To be really happy and really safe,one

ought to have at least two or three habbies.

and they must all to be real.  It is no use starting

 late in life to say:i will take an interest

in this or that.such as attmapt only aggravates

the strain of mantal and effort.A man require

great knowledge of topics unconnected with

his daily work and yet hardly get any benefit

or relief.It is no use doing  what you like:

death.  It is no use offering the manual labourer

tired out with hard week's sweat and effort.

the chance of playing a game of football or

baseball on Saturday afternoon. It is no use

inviting the politician or the professional and

business man,who has been working and worring

about serious things for six days,to work or

worry the trifling things at the weekend.

 

 

 

 

useful human beings into divided two classess:

fiist, those whose work is work and pleasure

pleasure are one.Of these the former are

majority.They have their compensations.

The long hours in the office or the factory

bring with them as their reward,not only

the means of sustences,but a keen appetite

for pleasure even the simplest and most

modest froms.But Fontune's favoured

chlidren belong to the secnod class.

Their life is natural harmony.For them the

working hours never long enough.Evech

day is holiday,and ordinary holidays

when they come are grudged  as

enforced interruptions in an absorbing

vacation.Yet to both classes the need

of atlernative outlook,of a change of atmospere

of a adiversion of effort is essential .Indeed,

it may well be that those work is their

pleasure are those who most need the

means of banishing in at intervals from

their minds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   The significant inscription found an old key,

"I rest,i rust"-.would be an excllent motto

for those who are afflicted whit the slightest bit

of idleness .Even the most industrious person

might adopt it with advantage to serve as

reminder that.If one  allows his facuties to

rest, like the iron in unsued key ,they will

soon show signs.ultimately,cannot do the

work requierde of them.

 

    Those who wuold attain the heights

racahed and kept by the great man must

keep their faculites polished by constan

use.so the may unlock the doors of knowlage.

the gates that guard the entrence to the

professions to:science. art. literature .agriculture.

every departmen of human endeavor.

 

    Industry keep bright the key that

opens the treasury of achievement.If

Hugh Miller, after all toilling all day in a

quarry ,had devoted his vevenings to

rest and recration.he would never have

become a famoues geologest. The

celebrated mathematician .Edmund stone

would never have a published  mathematical

dictionary ,never have found the key of science

of mathematics.if he had given his spare

monments to idleness.Had the litte

Scolch lan ,Ferguson,if he allowed the busy

brain to go to sleep while the tended

sheep on hillsade,instead of the caculating

the poistion of starts by the string of

beads.he would never have become a

famous astonomer.

 

    Labor vanquishes all-- not inconstant

spasmodic or ill-directed labor: but faithful

unremitting daily efforttoward a well-dire

cted purpose.Just as turely as eternal 

vigilance the price of literty .so is etrenal

industry the price noble and enduring success.  

 

  

 

 

 

~ THE GOODNESS OF LIFE ~

 

     Though there is to much concern about.

there is far ,far more for which to be thankfull

Though life's goodness can at times overshadowed

it is never outweight.

 

   For every single act that is sensless

destuceves thousands mor small, quiet

act of love, kindness ,compassion.For

every person who seeks to hurt ,there

are many ,many more who devot lives

to helping and to healing.

 

There is goodness to life that cannot be denied

 

   In the most magnificent and the samllest

detailes ,look cloosely.for that goodness

of life always comes shining away.

 

    There is no liminted to the goodness

of life.It grows more abundant with each

new encounter.The more expreice and

appreciate the goodness of life ,the more

there is to be lived.

 

   Even when the cold wind blow and

the world seems to be in foggy shadows

the goodness of life lives on.Open your

eyes,open your heart.you will find goodness

is everywhere.

 

   Though the goodness of life seems at

times suffer setbacks ,it always enduers.

for the darkest monent is becomes vividly

clear that is life presiless presasure.And

so the goodness of life is even made stronger

by every things that would oppose it.

 

     Time and time again when you feard it

was gone forever,you found the goodness

of life was really only moment away,Around

next croner ,insaid every monent.the good-

ness of life is here to suiprise and delight

you.

 

     Take a monent to let goodness of life

touch your spirit and clam your thoughts

Then, share your good forune with another.

For the goodness of life grows more and

more magnificent each time it is given away.

 

      Thought the problems constantly scream

for attention and the confilects appear to

rage ever stronger,the goodness of life

grows stronger still,quietly .peacfully.

with more purpos and meaning ever before.

 

 

 

 

     

  

 second chapter  about happy

      ~ hope you like it~

 

            ~ Be ~ happy ~

The days that make us happy make us wise.

                                         

                                     ---John masefield

 

   When i first read this lines by England's poet

laureate,it startled me.what did masefield mean?

without thinking about it much,i had always assumed

that the opposite was ture,But his sober assurance

was aressting me,i could not forget it.

  

   Finally,i seemed to grsap the meaning and realized,

that here was a profound obserevation.that wisdom

with happiness makes possible lines in clear perpception

,not fogged by anxiety, nor dimmide by dispaire and

boredom,and without the blind spots caused by fear.

 

    Active happiness,not mere saitisfaction or contentment.

-often comes sundenly,like an Aprie shower or the unfloding

of a bud,then you discover what kind of has wisdow 

accommpanied it.The grass is geener: bird songs

is sweeter:and shortcomings of your friends are more

understandable and more forgeivable. Happiness

is like a paire of eyeglasses corecting your spiritual vision.

 

    Nor are the insightsof happiness linimted to

what  is near around you,unhappy  with your thought

truned in upon your emtional woes ,your vison as

you though by the wall.Happy ,the wall crumbles.

