引导语：笔和墨水壶是我们生活中常见的生活用品，那么这两件物品凑在一起会写出什么样的安徒生童话故事呢?欢迎大家阅读下文学习，还有英文版的。
在一个诗人的房间里，有人看到桌上的墨水壶，说：“一个墨水壶所能产生的东西真是了不起!下一步可能是什么呢?是的，那一定是了不起的!”
“一点也不错，”墨水壶说。“那真是不可想象——我常常这样说!“它对那枝鹅毛笔和桌上其他能听见它的东西说。”我身上产生出来的东西该是多美妙呵!是的，这几乎叫人不相信!当人把笔伸进我身体里去的时候，我自己也不知道，下一步我可以产生出什么东西。我只须拿出我的一滴就可以写半页字，记载一大堆东西。我的确是一件了不起的东西。我身上产生出所有的诗人的作品：人们以为自己所认识的那些生动的人、一切深沉的感情、幽默、大自然美丽的图画等。我自己也不理解，因为我不认识自然，但是它无疑地是存在于我身体里面的。从我的身体出来的'有：飘荡的人群、美丽的姑娘、骑着骏马的勇士、比尔·杜佛和吉斯丹·吉美尔①。是的，我自己也不知道。——我坦白地说，我真想不到我会有什么东西拿出来。”
“你这话说得对!”鹅毛笔说。“你完全不用头脑，因为如果你用用头脑的话，你就会了解，你只不过供给一点液体罢了。你流出水，好使我能把我心里的东西清楚地表达出来，真正在纸上写字的是笔呀!任何人都不会怀疑这一点。大多数的人对于诗的理解和一个老墨水壶差不了多少。”
“你的经验实在少得可怜!”墨水壶说。“用不到一个星期，你就已经累得半死了。你幻想自己是一个诗人吗?你不过是一个佣人罢了。在你没有来以前，我可是认识不少你这种人。你们有的是属于鹅毛②这个家族，有的是英国造的!鹅毛笔和钢笔，我都打过交道!许多都为我服务过;当他——人——回来时，还有更多的会来为我服务，——他这个人代替我行动，写下他从我身上取出来的东西。我倒很想知道，他会先从我身上取出什么来。”
“墨水!古时的笔是用鹅毛管做的。”笔说。
晚上很迟的时候，诗人回来了。他去参加了一个音乐会，听了一位杰出提琴家的演奏，而且还被这美妙的艺术迷住了。这位音乐家在他的乐器上奏出惊人的丰富的调子、一会儿像滚珠似的水点，一会儿像在啾啾合唱的小鸟，一会儿像吹过枞树林的萧萧的风声。他觉得听到自己的心在哭泣，但是在和谐地哭泣，像一个女人的悦耳的声音一样。看样子不仅是琴弦在发出声音，而且是弦柱、甚至梢和共鸣盘在发出声音。这是一次很惊人的演奏!虽然乐器不容易演奏，但是弓却轻松地在弦上来回滑动着，像游戏似的。你很可能以为任何人都可以拉它几下子。
提琴似乎自己在发出声音，弓也似乎自己在滑动——全部音乐似乎就是这两件东西奏出来的。人们忘记了那位掌握它们和给与它们生命与灵魂的艺术家。人们把这位艺术家忘掉了，但是这位诗人记得他，写下了他的名字，也写下了他的感想：
“提琴和弓只会吹嘘自己的成就，这是多么傻啊!然而我们人常常干这种傻事——诗人、艺人、科学发明家、将军。我们表现出自高自大，而我们大家却不过是上帝所演奏的乐曲罢了。光荣应该属于他!我们没有什么东西可以值得骄傲。”
是的，诗人写下这样的话，作为寓言把它写下来的，并且把它题名为：艺术家和乐器。
“这是讲给你听的呀，太太!”当旁边没有别人的时候，笔这样对墨水壶说。“你没有听到他在高声朗诵我所写的东西么?”
