestructionofthesamelife,thisistheyouth,afastandcolorfuljourneyoflife.Becausethevibrantairpeiran,soitoftenmakespeopleworriedaboutthefragileandevencollapse.However,theyouthoftheriverisneverstop,despitetherapidsreefsstop,stopitwithoutdetermination.Conformtothelawsofnature,mercilesslydestroywavesafterthewavesdidnotfigure,andsowillmostwillingtotoassistwavestogetherintothedistance.Somepeopleloveinfacthedidnotseetheplacidinsmoothwater,theroleandvalueofyouth,notexperiencedfightingwavesofpleasure.Thecharmofyouthliesinthestrongandfierce,withoutthedynamicworldwillbestagnantwater,lifewillbeinsipid.Duetoconstraints,isnotadropofwatercanbeagitatedintheflood,noteveryrivercanHAOGEthousandsofmilesintothesea,havenotyetlandedwasruthlesslyevaporated,somewerewaste.Evenso,itcan'tchangeitsyouthfulpersonality.Jianxicanstay,afteralltheseawavesare.Becausethedropsofwatertotheseaofambition,onlytheeternalflowofhistoricaltorrentialrivers.Itwillnotbesmallbecauseofitsownsmalldropsofinferiority,norbecauseoftheriseofdamsandconvergenceofpublicitypersonality.Whentheenergyisslowingdown,lookingthewavesrollingbehindit,itwillproudlysay:"myyouthoncewaslikethis."優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇三)LastnightIfellasleep,eventhedreamisnotasclearasever.Wakeupatsixinthemorning,eyesstillclosed,openears,thehabitofwaiting,waitingforthesoundofbirdsfrolicrushme.Buttodayseemstobeunabletodoso,theearsofbirds,bytwosandthreesissparse,notthestyleofthepast.Getalookatthebalconyareawithathinlayerofwater,itbecamethehopeforalongtime,therainhasquietlyfromthedreamof,withoutatracewind,quietlyfallinginthebalcony,garden,givemejoy,bringamorning.Standingonthebalcony,thehabitoflookingtowardtheEastsky,thepast,thereistheillusionofregion,today,wasrelievedofrainheavymakeup,ararewhitemakeup.TherainwashedLaishowingadarkgreenbeforetheinkisdry.Amountain,alsolearnQianTangwaveshape,fromthesky,turningforwardanddownwardwrapped,willbeamountainasthewye.Thelargemountainsonthesouthwestsidearealsoconnectedbycloudsandfog.Theyareaimlesslyaroundthemountainunderthedirectionofthewind,andtheyarecoveredwithathinmass,likeacrumpledyarn,whichthelargemountains.Alongtheridge,thereisabigwindmill,withonlyafaintbladeofwindintheclouds,faraway,liketheartifactthatstirstheseaofclouds.Therainwassolow-keyandsoft,butitwasveryunexpected.InareathesandsJiangganhotvalley,theweatherhasalwaysbeenashottemperedtemperuprightman,itwasasunnysunny,cloudless;rain,justunderthedoctrineofthemean,itisneverjifengzhouyu!Character,because,initschesthall,inadditiontocoal,ironis.Butanyway,it'ssosoftandoccasional,it'sverygoodforme.Downstairsbanyantree,forthreeyears,intheMcare,now,hasreturnedtothetwofloorrestaurantawindowshade,fourseasonscool.Yesterdayisatreefullofbirds,cicadas,today,dotheyhavetorunwhererain,leavingawindowtherainentanglesintheear.Banana,istheancientrainliangpeng.Forthosefondmemoriesofchildhood,alsofortherainbeattherhythmofthebanana,lastyeardeliberatelyfromthefarmlandforaplant,nowisalreadythefivesonaroundtheknee.Largeslenderbananaleaves,naturallongsidefacesazithers,spreadintotheair,asifwaitingforsucharainyseason,waitingforGod'shandtogetXulightbomb.Thinkofthe"rainbeatbanana"thatyou'vebeenthinkingabout,andwhydon'tyoulistencarefullyandseeifyoucanhearalittlebitofpoetry?.So,Iwasleaningoutofthewindow,totheearthatafinerain,tellwhichisarhymefromrain,unfortunately,Teanaisnoteasilyleakedtothelaity.Itwillbealittlecloser,distancecloser?IputKampucheabacktotheupstreamofthepalmleafhat,whocametothetreefromthebackdoorclosetorunafewsteps,andthismanerisraininthedrybrownleafonthecracklingrainasvoiceless,dryDutchgeneralsounds.Itseemsthatthistimecannotlistentotherainplayingbanana.Itwasclosetotheedgeofthepapayatreewax,palmleavedlaceslightlyinvolute,fromupstairstoseeYeFangru,afinedewplateshape.Thecrystalraindropsfall,itisacarefulincomeintraday,cheststandasrespectfulnod,areceptionforguestslike.Themoistnightraingarden,lawn,arestlessstate,becomegreenthrownup.Onlypinepeonysomedifficult,woreabulgingbuds,nosun,itwillbelike?I'malittleworriedaboutitfor.Outalook,suchashispocketlikepeonyflowersopen,decoratedbyraindrops,ithasanindescribablecharm,fromthefloweroflovearisespontaneously.HibiscusandBougainvilleaonthesideoftheroadintherainisstillwarm,open,Xingxingdiandeng,becamearealRareRainyday.Ithought,therainsky,agray,itislonely.Mtwosurprisecall,butletmeseeanotherversion.AsIlookdownhisfingersoverthetreeslookedatlowaltitude,somebravebird,throughupsanddownsinthethickrain."Idon'tknowwhytheyflyintherain,"Msaid."Waitaminuteandyou'llunderstand.".Sureenough,thebirdflightarea,Igraduallyfoundthattherearesomeimperceptibleinsectsandalsowanderingintherain,totaketheirownlivestolurebirdsratherbaffling.Thebirdsarealsoquiteappreciate,everyoneissmartairhunter,theyfoundthatfliesincircles,aerialreconnaissancefastchase,amouth,begantolookforthenextagain,never.Misthesameway,willbestandinginthedoorway,withhiseyeschasingakitedriftingbird.AndIsitatthewindow,withtherainoutsidethewindow,readtwopagesofbooks,writetwolinesofwords,theheartisalsomoist.優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇四)Threepassions,simplebutoverwhelminglystrong,havegovernedmylife:thelongingforlove,thesearchforknowledge,andunbearablepityforthesufferingofmankind.Thesepassions,likegreatwinds,haveblownmehitherandinawaywardcourse,overadeepoceanofanguish,reachingtotheveryvergeofdespair.Ihavesoughtlove,first,becauseitbringsecstasy–ecstasysogreatthatIwouldoftenhavesacrificedalltherestoflifeforfewhoursofthisjoy.Ihavesoughtit,next,becauseitrelievesloneliness--thatterriblelonelinessinwhichoneshiveringconsciousnesslooksovertherimoftheworldintothecoldunfathomablelifelessabyss.Ihavesoughtit,finally,becauseintheunionofloveIhaveseen,inamysticminiature,theprefiguringvisionoftheheaventhatsaintsandpoetshaveimagined.ThisiswhatIsought,andthoughitmightseemtoogoodforlife,thisiswhat-atlast-Ihavefound.WithequalpassionIhavesoughtknowledge.Ihavewishedtounderstandtheheartsofmen.IhavetriedtoapprehendthePythagoreanpowerbywhichnumberholdsswayabovetheflu.Alittleofthis,butnotmuch,Ihaveachieved.Loveandknowledge,sofarastheywerepossible,ledupwardtowardtheheavens.Butalwayspitybroughtmebacktoearth.Echoesofcriesofpainreverberateinmyheart.Childreninfamine,victimstorturedbyoppressors,helplessoldpeopleahatedburdentotheirsons,andthewholeworldofloneliness,poverty,andpainmakeamockeryofwhathumanlifeshouldbe.Ilongtoalleviatetheevil,butIcannot,andItoosuffer.Thishasbeenmylife.Ihavefounditworthliving,andwouldgladlyliveitagainifthechancewereofferedme.