Selected essays on chicken soup for the soul?

Music is a cup of chicken soup for the soul, and I am deeply intoxicated by its fragrance. The following is the essay "Chicken Soup" I chose for your appreciation.

: two roads

He saw the dim light flashing over the dark swamp, and the light was fleeting. It's time for him to gently throw up the waves. He watched a meteor fall into the sky and disappear into the darkness, which was his own symbol. Sorrow is like a sharp arrow through the old man's heart. He thought of his friends who came into life with him in his early years. They took a noble and diligent road and returned home with honor and great happiness on this new night.

When the years go by, you stumble on the dark mountain road and cry bitterly, "youth, come back!" Come back! " That can only be in vain.

New Year's Eve. An old man stood at the window. He looked up at the sky sadly. Stars float on the quiet lake like emerald lilies. The old man looked down at the ground again, and several lives more hopeless than himself were heading for their graves. On the way to that place, the old man has spent 60 years of cold and heat. During that journey, he got nothing but mistakes and regrets. He is old, empty and depressed, and his age torments the old man.

The old man saw him when he was young. He recalled that solemn moment, when his father put him in the * * * of two roads-one leading to the sunny world, the harvest in the field was in sight, and soft and sweet songs echoed everywhere; The other road leads pedestrians into the dark bottomless abyss, from which not spring water, but venom, snakes and pythons squirm everywhere, spitting poisonous arrows.

The old man looked up at the sky and cried in distress, "Youth, come back!" " ! Father, let me go back to my life, and I will choose the right path! "However, the golden age of his father and himself is gone forever.

He saw the dim light flashing over the dark swamp, and the light was fleeting. It's time for him to gently throw up the waves. He watched a meteor fall into the sky and disappear into the darkness, which was his own symbol. Sorrow is like a sharp arrow through the old man's heart. He thought of his friends who came into life with him in his early years. They took a noble and diligent road and returned home with honor and great happiness on this new night.

The towering church bell tower rang, and the bell reminded him of his parents' love for him. He remembers his parents' teaching and their prayers for his happiness. Strong shame and sadness made him afraid to see his father's paradise again. The old man's eyes were dim and confused, and his tears suddenly fell down. He shouted in despair, "Come back, my youth! Come back! "

The old man's youth is really back. It turned out that those were just a dream he had when he dozed off on New Year's Eve. Although he did make some mistakes, he is still young at present. He is sincerely thanking God, and time still belongs to him. He has not yet fallen into the dark abyss, and he is free to set foot on the right path and enter the blessed land, where rich crops fluctuate in the sun. Those who are still wandering at the gate of life and hesitate to know which way to take, remember that when the years pass, you stumble on the dark mountain road, and then cry bitterly, "Youth, come back! Come back! " That can only be in vain.

The power of violin

Mei Lite opened the piano box with tears in her eyes, and I caught a glimpse of my Amati violin lying quietly inside. Mei Lite stepped forward and gave me a big hug. The scene three years ago suddenly reappeared in front of my eyes. It turns out that he is "Mr. Rumston's nephew Reuben"! My eyes are moist, as if I heard that girl's beautiful violin music again, but she will never realize how her innocence and kindness once shocked the hearts of two lost teenagers and made them regain their faith in life!

Every evening, I will take my violin for a walk in the park by the Lake Yulinkins, and then play Ode to Our Lady in the sunset, or mercy's Meditation in the foggy twilight. I like to weave my beautiful dreams in that melodious melody. Violin made me forget the worldly troubles and brought me into an idyllic and pure life.

At noon that day, I drove back to the garden villa not far from Lake Yulinkins. As soon as I entered the living room door, I heard a slight noise in the upstairs bedroom, which was too familiar. This is the sound of my Amati violin. "There are thieves!" I ran upstairs, and sure enough, a boy about 12 years old was stroking my violin there. The boy's hair is unkempt, his face is thin, his ill-fitting coat is bulging, and something seems to be stuffed inside. I caught a glimpse of a pair of new leather shoes that had been put on the bed. It seems that he is a thief. I blocked the teenager's escape with my strong body. At this time, I saw that his eyes were full of fear, timidity and despair. In a flash, I suddenly remembered the blue tombstone in my memory, and my angry expression was immediately replaced by a smile. I asked, "Are you Mr. Rumston's nephew Reuben?" I'm his housekeeper. Two days ago, I heard from Mr. Ramston that he had a nephew who lived in the country coming. It must be you. You look just like him! "

Hearing my words, the teenager was stunned at first, but soon said, "Is my uncle out?" I think I'd better go out and see him later. "I nodded, and then asked the boy who was about to put down the violin." Do you like playing the violin very much? ""Yes, but I'm too poor to afford it. " The boy replied, then I'll give you this violin. "I said gently. The boy doesn't seem to believe that this violin belongs to a housekeeper. He gave me a puzzled look, but he picked up the violin. When he was about to leave the living room, he suddenly saw a huge color photo of my performance in Sydney Grand Theatre hanging on the wall. He couldn't help shivering and ran away without looking back. I believe the teenager has understood what is going on, because no owner will decorate the living room with the photo of the housekeeper.

That night, I made an exception and didn't go for a walk in the park near Lake Yulinkins. My wife came back from work and found this abnormal phenomenon of mine. She couldn't help asking, "Is your beloved violin broken?" "Oh, no, I gave it away." "Send people? That will be a day! You regard it as an indispensable part of life. " "My dear, you're right. But if it can save a lost soul, I am willing to do so. " Seeing that my wife didn't understand what I said, I told her what happened at noon that day, and then asked, "Do you want me to tell another story?" The wife nodded puzzled.