“是的，这就是我交给你、让你写下的东西呀，”墨水壶说。“这正是对你自高自大的一种讽刺!别人挖苦你，你却不知道!我从心里向你射出一箭——当然我是知道我的恶意的!”
“你这个墨水罐子!”笔说。
“你这根笔杆子!”墨水壶也说。
它们各自都相信自己回击得很好，回击得漂亮。这种想法使得它们感到愉快——它们可以抱着这种愉快的心情去睡觉，而它们也就睡着了。不过那位诗人并没有睡去。他心里涌出许多思想，像提琴的调子，像滚动的珠子，像吹过森林的萧萧风声。他在这些思想中能够触觉到自己的心，能够看到永恒的造物主的一线光明。
光荣应该属于他!
①也是丹麦古城罗斯吉尔得的主教堂的钟上的两个人形。每到一点钟比尔·杜佛(Per Dver)就敲起来;每到一刻钟，吉斯丹·吉美尔(Kirsten Kimer)就敲起来。
②古时的笔是用鹅毛管做的。
笔和墨水壶英文版：
The Pen and the Inkstand
IN a poet’s room, where his inkstand stood on the table, the remark was once made, “It is wonderful what can be brought out of an inkstand. What will come next? It is indeed wonderful.”
“Yes, certainly,” said the inkstand to the pen, and to the other articles that stood on the table; “that’s what I always say. It is wonderful and extraordinary what a number of things come out of me. It’s quite incredible, and I really don’t know what is coming next when that man dips his pen into me. One drop out of me is enough for half a page of paper, and what cannot half a page contain? From me, all the works of a poet are produced; all those imaginary characters whom people fancy they have known or met. All the deep feeling, the humor, and the vivid pictures of nature. I myself don’t understand how it is, for I am not acquainted with nature, but it is certainly in me. From me have gone forth to the world those wonderful descriptions of troops of charming maidens, and of brave knights on prancing steeds; of the halt and the blind, and I know not what more, for I assure you I never think of these things.”
“There you are right,” said the pen, “for you don’t think at all; if you did, you would see that you can only provide the means. You give the fluid that I may place upon the paper what dwells in me, and what I wish to bring to light. It is the pen that writes: no man doubts that; and, indeed, most people understand as much about poetry as an old inkstand.”
“You have had very little experience,” replied the inkstand. “You have hardly been in service a week, and are already half worn out. Do you imagine you are a poet? You are only a servant, and before you came I had many like you, some of the goose family, and others of English manufacture. I know a quill pen as well as I know a steel one. I have had both sorts in my service, and I shall have many more when he comes—the man who performs the mechanical part—and writes down what he obtains from me. I should like to know what will be the next thing he gets out of me.”
“Inkpot!” exclaimed the pen contemptuously.
Late in the evening the poet came home. He had been to a concert, and had been quite enchanted with the admirable performance of a famous violin player whom he had heard there. The performer had produced from his instrument a richness of tone that sometimes sounded like tinkling waterdrops or rolling pearls; sometimes like the birds twittering in chorus, and then rising and swelling in sound like the wind through the fir-trees. The poet felt as if his own heart were weeping, but in tones of melody like the sound of a woman’s voice. It seemed not only the strings, but every part of the instrument from which these sounds were produced. It was a wonderful performance and a difficult piece, and yet the bow seemed to glide across the strings so easily that it was as if any one could do it who tried. Even the violin and the bow appeared to perform independently of their master who guided them; it was as if soul and spirit had been breathed into the instrument, so the audience forgot the performer in the beautiful sounds he produced. Not so the poet; he remembered him, and named him, and wrote down his thoughts on the subject. “How foolish it would be for the violin and the bow to boast of their performance, and yet we men often commit that folly. The poet, the artist, the man of science in his laboratory, the general,—we all do it; and yet we are only the instruments which the Almighty uses; to Him alone the honor is due. We have nothing of ourselves of which we should be proud.” Yes, this is what the poet wrote down. He wrote it in the form of a parable, and called it “The Master and the Instruments.”
“That is what you have got, madam,” said the pen to the inkstand, when the two were alone again. “Did you hear him read aloud what I had written down?”
