平时多阅读一些励志的好文，可以为自己增加一些励志正能量。下面是我给大家整理的最励志的经典深度好文，供大家阅读!
——送给每天在奔波的80后一代，每天让自己看一遍
泰国的传奇人物—白龙王告诫: 人只要脾气好，凡事就会好。很多人来到这里都问我∶ 我的事业好不好?家庭好不好?孩子好不好?姻缘好不好?我只是回答一句∶你的脾气好不好?
人的一生都在学做人 ，学习做人是一辈子的事,没有办法 毕业 的。人生不管是士农工商,各种人等,只要学习就有进步。
第一、「学习认错」
人常常不肯认错，凡事都说是别人的错，认为自己才是对的,其实不认错就是一个错。
认错的对象可以是父母,朋友,社会大众、上帝，甚至向儿女或是对我不好的人认错,自己不但不会少了什么,反而显得你有度量。
学习认错是美好的，是一个大修行。
第二、「学习柔和」
人的牙齿是硬的，舌头是软的，到了人生的最后，牙齿都掉光了，舌头却不会掉，所以要柔软，人生才能长久，硬反而吃亏。
心地柔软了，是修行最大的进步。 一般形容执着的人说，你的心、你的性格很冷、很硬，像钢铁一样。如果我们像禅门说的调息、调身、调心， 慢慢调伏像野马、像猴子的这颗心，令它柔软，人生才能活得更快乐、更长久。
第三、「学习生忍」
这世间就是忍一口气，风平浪静，退一步海阔天空; 忍，万事都能消除。
忍就是会处理、会化解，用智慧、能力让大事化小、小事化无。
要生活、要生存、要生命，有了忍，可以认清世间的好坏,善恶,是非.甚至接受它。
第四、「学习沟通」
缺乏沟通，会产生是非、争执与误会。
最重要的就是沟通，相互了解、相互体谅、相互帮助，大家都是龙兄虎弟，互相争执、不沟通怎么能和平呢?
第五、「学习放下」
人生像一只皮箱，需要用的时候提起，不用的时就把它放下，应放下的时候，却不放下，就像拖着沉重的行李，无法自在。人生的岁月有限，认错、尊重、包容才能让人接受，放下才自在啊!
第六、「学习感动」
看到人家得好处，要欢喜;看到好人好事，要能感动。
感动是一个爱心、菩萨心、菩提心，在几十年的岁月里，有许多事情、语言感动了我们,所以我们也很努力的想办法让别人感动。
第七、「学习生存」
为了生存，要维护身体健康，身体健康不但对自己有利，也让朋友、家人放心，所以也是孝亲的行为。
从自己做起，每天晚上睡觉前问问自己：今天我发脾气了吗?
情绪是送信的客人，每一封信都来自于我们的内心。如果你对客人能以礼相待，理解并应对好这封信，客人就会走了。相反，如果你关门不接待，这个客人就会一次次的不请自来，就像一个送快递的，怕你收不到一趟趟的送，因为你关着门，他怕你听不到就敲门、砸门甚至撞门，白天你不开门，他晚上再来，那就是你做梦的时候，你的保安(理性)下班以后。
人很容易评判，对于那些不愉快的、不喜欢的情绪，就称为负面情绪，所以，我说的“好”是针对人们以为的“坏”。
越是大的情绪越有价值，因为它隐藏着我们最需要学习的功课。所以，如果你处于巨大的情绪中，那我首先要恭喜你。让我们举例来说吧， 说说 情绪尤其是负面情绪的价值和好意。
1.嫉妒是好的
嫉妒告诉你自己想要的是什么，以及有多么想要!若你能够稳住神，不去急于排除这种不快，而是能够对自己看得深一点，你会发现内心很多的饥饿，尤其是童年时的完全无助的饥饿。
倘若你有能力去处理或者有机会找到人帮你处理，你的人生会因此开阔和自由许多，尤其是当你发现你已不是那么无助，只要你愿意，你可以实现很多;尤其是当你发现你虽然有那种饥饿，但你也有另外一种食物，而那个食物的营养也很宝贵。虽然这常不是一条轻易的路，但这是一条通往爱和希望的路，而让我们难受的嫉妒，正是信号灯。
2. 压抑是好的
压抑让你安全。忍一忍，至少当时你获得了安全，在你没有能力或者准备去应对那个冲突之时，压抑保护了你。所以，请感谢压抑，感谢每一个压抑，至少他让我们平安的存活下来。
至于我现在要不要压抑，那其实还是取决于我有没有准备好应对一个可能的冲突。老实说，小时候，很小的时候，那日渐遥远的童年里，压抑是难免的，我们依赖父母和他人，我们没有足够的能力独立，没有足够的能力保护自己，不压抑是几乎不可能的，人在屋檐下，岂能不低头。
而压抑虽然保证了安全，但是也委屈甚至扭曲了我们自己，甚至形成了习惯性的压抑，这一点没什么奇怪，如果一个人被锁在箱子里很久，他的腿自然是不能马上站立和走路的。如果我们有了压抑的习惯，我们很难在不需要压抑的时候依旧压抑然后特别的委屈和愤怒。
好的 方法 是，努力的觉察和区分，过去我不得不压抑，现在的情境我还需不需要这样，如果我们可以且愿意承受，我们是否鼓起勇气表达自己，所以说鼓起勇气，是因为害怕、压抑的惯性是客观存在的。
3. 愤怒是好的
当你压抑压抑再压抑，你很难不愤怒。愤怒里包含着力量和自尊自重。力量是好的，很多你平时无力干，懒得干，不敢干的事情，当你愤怒的时候，你就可以做了，而且很可能效率很高。人类很多的作为和精彩，都是一怒之下、盛怒之下做出来的，一怒之下，揭竿而起。
或许会有人马上说，那很多悲剧和灾祸也是因为愤怒而生的。所以，很多人的愤怒被压抑，人不敢愤怒。对于这种说法，我同意而且不同意，同意的是，粗糙的来说它们是相关的，不同意的是，愤怒中资源蕴含的是力量，你怎么用这个力量是你的选择，实际上悲剧和灾祸不是因为愤怒而生，而是因为你对愤怒中的力量的偏差使用而生。
有的人用这个力量去生气去破坏去攻击，有的人用这力量去争气去发展去保护。怎么用是你选择的事，而这个力量是宝贵的资源，就像汽车的马达。多少人缺乏力量呀，多少时候缺乏力量呀，而现在你拥有着力量，这不值得恭喜么?