 

     The long vista is there for the seeing, The ground

at your feet,the world about your--thoughts ,emtions,

people,and presures ---are now fitted in to the larger

 sence. Everything assumed a fairer proportion.And here

 is the benging of wisdom.

                                       Lloyd Morris

 

 

 

    The Happy Door  &   Be Happy

   

 

     THE HAPPY DOOR

    Happiness is like a pebble dropped into

a pool set in motion an ever-widening ,

circle of repples." As Stevenson has said,

being happy is a duty."

    There is no exact definition of the wrod

happiness. happy people are happy for all

sorts of reasons,since we find the beggars ,

invalides and so-called failures,who are extremely

happy.

    Bing happy is a sort of an expected dividce,

but staying happy is an accomplishment, a thrimph

of soul and charcher.It is not selfish to strive for

it, It is indeed, a aduty to ourvesles and others.

    Bing unhappy is like an infectious disease. It

causes people to shrink away from the sufferer.

He soon find himself alone, miserable and embitter.

There is, however ,a cure so simple as to seem.

At frist glance ridiculous ,if you don't feel happy,

preten to be!

     It wroks, before long you will find that instead

of repelling people ,you attcater them.you discover

how deeply rewarding, it is to be the center circle

wider and wider of good will.

     Then the make-believe people becomes a reality.

you possess the secret of peace of mind, and

can forget youself in being fo service to others.

      Bing happy, once it is realized as a duty and

establish as a hibit. open the doors you will find

the graden throuth with grateful friends.

 

 

                      When  Love Beckons You

    When love beckons to you, fellow him. thouth his ways

hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you, yield to him

Thouth his sword hidden among in his pinions may wound you

And when his speaks to you, believe in him, thouth his voice

may shatter your dreams as north wind like lays wates the graden

    For even as ,he crowns for you so shall he courcity you, Even

as he is for your growth so is he  for your pruning. Even as he

ascend you to hieght and caressers your tenderesd branches

in the sun.so shall he descend you to the roots, and shake them

in their clinging to the earth.

     But if,in you fear,you only seek love's peace and love's

pleasure ,then it is better for you that you cover you nakedness

and pass out the thressing-floor .you will pull into the sesonless

wrod,where your shall laught, but all of your laughter ,and weep

but not all of you tears.love gove's naught ,but itself.take nauth

but from itself.love possesses not ,nor would it be possessesd,

for love is sufficient unto love.

     Love no other deriser, but to fulfill itself,if you love and must

have desires, let these bu you desires:

    

      To melt and like be running brook,that sings its  melody to

the night.

    

     To know the pain of too much tenderest

    

     To be wound by your own understaning of love

 

     And to bleed  wllinglly and joyfully.

     

     To wake at down wiht a winged hart and give thanks

 for another day of loving.

    

      To rest at noon hour and miditate love's esctsay

    

      To renturn home at eventide wiht gratitude.

    

       And then to sleep with prayerfor the beloved

 in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

     

      This is my heart turly feeling, i will do forver ,

and  i am alredy did.touch my heart ,you will find

i have so many dreams and so many pity.

      

   

 

     I   DONOT  KNOW

 

     I really  donnot know~

 

     I  donnot know what is fashion  when i arrived  at   oxford street and

bond street of london,  so many people hithe and thither ,like beijing  wang

fujing street or more than here.

 

    I  london is riche  city ,a lots of richers that had car which car ofthen is

roslaisi or mercedes bends or  BMW.and the people so sepcile .

    I donnot know why some people who are extremly rich, if want buy someting

that maby $10000,like spend 100RMB . i donot know i should admire them or

should leva them far.

 

    The world always make a mockery with the human, there have lots children

in famnie ,and no money go to school. victims of tortured by opperossers for

hleppless old people . there have lots driver  BMW or handbag si LV.

this is different the upper class and the lower class.

 

    ~So funny.How a pity ~

 

    the world alway kidding with us.becuse he is seperate  poorer and richer .

 

                                  what i have lived for      

    Three passions,but overwhelmingly strong,have govment my life:

The longning for love ,the seach for knowlege and unbearable

pity for the suffring of mankind.these passions , like gret wind

blown me hither and thither ,in awayward course . over a deep

ocean of anguish . reching the very verge of despair.

     I have sought love ,First because it is brings ecstasy- ecstasy

so great that i would often sacrificeds all the rest my life for a few

hour for this joy.I have sought it,next because is relieves loneliness,

that terrible loneliness  in which one shovering consicousness look over

in the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss.

I  have sought it, finall because the union of love i have seen, in a

mystic of miniature ,the prefigering vision of the havens saints and

poets have imagined. This is what i sought,and thought it might see

too good for human life, this is what --at last --i have found.

      Whit equal passion i have sought knowledge , I have wished to

understand the hearts of man ,and i wished to know why the stars shine.

and i have tired to apprehend the pythagorean power but which number

holad sway above flux, a of little this,but not much ,i have achived.

      Love and konwlege ,so far as they were possible,let uparwed 

toward the heaven.But always pity brought me back to earth.eachoes

of cries pian reverberate in my heart . children in famine ,victims tortured

by opperssors. helpless old people a hated bundern to their sons.and

the whole word of loneliness , poverte and pain make a mockery of

what human life shuold be.I long to alleviate the evil.But i cannot ,and i

too suffer.

         This has been my life .i have found it worth living, and would

gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

 

 

          Tucked away in our subconsciousness  is an idllyice vision.We

 

 

lookback time and time again  

 

I can not care about years when  I was care about sunddenly i fund older

and  older ,wrinkle ni my skin and my eyes had not red lips  ,water  eyes ,

and rosy cheeks.but  my heart  go on .