我常常遗憾我家门前的那块丑石呢：它黑黝黝地卧在那里，牛似的模样；谁也不知道是什么时候留在这里的，谁也不去理会它。只是麦收时节，门前摊了麦子，奶奶总是要说：这块丑石，多碍地面哟，多时把它搬走吧。
于是，伯父家盖房，想以它垒山墙，但苦于它极不规则，没棱角儿，也没平面儿；用堑破开吧，又懒得花那么大气力，因为河滩并不甚远，随便去掬一块回来，哪一块也比它强。
一年，来了一个石匠，为我家洗一台石磨，奶奶又说：用这块丑石吧，省得从远处搬动。石匠看了看，摇着头，嫌它石质太细，也不采用。它不像汉白玉那样的细腻，可以凿下刻字雕花，也不像大青石那样的光滑，可以供来院纱捶布；它静静地卧在那里，院边的槐荫没有庇覆它，花儿也不再在它身边生长。荒草便繁衍出来，枝蔓上下，慢慢地，竟锈上了绿苔、黑斑。我们这些做孩子的也讨厌起它夹。曾合伙要搬走它，但力气又不足；虽时时咒骂它，嫌弃它，也无可奈何，只好任它留在那里去了。稍稍能安慰我们的，是在那石上有一个不大不小的坑凹儿，雨天就盛满了水。常常雨过三天了，地上已经干燥，那石凹里水儿还有，鸡儿便去那里渴饮。每每到了十五的夜晚，我们盼着满月出来，就爬到其上，翘望天边；奶奶总是要骂的，害怕我们摔下来。果然那一次就摔了下来，磕破了我的膝盖呢。
人都骂它是丑石，它真是丑得不能再丑的丑石了。
终有一日，村子里来了一个天文学家。他在我家门前路过，突然发现了这块石头，眼光立即就拉直了。他再没有走去，就住了下来；以后又来了好些人，说这是一块陨石，从天上落下来已经有二三百年了，是一件了不起的东西。不久便来了车，小心翼翼地将它运走了。这使我们都很惊奇！这又怪又丑的石头，原来是天上的呢！它补过天，在天上发过热，闪过光，我们的先祖或许仰望过它，它给了他们光明、向往、憧憬；而它落下来了，在污土里，荒草里，一躺就是几百年了？！
奶奶说：“真看不出！它那么不一般，却怎么连墙也垒不成，台阶也垒不成呢？”
“它是太丑了。”天文学家说。
“真的，是太丑了。”
“可这正是它的美！”天文学家说，“它是以丑为美的。”
“以丑为美？”
“是的，丑到极处，便是美到极处。正因为它不是一般的顽石，当然不能去做墙，做台
阶，不能去雕刻，捶布。它不是做这些小玩意儿的，所以常常就遭到一般世俗的讥讽。“
奶奶脸红了，我也脸红了。
我感到自己的可耻，也感到了丑石的伟大；我甚至怨恨它这么多年竟会默默地忍受着这一切，而我又立即深深地感到它那种不屈于误解、寂寞的生存的伟大。
I used to feel sorry for that ugly black piece of stone lying like an ox in front of our door；none knew when it was left there and none paid any attention to it，except at the time when wheat was harvested and my grandma，seeing the grains of wheat spread all over the ground in the front yard of the house，would grumble：“This ugly stone takes so much space. Move it away someday.”
Thus my uncle had wanted to use it for the gable when he was building a house，but he was troubled to find it of very irregular shape，with no edges nor corners，nor a flat plane on it. And he wouldn‘t bother to break it in half with a chisel because the river bank was nearby，where he could have easily fetched a much better stone instead. Even when my uncle was busy with the flight of steps leading to the new house he didn’t take a fancy to the ugly stone. one year when a mason came by，we asked him to make us a stone mill with it. As my grandma put it：“Why not take this one，so you won‘t have to fetch one from afar.”But the mason took a look and shook his head：He wouldn’t take it for it was of too fine a quality.
It was not like a fine Piece of white marble on which words or flowers could be carved，nor like a smooth big bluish stone People used to wash their clothes on. The stone just lay there in silence，enjoying no shading from the Pagoda trees by the yard，nor flowers growing around it As a result weeds multiplied and stretched all over it，their stems and tendrils gradually covered with dark green spots of moss. We children began to dislike the stone too，and would have taken it away if we had been strong enough；all we could do for the present was to leave it alone，despite our disgust or even curses.
The only thing that had interested us in the ugly stone was a little pit on to P of it，which was filled with water on rainy days. Three days after a rainfall，usually，when the ground had become dry，there was still water in the pit，where chickens went to drink And every month when it came to the evening of the 15th of lunar calendar，we would climb onto the stone，looking up at the sky，hoping to see the full moon come out from far away. And Granny would give us a scolding，afraid lest we should fall down—and sure enough，I fell down once to have my knee broken. So everybody condemned the stone：an ugly stone，as ugly as it could be.
