有关于爱的简单英文小故事

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有关于爱的简单英文小故事

　　《Love》

　　Love is an art which involves deep emotion. It is a pure and lofty desire in ones innermost heart. Real love means not only a pleasure, but also loyalty and obligation. To love is to give and sacrifice. One who can not create happiness, even make sacrifice for his beloved, cannot be counted as a true lover.

　　To be loved you have to love. True lovers are willing to sacrifice themselves for each others sake. True love needs no expression in words. One glance is enough to make each other understand. A handshake, a gentle touch inspired by respect and admiration, will leave you intoxicated and remain in your memory. Even when you are old you will recall and cherish it with deep emotion.

　　Real love is unforgettable. With the development of science and technology, love becomes more noble, rich, fine and subtle. As is known to all, everyone is born with the right to love and also the right to refuse to return love. Human love exists with human beings. Wherever there are people, there is love.

　　Let us draw courage, confidence and happiness from love.

　　《When Love Beckons You》

　　When love beckons to you,follow him,though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wing sen fold you,yield to him,though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you,believe in him,though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

　　For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

　　But if, in your fear, you would seek only loves peace and loves pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of loves threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

　　Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:

　　To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

　　To know the pain of too much tenderness.

　　To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

　　And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

　　To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

　　To rest at the noon hour and meditate loves ecstasy;

　　To return home at eventide with gratitude;

　　And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

　　奶奶的爱

　　We had moved from Cairo to Mt. Vernon, Illinois, away from my grandmother when I was eight years old. I missed her terribly. I was told I was her favorite grandchild; she was my favorite “Granny.” She was my Father’s mother.

　　Two years later my mother and father separated and they were soon divorced. I felt as if my world was falling apart. My heart ached for that part of me that was slipping away. Mother must have sensed my longing, for she would take my little brother and me back to visit my Granny on occasions, even after the divorce.

　　I was always aware Granny loved us. It was something you could feel with your heart, even when your world was turned upside down.

　　She didn’t live in a fancy house or have expensive things, but I never noticed; I just knew she loved me and I loved her back.

　　We had lived, for a time, next door to her and grandpa in a duplex while my father was away during World War II.

　　Granny had never had very much in the way of money or material things. But it was the little things she gave me that had always mattered. Things like letting me dip my fingers in the sugar bowl, which was always sitting on her table or the coffee she let me sip from her cup. She allowed me to sit on top of her kitchen table as I partook of those privileges.

　　Granny took the time to explain the function of her weather vane, hanging on the wall, which predicted the upcoming weather. How that little wooden boy and girl knew what door to come out of, when it was going to rain, amazed me. But Granny understood.

　　She also had a vinegar cruet that sat high on a shelf that was beautiful, in my eyes; I asked if I could have it someday. It was given to me in a box after her funeral. She remembered; love is like that.

　　I used to spend a lot of time with Granny when we lived in Cairo, next door to her and granndpa, in the duplex. But times and things had changed. Grandpa had died; we lived a hundred miles away, and dad, her youngest son, my daddy, no longer lived with us. I didn’t get to see dad much, and I don’t know if Granny got to see him very often either. But, he was her son, and I knew she loved him. Love is like that; it can see past the pain.

　　Though she didn’t have much, neither did we, but she did something for my brother, Tommie and me. I will always remember; she saved her pennies in a glass jar. I am sure Granny could have used those pennies herself but she saved them to give us when we came to visit. Because I was the oldest I was in charge of dividing the pennies equally between my brother and me.“One for you, one for me,” I would repeat until the jar was empty.

　　I don’t remember how much we collected on our visits, nor was the amount important. It was the idea that she remembered us, and cared about us, when we were away from her.

　　Those memories, of when I was a child, still give me warm fuzzy feelings on days that I need them. A Granny’s love stays with a grandchild, down through the years, even when that child becomes a grandma herself. I often wonder, after all those years, when I am lucky enough to find a penny lying on the ground somewhere, if it could possible be Granny tossing me pennies from heaven.

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