A siege of the city of the enemy, the city residents to get together to discuss common fight against the enemy's approach.
A build Carpenter to come forward to advocate the use of bricks as a resist material; a carpenter decided to propose to the enemy using wood is the best method; a cobbler, stood up and said: "Gentlemen, I do not agree with your views and I think that as resist material, as no better than what Paper. "
It is said that people are accustomed to from their own point of view, the view that they are familiar with what is the best.
When man first saw the Camel, he was so frightened at his vast size that he ran away. After a time, perceiving the meekness and gentleness of the beast's temper, he summoned courage enough to approach him. Soon afterwards, observing that he was an animal altogether deficient in spirit, he assumed such boldness as to put a bridle in his mouth, and to let a child drive him.
A COCK, scratching for food for himself and his hens, found a precious stone and exclaimed: "If your owner had found thee, and not I, he would have taken thee up, and have set thee in thy first estate; but I have found thee for no purpose. I would rather have one barleycorn than all the jewels in the world."
THE BEASTS of the field and forest had a Lion as their king. He was neither wrathful, cruel, nor tyrannical, but just and gentle as a king could be. During his reign he made a royal proclamation for a general assembly of all the birds and beasts, and drew up conditions for a universal league, in which the Wolf and the Lamb, the Panther and the Kid, the Tiger and the Stag, the Dog and the Hare, should live together in perfect peace and amity.
The Hare said, "Oh, how I have longed to see this day, in which the weak shall take their place with impunity by the side of the strong." And after the Hare said this, he ran for his life.
Long, long ago, there was a king. Solomon was his name. He was very clever.
In his country, there were two women. They lived in the same house and each had a child.
One night, one of the babies died. The dead baby’s mother took the other woman’s baby, and put it in her own bed.
The next morning , they had a quarrel.
“No, this is my baby!” The dead is yours!”
Each one wanted the living baby. So they went to see King Solomon.
“Bring me a knife, cut the child into two and five each woman one half.” said the King.
“Oh. Your Majesty! Give her my baby. Please don’t kill my baby!”
Then King Solomon pointed to the woman in teas and said, “Give the baby to her. She is the mother.”
很久很久之前,有一位国王,他的名字叫所罗门,他非常聪明。
在他的国家里,有两位妇女,她们住在同一间房子里。各有一个婴儿。
一天夜里,其中一个婴儿死了。他的妈妈抱另一位妇女的小孩,把他放在自己的床上。
第二天早上,他们发生了争吵。
“不,这是我的孩子!这个死的是你的!”
他们都想要这个活着的孩子,于是她们去见所罗门国王。
“给我拿把刀来,把这个孩子切成两半,没人一半。”国王判决道。
“哦,陛下,把我的孩子给她吧。请不要杀了我的孩子!”一位母亲哭喊道。
于是所罗门指着流泪的妇女说:“把孩子给她,她是真正的母亲。”
A bus full of passengers was speeding along the downhill road, and a man was following the car closely. A passenger pushed his head out of the window and said, "man! You can't catch it!
"I have to catch it," gasped the man. "I'm the driver of this car."
(some people have to work very hard, because otherwise, the consequences will be miserable! But it is also because of the need to go all out, that the underlying instinct and the hidden qualities will eventually be revealed.
A: "the new neighbor is so hateful. Last night, at midnight last night, when the night was quiet, he rang the doorbell of my house."
B: "damn it! Did you call the police right away?"
A: "no. I think they're nuts and keep blowing my trumpet."
If you can see yourself first, the answer will be different. When you face conflict and conflict, think about whether you have a loss in your heart, or you may soon be able to let go.
Do you want to be happy? Of course you do, but according to new research, resting and relaxation are no way to go about it.
You're better off going to the theatre or exercising; even a visit to the library beats lounging around on the sofa.
Such were the findings of a joint study by the University of Sussex and the London School of Economics, which has come up with a list of 33 activities that make us happy.
One thing's for certain, texting and social media come at the bottom of the list, only increasing our happiness by a puny 0.45 per cent.
But happiness doesn't have to come from other people. It can come from within - and connecting with the world around you.
A few years ago I went through a period of such severe depression that life didn't seem worth living. It was like permanent winter, so bleak and cold that the sun would never shine.
Then I saw snowdrops pushing through the freezing, iron-hard ground. I looked at them every day until I felt that if they could come back to life, then so could I.
Those green shoots gave me hope in a way that nothing else had.
As spring came, I started to put in more and more plants, until the garden was ablaze with colour. Life was growing through my hands; gentle, peaceful, but, above all, optimistic. If I gave love, it was returned, a hundredfold.
I could spend hours lost in gardening. The form of depressive illness I have is biological. It has affected generations of my family and follows no rhyme, reason nor circumstance. I can be depressed when the sun is shining or I am surrounded by a group of loving friends.
Of course, fresh air and exercise help to alleviate depression, but for me gardening is more than that. It represents endurance as well as hope.
At the end of the first garden I made stood a tree, huge and magnificent. It withstood freezing temperatures and gale-force winds. It bent but never broke.
The leaves dropped until it looked no more than a stark skeleton, but it always, always came back to life. And so I learned that we may be battled and bruised, but hope is a living thing.