Then one day an astronomer came to the village. He looked the stone square in the eye the moment he came across it. He didn‘t take his leave but decided to stay in our village. Quite a number of people came afterwards，saying the stone was a Piece of aerolite which had fallen down from the sky two or three hundred years ago一what a wonder indeed！Pretty soon a truck came and carried it away carefully.
It gave us a great surprise！We had never expected that such a strange and ugly stone should have come from the sky！So it had once mended the sky，given out its heat and light there，and our ancestors should have looked up at it. It had given them light，brought- them hopes and expectations，and then it had fallen down to the earth，in the mud and among the weeds，lying there for hundreds of years！
My grandma said：“1 never expected it should be so great！But why can‘t People build a wall or pave steps with it？”
“It‘s too ugly，”The astronomer said.
“sure，it‘s really so ugly.”
“But that‘s just where its beauty lies！”
The astronomer said，“its beauty comes from its ugliness.”
“Beauty from ugliness？”
“Yes. When something becomes the ugliest，it turns out the most beautiful indeed. The stone is not an ordinary Piece of insensate
stone，it shouldn‘t be used to build a wall or pave the steps，to carve words or flowers or to wash clothes on. It’s not the material for those
Petty common things，and no wonder it‘s ridiculed often by people with petty common views.
My grandma became blushed，and so did I.
I feel shame while 1 feel the greatness of the ugly stone；I have even complained about it having pocketed silently all it had experienced for so many years，but again I am struck by the greatness that lies in its lonely unyielding existence of being misunderstood by people.
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The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death
世界上最遥远的距离，不是生与死
But when i stand in front of you, Yet you don't know that I love you
而是我就站在你的面前，你却不知道我爱你
The furthest distance in the world is not when i stand in font of you, Yet you can't see my love
世界上最遥远的距离，不是我站在你面前，你却不知道我爱你
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both, Yet cannot be together
而是明明知道彼此相爱，却不能在一起
The furthest distance in the world is not being apart while being in love
世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明知道彼此相爱，却不能在一起
But when plainly can not resist the yearning, Yet pretending you have never been in my heart
而是明明无法抵挡这股想念，却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里
The furthest distance in the world is not,
世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明无法抵挡这股想念，却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里