“Yes, what I gave you to write,” retorted the inkstand. “That was a cut at you because of your conceit. To think that you could not understand that you were being quizzed. I gave you a cut from within me. Surely I must know my own satire.”
“Ink-pitcher!” cried the pen.
“Writing-stick!” retorted the inkstand. And each of them felt satisfied that he had given a good answer. It is pleasing to be convinced that you have settled a matter by your reply; it is something to make you sleep well, and they both slept well upon it. But the poet did not sleep. Thoughts rose up within him like the tones of the violin, falling like pearls, or rushing like the strong wind through the forest. He understood his own heart in these thoughts; they were as a ray from the mind of the Great Master of all minds.
“To Him be all the honor.”
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英语故事短文励志：快乐就是这么简单
Do you want to be happy? Of course you do, but according to new research, resting and relaxation are no way to go about it.
想要快乐吗?你当然想啦，不过最新研究显示，休息放松可不能让你快乐起来。
You're better off going to the theatre or exercising; even a visit to the library beats lounging around on the sofa.
你最好去剧院看场剧，或者去做运动，即使是去图书馆看书也比躺在沙发上无所事事要强。
Such were the findings of a joint study by the University of Sussex and the London School of Economics, which has come up with a list of 33 activities that make us happy.
这是苏塞克斯大学和伦敦经济学院共同研究的发现，从中还得出了一份清单，列出了33件可以让我们快乐的事。
One thing's for certain, texting and social media come at the bottom of the list, only increasing our happiness by a puny 0.45 per cent.
可以肯定的是，短信和社交媒体只能让我们的快乐感增加微不足道的0.45%，排在了列表的末尾。
But happiness doesn't have to come from other people. It can come from within - and connecting with the world around you.
但是快乐不一定是来自别人的，它还可以源于自身，与你周围的世界有着紧密的联系。
英语故事短文励志：园艺的快乐
A few years ago I went through a period of such severe depression that life didn't seem worth living. It was like permanent winter, so bleak and cold that the sun would never shine.
几年前，我曾有一段时间患了严重的抑郁症，生活于我几近无可眷恋。我感觉身处永久的严冬，连阳光也无法穿透刺骨的寒冷。
Then I saw snowdrops pushing through the freezing, iron-hard ground. I looked at them every day until I felt that if they could come back to life, then so could I.
后来我看到雪花莲从冰冷坚硬的泥土里钻出来了。我每天看着它们，心想，如果它们可以挺过这个寒冬，那我也可以。
Those green shoots gave me hope in a way that nothing else had.
唯独是这些绿色的嫩芽，用独特的方式给我带来了希望。
As spring came, I started to put in more and more plants, until the garden was ablaze with colour. Life was growing through my hands; gentle, peaceful, but, above all, optimistic. If I gave love, it was returned, a hundredfold.
春天来了，我开始不断地在花园里种各种花草，整个花园都充满了鲜艳的色彩。生命通过我的双手不断成长，迸发着柔和宁静、乐观向上的气息。我给它们的爱意，它们百倍地回报了我。
I could spend hours lost in gardening. The form of depressive illness I have is biological. It has affected generations of my family and follows no rhyme, reason nor circumstance. I can be depressed when the sun is shining or I am surrounded by a group of loving friends.
我陶醉在园艺中，不知不觉就会度过好几个小时。我患有的抑郁症是遗传性的，已经影响了我家里好几代人，无规律可循，原因不明，也不知道什么时候会发作。无论是阳光灿烂的时候，还是和一群好朋友在一起，我都有可能会郁郁寡欢。
Of course, fresh air and exercise help to alleviate depression, but for me gardening is more than that. It represents endurance as well as hope.
当然，呼吸新鲜空气和做运动能够减轻抑郁的症状，但对我来说，园艺不仅仅是一种治疗的手段。它代表着忍耐和希望。
At the end of the first garden I made stood a tree, huge and magnificent. It withstood freezing temperatures and gale-force winds. It bent but never broke.