4. 自爱自重是好的
“老实人被逼急了”，这个“急”是非常好的。当一个人愤怒的时候，他内心的声音是什么?常常是“这太过分了!”“这太不公平了!”“这太不应该了!”所以，我们现在去追求公平和合理。这是非常好的。尽管每个具体的愤怒的人，他们头脑里的观念、界限千差万别，并不总是合适，尤其是人在迁怒的时候，但这里面的倾向是追求自爱和自重。能够愤怒的人都不会过于内在受伤，不会患忧郁症。
5. 悲伤是好的
不要去劝一个悲伤的人，让他尽情的悲伤，悲伤的尽头是接纳。一个人通过悲伤来获取同情、爱是一种扭曲的选择，他们会力保自己的可怜，这是一种他们错学的技巧，我们要小心，因为这种技巧是隐蔽而强大的。
我说的悲伤不是指这种技巧，而是指自然地悲伤，自然地悲伤是好的，有机会接触到被我们冰冻的悲伤是好的，是一个和自己连接的机会。如果目前有一个事件让你正处于悲伤，这个悲伤是好的，悲伤包含着疗愈。
所以，通常来讲，不要制止和劝慰一个人悲伤的人，陪着他，倾听他，对他说，哭吧，哭吧，这真的是让人难过。看着他哭个够，就是对他最好的安慰和爱。相信他在充分的悲伤后会接纳那个巨大的失落，并开始新的生活。
6. 无聊是好的
青少年是很容易感到无聊的，那其实代表着他们灵性的敏感，代表他们在意生命的价值和意义。此前，太小不能够，此后，麻木习惯，所以青春期时的无聊感是一个被包裹的灯笼，如果他不急着跑出屋外，他会发现包裹中的光，而那是他接触自己此生原本使命的良机。
然后人就长大了，高考大学毕业挣钱结婚养家，人变得匆忙赶紧，没有空闲的机会，也习惯了用各种声色来消遣无聊，知道男人三十五岁以后，生存已不成问题，所有社会要求的他大概都过得去了，他又开始问，我内心真正想要什么，我生命的意义何在?
只要你不怕这种感觉，只要不因为这种不舒服而急于摆脱他，你就有机会和内在真正的你见面，无聊或者感觉没劲，告诉你现在做的不是你要的，不是和你适合的，那么什么才是?你就可以开始寻找了，否则你怎么开始呢?
7. 焦虑是好的
焦虑是不好受的，恼人的甚至是可怕的，但它本身包含着极有价值的东西。可以承受的焦虑，让你认真、小心，难以承受的焦虑，可以给你更意义深远的东西，它会告诉你那里想错了，你哪里的界限是有问题的，最常见的是你不顾现实而过高的期望自己，你有完美主义倾向，你有强迫性的观念。
比如你不顾事情的节奏，而希望更快、更早、更好。倘若你能深看你的焦虑，你会看到你头脑里刻度的偏差，把那个刻度调过来，你就会安然而有效，而这是多么重要，可以避免你此后多少的挫败、无望、自责、慌乱和失眠。
如果你坚持回避情绪，你必将被打扰，如果你极力逃开情绪，你将被追上，而如果囚禁它，我祈祷你囚禁不成，因为一旦你成功了，身体就会不得不说话，身体不是轻易说话的，而它一旦说话，那个话会重得多——身体说话的方式是生病，绝大多数的疾病都是因为情绪。所以，我祈祷你囚禁不成。
没有不好的情绪，只有不被尊重的情绪。
树叶分布在不同的地方，生长在不同的树上，形状、色彩各异。即使是在同一棵树上，也会有高低方位、发芽的先后、凋落的时间等许多不同。但是当太阳升起，当春风吹拂，它们都欢快舞蹈。直至最后，落叶归根。
一个人从万米高空的飞机上向下俯瞰，什么颜色是最多的呢?是绿——深绿，浅绿，墨绿，嫩绿。天是蓝的，地是绿的。而地的绿，多半都是来自叶子。
在物以稀为贵的法则里，我宁愿做一片树叶。即使是穷乡僻壤，陡峭山崖，作为叶子，我也不自卑、不寂寞，我会尽情享受着生命的喜悦。从春天出发，经过夏之热烈、秋之宁静，在寒冷的季节谢幕，回归大地的怀抱。
成群结队的叶子，在树上、藤上欢快地舞蹈，不管这是一棵怎样的树——名贵或者丑陋，挺拔或者矮小——这都是属于自己的树自己的根啊。叶子们不离不弃坚守，直至枯萎。
数也数不清的叶子，因为太多，太平凡，而不被赞美。可是这又有什么关系呢?就生命的独特而言，大家都是平等的。就算是活在卑微里，穿过的也是春夏秋冬，也都是时间藤蔓上充满芳香的果实。
无论在都市还是在乡野，到处都有欢快的树叶。这就如爱情，并不只是在富人那里才有的。万家灯火，所过的都是日子，那最灿烂的桃花，开放在有情人的心坎里。
世界上没有两片相同的树叶，也没有两个相同的人。世界上没有两条相同的路，也没有两个相同的人生。每一个都是独特的，并因此更加珍贵。
好好生活，这就是生命的意义所在。
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经典英语文章阅读篇一
十二月的玫瑰
Roses in December
Coaches more times than not use their hearts instead of their heads to make tough decisions. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case when I realized we had a baseball conference game scheduled when our seniors would be in Washington, D.C. for the annual senior field trip. We were a team dominated by seniors, and for the first time in many years, we were in the conference race for first place. I knew we couldn’t win without our seniors, so I called the rival coach and asked to reschedule the game when everyone was available to play.
