学习啦【朗诵技巧】 编辑：思媛 发布时间：2016-09-17
I am the wind， the gentle wind; I am the clouds， the slow， drifting clouds; I am the water，the silent water; I am the mountains，the boundless mountains… If you so want，I will be the gentle wind that will wrap around your lonely spirit! If you so desire，I will be the slow，drifting clouds that will unquestioningly be your support! If you so wish，I will be that silent water，without a murmur，protecting you by your side.
If you so will， I will love you unrelentingly，just like those boundless，unbroken mountain ranges and valleys! But，I regret I am not the wind and not able to take care of you. I hate that I am not the clouds and not able to bring you warmth; I pity myself that I am not the water and not able to be so pure; I am angry that I am not the mountains and not able to have my love will be as immovable as I would like.
I can only be myself this time， my mortal，earthly self， my only self，the only self that I can ever hope to be.
I thirst for love but I do not understand her deep mystery. I strive for transcendence but I would rather be silent and nameless. I want to be mature but I would rather remain innocent. I would like that she love me， but I do not know even if I truly love her! Endless searching， thirsting， striving， pursuing-where are my goals? Where is my future?
In this mundane world， I am one lonely speck; in this universe I am a powerless particle of dust. My love，thought beautiful，is nothing great in itself. And so， I ask only to live as well as I can. In truth，there is no need to live one‘s life basking in glory，rising above men—— so long as one’s life has some value， has some security… Fearless and capricious， love will cause me great pain. Youth， transient and inconstant，will bring me loneliness. Work，busy and mindless，will make me lost.
I am just searching for and waiting for some of that which shines， that which is radiant in life…
Love Your Life
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.
It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is.
You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.
The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. which should be more disreputable.
Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old, return to them.
Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.
When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20; but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.