It’s not that unusual When everything is beautiful. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
The sky knows when its time to snow, Don’t need to teach a seed to grow. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Life is like a gift they say Wrapped up for you everyday; Open up and find a way To give some of your own.
Isn’t it remarkable? Like every time a rain drop falls, It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Birds in winter have their fling But always make it home by spring. It’s just another ordinary miracle today. /> When you wake up everyday Please don’t throw your dreams away; Hold them close to your heart Cause we’re all a part Of the ordinary miracle. Ordinary miracle
Do you want to see a miracle? ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh ohh...
It seems so exceptional That things just work out after all. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Sun comes up and shines so bright And disappears again at night. It’s just another ordinary miracle today. ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohhh ohh... It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
阿小名 發表評論於
哦這首歌也是EvaLuna在YYKD貼過的，真高興你也喜歡！
水雲間~ 發表評論於
很親切很溫馨!配的這首歌真好聽,好喜歡~~~下載收藏了!
阿小名 發表評論於
用上了用上了！不停電咱還不會關燈點蠟燭麽是吧？
孤草 發表評論於
怎麽把題目改了？
你後來蠟燭用到了嗎？
阿小名 發表評論於
誰說不是呢！昨天晚上看新聞，說是我們家附近的橋上風速80+ miles per hour，一輛大貨櫃給刮翻了，我正想著今天上橋去瞅瞅呢。不過這會兒又下上了，我們院兒裏的樹枝也刮斷了幾根，電停到我們這一帶了，不知道會不會很快輪到我家，我這就買蠟燭去。
今天晚上看來要過得老浪漫了，看來應該順手買兩瓶好酒回來。
graceusa 發表評論於
我本期待今天也是暴風雨，它怎麽就停了呢？
太陽冒出來了，特失望。
阿小名 發表評論於
好險啊！剛剛發現我把噴嚏寫成了噴涕，還好沒有被明小亮和三小豐發現，趕緊改過來。。。
哪小吒，能幸災樂禍也是福氣啊！不，不對，用孤小草等人的說法，是更高階段，嗬嗬。
阿小名 發表評論於
意思一樣個屁呀（本說法請米小粥等未成年同學慎用）！我要的是另外一篇，你自己轉過的，怎麽會找不到？！
三豐子 發表評論於
意思一樣，湊合著看吧
Does Fatherhood Make You Happy?
Time Magazine, June 19, 2006
Sonora Smart Dodd was listening to a sermon on self-sacrifice when she decided that her father, a widower who had raised six children, deserved his very own national holiday. Almost a century later, people all over the world spend the third Sunday in June honoring their fathers with ritual offerings of aftershave and neckties, which leads millions of fathers to have precisely the same thought at precisely the same moment: “My children,” they think in unison, “make me happy.”
Could all those dads be wrong?
Studies reveal that most married couples start out happy and then become progressively less satisfied over the course of their lives, becoming especially disconsolate when their children are in diapers and in adolescence, and returning to their initial levels of happiness only after their children have had the decency to grow up and go away. When the popular press invented a malady called “empty-nest syndrome,” it failed to mention that its primary symptom is a marked increase in smiling.
Psychologists have measured how people feel as they go about their daily activities, and have found that people are less happy when they are interacting with their children than when they are eating, exercising, shopping or watching television. Indeed, an act of parenting makes most people about as happy as an act of housework. Economists have modeled the impact of many variables on people’s overall happiness and have consistently found that children have only a small impact. A small negative impact.
Those findings are hard to swallow because they fly in the face of our most compelling intuitions. We love our children! We talk about them to anyone who will listen, show their photographs to anyone who will look and hide our refrigerators behind vast collages of their drawings, notes, pictures and report cards. We feel confident that we are happy with our kids, about our kids, for our kids and because of our kids—so why is our personal experience at odds with the scientific data?
Three reasons.
First, when something makes us happy we are willing to pay a lot for it, which is why the worst Belgian chocolate is more expensive than the best Belgian tofu. But that process can work in reverse: when we pay a lot for something, we assume it makes us happy, which is why we swear to the wonders of bottled water and Armani socks. The compulsion to care for our children was long ago written into our DNA, so we toil and sweat, lose sleep and hair, play nurse, housekeeper, chauffeur and cook, and we do all that because nature just won’t have it any other way. Given the high price we pay, it isn’t surprising that we rationalize those costs and conclude that our children must be repaying us with happiness.
Second, if the Red Sox and the Yankees were scoreless until Manny Ramirez hit a grand slam in the bottom of the ninth, you can be sure that Boston fans would remember it as the best game of the season. Memories are dominated by their most powerful—and not their most typical—instances. Just as a glorious game-winning homer can erase our memory of 8 1/2 dull innings, the sublime moment when our 3-year-old looks up from the mess she is making with her mashed potatoes and says, “I wub you, Daddy,” can erase eight hours of no, not yet, not now and stop asking. Children may not make us happy very often, but when they do, that happiness is both transcendent and amnesic.
Third, although most of us think of heroin as a source of human misery, shooting heroin doesn’t actually make people feel miserable. It makes them feel really, really good—so good, in fact, that it crowds out every other source of pleasure. Family, friends, work, play, food, sex—none can compete with the narcotic experience; hence all fall by the wayside. The analogy to children is all too clear. Even if their company were an unremitting pleasure, the fact that they require so much company means that other sources of pleasure will all but disappear. Movies, theater, parties, travel—those are just a few of the English nouns that parents of young children quickly forget how to pronounce. We believe our children are our greatest joy, and we’re absolutely right. When you have one joy, it’s bound to be the greatest.
Our children give us many things, but an increase in our average daily happiness is probably not among them. Rather than deny that fact, we should celebrate it. Our ability to love beyond all measure those who try our patience and weary our bones is at once our most noble and most human quality. The fact that children don’t always make us happy—and that we’re happy to have them nonetheless—is the fact for which Sonora Smart Dodd was so grateful. She thought we would all do well to remember it, every third Sunday in June.
It’s not that unusual When everything is beautiful. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
The sky knows when its time to snow, Don’t need to teach a seed to grow. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Life is like a gift they say Wrapped up for you everyday; Open up and find a way To give some of your own.
Isn’t it remarkable? Like every time a rain drop falls, It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Birds in winter have their fling But always make it home by spring. It’s just another ordinary miracle today. /> When you wake up everyday Please don’t throw your dreams away; Hold them close to your heart Cause we’re all a part Of the ordinary miracle. Ordinary miracle
Do you want to see a miracle? ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh ohh...
It seems so exceptional That things just work out after all. It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Sun comes up and shines so bright And disappears again at night. It’s just another ordinary miracle today. ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohhh ohh... It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
