奉獻精神的英語作文

1、奉獻精神的英語作文把別人的幸福當做自己的幸福，把鮮花奉獻給他人，把棘刺留給自己!整理了奉獻精神的英語，歡迎閱讀!奉獻精神的.英語作文篇一One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a fla

2、w in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The

3、crowd and the young man looked at the old man' s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn' t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where

4、whole pieces were missing.The people stared how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man' s heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of sc

5、ars and tears.""Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits in

6、to the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren' t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn' t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty

7、gouges giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space in my heart. So now do you see what true beauty is? "The young man stood silently with tears runn

8、ing down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the

9、wound in the young man' s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man' s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.奉獻精神的英語作文篇二We are

10、 living in one of those periods in human history which are marked by recolutionary changes in all of man' s ideas and values. It is a time when every one of us must look within himself to find what ideas, what beliefs, and what ideals each of us will live by. And unless we find these ideals,and

11、unless we stand by them firmly, we have no power to overcome the crisis in which we in our world find ourselves.I believe in people, in sheer, unadulterated humanity, I believe in listening to what people have to say, in helping them to achieve the things which they want and the things which they ne

12、ed. Naturally,there are people who behave like beasts, who kill,who cheat, who lie and who destroy. But without a belief in man and a faith in his possibilities for the future, there can be no hope for the future, but only bitterness that the past has gone.I believe we must, each of us, make a philo

13、sophy by which we can live. There are people who make a philosophy out of believing in nothing. They say there is no truth,that goodness is simply cleverness in disguising your own selfishness. They say that life is simply the short gap in between an unpleasant birth and an inevitable death. There a

14、re others who say that man is born into evil and sinfulness and that life is a process of purification through suffering and that death is the reward for having sufferedhere are others who say that man is a kind of machine which operates according to certain laws, and that if you can learn the laws

15、and seize the power to manipulate the machine, you can make man behave automatically to serve whatever ends you have in mind.I believe these philosophies are false. The most important thing in life is the way it is lived,and there is no such thing as an abstract happiness,an abstract goodness or mor

16、ality, or an abstract anything,except in terms of the person who believes and who acts. There is only the single human being who lives and who, through every moment of his own personal living experience, is being happy or unhappy,noble or base, wise or unwise, or simply existing.The question is: How

17、 can these individual moments of human experience be filled with the richness of a philosophy which can sustain the individual in his own life?Unless we give part of ourselves away,unless we can live with other people and understand them and help them,we are missing the most essential part of our ow

18、n human lives. The fact that the native endowment of the young mind is one of liberalismand confidence in the powers of man for good is the basis of my philosophy.And if only man can be given a free chance to use his powers, this philosophy will result in a boundless flow of vital energy and a willi

19、ngness to try new things,combined with a faith in the future.There are as many roads to the attainment of wisdom and goodness as there are people who undertaketo walk themhere are as many solid truths on which we can stand as there are people who can search them out and who will stand on them. There

20、 are as many ideas and ideals as there are men of good will who will hold them in their minds and act them in their lives.奉獻精神的英語作文篇三When one loves ones Art no service seems too hard.Joe came out of the Middle West with a genius for pictorial art2. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with an i

21、mportant citizen passing it hurriedly. This work was framed3 and hung in the drug store windo At twenty he left for New York.Delia did things in music so well in a pine-tree village in the South that her relatives raised a little money for her to go “North” and “finish.” They could not see her, but

22、that is our story.Joe and Delia met in a studio where a number of art and music students had gathered to discuss all kinds of arts.Joe and Delia fell in love with each other, and in a short time were marriedfor, when one loves ones Art no service seems too hard.The couple began housekeeping in a fla

23、t. It was a lonely flat. And they were happy; for they had their Art and they had each other.Joe was painting in the class of the great Magisteryou know his fame. His fees are high; his lessons are lighthis high-lights have brought him fame. Delia was studying under Rosenstocka very strict piano tea

24、cher.They were very happy as long as their money lasted. So is everybody. Their aims were very clear. They hoped their arts could bring them wealth and fame.But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flatthe warm chats after the days study; the comfortable dinners and fresh, light

25、breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions4; the mutual help and inspiration; and meat and cheese sandwiches at 11 p. m.But after a while Art flagged5. It sometimes does, even if nobody flags it. Everything going out and nothing coming in. Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Rosenstock their pri

26、ces. When one loves ones Art no service seems too hard. So, Delia said she must give music lessons to make a living.For two or three days she went out hunting for pupils. One evening she came home happily.“Joe, dear,” she said, “Ive a pupil. And, oh, the loveliest people! GeneralGeneral Pinkneys dau

