讀點(diǎn)好英文:Home 家

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An artist who had painted many pictures of great beauty found that he had not yet painted the one“real”picture.

In his search along a dusty road, he met an aged priest who asked him where he was going.“I do not know，”said the artist，“I want to paint the most beautiful thing in the world. Perhaps you can direct me to it.”“How simple，”replied the priest，“in any church or creed, you will find it—‘Faith'is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

The artist traveled on. Later, he met a young bride who told him that the most beautiful thing in the world is：“Love.”“Love”makes the world go round.It builds poverty into riches, sweetens tears and makes much of little.Without love there is no beauty.

Still the artist continued his search and met a weary soldier. The artist asked him the same question and the soldier answered，“Peace”is the most beautiful thing in the world.War is ugly and wherever you find peace you'll find beauty, faith and love.

“How can I paint them-Faith, Love and Peace?”thought the artist. As he resumed his walk, his mind wondered on the“real”picture he hoped to paint.He was surprised that without thinking where he was going, he had reached his familiar surrounding.As he entered the doorway, light glistened in his eyes and he realized that his search was over.

In the faces of his wife and children, he saw Love and Faith.“Not a minute passed by that our children and I had not thought of you. We prayed that you would return to us safely，”his wife said as they embraced him.He sat on his favorite chair and his heart was at peace.

The artist painted the most beautiful thing in the world and called it“HOME.”

一位畫(huà)過(guò)許多杰出精美畫(huà)作的藝術(shù)家，發(fā)現(xiàn)自己甚至連幅“真實(shí)”的畫(huà)都沒(méi)有畫(huà)出來(lái)。

他沿著一條布滿塵土的路一路追尋，他遇到一位年老的牧師，牧師問(wèn)他要去哪里。藝術(shù)家回答：“我不知道，我想畫(huà)世界上最美好的東西。也許，你能給我指引。”牧師說(shuō)：“很簡(jiǎn)單，在任何教堂或者信條中，你會(huì)發(fā)現(xiàn)——世界上最美好的東西是‘信仰’?！?/p>

藝術(shù)家繼續(xù)前行。后來(lái)，他遇到一位年輕的新娘，她告訴他，“愛(ài)”是世界上最美好的東西?！皭?ài)”使世界運(yùn)轉(zhuǎn)，讓貧窮變得富有，淚水變成甜蜜，渺小變成偉大。沒(méi)有愛(ài)，也就沒(méi)有美。

藝術(shù)家繼續(xù)他的追尋，他又遇到—位疲憊不堪的士兵。藝術(shù)家問(wèn)了他同樣的問(wèn)題，士兵說(shuō)：“世界上最美好的東西是‘和平’。戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)丑惡無(wú)比，你在哪里能找到和平，也就找到了美、信仰和愛(ài)。”

“信仰、愛(ài)與和平——我怎樣才能把它們畫(huà)出來(lái)呢？”藝術(shù)家想。當(dāng)他重新開(kāi)始旅途時(shí)，腦子里想著自己希望畫(huà)出來(lái)的“真實(shí)”之作。他驚訝地發(fā)現(xiàn)自己想都沒(méi)想居然又走回熟悉的環(huán)境。他走進(jìn)房門(mén)，眼睛里發(fā)出一絲光芒，他知道自己的追尋結(jié)束了。

在妻子和孩子的臉上，他看到了“愛(ài)”和“信仰”?！拔液秃⒆訒r(shí)刻都在想你，為你的平安歸來(lái)而祈禱?！彼麄兿鄵頃r(shí)，妻子這樣說(shuō)道，他坐在最喜歡的椅子上，內(nèi)心一片安寧。

藝術(shù)家畫(huà)出了世界上最美好的東西，它就是“家”。