高中英语作文三桃石 (Three Peach Stones)observea child;any one willdo.you willsee thatnot a day passes in which he does not find something or other tomake him happy,thoughhe may be intearsthenextmoment. thenlookata man; any one ofus willdo.you willnoticethatweeks and months can pass in which day is greeted with nothing morethanresignation1,and endurewitheverypoliteindifference.indeed, most men are as miserable as sinners, though they aretooboredtosin-perhapstheirsinistheirindifference2.but it is true that they so seldom smile that when they do we donot recognize their face, so distorted is it from the fixedmask we take for granted3. and even then a man can not smile like a child, for a child smiles with his eyes, whereas a man smiles with his lips alone. it is not a smile; but a grin; something to do with humor4, but little to do with happiness.and then,as anyone can see,thereisa point(butwhocan definethat point?) when a man becomes an old man, and then he will smile again.it would seem that happiness is something to do withsimplicity,and thatitistheabilitytoextractpleasureform the simplest things-such as apeach stone,for instance.it is obvious that it is nothing to do with success. for sir henrystewartwas certainlysuccessful.itistwentyyearsago since he came down to our village from london, and bought a coupleof old cottages, which he had knocked into one. he used hishouse a s weekend refuge5.he was a barrister.and thevillage followedhisbrilliantcareerwithsomethingalmostamounting to paternal pride.i remember some ten years ago when he wasmade a kings counsel6, amos and i, seeing him get off thelondontrain,wenttocongratulatehim.wegrinnedwith pleasure;hemerelylookedasmiserableasthoughhe d receiveda penalsentence.itwas thesamewhenhe was knighted;he neversmileda bit,he didn teven bothertocelebratewith a round of drinks at the“blue fox” 7. he took his successas a child does his medicine. and not one of his achievements brought even a ghost of a smile to his tired eyes.i asked him one day, soon after hed retired to potter about his garden,8 what is was like to achieve all one s ambitions. he looked down at his roses and went on wateringthem.thenhesaid“ theonlyvalueinachievingone sambition is that you then realize that they are not worth achieving.” quickly he moved the conversation on to a more practical level, and within a moment we were back to a safediscussion on the weather. that was two years ago.i recall this incident, for yesterday, i was passing his house, and had drawn up my cart just outside his garden wall.i had pulled in from the road for no other reason than to leta bus pass me. as isettherefillingmy pipe,isuddenlyheard a shout of sheer joy come from the other side of the wall.ipeered over. there stood sir henry doing nothing less than atribal war dance9 of sheer unashamed ecstasy. even when he observed my bewildered face staring over the wall he did notseemput out10 or embarrassed, but shouted for meto climb over.“come and see, jan. look! i have done it at last! i have done it at last! ” there he was, holding a small box of earthin his had. i observed three tiny shoots out of it. ” and therewere only three! ” he said, his eyes laughing to heaven. ” three what?” i asked. ” peach stones ”, he replied. “ i ve always wanted to make peach stones grow, even since i was a child,when i used to take them home after a party, or as a man after a banquet. and i used to plant them, and then forgot where iplantedthem.butnow atlastihave done it,and,what s more,i had only three stones, and there you are, one, two, three shoots,” he counted.and sir henry ran off, calling for his wife to come andsee his achievement-his achievement of simplicity.