目 录New Beijing, Great Olympics3Love Is Just a Thread4The Lotus Sutra Parable of the Good Doctor6A Brothers Miracle9Piano Music11Thefurthestdistanceintheworld14I have a dream15Of Study17Enormous Debt18The Best Kind of Love21A Good Heart to Lean on24If I were a Boy Again26The Last Class28Flower In The Desert33One Hour Of Time34Love Your Life36The little Match Girl37Farewell Address by President Clinton39On His Seventith Birthday43Three Passions I have Lived For46Blood, Sweat and Tears47The Gettysburg Address49YOUTH50Whatever Love Means51Story of Regret53New Beijing, Great OlympicsThe 2008 Olympic Game has been the most cheerful and anticipated event throughout Beijing ever since Beijing was rewarded the right to host the 2008 Summer Olympic Games, yet the focus should be shifted from making a promise to fulfilling the promise made. In my point of view, to bridge the gap between the promise and reality, Beijing still has a long way to go. To begin with, infrastructure construction should be the primary concern. Such infrastructures as communications and transportation system and facilities ought to draw our constant attention. First, traffic jam has been an age old headache in Beijing. The scene of long queues of vehicles worming their way inch by inch will surely cause great incontinence, and blemish the image of the city meanwhile. Next, to add enchantment to convenience, overall cityplanning is indispensable. Time permitting, a redesign of city layout and adjustment of architectural style would provide a better environment for fostering the characteristic, blending, oriental elegance with international grandeur, will tower aloft among surrounding architectures. To achieve such effect, Beijing shall solicit opinions from firstrate architects and make an overall plan. Thirdly, quality of the population should be improved. To make an international metropolis, both “hardware” and “software” are important.However, Rome was not built in a day. To carry out the promise of “New Beijing, Great Olympics”, deeds speak louder than words.Love Is Just a ThreadSometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They dont act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion,“I love you”is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentines Day is even more out of the question. Finally my father has a bad temper. When hes very tired from the hard work, it is easy for him to lose his temper.One day, my mother was sewing a quilt. I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.“Mom, I have a question to ask you,”I said after a while.“What?”she replied, still doing her work.“Is there love between you and Dad?”I asked her in a very low voice.My mother stopped her work and raised her head with surprise in her eyes. She didnt answer immediately. Then she bowed her head and continued to sew the quilt.I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was in a great embarrassment and I didnt know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words:“Susan,”she said thoughtfully,“Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but its really there. Love is inside.”I listened carefully but I couldnt understand her until the next spring. At that time, my father suddenly got sick seriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. When they returned from the hospital, they both looked very pale. It seemed both of them had had a serious illness.After they were back, every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father walk slowly on the country road. My father had never been so gentle. It seemed they were the most harmonious couple. Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these made up the most beautiful picture in the world.The doctor had said my father would recover in two months. But after two months he still couldnt walk by himself. All of us were worried about him.“Dad, how are you feeling now?”I asked him one day.“Susan, dont worry about me.”he said gently.“To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life.”Reading his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply.Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience, I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm.The Lotus Sutra Parable of the Good DoctorThere was a good doctor. He was wise an