佛山工银安盛 知乎:大哥大姐我要一篇英语短文

[幽默]- an Old Maid
In a tiny village lived an old maid. In spite of her old age, she was still a virgin. She was very proud of it. She knew her last days were getting closer, so she told the local undertaker that she wanted the following inscription on her tombstone: "Born as a virgin, lived as a virgin, died as a virgin."
Not long after, the old maid died peacefully, and the undertaker told his men what the lady had said. The men went to carve it in, but as the lazy no-goods they were, they thought the inscription to be unnecessarily long. They simply wrote: "Returned unopened."

不知道你有没有听过"一个即将出生的婴儿与上帝的对话"?
无论是从取材,寓意上看都可谓极品.

http://forum.cnool.net/topic_show.jsp?id=861830&oldpage=36&thesisid=141&flag=topic1

Two friends were walking through the desert.At one point,they had an argument,and the first friend slapped the other in the face.The other friend was hurt,but quietly he wrote in the sand:"Today my best friend slapped me in the face"
they kept walking,until they found an oasis,There they decided to cool off and swim.The other friend started drowning,but his friend saved him.After he recovered from the near drowning,he wrote on a stone:"Today my best friend saved my life"
The friend,who had both slapped and saved his best friend ,asked him,"After I hurt you,you wrote in the sand,and now,you write on a stone,why?"The other friend replied:"When someone hurts us,we should write it down in sand,where the winds of time and forgiveness can erase it.But when someone does something good for us,we must engrave it in stone,where no wind can ever erase it."
两个朋友穿行在沙漠中。在某个时刻，他们争吵起来，第一个朋友打了另外一个朋友一个耳光。这第二个朋友受到伤害，但他默默地在沙地上写下：“今天我最好的朋友打了我一个耳光”
他们继续往前走，直到发现了一片绿洲。他们决定凉快一番游游泳。第二个朋友溺水了，但他的朋友救了他。他从濒临溺毙中苏醒过来后，在一块石头上写下：“今天我最好的朋友救了我”
那位先打了自己最好的朋友、后来又救了他的人问道：“我伤害了你之后，你在沙地上写了一句话，而现在你在石头上又写了一句话，为什么？”
他的朋友回答：“当某人伤害我们时，我们应该将其写在沙地上，时间和宽恕的清风会把它吹走。但是对于有恩于我们的人，我们应将其铭刻在石头上，什么风也无法把它吹走。”

......I say to you, my friends, so even though we must face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed - we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, sons of former slaves and sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers; I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places shall be made plain, and the crooked places shall be made straight and the glory of the Lord will be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to go to jail together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning-"my country 'tis of thee; sweet land of liberty; of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride; from every mountain side, let freedom ring"-and if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

So let freedom ring -- from the prodigious hill tops of New Hampshire, let freedom ring; from the mighty mountains of New York.Let freedom ring -- from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that.Let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and hamlet, from every state and city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Catholics and Protestants - will be able to join hands and to sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last, free at last; thank God Almighty, we are free at last."