“No way,” he replied. The seniors were crushed and offered to skip the much-awaited traditional trip. I assured them they needed to go on the trip as part of their educational experience, though I really wanted to accept their offer and win and go on to the conference championship. But I did not, and on that fateful Tuesday, I wished they were there to play.
I had nine underclass players eager and excited that they finally had a chance to play. The most excited player was a young mentally challenged boy we will call Billy. Billy was, I believe, overage, but because he loved sports so much, an understanding principal had given him permission to be on the football and baseball teams. Billy lived and breathed sports and now he would finally get his chance to play. I think his happiness captured the imagination of the eight other substitute players. Billy was very small in size, but he had a big heart and had earned the respect of his teammates with his effort and enthusiasm. He was a left-handed hitter and had good baseball skills. His favorite pastime, except for the time he practiced sports, was to sit with the men at a local rural store talking about sports. On this day, I began to feel that a loss might even be worth Billy’s chance to play.
Our opponents jumped off to a four-run lead early in the game, just as expected. Somehow we came back to within one run, and that was the situation when we went to bat in the bottom of the ninth. I was pleased with our team’s effort and the constant grin on Billy’s face. If only we could win..., I thought, but that’s asking too much. If we lose by one run, it will be a victory in itself. The weakest part of our lineup was scheduled to hit, and the opposing coach put his ace pitcher in to seal the victory.
To our surprise, with two outs, a batter walked, and the tying run was on first base. Our next hitter was Billy. The crowd cheered as if this were the final inning of the conference championship, and Billy waved jubilantly. I knew he would be unable to hit this pitcher, but what a day it had been for all of us. Strike one. Strike two. A fastball. Billy hit it down the middle over the right fielder’s head for a triple to tie the score. Billy was beside himself, and the crowd went wild.
Ben, our next hitter, however, hadn’t hit the ball even once in batting practice or intrasquad games. I knew there was absolutely no way for the impossible dream to continue. Besides, our opponents had the top of their lineup if we went into overtime. It was a crazy situation and one that needed reckless strategy.
I called a time-out, and everyone seemed confused when I walked to third base and whispered something to Billy. As expected, Ben swung on the first two pitches, not coming close to either. When the catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher Billy broke from third base sprinting as hard as he could. The pitcher didn’t see him break, and when he did he whirled around wildly and fired the ball home. Billy dove in head first, beat the throw, and scored the winning run. This was not the World Series, but don’t tell that to anyone present that day. Tears were shed as Billy, the hero, was lifted on the shoulders of all eight team members.
If you go through town today, forty-two years later, you’ll likely see Billy at that same country store relating to an admiring group the story of the day he won the game that no one expected to win. Of all the spectacular events in my sports career, this memory is the highlight. It exemplified what sports can do for people, and Billy’s great day proved that to everyone who saw the game.
J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” Billy gave all of us a rose garden.
经典英语文章阅读篇二
Big Red
The first time we set eyes on "Big Red," father, mother and I were trudging through the freshly fallen snow on our way to Hubble's Hardware store on Main Street in Huntsville, Ontario. We planned to enter our name in the annual Christmas drawing for a chance to win a hamper filled with fancy tinned cookies, tea, fruit and candy. As we passed the Eaton's department store's window, we stopped as usual to gaze and do a bit of dreaming.
The gaily decorated window display held the best toys ever. I took an instant hankering for a huge green wagon. It was big enough to haul three armloads of firewood, two buckets of swill or a whole summer's worth of pop bottles picked from along the highway. There were skates that would make Millar's Pond well worth shovelling and dolls much too pretty to play with. And they were all nestled snugly beneath the breathtakingly flounced skirt of Big Red.
