偶27。在一家很国企国企的单位上班(估计在中国进个百强没问题了,因为是垄断行业)。每天坐吃等死,直到有一天看了YOUTH后,我觉的我该考研了......
Youth
Youth is not a time of life; it is a
state of mind; it is not a matter of
rosy cheeks, red lips and supple
knees;it is a matter of the will, a
quality of the imagination, a vigor
of the emotions; it is the freshness
of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental
predominance of courage over
timidity, of the appetite for
adventure over the love of
ease. This often exists in a man of
60 more than a boy of
20.
Nobody grows old merely by a
number of years. We grow
old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to
give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the
heart and turns the spring back to
dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every
human being’s heart the lure of
wonder, the unfailing childlike
appetite of what’s next and the joy
of the game of living. In the
center of your heart and my heart
there is a wireless station: so long
as it receives messages of beauty,
hope, cheer, courage and power from
men and from the Infinite, so long
are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your
spirit is covered with snows of
cynicism and the ice of pessimism,
then you are grown old, even at 20,
but as long as your aerials are up,
to catch waves of optimism, there is
hope you may die young at80