優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇五)Bytheendofthelunarcalendar,thesupermarketinthecitywasfullofexquisiteredlanterns,andallkindsofpaper-cutwerealsodisplayedontheglasswindows,whicharethesymbolsoftheyear,andalsothebusinesscardsoftheyear.Iamdeeplyintastelikeafragileoldjarswerethesesymbolsandnamecardsuddenlyshattered,pouringwinewithrichmellowtasteranaway.WhenIwasyoung,Ilookedforwardtothenewyear.Fromthetwenty-threetothetwelfthlunarmonthlunar,everydayseemedtobecolorful,exudesthefragranceofsweetthickcotton.Inthevillagetheoldladysittingonthefutononthethickteachussingingnurseryrhymes:"twenty-threepeople,officer;twenty-four,twenty-five,andsweepthehouse;grindingtofu;twenty-six,twenty-seven,SteamedBunssteamed;killchickens;twenty-eight,pastepainting;twenty-nine,tobuywine;thirtyyears,thefirstlargepackagedumplings;Juezhaopigu,chaosandbow."ThisnurseryrhymelikeChinesenewyearweguidepeopleinthevillage,whenthelunartwenty-threeeatcandy,JizaoGodtwenty-fourofthetime,shewasbusywithabroomtocleanthehouse,twenty-fiveofthetimeforthenewyeartoeattofu,twenty-sixwhensteamedflower,everyfamilySteamedBunssteamedturniptasselbunsForthousandsofyears,thesunhasrisentothewestalongtheeternalpath,andinthespringofwinter,peoplehavefollowedsuchanewyearforthepastyear.Thetwenty-threeisthetwelfthlunarmonthsmall,alsocalledonthepeople,thisdayisalsomyhometownofLuWanmarketdayday.Thebazaarwascrowedwithcrowdsofpeople.Ifollowedmyparents,seethecandysellerclamoringtobuycandy,seesellingfirecrackersclamoringtobuyfirecrackers,seeAppleclamoringtobuyappleMyparentsagreedandboughtmenewsocks,shoes,hatsandclothes,andmademenewfromheadtotoe.Parentsusuallylivefrugally,pennies.Theyusuallydonotbuyfruit,donotbuypork,donotbuyclothes,andbegeneroustothenewyear.Whenwegohome,justlikeakangaroocarryinglargebagsofspecialpurchasesfortheSpringFestivalonthewayhome,stumbled.Myparentsarebusyinthealltheyearround,andonlybythetimeofthenewyeartheyenjoyfewgooddays.Theyalwaysgivethebesttotheirchildren.Weareagroupofcrazykidstosellthisshoptobuyguns,guns,pulllargefirecrackerfellinmypocket,playingintheVillageran,agunwillreadilyfalldownontheground,thesoundofacracklingsound,scaredthegeneralturmoil.Weweretiredanddugsomesmallpitsinthestreetandplayedagameofglassballs.Sofar,Ihaveforgottentherulesoftheglassballgame,butrememberthatIlosttheglassballtothesmallpartnerwhowonthegame.WhenIgrewup,Ifoundthatthereweremanymysteriousgamesintheadultworld,whichweremorebrutalanddeeperthanthechildren'sgames.Ifwefailinthegame,losingisnottheglassballsonotworthmentioningthingsmaybeevenMonthsandyearspassby.effort,freedomandhappinessforall.Ourfamilysatinthekitchentomakedumplingsontheafternoonofthethirtydayoftheyear.Themotherandthesurface,Ganmianskin.Abrother.MyfatherandIsatinfrontofthepottomakedumplings.Mybrotherlookedatmeandlaughedatthedumplings,andsaidthatsomeofthedumplingsImadewerelikedeadfish,somelikeafatsomelikeadumbduck,sougly.Thefathertookaone-centcoinoutofhispocketandwrappeditintothedumplingsandsaid,"whoevereatsthisdumplingtonightisthemostblessedone."Whendusk,firecrackersbombedthevillageasonefalls,anotherrises,theairwasfilledwiththesmellofgunpowderCecilstrands.Themotherwrappeddumplingsintotheboilingwaterbubblinginthepot.Fatherwithashovelandalayerofsandintheyard.Thesandisthelunartwenty-fivetractorsfromthevillageofShaGangpullbackalittlebit,dispersionfreshsmellatsumi.Ihavebeenpuzzlingoveronthethirtypeopleinthevillageandalayerofsand.Intheyard,probablymeaningexceptnewyear,blessingsandfortunes.Isteppedonthefreshandmoistsandandpickeduparedredfirecrackerwithabamboopole.Brotherfromzaotangtookasticktofirelitfirecrackers.Afteraburstofcracklingcannons,themotherhasasteamingandsmelldumplingsfilledtoawhiteporcelainbowl.Aofpork,pork,cabbageanddumplingsaredippedintheoldvinegar,whichistheannualdinnerofourfamily.Afterthenewyear'snightdinner,themotheralwaysburnedapotofhotwater.Onefamilysatonthebenchonthefootintoanironbowlwithhotfeet,feetsidesideandlaughing.ThemothersaidtowashfeetayearonNewYear'sEve:evilandevildistress.Thenewyearwilladdtoyourhappinessandyourlongevity,peaceandprosperity.Themotherwillalsoputafewnewbillsinthepocketofmeandmybrother.Shesaidthatwhetheradultsorchildren,whentheoldpocketshouldberich,soalltheyearrounddoesnotspendmoney,wewillhaveagooddayofftoorich.Thepastyearismorelikearitualofdelineationofagoodlife.Wecan'tbelazyinthemorningofthefirstyearoftheyear.Weshouldgetupearlyandwakeupconsciously,andparentscan'twakeusup.Whenthedawnofthevillageoffirecrackerslikethunder.Iwokeupfromthebed,hiseyespulledoutacigarettefromthecigaretteboxinherfather'sdoorhanginginthemouth,provokedalongfirecrackers,withacigaretteignitingfirecrackers,thenaburstoffirecrackers,smokefree,strongsmellofgunpowderintheyarddiffuse.Afterbreakfast,theygotothefamilyoftheelderlyinknotswithkowtowtopayNewYear'scall.MyfriendsandIplayedinafreeway,carryingmoneytotheshopforglassballs,bubbleandfirecrackers.Yearafteryearsilentlypast.Yearslikeabuddy,ahandholdingafuntoy,anotherDianzhegluttonousdelicacybeckonsus,loudly,fascinatedus.Aswegrowup,theyearlookslikewegrowup.Itturnedintoawell-manneredteenagerfromalivelyandnaughtychildandbecameadeepandstableyouthintheyears'change.Wouldnotlikebeforeandweplayfirecrackersgame,notlikebeforefoodwithus,andwewillneverbethesameagainwithwhimsyIsitonthesofaponderingovertheyearsintasteor.Iseemtosmellthesweetsmellofflowercandy,SteamedBunssmellsmell,smellthearomaofcookedpork,porkandcabbagedumplingsdelicious,smellthesmelloffirecrackers優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇六)IfIRest,IRustThesignificantinscriptionfoundonanoldkey“IfIrest,Irust”wouldbeanexcellentmottoforthosewhoareafflictedtheslightestbitofidleness.Eventhemostindustriouspersonadoptitwithadvantagetoserveasareminderthat,ifoneallowshisfacultiestorest,liketheironintheunusedkey,theywillsoonshowsignsofrustand,ultimately,cannotdotheworkrequiredofthem.Thosewhowouldattaintheheightsreachedandkeptbygreatmenkeeptheirfacultiespolishedbyconstantuse,sothattheymayunlockthedoorsofknowledge,thegatethatguardtheentrancestotheprofessions,toscience,art,literature,agriculture