Here is one of my writing exercises, let me know if you have any comments. Thanks.^_^

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Nature or Nurture Contribute More to Intelligence?

“Daddy, I want to color!” These are the first words out of my daughter’s mouth every day when she dashes in our front door after kindergarten.

I can tell she has something in her mind that needs to get on paper. She doesn’t have time to take off her jacket or sit down, or even go to the bathroom. I rush the box of crayon stubs and the paper onto the table where she stands next to her chair. She is fidgeting from one foot to the other in a way we grownups know means that something urgent is being put off too long.

But how can I stop her? My wonderful girl—hair disheveled from the dash home, tongue sticking out between her teeth in concentration, jacket fallen down behind her shoulders with the sleeves bunched around her elbows. She is coloring furiously, filling that clean, white sheet with the images that fill her mind: flowers, trees, daddies, children, sunshine, angels, mommies. Every face wears that little upward curve that seems to be the natural human expression in my child’s world. It means happy.

Watching my daughter, I have come to believe that my college psychology teacher was wrong. The fundamental human drive – what it is that we most want to do and need to do – is not to have sex, nor to have power. It is to create. That’s what “soul” is. That’s what makes us human.

I don’t mean my daughter (or most of the rest of us) will ever be a great composer or painter. But what is life anyway, if it isn’t a clean sheet of white paper ? And what is life’s meaning if it isn’t to fill the paper with beauty?

But where to start? The best medium, better even than crayon, is the simplest act of love for others. The desire to sacrifice, to suffer patiently, to appreciate nature reverently—all are impulses toward a creative life. This weekend I read profiles of some of the young U.S. soldiers killed in Iraq. They all were happy six-year-olds at one time. They wanted to fill their paper with a masterpiece that was all their own. They were proud to serve. They were ready to give everything they had.

And then there are the fallen Iraqis, soldiers and civilians. And too many children. What varied and exquisite lives are being snuffed out when they have scarcely had time to touch pen to paper?

My daughter looks up at me triumphantly, flushed with the enthusiasm of one who has completed a great work while under extreme inner duress—she still can’t stand still. “Look Daddy, this is an Easter Bunny hiding eggs for me and Mommy and you!”

So that is what was on her mind. I never would have guessed. I couldn’t have drawn that picture. It is hers. But suddenly I want more than anything to be sure her paper is as big and un-smudged as possible. I want her crayon set to be brand new like the ones we got her on the first day of kindergarten.

As a father, perhaps that is what I wish for my child more than anything else. I want her to fill her paper with the vibrant colors of love. Every child born has such a set. Teach them to use it and to love doing it. This is the “more excellent way.” This is the way they can create what is most truly their very own in all its special beauty.

To create is to be happy. The only unhappy ones among us are those who lost their crayons somewhere along the way, who forgot about the sheet of paper. Maybe they thought they could scribble on it and then crumple it up and throw it away.  But you can’t do that with this sheet. No creative effort is wasted. Someday we’ll grasp the harmony of a design so mighty that we presently have a hard time following a single line of its pattern. Eternity won’t be long enough to contemplate the subtlety of its detail, the explosive joy of its color. My handiwork, yours, and that of our enemy will be in it. None will be too awkward or confused. So I say, may each of our children come home safely. And may we make time for the artwork that waits to spring from them out of God’s endless imagination.

ONCE   UPON   A   TIME…..

There was a rich King who had 4 wives.

He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day
she would leave him for another.

He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidante and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times.

The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her. 

One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short.

He thought of his luxurious life and pondered, "I now have 4 wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" 

"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.

There is nothing more than "exhausted" to express what i have felt until yesterday. i just took the proficiency test in gdufs yesterday, on which i have spent 7 full days for pretest preparation. i know that knowlege needs time to be acquired, "My English is just ok with 30 years' learning." Said Mr Wang.(one of my respectable teachers).To some extent, it reveals the quality of being modest of Chinese people, but it does tell us the true essence on study and life.

i am not quite sure my performance during the test, it seems to be lack of time for me to complete all the examination questions, especially for the part of the comprehensive reading. i believe, however, i have got something new and improved although it was only a little.

"Follow you passion and success will follow you." The reason why i like this proverb is that it will make me feel energetic every time when i encounter troubles. i cross my hands for good luck and wish to get a perfect ending for my study.

To Much Education is Dangerous?

It is widely believed that the more education we obtain the more opportunities we may gain to succeed. However, some people argue that it will only bring about uncomfortable feelings if they have redundant education. Which may be somewhat reasonable, but the advantages of attaining more knowledge far outweigh its disadvantages.

It may be true that people will feel disappointed if knowledge acquired will not be functional in their jobs. Their motivation to learn something new will probably be reduced. Consequently, they will become less interested in their jobs. Though, we should never be pessimistic since few joys cover all lines of business, and few people find a practical use on all knowledge they have achieved. Therefore, what we have to do is try to working hard and being involved in the field selected.

As an old saying goes: “Knowledge is a treasure.” Education plays an essential role during the development of our society. It not only enriches our knowledge but also broadens our horizons. As our world changes everyday with great progresses, we need to be educated as much as possible to be in step with the times. Otherwise, we will be falling behind and be bound to failure.

Less education is a real danger for people, while much education is favorable. Chances always favor the minds that are well prepared. What we need to concern about is how to equip ourselves with as much education as we can within the limited lives.

The following article from Bertrand Russell impressed on me.Let's enjoy...