Anger is not wrong.I know this statement seems shocking and challenges the wildly popular “Positive Thinking” movement，which encourages us to “be full of positive energy” and “let go of our anger”. However，the truth is that anger is just an emotion，and emotions are neither right nor wrong.We do not consciously choose them.We do，on the other hand，choose how we express our emotions and there are definitely right and wrong means of expression.
The reason we're often urged to “keep_a_lid_on”our anger is that few people ever learn proper and positive ways to express anger.Instead，we are taught that “anger is wrong” and “you should keep your anger inside”．But these messages don't change the fact that，for most of us，anger exists.
Many popular “Positive Thinking” programmes assume that success comes from “controlling our emotion” and that this can be done by simply repeating positive statements.Interestingly，these positive slogans often include a lot of negativity.“Only losers complain！I am a winner！” is one popular saying.The belief that those who disagree with us are losers is actually quite negative and is often used as an excuse for rude language and personal attacks.
When it comes to dealing with negative situations in our daily lives，the ability to reasonably express anger or disagreement is an important skill.But we must use balanced and nonviolent methods to express our dissatisfaction.Frustration at unfair policies or treatment can certainly cause anger，but our anger can never be an excuse for abusing family members，damaging schools，attacking doctors or most seriously，engaging in terrorism.
Instead of pretending that anger doesn't exist，we should start teaching appropriate means of dealing with anger.When we experience anger feelings in ourselves or others，what we should “let go of” is the silly idea that we can remove anger with just a few sweet words.Instead，we should find reasonable solutions to the causes of those angry feelings.We need to accept anger as a natural emotion but stop using it as an excuse for violent and destructive behavior.Anger isn't wrong，but failure to deal with it appropriately is.
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It's a small informal party among our old classmates— you .
她说你可能出去了,因此我没有去你家。
你偏在晚上的这个时候弹钢琴吗？
When asked to point out one or two things that are most important to themselves, many put friends ahead of homes, jobs, clothes and cars.
A true friendship carries a long history of experience that determines who we are and keeps us connected. It is a treasure we should protect. Unfortunately, the better friends you are, the more probably you'll have disagreements. And the result can be what you don't want — an end to the relationship.
The good news is that most troubled friendships can be mended. First, don't let your pride get in your way. Most of us can forgive each other when differences are brought out in the open. Second, apologize when you're wrong — even if you've been wronged. Over the course of a friendship, even the best people make mistakes. Sometimes, it may be best if the wronged person takes the lead and apologizes. When you apologize, give your friend a chance to admit(承认) that he has been wrong. Third, see things from your friend's point of view. And finally, accept that friendships change as our needs and lifestyle change. Making friends can sometimes seem easy. The hard part is keeping the connections strong during the natural ups and downs that have an effect on all relationships. My suggestion: consider friendship as an honor and a gift, and worth the effort to treasure and nurture(培养).
This was my grandmother's first Christmas without grandfather. When we reached her house, it did seem a little 1 without grandfather.
Grandfather had always said the Christmas 2 was the most important. So we set to work assembling (组装) the beautiful 3 tree that was stored in grandfather's closet (储藏柜). After we finished, we stepped back to 4 our work. It looked wonderful. But something was 5.
"Where's the star?"I asked. It was my grandmother's 6. As we emptied box after box and found no star, my grandmother's eyes 7 with tears. Grandfather had given it to grandmother fifty years ago. Now, on her first Christmas without 8, the star was gone, too.
"Let's 9 in the closet where the tree was, "my sister Donna said. We 10 under beds and over shelves, inside and outside 11we had excluded every possibility. We could see grandmother was 12, although she tried not to show it. By now, it was 13 outside, and time for bed, as Santa would soon be here.
The next morning, my sister and I 14 early to see what Santa had left under the tree. After breakfast, the family sat together to 15 presents."The last gift is to grandmother from grandfather. "Father said, in a puzzled voice.
"From who?"There was 16 in my grandmother's voice.
"I found that 17 in the closet when we got the tree down, "Mother explained.
My grandmother opened it. Her face lit up when she pulled out a(n) 18 golden star. There was a note attached. Her voice trembled (颠抖) as she read it:
Don't be 19 with me, dear. I broke your star while putting away the tree. Thought it was time for a new one, I hope it brings you as much 20 as the first one. Merry Christmas.
—Sure, I will.
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—Is that so? If you , make sure you limit it to one cup a day.
The spirits of giving
Two weeks before Christmas, two girls were walking down the street, laughing on some ice that remained from a recent snow. Merrily they shared what they hoped to 1from Christmas.
They stopped to talk to an old man named Harry, who was on his knees2weeds around a large oak tree. He wore a pair of 3garden gloves. His fingers were sticking out of the ends, blue from the4.
Harry told them he was getting the yard in 5as a Christmas gift for his mother, who had died several years before. He said with his eyes 6with tears,"My mother was all I had. She loved her7and her trees, so I do this for her at Christmas."
His words8the girls and soon they were down on their hands and knees helping him 9around the trees. When they were finished, Harry pressed a quarter into each of their hands and said, "I wish I could 10 you more, but it's all I've got right now."
The girls had often passed his house, and as they 11 on they remembered that the house was always12. No decorations to add cheerfulness were anywhere in sight. Harry sat behind curtain windows, looking 13.
The quarter in one little girl's palm(手心) seemed to burn a hole of guilt 14 they walked on. The next day she called her friend and they 15 to put their quarters in a jar marked "Harry's Christmas Present". Then they began to seek out small jobs to16more. Every nickel, dime and quarter they earned went into the jar.
Two days before Christmas, they had enough money to buy new 17and a card. Christmas Eve found them18Harry's doorstep singing carols(圣诞颂歌). When Harry opened the door, they presented him with the gloves wrapped in pretty paper and a19pumpkin pie a mother had just baked. With 20hands he tore open the paper from the gloves, and then to their surprise, he held them to his face and wept.
When I was a child I thought a lot about what it means to love. I once asked my mother if she loved me or my father (many), certain that I knew the answer — me. Instead, she bent down and looked at me the eye, hands gently on each shoulder. She explained that she couldn't help(love) me and that the love of a mother for her baby was incredibly strong. But then she told me that the love she had for my daddy was a love of(choose), which made it special. Of all the people in the world, she chose and he chose her. Now that I'm married, I consider each day it takes to stay married as long as my parents have. It's not that I don't believe in romance. I believe more in the sacred of the ordinary. I believe in love that is sustained by deliberate (kind) and the choice to see little acts as testaments of love and commitment rather than indicators of a spark that has died of love communicated each time he cooks meals and I schedule his dental appointment. This picture of love is certainly less(excite), but decidedly real, and more romantic in its own way because of the weight of its (real).