在第一个花园的深处，我亲手种了一棵树，高大茂盛，经得住刺骨的严寒和凛冽的.暴风，即使被吹弯了也从来没有折断过。
The leaves dropped until it looked no more than a stark skeleton, but it always, always came back to life. And so I learned that we may be battled and bruised, but hope is a living thing.
每次落叶纷飞，最后只剩下光秃秃的树枝，它总是可以恢复生机。从中我懂得了一个道理：我们会经受考验，会跌倒受伤，但希望是不灭的。
英语故事短文励志：孤岛上的故事
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.
在一场船难中，唯一的生存者随着潮水，漂流到一座无人岛上。
He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him,
他天天激动地祈祷神救他能够早日离开此处，回到家乡。
and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
他还每天注视着海上有否可搭救他的人，但却是除了汪洋一片，什么也没有。
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.
后来，他决定用那片带他到小岛的木头造一个简陋的小木屋，以保护他在这险恶的环境中生存，并且保存他所有剩下的东西。
But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.
但有一天，在他捕完食物后，准备回小屋时，突然发现他的小屋竟然陷在熊熊烈火之中， 大火引起的浓烟不断向天上窜。
The worst had happened; everything was lost.
最悲惨的是：他所有的一切东西，在这一瞬间通通化为乌有了。
He was stunned with grief and anger. “God how could you do this to me!” he cried.
悲痛的他，气愤的对天呐喊着：神啊!你怎么可以这样对待我!顿时，眼泪从他的眼角中流出。
Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island.
第二天一早，他被一艘正靠近小岛的船只的鸣笛声所吵醒。
It had come to rescue him.
是的，有人来救他了。
“How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man of his rescuers. “We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.
到了船上时，他问那些船员说：「你怎么知道我在这里?」
It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad.
「因为我们看到了信号般的浓烟。」他们回答说。 人在碰到困难时，很容易会沮丧。
But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.
不过无论受到折磨或者痛苦，都不用因此失去信心，因为上帝一直在我们心里面做着奇妙的工作。
Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.
记住：当下一次你的小木屋着火时，那可能只是上帝美妙恩典的表征而已。
For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves,God has a positive answer for it.
在所有我们所认为负面的事情，上帝都是有正面答案的。
什么才是真正的礼物?
The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.- Eric Hoffer
世界上最难的算术题是如何清点我们的祝福。
According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet, he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher。
据传说，一个年轻的男子在漫游沙漠途中看到一泉如水晶般清澈而可口的水。水的味道非常甜美，于是他灌满了他的皮水壶，这样就可以带一些回去，送给曾经是他老师的部落长老。
After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart。
经过四天的旅程，他把水呈献给老人。老人深饮一口，和蔼地笑了笑，并深切感激学生赠予他甜美的水。年轻人怀着愉快的心情回到了村庄。
Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. He spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container。
后来，老师让他的另一个学生品尝水。学生吐了出来，说水太难喝了。它显然已经因为陈旧的皮革容器而变得不再新鲜。
The student challenged his teacher: "Master, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?"
学生质疑他的老师：“师父，水是臭的，你为什么要假装喜欢它?”
The teacher replied, "You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter."