Mother's eyes were glued to the massive flare of red shimmering satin, dotted with twinkling sequin-centred black velvet stars. "My goodness," she managed to say in trancelike wonder. "Would you just look at that dress!" Then, totally out of character, mother twirled one spin of a waltz on the slippery sidewalk. Beneath the heavy, wooden-buttoned, grey wool coat she had worn every winter for as long as I could remember, mother lost her balance and tumbled. Father quickly caught her.
Her cheeks redder than usual, mother swatted dad for laughing. "Oh, stop that!" she ordered, shooing his fluttering hands as he swept the snow from her coat. "What a silly dress to be perched up there in the window of Eaton's!" She shook her head in disgust. "Who on earth would want such a splashy dress?"
As we continued down the street, mother turned back for one more look. "My goodness! You'd think they'd display something a person could use!"
Christmas was nearing, and the red dress was soon forgotten. Mother, of all people, was not one to wish for, or spend money on, items that were not practical. "There are things we need more than this," she'd always say, or, "There are things we need more than that."
Father, on the other hand, liked to indulge whenever the budget allowed. Of course, he'd get a scolding for his occasional splurging, but it was all done with the best intention.
Like the time he brought home the electric range. In our old Muskoka farmhouse on Oxtongue Lake, Mother was still cooking year-round on a wood stove. In the summer, the kitchen would be so hot even the houseflies wouldn't come inside. Yet, there would be Mother – roasting - right along with the pork and turnips.
One day, Dad surprised her with a fancy new electric range. She protested, of course, saying that the wood stove cooked just dandy, that the electric stove was too dear and that it would cost too much hydro to run it. All the while, however, she was polishing its already shiny chrome knobs. In spite of her objections, Dad and I knew that she cherished that new stove.
There were many other modern things that old farm needed, like indoor plumbing and a clothes dryer, but Mom insisted that those things would have to wait until we could afford them. Mom was forever doing chores - washing laundry by hand, tending the pigs and working in our huge garden - so she always wore mended, cotton-print housedresses and an apron to protect the front. She did have one or two "special" dresses saved for church on Sundays. And with everything else she did, she still managed to make almost all of our clothes. They weren't fancy, but they did wear well.
That Christmas I bought Dad a handful of fishing lures from the Five to a Dollar store, and wrapped them individually in matchboxes so he'd have plenty of gifts to open from me. Choosing something for Mother was much harder. When Dad and I asked, she thought carefully then hinted modestly for some tea towels, face cloths or a new dishpan.
On our last trip to town before Christmas, we were driving up Main Street when Mother suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Would you just look at that!" She pointed excitedly as Dad drove past Eaton's.
"That big red dress is gone," she said in disbelief. "It's actually gone."
"Well . . . I'll be!" Dad chuckled. "By golly, it is!"
"Who'd be fool enough to buy such a frivolous dress?" Mother questioned, shaking her head. I quickly stole a glance at Dad. His blue eyes were twinkling as he nudged me with his elbow. Mother craned her neck for another glimpse out the rear window as we rode on up the street. "It's gone . . ." she whispered. I was almost certain that I detected a trace of yearning in her voice.
I'll never forget that Christmas morning. I watched as Mother peeled the tissue paper off a large box that read "Eaton's Finest Enamel Dishpan" on its lid.
"Oh Frank," she praised, "just what I wanted!" Dad was sitting in his rocker, a huge grin on his face.
"Only a fool wouldn't give a priceless wife like mine exactly what she wants for Christmas," he laughed. "Go ahead, open it up and make sure there are no chips." Dad winked at me, confirming his secret, and my heart filled with more love for my father than I thought it could hold!
Mother opened the box to find a big white enamel dishpan - overflowing with crimson satin that spilled out across her lap. With trembling hands she touched the elegant material of Big Red.
"Oh my goodness!" she managed to utter, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh Frank . . ." Her face was as bright as the star that twinkled on our tree in the corner of the small room. "You shouldn't have . . ." came her faint attempt at scolding.
"Oh now, never mind that!" Dad said. "Let's see if it fits," he laughed, helping her slip the marvellous dress over her shoulders. As the shimmering red satin fell around her, it gracefully hid the patched and faded floral housedress underneath.
I watched, my mouth agape, captivated by a radiance in my parents I had never noticed before. As they waltzed around the room, Big Red swirled its magic deep into my heart.
"You look beautiful," my dad whispered to my mom - and she surely did!
经典英语文章阅读篇三
你才是我的幸福
She was dancing. My crippled grandmother was dancing. I stood in the living room doorway absolutely stunned. I glanced at the kitchen table and sure enough-right under a small, framed drawing on the wall-was a freshly baked peach pie.
I heard her sing when I opened the door but did not want to interrupt the beautiful song by yelling I had arrived, so I just tiptoed to the living room. I looked at how her still-lean body bent beautifully, her arms greeting the sunlight that was pouring through the window. And her legs... Those legs that had stiffly walked, aided with a cane, insensible shoes as long as I could remember. Now she was wearing beautiful dancing shoes and her legs obeyed her perfectly. No limping. No stiffness. Just beautiful, fluid motion. She was the pet of the dancing world. And then she’d had her accident and it was all over. I had read that in an old newspaper clipping.
