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1、美丽人生双语美文 发觉了美和上帝的慈祥，而美和慈祥也待她如友，把生命的真谛呈现给她。接下来，我给大家打算了漂亮人生双语美文,欢迎大家参考与借鉴。 漂亮人生双语美文 There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor o

2、f words, the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. The hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a feverish one. In some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one's truth and its attai

3、nment more important than life itself. In other lives, though, the search for what is truthful gives life. I used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies and about the writer's thoughts on the daily scriptural readings. The person who penned the notes would

4、 add reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and loved. The notes fascinated me. Here was someone immersed in a search for truth and beauty. Words had been treasured, words that were beautiful. And I felt as if the word

5、s somehow delighted in being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as yet anonymous writer of the notes. And now this person was in turn learning the secret of sharing them. Beauty so shines when given away. The only truth that exists is, in that sense, free. It was a long time be

6、fore I met the author of the notes. One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was "the woman who said she left all the notes." When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her fr

7、om church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedu

8、res that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face. We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week. As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she alway

9、s wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not a

10、sk. We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers. I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a di

11、sfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply. Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, who

12、se words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend. How long doe

13、s it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care-maybe even the simple ges

14、ture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart. The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they

15、befriended her, and showed her what is real. 漂亮人生 她有着一种与外表无关的灵气和漂亮。她的话语轻而易举地折服了人心，她正是我们要倾听的声音。 许多人都说人生的真谛是个未知的概念。言词的费劲诠释、艺术的着力表现还有人类那好像永无休止的纷繁思索，三者都苦苦追寻人生的真谛。希望走近以至完全把握存在的真意可以令人非常狂热。有时候，有些人以自己笃信的真理为志趣，追寻真理甚于保全生命，于是就有杀身成仁之举。然而，也有另外的一种人生，他们在寻求真谛的过程中浇灌生命。 过去，我经常在教堂的心愿篮里面发觉一些美丽的小短文，有些是关于我的布道，有些是作者日常读圣经的

16、感想。写这些短文的人不仅对我的一些观点加以反思，同时还会引用一些他/她曾经读过的，令他/她难忘又宠爱的诗人或者神奇主义者的话。我给这些短文迷住了。我看到了一个执着于追寻真与美的人。其珍而重之的字句，美丽动人。我还感觉到似乎那些字句也乐于让我们发觉，它们是那么毫无保留地，慷慨地为这无名氏作者借用，而现在轮到这位无名氏来学习与人共享这些美文的奇妙。共享令美愈加闪烁生辉，在这个意义上说，其实世上唯一的真理是分毫不费的。 过了很久我才见到这些短文的作者。 一个星期天早上，我被告知有人正在办公室等我。帮我应门的年轻人说“是个女人，说留言是她放的。”望见她的时候我大吃一惊，因为我立刻就认出她是我的教区信徒

17、，只是我始终不知道那些短文是她写的。她坐在办公室的一张椅子上，两手相扣搁在大腿上，低垂着头。在抬头看我的时候，她微笑起来却非常费劲。那是一张破了相的脸，外科手术使她的脸皮绷得紧紧的，笑对她来说也是很困难的。为了去除脸上碍眼的肉瘤她接受了手术治疗，这令她吃尽苦头。 那个星期天早上我们聊了一会儿，并确定那个星期再找个时间一起吃顿午饭。 后来我们不止吃了一顿午饭，而是好几顿。每次一起吃饭的时候她都戴着帽子。我想可能是她接受的某种治疗使她掉了不少头发。我们共享了各自生活中的点点滴滴。我跟她讲我读书和成长的故事。她告知我她在一家保险公司里已经工作多年了。她从来没有提过自己的家庭，我也没有问。 我们还谈到

18、大家都读过的作家作品，不难发觉她特别喜爱看书。 这些年我常常想起她，在这个以外表、地位和财宝等虚名浮利挂帅的社会中她是怎样一路挺过来的呢?毁掉的容颜使她怎么也无法变得刺眼迷人。我知道这深深地刺痛着她。 假如她长得美丽，她的生命轨迹会不会有所不同呢?有可能。不过她有种独特的灵气和美，与外表完全无关。她的话轻而易举地折服了人心，她正是我们要倾听的声音。她的隽语出于一颗受过伤却充溢爱的心，就像全部人的心一样，只不过她比别人更注意对自己心灵的关注、专心去体会生活并从中学习。她拥有一种细腻的美感。她生命里唯一的恐惊就是失去挚友。 我们原委要花多长时间才能达到如此高度的成熟?能否最终达到还是个未知数呢。我

19、们老觉得身心乏累，明珠暗投，只顾为眼前的不足忧心忡忡，却忘了珍视一些历久常新的东西。友情宝贵而美妙，只需我们专心呵护，有时候简简洁单的表示就已经足够了，譬如间或写几句话给挚友，或者在篮子里投入一些美丽动人的字条，以期大家都能共享，记住奇妙的时刻、美妙的感觉。 她生命的真谛就是要透过事物的表面一睹其真正的本质。她发觉了美和上帝的慈祥，而美和慈祥也待她如友，把生命的真谛呈现给她。本文来源：网络收集与整理，如有侵权，请联系作者删除，谢谢！第9页 共9页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页第 9 页 共 9 页