But using one's indifferent heart to dig an uncrossable river for the one who loves you
而是用自己冷漠的心对爱你的人掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠
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白杨礼赞》茅盾/文
白杨树实在不是平凡的，我赞美白杨树！
当汽车在望不到边际的高原上奔驰，扑入你的视野的，是黄绿错综的一条大毯子；黄的，那是土，未开垦的处女土，几百万年前由伟大的自然力所堆积成功的黄土高原的外壳；绿的呢，是人类劳力战胜自然的成果，是麦田，和风吹送，翻起了一轮一轮的绿波——这时你会真心佩服昔人所造的两个字“麦浪”，若不是妙手偶得，便确是经过锤炼的语言的精华。黄与绿主宰着，无边无垠，坦荡如砥，这时如果不是宛若并肩的远山的连峰提醒了你（这些山峰凭你的肉眼来判断，就知道是在你脚底下的），你会忘记了汽车是在高原上行驶，这时你涌起来的感想也许是“雄壮”，也许是“伟大”，诸如此类的形容词，然而同时你的眼睛也许觉得有点倦怠，你对当前的“雄壮”或“伟大”闭了眼，，而另一种味儿在你心头潜滋暗长了—— “单调”！可不是，单调，有一点儿罢？
然而刹那间，要是你猛抬眼看见了前面远远地有一排，——不，或者甚至只是三五株，一二株，傲然地耸立，象哨兵似的树木的话，那你的恹恹欲睡的情绪又将如何？我那时是惊奇地叫了一声的！
那就是白杨树，西北极普通的一种树，然而实在不是平凡的一种树！
那是力争上游的一种树，笔直的干，笔直的枝。它的干呢，通常是丈把高，象是加以人工似的，一丈以内，绝无旁枝；它所有的丫枝呢，一律向上，而且紧紧靠拢，也象是加以人工似的，成为一束，绝无横斜逸出；它的宽大的叶子也是片片向上，几乎没有斜生的，更不用说倒垂了；它的皮，光滑而有银色的晕圈，微微泛出淡青色。这是虽在北方的风雪的压迫下却保持着倔强挺立的一种树！哪怕只有碗来粗细罢，它却努力向上发展，高到丈许，二丈，参天耸立，不折不挠，对抗着西北风。
这就是白杨树，西北极普通的一种树，然而决不是平凡的树！
它没有婆娑的姿态，没有屈曲盘旋的虬枝，也许你要说它不美丽，——如果美是专指“婆娑”或“横斜逸出”之类而言，那么白杨树算不得树中的好女子；但是它却是伟岸，正直，朴质，严肃，也不缺乏温和，更不用提它的坚强不屈与挺拔，它是树中的伟丈夫！当你在积雪初融的高原上走过，看见平坦的大地上傲然挺立这么一株或一排白杨树，难道你觉得树只是树，难道你就不想到它的朴质，严肃，坚强不屈，至少也象征了北方的农民；难道你竟一点也不联想到，在敌后的广大土地上，到处有坚强不屈，就象这白杨树一样傲然挺立的守卫他们家乡的哨兵！难道你又不更远一点想到这样枝枝叶叶靠紧团结，力求上进的白杨树，宛然象征了今天在华北平原纵横决荡用血写出新中国历史的那种精神和意志。
白杨不是平凡的树。它在西北极普遍，不被人重视，就跟北方农民相似；它有极强的生命力，磨折不了，压迫不倒，也跟北方的农民相似。我赞美白杨树，就因为它不但象征了北方的农民，尤其象征了今天我们民族解放斗争中所不可缺的朴质，坚强，以及力求上进的精神。
让那些看不起民众，贱视民众，顽固的倒退的人们去赞美那贵族化的楠木（那也是直干秀颀的），去鄙视这极常见，极易生长的白杨罢，但是我要高声赞美白杨树！
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《安塞腰鼓》
作者：刘成章
一群茂腾腾的后生。
他们的身后是一片高粱地。他们朴实得就像那片高粱。
咝溜溜的南风吹动了高粱叶子，也吹动了他们的衣裳。
他们的神情沉稳而安静。紧贴在他们身体一侧的腰鼓，呆呆的，似乎从来不曾响过。
但是：
看！
一捶起来就发狠了，忘情了，没命了！百十个斜背腰鼓的后生，如百十块被强震不断击起的石头，狂舞在你的面前。骤雨一样，是急促的鼓点；旋风一样，是飞扬的流苏；乱蛙一样，是蹦跳的脚步；火花一样，是闪射的瞳仁；斗虎一样，是强健的风姿。黄土高原上，爆出一场多么壮阔、多么豪放、多么火烈的舞蹈哇--安塞腰鼓！
这腰鼓，使冰冷的空气立即变得燥热了，使恬静的阳光立即变得飞溅了，使困倦的世界立即变得亢奋了。
使人想起：落日照大旗，马鸣风萧萧！
使人想起：千里的雷声万里的闪！
使人想起：晦暗了又明晰、明晰了又晦暗、尔后最终永远明晰了的大彻大悟！
容不得束缚，容不得羁绊，容不得闭塞。是挣脱了、冲破了、撞开了的那么一股劲！
好一个安塞腰鼓！
百十个腰鼓发出的沉重响声，碰撞在四野长着酸枣树的山崖上，山崖蓦然变成牛皮鼓面了，只听见隆隆，隆隆，隆隆。
百十个腰鼓发出的沉重响声，碰撞在遗落了一切冗杂的观众的心上，观众的心也蓦然变成牛皮鼓面了，也是隆隆，隆隆，隆隆。
隆隆隆隆的豪壮的抒情，隆隆隆隆的严峻的思索，隆隆隆隆的犁间翻起的杂着草根的土浪，隆隆隆隆的阵痛的发生和排解……
好一个安塞腰鼓！
后生们的胳膊、腿、全身，有力地搏击着，急速地搏击着，大起大落地搏击着。它震撼着你，烧灼着你，威逼着你。它使你从来没有如此鲜明地感受到生命的存在、活跃和强盛。它使你惊异于那农民衣着包裹着的躯体，那消化红豆角老南瓜的躯体，居然可以释放出那么奇伟磅礴的能量！
黄土高原啊，你生养了这些元气淋漓的后生；也只有你，才能承受如此惊心动魄的捶击！
多水的江南是易碎的玻璃，在那儿，打不得这样的腰鼓。
除了黄土高原，哪里再有这么厚这么厚的土层啊！
好一个黄土高原！好一个安塞腰鼓！
每一个舞姿都充满了力量。每一个舞姿都呼呼作响。每一个舞姿都是光与影的匆匆变幻。每一个舞姿都使人颤栗在浓烈的艺术享受中，使人叹为观止。
好一个痛快了河山、蓬勃了想象力的安塞腰鼓！
愈捶愈烈！形成了沉重而又纷飞的思绪！
愈捶愈烈！思绪中不存任何秘密！
愈捶愈烈！痛苦和欢乐，生活和梦幻，摆脱和追求，都在这舞姿和鼓点中，交织！旋转！凝聚！奔突！辐射！翻飞！升华！人，成了茫茫一片；声，成了茫茫一片……
当它嘎然而止的时候，世界出奇的寂静，以致使人感到对她十分陌生了。
简直像来到另一个星球。
耳畔是一声渺远的鸡啼
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