everydepartmentofhumanendeavor.Industrykeepsbrightthekeythatopensthetreasuryofachievement.IfHughMiller,aftertoilingalldayinaquarry,haddevotedhiseveningstorestandrecreation,hewouldneverhavebecomeafamousgeologist.Thecelebratedmathematician,EdmundStone,wouldneverhavepublishedamathematicaldictionary,neverhavefoundthekeytoscienceofmathematics,ifhehadgivenhissparemomentstoidleness,hadthelittleScotchlad,Ferguson,allowedthebusybraintogotosleepwhilehetendedsheeponthehillsideinsteadofcalculatingthepositionofthestarsbyastringofbeads,hewouldneverhavebecomeafamousastronomer.Laborvanquishesallnotinconstant,spasmodic,orill-directedlabor;butfaithful,unremitting,dailyefforttowardawell-directedpurpose.Justastrulyaseternalvigilanceisthepriceofliberty,soiseternalindustrythepriceofnobleandenduringsuccess.優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇七)Iwassixyearsold,mysister,SallyKay,wasasubmissivethree-year-oldgirl.Forsomereasons,Ithoughtweneededtoearnsomemoney.Idecidedweshould"hireout"asmaids.Wevisitedtheneighbors,offeringtocleanhousesforthemforaquatercents.Reasonableasourofferwas,therewerenotakers.ButoneneighbortelephonedmymothertoletherknowwhatMaryAliceandSallyKayweredoing.Motherhadjusthungupthephonewhenwecamefirstintothebackdoorintothekitchenofourapartement."Girls,"motherasked,"whywereyoutwogoingaroundtheneighborhoodtellingpeopleyouwouldcleantheirhouses?"Motherwasn'tangrywithus.Infact,welearnedafterwardsshewasamusedthatwehadcameupwithsuchanidea.But,forsomereason,webothdeniedhavingdoneanysuchthing.Shockedandterriblyhurtthatherdearlittlegirlscouldbesuch"boldfacedliars".MotherthentoldusthatMrs.Joneshadjustcalledandtoldherwehadbeentoherhouseandsaidwewouldcleanitforaquatercents.Facedwiththetruth,weadmittedwhatwehaddone.Mothersaidwehavefibed,wehavenottoldthetruth.Shewassurethatweknewbetter.Shetriedtoexplainwhyafibhurt,butshedidn'tfeelthatwereallyunderstood.Yearslater,shetoldusthatthelessonshecameupwithfortryingtoteachustobetruthfulwouldprobablyhavebeenfounduponbychildpsychologists.Theideacametoherinaflash,andatender-heartedmothertoldusitwasthemostdifficultlessonsheevertaughtus.Itwasalessonweneverforgot.Afteradmonishingus,mothercheerfullybegainpreparingforlunch.Aswemonchingonsandwhiches,sheasked:"Wouldyoutwoliketogotoseethemoviesthisafternoon?""Wow,wouldweever?"Wewonderedwhatmoviewouldbeplaying.Mothersaid:"TheMatinee"."Oh,fatastic!WewouldbegoingtoseeTheMatinee,wouldweWegotbathedandalldressedup.Itwaslikegettingreadyforabirthdayparty.Wehurriedoutsidetheapartment,notwantingtothebusthatwouldtakeusdowntown.Onthelanding,Momstunnedusbysaying,"Girls,wearenotgoingtothemoviestoday."Wedidn'thearherright."What?"weobjected."Whatdoyoumean?Aren'twegoingtoTheMatinee?Mommy,yousaidthatwearegoingtotheMatinee."Motherstoopedandgatheredusinherarms.Icouldn'tunderstandwhythereweretearsinhereyes.Westillhadthetimetogetthebus,buthuggingus,shegentlyexplainedthisisafibfeltlike."Itisimportantthatwhatwesayistrue,"Momsaid."Ifibbedtoyoujustnowanditfeltawfultome.Idon'teverwanttofibagainandI'msureyoudon'twanttofibagaineither.Peoplemustbeabletobelieveeachothers.Doyouunderstand?"Weassuredherthatweunderstood.Wewouldneverforget.Andsincewehadlearnedalesson,whynotgotothemovietoseeTheMatinee.Therewerestilltime.Nottoday.Mothertoldus.Wewouldgotime.Thatishowoverfiftyyearsago,mysisterandIlearnedtotruthful.Wehaveneverforgottenhowmuchafibcanbehurt.