27、ghteron Seventy-first Street. Such a splendid house, Joeyou ought to see the front door! Byzantine6. I think you would call it. And inside! Oh, Joe, I never saw anything like it before.“My pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her already. Shes a delicate thingdresses always in white; and

28、the sweetest, simplest manners! Only eighteen years old. Im to give three lessons a week; and, just think, Joe! $5 a lesson. I dont mind it a bit; for when I get two or three more pupils I can once again take up my lessons with Rosenstock. Now, smooth out that wrinkle between your brows7, dear, and

29、lets have a nice supper.”“Thats all right for you, Dele,” said Joe, opening a can of peas with a carving knife, “but how about me? Do you think Im going to let you hurry for wages while I enjoy the taste of high art? No! I guess I can do something, and bring in a dollar or two.”Delia came and hung a

30、bout his neck.“Joe, dear, you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had left my music and gone to work at something else. While I teach I learn. I am always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on $15 a week. You mustnt think of leaving Mr. Magister.”“Al

31、l right,” said Joe, reaching for the vegetable dish. “But I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isnt Art. But youre great and a dear to do it.”“When one loves ones Art no service seems too hard,” said Delia.“Magister praised the sky in that sketch8 I made in the park,” said Joe. “And Tinkle gave m

32、e permission to hang two of them in his windo I may sell one if the right kind of a rich fellow sees them.”“Im sure you will,” said Delia sweetly. “And now lets be thankful for General Pinkney and this roast.”During all of the next week the couple had an early breakfast. Joe was excited about some s

33、ketches he was doing in Central Park, and Delia prepared breakfast for him, praised, and kissed at seven oclock. It was most times seven oclock when he returned in the evening.At the end of the week Delia, sweetly proud but tired, threw three five-dollar bills on the 8 by 10 (inches) centre table of

34、 the 8 by 10 (feet) flat room9.“Sometimes,” she said, “Clementina tires me. Im afraid she doesnt practise enough, and I have to tell her the same things so often. And then she always dresses entirely in white, and that does get monotonous10. But General Pinkney is the dearest old man! I wish you cou

35、ld know him, Joe. He comes in sometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano and stands there pulling his white beard. And how are the semiquavers and the demi-semiquavers progressing11? he always asks.“I wish you could see the wainscoting in that drawing-room, Joe!”And then Joe, with the air of a

36、 Monte Cristo12, drew out a ten, a five, a two and a oneall legal notes13and laid them beside Delias earnings.“Sold that water-colour to a man from Peoria,” he announced happily.“Dont joke with me,” said Delia“not from Peoria!”“All the way. I wish you could see him, Dele. Fat man with a woolen coat.

37、 He saw the sketch in Tinkles window and thought it was a windmill14 and bought it anyho He ordered anotheran oil sketch of the Lackawanna freight depot15to take back with him. Music lessons! Oh, I guess Art is still in it.”“Im so glad youve kept on,” said Delia heartily. “Youre sure to win, dear. T

38、hirty-three dollars! We never had so much to spend before. Well have a rich dinner to-night.”O(jiān)n the next Saturday evening Joe reached home first. He spread his $18 on the table and washed what seemed to be a great deal of dark paint from his hands.Half an hour later Delia arrived, her right hand tie

39、d up in a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages16.“How is this?” asked Joe after the usual greetings.Delia laughed, but not very joyously.“Clementina,” she explained, “insisted upon a Welsh rabbit17 after her lesson. She is such a strange girl. Welsh rabbits at five in the afternoon. The General wa

40、s there. You should have seen him run for the chafing dish18, Joe, just as if there wasnt a servant in the house. I know Clementina isnt in good health; she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled19 a great lot of it, boiling hot, over my hand and wrist. It hurt terribly, Joe. And the dear

41、girl was so sorry! But General Pinkney!Joe, that old man nearly went crazy. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody out to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesnt hurt so much no”“Whats this?” asked Joe, taking the hand softly and pulling at some white strands20 under the b

42、andages.“Its something soft,” said Delia, “that had oil on it. Oh, Joe, did you sell another sketch?” She had seen the money on the table.“Did I?” said Joe. “Just ask the man from Peoria. He got his sketch today, and he isnt sure but he thinks he wants another parkscape and a view on the Hudson21. W

43、hat time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Dele?”“Five oclock, I think,” said Dele . “The ironI mean the rabbit came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen General Pinkney, Joe, when”“Sit down here a moment, Dele,” said Joe. He drew her to the couch, sat down beside her and put his arm across her shoulders.“What have you been doing for the last two weeks, Dele?” he asked.She sat in silence for a moment or two with an eye ful