老师回答说，“你只品尝了水的味道，我却是在品尝礼物的味道。水仅仅是装载善与爱之行为的容器，而没有什么东西比善与爱更甜美了。”
I think we understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love from young children. Whether it's a ceramic tray or a macaroni bracelet, the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness because we love the idea within the gift。
我认为当我们从天真的孩子们那里收到爱的礼物时，能够最透彻地明白这个道理。无论它是一个陶瓷托盘或通心粉手镯，我们自然而恰当的反应是欣赏，并表示感激，因为我们喜欢礼物所包含的心意。
Gratitude doesn't always come naturally. Unfortunately, most children and many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart。
感恩并不总是自然而来的。不幸的是，大多数儿童和成人只看重被赠予的东西本身，而不是它体现的情谊。我们应该提醒自己，并教导我们的孩子，感情和对感激之情的表达是美丽而纯洁的。毕竟，发自内心给与的礼物才是真正的礼物。
篇一：感恩信英语作文
敬爱的老师：
您好！
老师，您已经教我们语文一年多了，对我的教育，我终身难忘。我想对您说：老师，谢谢您！在去年里，当我做了不对的事情时，又是您及时对我进行了教育；当我遇到语文的题不会做的时候，您给了的帮助……我想对您说：“谢谢您，我的老师！
因为在你的课堂里，我们都感到很轻松和开心，没有丝毫的紧张和压抑感！以至每次放学了，我们都舍不得走！你真的是一个特优秀的好老师！老师您说过在课堂上，我们不仅仅是师生关系，更是朋友关系！能够成为你的学生，我感到非常荣幸！
老师您还叫我们用感情朗读课文、文章。以前，我们说话都是一个一个的吐出来的，您来的时候就让我们回家练吐字要快，现在我们和您的吐字都差不多了，而且还用感情朗读课文。您朗读的时候声调优美、感情动人，您的课就像磁铁一样充满了新引力。就连班上学习最不好的，也都在直着腰，津津有味的听着，我们同学都非常喜欢上您的语文课。
如果我们是美丽的花朵，您就是辛勤的园叮如果我们是一根根蜡烛，您就是一根根火柴，有了老师我们才可以茁壮的成长、大放光芒！老师，大家都说您培养着祖国的栋梁；我却要说，您就是祖国的栋梁。正是您，支撑起我们一代人的脊梁！啊，老师，您的精神，永记我心！您多像那默默无闻的树根，使小树茁壮成长，又使树枝上挂满丰硕的`果实，却并不要求任何报酬。我真情的说：”老师，谢谢您！“最后，祝崔老师身体健康、工作顺利、万事如意！
20xx年xx月xx日
Dear teachers,
Hello!
Teacher, you have taught our Chinese for more than one year, to my education, I will never forget. I want to say to you: teacher, thank you!
In the last year, when I did something wrong, you also made education to me in time. You gave me help when I could not do it in Chinese. I want to say to you, "thank you, my teacher!
Because in your class, we all feel very relaxed and happy, without any tension and depression! Even after school, we are reluctant to go! You are really a good teacher!
Teacher you said that in class, we are not only the teacher-student relationship, but also the friendship! I feel very honored to be your student!
You also asked us to read the text and articles with emotion. Previously, we speak is a a spit it out, when you come let us go home to practice enunciation, now we are about the same, and your diction and read the text aloud with feeling. When you read it, your voice is beautiful and emotional, and your class is as fresh as a magnet. Even the most poor students in the class are straight on the waist, with a good interest in listening, our classmates are very fond of your Chinese language class.
If we are beautiful flowers, you are the diligent garden ding if we are one root candle, you are one root match, have the teacher we can be strong growth, big shine! Teachers, everyone says you cultivate the backbone of the motherland; But I will say that you are the backbone of our country. It is you who support the backbone of our generation! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are like the tree roots of obscurity, which makes the trees grow and grow, and the branches are full of fruits, but do not require any reward.
I say the truth: "teacher, thank you! "
Finally, I wish miss cui good health, good work and good luck!
Advance!
Salute!
篇二：感恩信英语作文
亲爱的妈妈：
您好！
母亲节到了，我祝您节日快乐！首先我要感谢您对我的关心和爱护。有件事情一直感动着我，虽然这件事过了几年了，但是我还是记忆犹新。记得那年我只有三岁多，在外婆家玩，因为和哥哥做游戏，在厨房里跑得太快，一不小心手碰到了正在烧水的水壶，当时，因为是夏天，我只穿背心，手一下子被烫得红肿起来，我痛得哇哇大哭，吓得外婆马上给妈妈打电话。接到电话后，妈妈立刻放下手中的工作，急忙赶回来，妈妈看到我受伤的手，一边安慰我，一边抱起我到医院，武警消防支队烧伤科是治疗烫伤最好的医院，到了医院，医生给我的手臂上敷了一层厚厚的黑药膏，然后用纱布包好并叮嘱要天天来换药，而且伤口不能沾水。
回到了家里，妈妈给我洗澡的时候，一边把我的手抬起，一边帮我洗澡。看着妈妈那一滴一滴的汗水从脸上流下来，我心中感动着，经过妈妈多天精心的照顾我的手臂全好了，而且到现在也没有一点疤痕。这件事感动着我，是因为我有一个爱我的好妈妈。
此致
敬礼！
20xx年xx月xx日
Dear mom,
Hello!
Mother's day is here, I wish you a happy holiday!
First of all, I want to thank you for your care and care. Something has been moving me, though it's been a few years, but I still remember it.
Remember when I was only three years old, grandmother home to play, because play games with my brother, in the kitchen, ran too fast, accidentally hand met is boiling water kettle, at that time, because it is summer, I only wear vest, hands suddenly very hot flared up, I was crying, pain frighten her grandmother to mother on the phone right now. After receiving phone, mother immediately put down his work, quickly come home, mom saw my injured hand, comfort me, side picked up me to the hospital, the armed police fire detachment of acute is the best hospital treatment for burns, to the hospital, the doctor gave my arm apply a thick layer of black ointment, then wrapped in gauze and told to every day to change medicine, and the wound can't touch water.
Back at home, my mother gave me a bath while I lifted my hand and helped me bathe. Watching my mother's drop of sweat streaming down my face, I was moved by my mother's meticulous care of my arm, and there was no scar.It moved me because I had a good mother who loved me.
篇三：感恩信英语作文
亲爱的爸爸、妈妈：
你们好！
隨时间的流逝，我以从一个乘巧的宝贝，变成了一个大男孩，感谢你们十几年来对我的养育之恩。光阳似箭，日月如梭，你们黑密的秀髮变得斑白，你们清秀的面容变得憔悴。你们对我的爱是不能让我忘记的。当我受伤，你们和我一起悲伤；当我高兴，你们和我一起快乐；当我失败，你们和我一起走过感伤；当我成功，你们和我一起走过喜悦。
童年时代已经过去，青年时代已经到来，我也从一个和你亲密无间的宝贝，变成有些害羞的大男孩。我也曾试图对你们说声我爱你们，可又不好意思说，也只好用这种方式，在这里向你们说声“我爱你们”。小学那无忧无虑的生活已经过去，迎来的是作业繁多而紧张的初中生活，我人生的又一个转折点。
中考，是一个多么熟悉的考试，平常都是听他人提起，没想起我就將面临它。我想：它並不可怕，只要我努力学习，认真学习，多做练习题，它就会被我打败。爸妈啊，原谅儿子曾经的任性，原谅儿子曾经的不孝吧！现在我知道你的爱，了解了你的情。我会用我的成绩和分数来证明，证明我对你们的爱！人生路上总有坎坷，相信有你们的辅佐与帮助，我的人生会更加精彩。
此致
敬礼！
20xx年xx月xx日
Dear father and mother,
How do you do!
As time went by, I became a big boy from a lucky baby, and thanked you for your kindness to me for more than a decade.
The sun is like an arrow, the sun is shining, your black hair has become gray, your face is haggard. You can't let me forget my love.
When I am wounded, you grieve with me; When I am happy, you are happy with me; When I fail, you walk with me through the sentimental; When I succeed, you and I walk through joy together.
The childhood has passed, the youth has arrived, I also from a precious and you intimate, to some shy big boy. I have tried to say to you that I love you, but I am sorry to say that I have to say "I love you" to you in this way.
The carefree life of primary school has passed, it is the high school life that the homework is various and intense, my life is another turning point.
What a familiar exam, it is usually heard by others, and I will face it without thinking of it. I thought: it is not terrible, as long as I study hard, study hard, do more practice problems, it will be defeated by me.
Father and mother, forgive son once the wayward, forgive son once the unfilial piety! Now I know your love and know your love. I will use my grades and scores to prove my love for you!
Life is always a bumpy road, I believe that with your help and help, my life will be more exciting.
