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故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總一

“瞧你多可憐呀，何苦要受那血雨腥風(fēng)挨餓受凍的罪呢?”鵝跟鷹打著招呼：“你看我日子過得多舒心，餓了有主人備飲食，困了鵝籠是安樂窩。快下來同我一起生活吧!主人會(huì)善待你的，”

“你就好好享受吧，我可不稀罕，”鷹不為所動(dòng)，它望著藍(lán)天深情地說：“我有抱負(fù)追求，我要努力奮斗實(shí)現(xiàn)心中的理想?！?/p>

“別犯傻了，追求什么抱負(fù)、理想，”鵝不以為然，它拍扇著翅膀揶揄鷹：“你也一飛沖天聞名了、也讓人吹捧為英雄了，但有用嗎?還不是時(shí)時(shí)受煎熬;我雖從沒想過出名，日子卻過得比你滋潤得多。”

“再滋潤也是在囚籠中受約束，這種生活有樂趣嗎?”鷹高昂著頭冷冷地反駁：“我可以在高空中任意翱翔，你卻無法享受到這種自由，這是多么可悲的呀!”

“自由，哈哈，自由有什么用呢?”鵝再一次嘲笑鷹，同時(shí)挺得意地自我炫耀著：“你縱然再自由，惡劣的生活環(huán)境決定只有三十年壽命;我盡管受羈束，但養(yǎng)尊處優(yōu)能活夠八十歲——-這是科學(xué)家研究的定論!難道說我這八十年的壽期還沒有你那三十年的短命有價(jià)值?”

“可憐的蠢才你聽著，生命的價(jià)值不以年限的長短來衡量，”鷹嚴(yán)肅地回答鵝：“英雄的生命有時(shí)短暫，但它浩氣長存;平庸者也可能長壽，死后徒余一抔黃土。我即使時(shí)時(shí)挨餓受凍，也不愿過你那可憐的寄生生活;我寧可自由生活度過短暫的一生，也不愿意象你這樣在鵝籠中渾渾噩噩地混過八十年漫長歲月!”

鷹再也不愿和鵝多費(fèi)口舌，它舒展雙翅搏擊長空自由地翱翔在藍(lán)天;籠中的鵝伸長脖子瞪著一雙小眼睛呆望著遠(yuǎn)去的鷹陷入了深思。

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故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總二

古時(shí)候，楚國有一個(gè)人，在他坐船過江的時(shí)候，一不細(xì)心，把身上掛的一把寶劍掉進(jìn)江里去了。那個(gè)人不慌不忙地從衣袋里取出一把小刀，在船舷上落下寶劍的地方刻了一個(gè)記號(hào)。嘴里自言自語囑咐自我：“別忘記了，我的寶劍是從這兒掉下去的?！?/p>

同船人見他不著急的樣貌都很納悶，就問他：“為什么不趕快下水撈寶劍你在船舷上刻個(gè)記號(hào)有什么用呀”

“著什么急，我的寶劍是從這個(gè)地方掉下去的，一等船靠岸了，我就要從這個(gè)刻有記號(hào)的地方跳下水去，把寶劍找回來?！?/p>

過了一會(huì)兒，船到了目的地，停下來靠了碼頭，這個(gè)人便從船上刻的記號(hào)處，跳下水去撈寶劍，可是，摸了好長時(shí)間也沒有找到。

同船人看到他這樣尋找寶劍都感到很可笑，有一個(gè)人說：“寶劍掉江里以后，船還是在行走的，而寶劍沉在水底下是不會(huì)跟著走的。事實(shí)上，此刻船離開丟劍的地方已經(jīng)很遠(yuǎn)了，再按船舷上刻記號(hào)處去找它怎樣能找到呢”

大家都議論說：“這個(gè)人連一個(gè)很普通的道理也不懂得呢。”

之后人們根據(jù)這個(gè)故事引申出“刻舟求劍”這句成語，比喻人們做事情要從客觀實(shí)際出發(fā)，注意事物的發(fā)展變化，來處理事情。

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故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總?cè)?/h3>

一只火雞和一頭公牛在聊天。

“我非常想到那棵樹頂上去，”火雞嘆口氣道，“但是我沒有那份力氣。

”“這樣啊，那你為什么不吃點(diǎn)我的糞便呢?”公牛答道，“那里面充滿了營養(yǎng)。

”火雞吃了一團(tuán)牛糞，發(fā)現(xiàn)它真的使自己有力氣到達(dá)樹的第一個(gè)分叉處。

第二天，在吃了更多的牛糞以后，火雞到達(dá)了樹的第二個(gè)分叉處。

最終，兩星期后，火雞非常驕傲地站在了樹的頂端。

但不幸的是，沒多久，它就被一個(gè)農(nóng)夫盯上了，并且農(nóng)夫非常利索地就將火雞射了下來。

這個(gè)故事的寓意是……牛糞(狗屎運(yùn))也許能使你抵達(dá)頂峰，但它不能使你永遠(yuǎn)呆在那兒。

故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總四

推薦理由：

我們每個(gè)人都有過那樣的時(shí)代，開始想要拒絕父母，想要成為自己，只是在那個(gè)年齡我們不曾意識(shí)到，無論怎樣我們都是父母眼里永遠(yuǎn)的孩子，需要疼愛需要呵護(hù)。