She turned around in a slow pirouette and saw me standing in the doorway. Her song ended, and her beautiful movements with it, so abruptly that it felt like being shaken awake from a beautiful dream. The sudden silence rang in my ears. Grandma looked so much like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar that I couldn’t help myself, and a slightly nervous laughter escaped. Grandma sighed and turned towards the kitchen. I followed her, not believing my eyes. She was walking with no difficulties in her beautiful shoes. We sat down by the table and cut ourselves big pieces of her delicious peach pie.
"So...” I blurted, “How did your leg heal?"
"To tell you the truth—my legs have been well all my life," she said.
"But I don’t understand!" I said, "Your dancing career... I mean... You pretended all these years?
"Very much so," Grandmother closed her eyes and savored the peach pie, "And for a very good reason."
"What reason?"
"Your grandfather."
"You mean he told you not to dance?"
"No, this was my choice. I am sure I would have lost him if I had continued dancing. I weighed fame and love against each other and love won."
She thought for a while and then continued. “We were talking about engagement when your grandfather had to go to war. It was the most horrible day of my life when he left. I was so afraid of losing him, the only way I could stay sane was to dance. I put all my energy and time into practicing—and I became very good. Critics praised me, the public loved me, but all I could feel was the ache in my heart, not knowing whether the love of my life would ever return. Then I went home and read and re-read his letters until I fell asleep. He always ended his letters with ‘You are my Joy. I love you with my life’ and after that he wrote his name. And then one day a letter came. There were only three sentences: ‘I have lost my leg. I am no longer a whole man and now give you back your freedom. It is best you forget about me.’”
"I made my decision there and then. I took my leave, and traveled away from the city. When I returned I had bought myself a cane and wrapped my leg tightly with bandages. I told everyone I had been in a car crash and that my leg would never completely heal again. My dancing days were over. No one suspected the story—I had learned to limp convincingly before I returned home. And I made sure the first person to hear of my accident was a reporter I knew well. Then I traveled to the hospital. They had pushed your grandfather outside in his wheelchair. There was a cane on the ground by his wheelchair. I took a deep breath, leaned on my cane and limped to him. "
By now I had forgotten about the pie and listened to grandma, mesmerized. “What happened then?” I hurried her when she took her time eating some pie.
"I told him he was not the only one who had lost a leg, even if mine was still attached to me. I showed him newspaper clippings of my accident. ‘So if you think I’m going to let you feel sorry for yourself for the rest of your life, think again. There is a whole life waiting for us out there! I don’t intend to be sorry for myself. But I have enough on my plate as it is, so you’d better snap out of it too. And I am not going to carry you-you are going to walk yourself.’" Grandma giggled, a surprisingly girlish sound coming from an old lady with white hair.
"I limped a few steps toward him and showed him what I’d taken out of my pocket. ‘Now show me you are still a man,’ I said, ‘I won’t ask again.’ He bent to take his cane from the ground and struggled out of that wheelchair. I could see he had not done it before, because he almost fell on his face, having only one leg. But I was not going to help. And so he managed it on his own and walked to me and never sat in a wheelchair again in his life."
