My insight into life is bound up with three major factors. Primarily, life is full of wonders for me to explore. Set your heart on a mystery and you can find something new; and attach more of your mind to a challenge and you can get it under your control. But all this depends on how much knowledge you can enrich yourself with. secondly, life is short to any individual like me. The flower you have just kissed for the first time is now fading away while the love you have come to cherish is already on the wane. so both wondrousness and shortness of life. as a third factor, drive me to live each day fully
Path of thinking: 1. What’s your way of seeing life? 2. Why do you see it this way? key Summary: Just as mentioned above, people can view life from different standpoints. Some may see it as an experience of enjoying the pleasures life creates while others may regard it as a short period of accumulating material wealth. For my part, however, I would like to value it as the only chance of enriching myself with knowledge first , then serving the society with all my heart, and finally leaving the world without any regrets. Of course, I sometimes ask myself whether my angle of view is reasonable, but I always find my process of reasoning arrive at the same conclusion as before. >>>more My insight into life is bound up with three major factors. Primarily, life is full of wonders for me to explore. Set your heart on a mystery and you can find something new; and attach more of your mind to a challenge and you can get it under your control. But all this depends on how much knowledge you can enrich yourself with. Secondly, life is short to any individual like me. The flower you have just kissed for the first time is now fading away while the love you have come to cherish is already on the wane. So both wondrousness and shortness of life, as a third factor, drive me to live each day fully. 返回
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Back her church a leader of volunteer associations in her community, a concert piano player, and a piano teacher for over thirty years. Yes, they were long and graceful fingers
Graceful Hands I have never seen Mrs. Clark before, but I know from her medical chart and the report I received from the preceding shift that tonight she will die. The only light in her room is coming from a piece of medical equipment, which is flashing its red light as if in warning. As I stand there, the smell hits my nose, and I close my eyes as I remember the smell of decay from past experience. In my mouth I have a sour, vinegar taste coming from the pit of my stomach. I reach for the light switch, and as it silently lights the straight out at the side, taped cruelly to a board to secure a needle so that fluid may drip in; the left arm is across the sunken chest, which rises and falls with the uneven breaths. I reach for the long, thin fingers that are lying on the chest. They are ice cold, and I quickly move to the wrist and feel for the faint scene, I return to the bed to observe the patient with an unemotional, medical eye. Mrs. Clark is dying. She lies motionless: the head seems unusually large on a skeleton body; the skin is dark yellow and hangs loosely around exaggerated bones that not even a blanket can hide; the right arm lies makes no attempt to swallow; there is just not enough strength. “More,” the dry voice says, and we repeat the procedure. This time she does manage to swallow some liquid and weakly says, “Thank, you.” She is too weak for conversation, so pulse. Mrs. Clark’s eyes open somewhat as her head turns towards me slightly. I bend close to her and scarcely hear as she whispers, “Water.” Taking a glass of water from the table, I put my finger over the end of the straw and allow a few drops of the cool moisture to slide into her mouth and ease her thirst. She hands. Carefully, to avoid injuring her, I rub cream into the yellow skin, which rolls freely over the bones, feeling perfectly the outline of each bone in the back. Placing a pillow between her legs, I notice that these too are ice cold, and not until I run my hands up over her without asking, I go about providing for her needs. Picking her up in my arms like a child, I turn her on her side. Naked, except for a light hospital gown, she is so very small and light that she seems like a victim of some terrible famine. I remove the lid from a jar of skin cream and put some on the palm of my neither flowers, nor pictures of rainbows and butterflies drawn by children, nor cards. There is no hint in the room anywhere that this is a person who is loved. As though she is a mind reader, Mrs. Clark answers my thoughts and quietly tells me, “I sent ... my knees do I feel any of the life-giving warmth of blood. When I am finished, I pull a chair up beside the bed to face her and, taking her free hand between mine, again notice the long, thin fingers. Graceful. I wonder briefly if she has any family, and then I see that there are silence, I feel my own pulse quicken and hear my breathing as it begins to match hers, breath for uneven breath. Our eyes meet and somehow, together, we become aware that this is a special moment between two human beings ... Her long fingers curl easily around my hands and I nod my head slowly, smiling. family ... home ... tonight ... didn’t want ... them ... to see ...” Having spent her last ounce of strength she cannot go on, but I have understood what she has done. Not knowing what to say, I say nothing. Again she seems to sense my thoughts, “You …stay …” Tonight seems to stand still. In the total also gone. One single tear flows from her left eye, across the cheek and down onto the pillow. I begin to cry quietly. There is a swell of emotion within me for this stranger who so quickly came into and went from my life. Her suffering is done, yet so is the life. Slowly, still Without words, through yellowed eyes, I receive my thank you and her eyes slowly close. Some unknown interval of time passes before her eyes open again, only this time there is no response in them, just a blank stare. Without warning, her shallow breathing stops, and within a few moments, the faint pulse is family see her die, yet she did not want to die alone. No one should die alone, and I am glad I was there for her. Two days later, I read about Mrs. Clark in the newspaper. She was the mother of seven, grandmother of eighteen, an active member of holding her hand, I become aware that I do not mind this emotional battle, that in fact, it was a privilege she has allowed me, and I would do it again, gladly. Mrs. Clark spared her family an episode that perhaps they were not equipped to handle and instead shared it with me. She had not wanted to have her her church, a leader of volunteer associations in her community, a concert piano player, and a piano teacher for over thirty years. Yes, they were long and graceful fingers. Back
Text Analysis: Main Idea and devices for Developing It Back Main idea of the text The story deals with a doctor's view of a terminally ill grandmother as a terrible looking lady with graceful hands from the outset but a considerate lady with graceful heart and mind in the end Devices for developing it? 法总分法 写法
.Text Analysis: Main Idea and Devices for Developing It The story deals with a doctor’s view of a terminally ill grandmother as a terriblelooking lady with graceful hands from the outset but a considerate lady with graceful heart and mind in the end. Main idea of the text ? Devices for developing it? Back 双线法 总分法 描写法