"When I was a teenager, I hung out with a group of bad boys all day. One afternoon, I turned over from a big tree and climbed into an apartment house, because I saw the owner of the house drive out with my own eyes, which was a good time for me to steal. However, when I sneaked into the bedroom, I suddenly found a girl about my age lying on the bed, and I suddenly froze there. The girl was very scared when she saw me at first, but she soon calmed down. She smiled and asked me, "Are you looking for Mr. mcleod on the fifth floor?" I don't know what to say at the moment, so I have to nod mechanically. This is the fourth floor. You are going the wrong way.

"The girl a sweet smile. I was about to sneak out the door when the girl said,' Can you sit with me for a while?' ? I am sick and lonely in bed every day. I really want someone to chat with me. I sit next to a strange tie. That afternoon, I had a good chat with that girl. Finally, when I was leaving, she played a violin song "Dance of the Queen of Sheba" for me. Seeing that I like listening to it very much, she simply gave me Amati's violin. Just when I walked out of the apartment with mixed feelings and looked back inadvertently, I found that the apartment building had only four floors, and there was no so-called Mr. mcleod who lived on the fifth floor. In other words, that girl actually knows that I am a thief. She is kind to me because she wants to maintain my self-esteem with dignity. Later, I went to see the girl again, but her father told me sadly that she had died of bone cancer. I saw a small poem engraved on her slate in the cemetery, one of which was like this:' Give love to this world, so I am happy!' "

After listening to my story, my wife was speechless and her eyes were wet. Three years later, I was invited to be the final judge of a music competition for high school students in Melbourne. In the end, a violinist named Mei Lite won the first prize with great strength. When judging, I always feel that Mei Lite looks familiar, but I can't remember where I met him. After the award, Mei Lite ran to me with a violin case and blushed and asked, "Mr. bridges, do you still know me?" I shook my head. "You once gave me a violin, and I have kept it to this day!" Mei Lite said with tears: "At that time, almost everyone regarded me as garbage, and I thought I was completely finished, but you made me regain my self-esteem in poverty and suffering, and once again lit the blazing fire to change adversity! Today, I can return this violin to you with a clear conscience ... "

Mei Lite opened the piano box with tears in her eyes, and I caught a glimpse of my Amati violin lying quietly inside. Mei Lite stepped forward and gave me a big hug. The scene three years ago suddenly reappeared in front of my eyes. It turns out that he is "Mr. Rumston's nephew Reuben"! My eyes are moist, as if I heard that girl's beautiful violin music again, but she will never realize how her innocence and kindness once shocked the hearts of two lost teenagers and made them regain their faith in life!

Carrots, eggs and coffee

My father went on to say, "What I want to ask you is, in the face of the hardships of life, are you as weak as a carrot, as hard and strong as an egg, or are you like a handful of coffee beans, damaged but not frustrated, emitting fragrance all around you, and infecting everyone around you with a good mood no matter how bad the environment is?" In a word, you should become a strong person on the road of life and make yourself and everything around you better, better and more meaningful. "

In the face of the hardships of life, do you become as weak as a carrot, as hard and strong as an egg, or like a handful of coffee beans, your body is damaged and you don't fall down. ...

One day, my daughter complained bitterly to her father about the hardships of life.

Father is a famous cook. After calmly listening to his daughter's complaints, he smiled and took her into the kitchen. Father poured the same amount of water into three pots of the same size, then put a big carrot in the first pot, an egg in the second pot and a coffee bean in the third pot. Finally, he put three pots on three stoves with the same firepower. The daughter stood by and looked at her father doubtfully, not knowing what he meant.

Twenty minutes later, the father turned off the fire and asked his daughter to bring two plates and a cup. Father put the cooked carrots and eggs into two plates respectively, and then poured the coffee brewed from coffee beans into the cup. Pointing to a plate and a cup, he asked his daughter, "Tell me, son, what do you see?"

The daughter replied, "What else can there be? Of course, carrots, eggs and coffee. "

Father said, "You might as well touch them and see what changes have taken place."

The daughter picked up the fork and touched the carrot, and found that the carrot had become very soft. She picked up the egg again and felt the hardness of the shell. She broke the eggshell on the table and carefully touched protein inside. Then she picked up the cup and took a sip of the coffee inside. After this, the daughter began to answer her father's question: "This plate is a carrot that has become very soft, that plate is an egg with a hard shell and frozen protein, and the cup is a fragrant and delicious coffee." After that, she inexplicably asked her father, "Dear Dad, why did you ask me such a simple question?"

The father looked at his daughter seriously and said, "The three things you saw were all cooked in the same pot, with the same amount of water, the same temperature and the same time, but the reactions were quite different. Carrots are hard when they are raw, and become soft and almost rotten after cooking; Raw eggs are fragile and will break when touched, but even protein will harden after cooking; Coffee beans are also hard before boiling. Although it will soften after boiling for a while, its aroma and taste are soluble in water and become delicious coffee. "

When the father finished, he asked his daughter, "Which one do you look like?"

Now, my daughter is even more confused. She just looked at her father stupefied and didn't know how to answer.

My father went on to say, "What I want to ask you is, in the face of the hardships of life, are you as weak as a carrot, as hard and strong as an egg, or are you like a handful of coffee beans, damaged but not frustrated, emitting fragrance all around you, and infecting everyone around you with a good mood no matter how bad the environment is?" In a word, you should become a strong person on the road of life and make yourself and everything around you better, better and more meaningful. "