"What did you show him?" I had to know. Grandma looked at me and grinned. "Two engagement rings, of course. I had bought them the day after he left for the war and I was not going to waste them on any other man."
I looked at the drawing on the kitchen wall, sketched by my grandfather’s hand so many years before. The picture became distorted as tears filled my eyes. “You are my Joy. I love you with my life.” I murmured quietly. The young woman in the drawing sat on her park bench and with twinkling eyes smiled broadly at me, an engagement ring carefully drawn on her finger.
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翻阅典籍，看看那些推动人类文明的先驱和铸就世界辉煌的先哲，用执着的信念和不放弃的精神创造着一个个奇迹，闪烁的奇迹之光照耀千秋，拂去历史的尘埃，那记载千秋霸业的曲折征程中依然可以找到励志之道，“路漫漫其修远兮，吾将下而求索”坚持一种正确的信念走其正道，就那么简单，就那么经典。自然中不同生命体的存在才保证了生态的平衡，每种生命体都以自己的方式而存在形了世界万类霜天的精彩与绚烂，每种生命存在的意义就是保持自己本，亘古不变;自然给人生的启示是：不要对比与任何一个人，不要臣服于任何一种困难;任何时候都保持真、善、美的本，像蜡烛，燃烧的路一直光明相伴。
在喧嚣的尘世里，静心观世间百态，不以己悲，不以物喜，漫看天边云卷云舒，一杯浓酒心怀，一生真善行世间，寓于自然，幽美，抛却忧愁九霄云外，做生活的智者。世界趋于文明却趋于腐化，在尔虞我诈，争名夺利中保持一种看穿不说穿，出淤泥而不染的人生态度，做一个生活的愚者，二者做其一便可。
在青的年华里面对，困惑、茫、我们放佛束手无策，这时请迈开步伐去感受一下那大漠孤烟的沧桑与荒凉之美，请张开深深呼吸一绿青山间的新鲜空，请张开双臂拥抱一下那巍巍高山的庄严与坦然，请睁开眼看看浩瀚大海的博大与幽深，请抬起仰望蔚蓝天空的广阔与飘渺，再回神困惑、忧愁还在吗?属于每个的崇高就是我们的理想和怀，而属于每个人的渺小就是我们自小小的躯体和短暂的生命;属于我们的暂时就是某个阶段的艰难与困惑，而属于我们的永恒就是经历和记忆，别抛却我们每个人存在意义，以我们渺小的躯体活出生命的崇高，以我们短暂的痛苦铸就永恒的记忆。
人生的境界如此美丽，正如花朵、彩虹及星辰。这种境界其实只属于我们敏感的心灵，它是一种存在;更多的时候是一种体验;犹如花香、月光和清新的空，侵染、弥漫在人生的旅途中。面对烟雨花落暖的，面对绿叶纷披烈的夏，面对果实累累酣畅的秋，面对雪花飘舞纯净的冬，怀着感去体验那无极之境。这个世界究竟会变什么样?且不去理会，要做的事就是用所有时间去完自己这辈子最想做的事，去这辈子都不完的人，如果说这个世界将不复存在，遗憾也会是没有走完理想的路;没有够所的人;至于其他的事谁还能记起呢。
苹果树能结出许多香甜的苹果，但它本却是由仅仅一颗苹果里面的小籽长而来;所以更多的时候我们别看自己多么渺小，别人多么伟大，只要自己不要停止长;伟大就会从渺小开始;经常听人们自嘲说：“老了，熟了”等词;这代表你已经停止长了，伟大与功已经与你渐行渐远，无论如何请别停止长。每个人的行走都是在去往自己构建的美丽中，无论这一路是多么的坎坷，如果没有这美丽的念想活着就失去了它真正的意义，如果没有这一路坎坷;拿什么来对比和衡量幸福呢，现在，无论于什么境地都不重要，因为现在终将会为往昔，我们唯一要做的就是走好现在，当以后想起这段时光时，自己都会被感动。
不断超脱世俗之枷锁，寻求内心平衡之大境;不以逃避现实的态度对待这短暂且惊心动魄的一生。我执意于那正道的路途，从不畏惧路的狂风雨。
天下之人，谁不喜欢鸟语花香的春天?谁不渴望莺歌燕舞的.时光?谁不祈祷一帆风顺的人生?可是，月有阴晴圆缺，年有春夏秋冬，人有悲欢离合，很多的事，很多的时候，不喜欢不代表不碰上，总在不经意间，我们会与坎坷不期而遇，有时甚至避之不及。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许情绪过，容易感叹命运，容易怨天尤人，容易夸大不幸。烦躁，焦急，忧伤，绝望，窒息，甚至难以自拔，仿佛周围的一切都变了，美妙的音乐刺耳起来，七彩的颜色暗淡起来，快乐的日子痛苦起来。其实天空依然湛蓝，河水依然清澈，树林依然碧绿，只因心态一时难以适应，情绪糟了，感觉变了，观念扭曲了。人生路上不可能时时阳光相伴，不可能处处风平浪静，如果改变不了事实，那就改变我们的心态吧。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许消极过，灰心丧气，萎靡不振，郁郁寡欢。其实人生注定负重登山，攀高峰，陷低谷，处逆境，一波三折是人生之必然，我们不可能倒霉一辈子，山穷水尽疑无路，柳明花暗又一村，忍着忍着就面对了，挺着挺着就承受了，走着走着就过去了。人生总有这样或那样的不如意，一切的坎坷只是暂时的，找到解决问题的切入点，一笑而过，坎坷会使我们更成熟，更完美，更坚强地撑起自己的一片心灵天空。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许想到过，没有礁石激不起浪花，经不住坎坷成不了强者。毛毛虫不经过痛苦不堪的蜕变，怎能破茧为美丽的蝴蝶?雄鹰不经过风刀雪剑的磨砺，怎能展示出叱咤风云的豪迈?鲤鱼不经过惊涛骇浪的洗礼，怎能书写下一跃龙门的传说?失败是大学，坎坷是财富，苦难是黄金，经过了浴火重生，才有了高贵的凤凰;经过了苦寒煎熬，才有了傲雪的梅花;经过了反复焠炼，才有了出鞘的宝剑;经过了沧海桑田，才有了杰出的我们。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许思考过，梅花香自苦寒来，宝剑锋从磨砺出。越是艰苦的环境越激励斗志，越磨练人才。在逆境中不气馁，不消极，才能有所作为，正所谓塞翁失马，焉知非福 。文王拘而演《周易》 ，仲尼扼而作《春秋》，屈原逐而赋《离骚》，孙子膑而修《兵法》，司马迁刑而著《史记》，贝多芬失聪而普《命运交响曲》。古人云：有志者，事竟成，破釜沉舟，百二秦关终属楚;苦心人，天不负，卧薪尝胆，三千越甲可吞吴。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许选择过，是继续奋斗还是就此放弃?是迎接挑战还是望而却步?是愈挫愈勇还是一蹶不振?是甘心陷落或设法自救?其实失败与成功同在，痛苦与快乐并存，坎坷蕴含着机遇，挫折包含着收获，曲折隐藏着哲理。坎坷既是成功的铺路石，又是意志的试金石，更是能力的磨刀石，笑对坎坷，把坎坷当作动力，坎坷则成为一种跨越，一种体验，一种收获，一种享受，它会让我们劲头更足，热情更高，信心更强。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许懂得过，树想长大，要接受风吹雨打;人想成熟，要接受坎坷曲折。坎坷如砥砺，可让我们锋芒尽露;坎坷如明镜，可让我们三省吾身;坎坷如利刃，可让我们玉琢成器;坎坷如音符，可让我们生命似歌。坎坷可使人冷静，坎坷可催人思考，坎坷可发人深省。单调的经历总是淡然无奇，平坦的岁月往往索然无味，顺利的人生肯定黯然失色，蓦然回首的时候，令我们深刻的是那些坎坷的经历，尽管疼痛但回味无穷。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许感恩过，它让我们明白了生命的内涵，它让我们品尝了人生况味，它让我们度过了苦乐年华，它让我们磨砺了坚韧性格，它让我们积累了经验教训。阳光总在风雨后，奇迹总在厄运中，我们往往在坎坷的际遇里看到人世间最美丽的风景，不退缩，不放弃，坎坷会让我们的人生变得更加五彩斑斓，坎坷让我们的意志变得更加坚韧不拔，坎坷让我们变得更加成熟，更加睿智，更加豪迈，更加精彩，更加勇往直前。
遭遇坎坷的时候，我们或许感悟到，成功在坎坷中孕育，我们既不能掩饰坎坷的痕迹，也不能忽略坎坷的存在。很多的时候，坎坷并不可怕，可怕的是没有淡然的心态，没有面对的勇气，没有战胜的智慧，甚至没有站起来的毅力。遭遇多少坎坷是运气，能否走过坎坷要凭意志，能够拯救我们的往往是自己。让我们享受坎坷的过程，收获坎坷的茧子，沉淀坎坷的疼痛，从容一些，沉着一些，淡定一些，坎坷算得了什么，大不了从头再来!
