进入查看：2022-2023学年英语周报七年级第13期答案及试题

 

I can’t remember if I was 9 or 10 years old, but I do remember that it was the last day of 4-H camp. I was looking in the mirror and checking my face for bruises (瘀伤). The day before, for some silly reason, I had gotten into a fistfight with another boy. It didn’t take long for the bigger boys to pull us apart and call it a draw, but in truth, I had lost. My head was still sore from a couple of the blows the other boy had landed. We hadn’t talked since the fight either but only stared coldly at each other from across the room.

Still, I was in a good mood this morning because I knew my Mom was bringing some of her homemade pizzas as a treat for my brother, me and our friends. Soon I saw her walking up the sidewalk toward the steps of our cabin (小屋). She had been bringing these pizzas to us every 4-H camp for years now. I saw her smile as my brother and his friends all grabbed the big cut pieces. She made sure, though, to save the last two pieces for me. I thanked her with a smile and started to eat when I saw my fistfight opponent standing off to the side by himself. At that moment, something moved me. I walked over to him and gave him one of the pieces. We talked, laughed and ate. And for some reason unknown to me at the time, the pizza tasted better than ever before.

I can see now what moved my heart. A little miracle (不可思议的事) was working inside of me – moving me to forgive, to give and to love. And I am so happy that I followed that guidance.

Scottish writer Henry Drummond wrote: “You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.”