優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇八)ThreeDaystoSeeAllofushavereadthrillingstoriesinwhichtheherohadonlyalimitedandspecifiedtimetolive.Sometimesitwasaslongasayear,sometimesasshortas24hours.Butalwayswewereinterestedindiscoveringjusthowthedoomedherochosetospendhislastdaysorhislasthours.Ispeak,ofcourse,offreemenwhohaveanotcondemnedcriminalswhosesphereofactivitiesisstrictlydelimited.Suchstoriessetusthinking,wonderingwhatweshoulddoundersimilarcircumstances.Whatevents,whatexperiences,whatassociationsshouldwecrowdintothoselasthoursasmortalbeings,whatregrets?SometimesIhavethoughtitwouldbeanexcellentruletoliveeachdayasifweshoulddietomorrow.Suchanattitudewouldemphasizesharplythevaluesoflife.Weshouldliveeachdaywithgentleness,vigorandakeennessofappreciationwhichareoftenlostwhentimestretchesbeforeusintheconstantpanoramaofmoredaysandmonthsandyearstocome.Therearethose,ofcourse,whowouldadopttheEpicureanmottoof“Eat,drink,andbemerry”.Butmostpeoplewouldbechastenedbythecertaintyofimpendingdeath.Instoriesthedoomedheroisusuallysavedatthelastminutebysomestrokeoffortune,butalmostalwayshissenseofvaluesischanged.Hebecomesmoreappreciativeofthemeaningoflifeanditspermanentspiritualvalues.Ithasoftenbeennotedthatthosewholive,orhavelived,intheshadowofdeathbringamellowsweetnesstoeverythingtheydo.Mostofus,however,takelifeforgranted.Weknowthatonedaywemustdie,butusuallywepicturethatdayasfarinthefuture.Whenweareinbuoyanthealth,deathisallbutunimaginable.Weseldomthinkofit.Thedaysstretchoutinanendlessvista.Sowegoourpettytasks,hardlyawareofourlistlessattitudetowardlife.Thesamelethargy,Iamafraid,characterizestheuseofallourfacultiesandsenses.Onlythedeafappreciatehearing,onlytheblindrealizethemanifoldblessingsthatlieinsight.doesthisobservationapplytothosewhohavelostsightandinadultlife.Butthosewhohaveneversufferedimpairmentoforhearingseldommakethefullestuseoftheseblessedfaculties.Theireyesandearstakeinallsightsandsoundshazily,withoutconcentrationandwithlittleappreciation.Itisthesameoldstoryofnotbeinggratefulforwhatwehaveuntilweloseit,ofnotbeingconsciousofhealthuntilweareill.Ihaveoftenthoughtitwouldbeablessingifeachhumanbeingwerestrickenblindanddeafforafewdaysatsometimeduringhisearlyadultlife.Darknesswouldmakehimmoreappreciativeofsight;silencewouldteachhimthejoysofsound.優(yōu)秀散文范文(篇九)Ayoungmanwasgettingreadytograduatefromcollege.Formanymonthshehadadmiredabeautifulsportscarinadealersshowroom,andknowinghisfathercouldwellaffordit,hetoldhimthatwasallhewanted.AsGraduationDayapproached,theyoungmanawaitedsignsthathisfatherhadpurchasedthecar.Finally,onthemorningofhisgraduation,hisfathercalledhimintohisprivatestudy.Hisfathertoldhimhowproudhewastohavesuchafineson,andtoldhimhowmuchhelovedhim.Hehandedhissonabeautifulwrappedgiftbox.Curious,butsomewhatdisappointed,theyoungmanopenedtheboxandfoundalovely,leather-boundBible,withtheyoungmansnameembossedingold.Angrily,heraisedhisvoicetohisfatherandsaid,"WithallyourmoneyyougivemeaBible?"Hethenstormedoutofthehouse,leavingtheBible.Manyyearspassedandtheyoungmanwasverysuccessfulinbusiness.Hehadabeautifulhomeand