没有伞的孩子必须努力奔跑！人生苦短，需要不断给自己励志加油。下面一起随我来欣赏关于“励志”的 作文 吧。
励志的作文800字优秀 范文 1：缘起不灭
我执迷不悟地将天空的缩影藏匿在瞳孔里，为的是看见神话中住在云朵里的神灵。有人笑我痴，翻来许多励志 散文 让我咀嚼，想要彻底粉碎我意识中的宿命感，虽然这样只是徒劳。
我不知道是否有来生。因为不知道，所以我好奇。
我没有超凡的洞察力和悟性，更无法想象像佛洛依德一样释梦，将今生来世淡若指间云烟。人终看不穿前世，也窥不破来生。毕竟除今生来世外， 其它 不可掌控。
海豚
我爱长流的东西，比如海。
还没有源头，没有尽头，覆盖一切，沉没一切。海有着倾国倾城的平静，却又充溢着汹涌的暗涛。
我毫不避讳地说，我和海一样，我们都有着勿忘我的近乎透明而澄清的色彩，都埋葬着炙热而汹涌的感情。不同的是，海可以将狂怒发泄于报复上，而我不能。我只是一个纤细微小的生命，只能无奈的延续蓝色的，波澜不惊的生涯。
但我是一只快乐的海豚。我在水中得以平衡，得以融化，与水交融，这是我一生中得以满足的愿望。
我在水中翩跹，漫不经心的吟出梦呓一般的音律，似乎在喃喃着古老的诗。看着海水漫无声息地从头顶流过，将我淹没，我的脸上，流淌着似水无痕的忧伤。
我坚信，谁都不会永远蛰伏于潮起潮落的交替中。当我从海中跃起的那一刻，时光凝固，一切皆为永恒，溅起的水花如同碎金。这是我拥抱太阳的方式。
励志的作文800字优秀范文2：做最棒的自己
不为自己喝彩的学生，不会成为学习的健将、不为自己喝彩的人，不会成为生活的强者。我骄傲，我为自己喝彩。
我是一个稳重大方的女孩儿，有一双灵巧的小手。多才多艺的我，弹得一手好钢琴。
7月27日对我来说是个特别的日子。因为在这一天我参加钢琴比赛，在比赛前我十分紧张，脑子里一片空白，手心直冒汗。妈妈看出了我的心思，走过来摸着我的头亲切的对我说：“不用害怕，你是最棒的，只要尽力就行了。”轮到我上场了，我深深地吸了一口气，仿佛有一种自信，放松了许多。在乐曲里我仿佛来到了一个森林中，清澈见底地河水流淌着，几只小鸟“叽叽喳喳”好像在为我 唱歌 。我越弹越轻松，越弹越流畅，我把所有的紧张和害怕完全抛在脑后，仿佛这个教室只有我一个人似的。而让我万万没有想到的是评委们从他们手中响出阵阵掌声。
比赛完后，成绩出来了，我顺利地通过了比赛。据统计我是赛场上年龄最小的一位选手。我为自己喝彩。小学三年级时，一道数学题把全班同学都弄“懵”了，就连老师也看了答案才明白，但过程不知道是什么，因为过程异常复杂，而他人皆迷我独醒，我深信此题肯定有规律性，所以我把所以的时间用在了找算式的规律上，很快有了眉目，2天后，我终于解出来了，老师还夸我有陈景润的精神，同学们也投来羡慕的眼光，那天我在班上出尽了风头，我想：我是最棒的!
无独有偶，六年级时，一次，从外校找来的一张试卷上有一个“硬骨头”，大家都“啃”不出答案，我偏不相信了，没有接不出的题。星期天，我把这道题带回家，好好研究了一下。上午，费了九牛二虎之力但一点眉目也没有，下午还是没有头绪。幸好有个当语文老师的妈妈，但“割科如割山”，她看后也无从下手，我有些泄气，怀疑是不是题出错了，晚上睡在床上还是不放心，题目在我脑海里转来转去，终于，这道题被我的真情打动了，露出了一点点“尾巴”，我披衣下床，沿这思路顺藤摸瓜，黄天不负有心人，终于，我把这“硬骨头”啃下了。此后我在班上的数学界中“鹤立鸡群”，那种”独霸天下“的感觉真好!
