学习啦【英语美文欣赏】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-09-29
小溪的魅力Attraction of Creeks
Nearly everybody has a creek in his or her past, a secret waterway where one spent the spring of one’s youth.
An old man’s voice weakens as he talks of a boyhood creek in Louisian where he swam and fished. A woman feels suddenly at home again as she remembers catching fish in the creek behind her parents’ house.
My creek wound between Grandfather’s garden and a neighbor’s hillside pasture. Its banks were shaded by cottonwood3 and redwood trees. On hot summer days the clear and cold water flowed over the little beaches where I fished.
Nothing historic ever happened in these creeks, but they are deep in memory. These creeks are bigger than they seem. They are a part of our hearts and minds more than powerful rivers.
While rivers are heavy, creeks are clear, innocent, lively and full of dreams and promise.duanwenw.com A child can paddle across them without a parent’s warnings. You can go to it alone, catch fish in it and swing from the ropes along its banks. Creeks belong to childhood, drawing you into a wider world, teaching you the curve of the earth.
Poet Robert Frost once wrote: It flows between us, over us and with us. And it is time, strength, tone, light, life and love.
Be Thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something, for it gives you opportunities to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations, duanwenw.com because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.
It's easy to be thankful to the good things. A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can become your blessings.
September is more than a month; it is a season in itself.
It begins with August’s leftovers and ends with October’s preparations, but along the way it achieves its own special satisfactions. September —in its own time, at its own pace —begins with the closing of the summer.
With September we begin to feel the autumn. It creeps in on misty dawns and disappears on hot afternoons. duanwenw.com It creeps into the treetops and the leaves, then rides a tuft of thistledown across the valley and away. It sits on a hilltop and cries like an October owl in the dusk. It plays with the wind. September is like a busy squirrel in a tree, and sometimes like a lazy river. It is summer’s ripeness and richness that brought to a sweet September.
Some of the rarest days of the year come in September, comfortably cool but pulsing with life, with clear and clean skies, duanwenw.com pure air and wind free of dust. The fields still smell of the sweetness of cut grass. September’s flowers are less varied than those of the spring, but so abundant that they make September a second May. The goldenrod, flowering by mid-August, reaches its peak of golden abundance in early September. Late thistles show their purple everywhere, and asters4 blossom along the roadsides, in meadows, on hilltops, even in cities.
We think of spring as the time of miracles, but September is also a lasting wonder.