我是最棒的，我相信现在是，将来也是!因为我有夸父追日的性情!
励志的作文800字优秀范文3：励志成才
现代社会日益和谐，发展也越来越快，国际往来日益频繁，各国的联系日益密切，我们青少年应做好成才的准备，准备为社会、为祖国、为家乡做出自己的贡献。
立志成才必需要通过竞争。竞争，对人的发展和社会进步有促进作用。它给我们以直接现实的追求目标，赋予我们压力和动力，，能最大限度地激发我们的潜能，提高学习和工作的效率;使我们在竞争、比较中，客观地评价自己，发现自己的局限性，提高自己的水平;能让我们的集体更富有生气，丰富我们的生活，增添学习和生活的乐趣。
竞争也有不利的一面。它可能使某些获胜者滋长骄傲自大情绪，使某些失败者丧失信心，产生自卑感;竞争的压力可能引起我们心情的过分紧张和焦虑;更严重的是，当虚荣心作怪的时候，会把别人的成绩看作一种威胁，出现怨恨别人超过自己的忌妒心理。
我们要想成才，也必须是离不开群体的，我们合作的成果属于大家，由大家共享。合作是共享的基础，共享是合作的必然结果。合作有分工，要求各为承后责任，完成各自的任务，合作的核心是发扬集体主义精神。我国有句老话，“人心齐，泰山移。”社会生活中，谁都不可能脱离群体而单独存在，因为个人的力量结竞是有限的。我们只有与他人合作，才能有面对困难的勇气和战胜困难的力量。
合作是我们成才的土壤。任何事业的成功都需要良好的合作。现代经济发展，社会和谐科技的辉煌等，都是全作共享的结果，全作能聚集力量，启发思维，开阔视野，激发创造性，并能培养同情心、利他心和奉献精神，一个具有合作精神、合作能力的人，也容易获得他人的支持和帮助，因而大大增加了成功的可能，精诚合作会使我们分享到成功的愉悦，互助互惠能让我们取得更大的胜利。
在合作中竞争，要尊重竞争对手，向竞争对手学习。合作的过程是互帮互学，互相提高的过程，同学之间既有共同点也有不同点，共为我们的合作铺平道路，不同点则使我们在竞争中互相启发，各显神通，取长补短，不同点作用也很大，是我们在合作中竞争的目标。
成才的人生道路是多方面的，但是我们成才必须立志，我们要做一个有用的人。
励志的作文800字优秀范文4：蝴蝶与雄鹰
蝴蝶飞不过沧海，有谁忍心责怪。
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一只蝴蝶欲像雄鹰般飞过沧海，没有坚实的翅膀，没有翱翔苍穹的意气;只有华丽的外衣，盘旋花朵的虚伪。现实像那无边的沧海，而我们则是那欲飞过沧海的蝴蝶，有人会问:“为什么我们不是雄鹰?”很简单，因为我们不曾历练，只是一群围绕在花朵旁的蝴蝶。
如今，这样的“蝴蝶”不在少数，我们从小就被灌输了“两耳不闻窗外事，考上大学才光荣”的思想，只要学习，剩下的，无论是家务还是琐碎的小事，一律家长包办，这样的我们如何才能成为雄鹰?现在的家长犹如三国时的诸葛亮，而我们则是他忠心辅佐的刘禅，无论事情大小，“诸葛亮”都亲力亲为，而“刘禅”只需一句:“全凭相父处置”。何等的悲哀啊!没有自己的主张，没有自己的见解，是永远不会成长的。温室的花朵，终没有梅花的芬芳，雪莲的圣洁。当我们去穿越沧海时才会发现，自己甚至住经不起清风吹起的半点漪沦。我们需要的是犹如雄鹰般坚实的翅膀，而这翅膀，必须经过自己的实践才能获得，这不是任何书本可以教会你的。
“每只雄鹰的尽头都是苍穹”，那搏击长空的意气，使他勇敢，坚强。掠过荆棘的山谷，飞过痛苦的沼泽，越过孤独的高山，踏过危险的森林……展开你拼搏的翅膀，自己去发现这世界上的酸，甜，苦，辣，自己去寻找时间的美妙。找到了自己的目标与路线，然后奋力去实现。不要怕有人嘲笑你，你只需一句:燕雀焉知鸿鹄之志!不怕困难，勇敢翱翔。无论前方多么危险，都不曾退缩，因为只有自己亲身经历过才会明白。亲身体验过才会成长。“真正的猛士，敢于直面惨淡的人生，敢于正视淋漓的鲜血……”
飞越苍穹需要勇气和毅力，检讨自己，你有坚实的翅膀么? 虽然拼搏精神是雄鹰的特权，而我们只是“沧海之一粟”，但终有一天我们也会像雄鹰一样，踏上自己的成功之路，只要我们肯实践，肯努力。
面对未来，我们必须勇敢，让自己可以在暴风雨中自由的翱翔。
“让暴风雨来得更猛烈些吧!”
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