一個(gè)不美滿的結(jié)局，一個(gè)永不可能實(shí)現(xiàn)的心愿，一個(gè)父親偉大的心，一個(gè)兒子深切的懺悔。

很感人，很動(dòng)人，幾乎讓人流淚。

the board meeting had come to an end. bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "how embarrassing. i am getting so clumsy in my old age."

the board meeting had come to an end. bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "how embarrassing. i am getting so clumsy in my old age."

everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. it came around to frank who sat quietly listening to the others. someone said, "come on, frank. tell us your most embarrassing moment."

frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "i grew up in san pedro. my dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. he had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. he worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. not just enough for our family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home."

frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "i grew up in san pedro. my dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. he had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. he worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. not just enough for our family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home."

he looked at us and said, "i wish you could have met my dad. he was a big man, and he was >

推薦理由：

類似的故事看過不少，可是仍然沒有辦法不揪心。眼睜睜地看著四歲的兒子消失在眼前，對(duì)于一個(gè)父親來說，最痛苦的事莫過于此?？墒钦l能給他不犧牲的理由？

短小精悍，也很容易懂。

there was once a bridge which spanned a large river. during most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides of the bridge. but at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.

a switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. one evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. he stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. he turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. if the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. this would be a passenger train with many people aboard. he left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. he would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. he could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. he kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. many lives depended on this man‘s strength.

then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "daddy, where are you?" his four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. his first impulse was to cry out to the child, "run! run!" but the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. the man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. but he realized that he could not get back to the lever. either the people on the train or his little son must die. he took a moment to make his decision.

the train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. they did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.

now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man‘s heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our father in heaven when he sacrificed his son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. can there be any wonder that he caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when his son died? how does he feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done for us thru jesus christ?

推薦理由：

生活就是一面鏡子，你對(duì)它微笑，它也對(duì)你微笑；你對(duì)它哭泣，它也對(duì)你哭泣。

可能有些老套。但是這是英文版的。

long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the house of 1000 mirrors. a small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. when he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. he looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. to his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. he smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. as he left the house, he thought to himself, "this is a wonderful place. i will come back and visit it often." in this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. he slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. when he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. as he left, he thought to himself, "that is a horrible place, and i will never go back there again."

all the faces in the world are mirrors. what kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

as told by chris p. cash

推薦理由：

這篇故事里，一個(gè)父親，不僅原諒了殺害兒子的兇手，而且希望能收兇手為養(yǎng)子，讓他做自己的繼承人。

再不可思議的事情，也有它的理由。

如果連這都可以原諒，那么這世間再?zèng)]有任何事讓你記恨。

讓更多人來感受一顆博大寬容的心吧。

a letter written to a man on death row by the father of the man whom the man on death row had killed:

you are probably surprised that i, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but i ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. as the father of the man whom you took part in murdering, i have something very important to say to you.

i forgive you. with all my heart, i forgive you. i realize it may be hard for you to believe, but i really do. at your trial, when you confessed to your part in the events that cost my son his life and asked for my forgiveness, i immediately granted you that forgiving love from my heart. i can only hope you believe me and will accept my forgiveness.

but this is not all i have to say to you. i want to make you an offer -- i want you to become my adopted child. you see, my son who died was my only child, and i now want to share my life with you and leave my riches to you. this may not make sense to you or anyone else, but i believe you are worth the offer. i have arranged matters so that if you will receive my offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but you also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death will be dismissed. at that point, you will become my adopted child and heir to all my riches.

i realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you -- you might be tempted to reject my offer completely -- but i make it to you without reservation.

also, i realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer to one who cost my son his life, but i now have a great love and an unchangeable forgiveness in my heart for you.

finally, you may be concerned that once you accept my offer you may do something to cause you to be denied your rights as an heir to my wealth. nothing could be further from the truth. if i can forgive you for your part in my son‘s death, i can forgive you for anything. i know you never will be perfect, but you do not have to be perfect to receive my offer. besides, i believe that once you have accepted my offer and begin to experience the riches that will come to you from me, that your primary (though not always) response will be gratitude and loyalty.

some would call me foolish for my offer to you, but i wish for you to call me your father.

sincerely,

the father of jesus

bob richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart.

practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. but being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. at all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.

this teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. he never missed a game. this young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. but his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn‘t want to.

but the young man loved football and decided to hang in there he was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he‘d get to play when he became a senior. all through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. his faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. when the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did.

the coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

the news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. his father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. this persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.

it was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. the young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "my father died this morning. is it all right if i miss practice today?" the coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "take the rest of the week off, son. and don‘t even plan to come back to the game on saturday."

saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. in the third quarter,when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. as he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "coach, please let me play. i‘ve just got to play today," said the young man. the coach pretended not to hear him. there was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. but the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "all right," he said."you can go in." before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. this little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. the opposing team could not stop him. he ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. his team began to triumph. the score was soon tied. in the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. the fans broke loose. his teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. such cheering you never heard.

finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone the coach came to him and said, " kid, i can‘t believe it. you were fantastic! tell me what got into you? how did you do it?"

he looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" the young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and i wanted to show him i could do it!"

like the athlete‘s father, god is always there cheering for us. he‘s always reminding us to go on. he‘s even offering us his hand for he knows what is best, and is willing to give us what we need and not simply what we want. god has never missed a single game. what a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the highest. live for him for he‘s watching us in the game of life!

推薦理由：

生活中不是缺少美，而是缺少發(fā)現(xiàn)美的眼睛；生活中不是缺少快樂，而是缺少感受快樂的心。

如果雙目失明，我們是不是一定不快樂？如果健健康康，我們是不是一定快樂？

它再一次告訴我們，快樂在心。

the park bench was deserted as i sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.

and if that weren‘t enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. he stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "look what i found!"

in his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, i faked a small smile and then shifted away.

but instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "it sure smells pretty and it‘s beautiful, too. that‘s why i picked it; here, it‘s for you."

the weed before me was dying or dead. not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. but i knew i must take it, or he might never leave. so i reached for the flower, and replied, "just what i need."

but instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. it was then that i noticed for the very first time, that weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

i heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun. as i thanked him for picking the very best one. "you‘re welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he‘d had on my day.

i sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. how did he know of my self-indulged plight? perhaps from his heart, he‘d been blessed with true sight.

through the eyes of a blind child, at last i could see, the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. and for all of those times i myself had been blind, i vowed to see beauty, and appreciate every second that‘s mine.

and then i held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose and smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

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推薦理由：

總有一天，算計(jì)別人的時(shí)候，會(huì)算到自己的頭上。

故事有些小小的幽默，并且意味深長。

a great and wise man once called one of his workmen to him saying, "go into the far country and build for me a house. the decisions of planning and of actual construction will be yours, but remember, i shall come to accept your work for a very special friend of mine."

and so the workman departed with a light heart for his field of labor. material of all kinds was plentiful here, but the workman had a mind of his own. "surely," he thought, "i know my business. i can use a bit of inferior materials here and cheat on my workmanship a little there, and still make the finished work look good. only i will know that what i have built has weaknesses."

and so, at last the work was completed and the workman reported back to the great and wise man. "very good," he said. "now remember that i wanted you to use only the finest materials and craftsmanship in this house because i wanted to make present of it——my friend, you are the one i had you build it for. it is all yours."

how much like man. he comes to earth a stranger. he has his free agency. he may build as he likes. but on the morning of his resurrection he will receive what he has built for an eternal home and habitation.

推薦理由：

永遠(yuǎn)積極面對(duì)人生，真的那么容易嗎?每一天,你都可以選擇開心或是不開心；但是有一天，你必須去選擇，是生，還是死，你發(fā)現(xiàn)只要你選擇生存，你就一定可以。態(tài)度就是一切。

禁不住想為主人公jerry喝彩。

這是一篇很容易懂的文章，越到后面一切越出人意料。極力推薦。

attitude is everything

by francie baltazar-schwartz

jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. he was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. when someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "if i were any better, i would be twins!"

he was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. the reason the waiters followed jerry was because of his attitude. he was a natural motivator. if an employee was having a bad day, jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

seeing this really made me curious, so one day i went up to jerry and asked him, "i don‘t get it! you can‘t be a positive person all of the time. how do you do it?" jerry replied, "each morning i wake up and say to myself, jerry, you have two choices today. you can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.‘ i choose to be in a good mood. each time something bad happens, i can choose to be a victim or i can choose to learn from it. i choose to learn from it. every time someone comes to me complaining, i can choose to accept their complaining or i can point out the positive side of life. i choose the positive side of life."

"yeah, right, it‘s not that easy," i protested.

"yes it is," jerry said. "life is all about choices. when you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. you choose how you react to situations. you choose how people will affect your mood. you choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. the bottom line: it‘s your choice how you live life."

i reflected on what jerry said. soon thereafter, i left the restaurant industry to start my own business. we lost touch, but often thought about him when i made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

several years later, i heard that jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. while trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. the robbers panicked and shot him. luckily, jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. after 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

i saw jerry about six months after the accident. when i asked him how he was, he replied, "if i were any better, i‘d be twins. wanna see my scars?"

i declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "the first thing that went through my mind was that i should have locked the back door," jerry replied. "then, as i lay on the floor, i remembered that i had two choices: i could choose to live, or i could choose to die. i chose to live.

"weren‘t you scared? did you lose consciousness?" i asked. jerry continued, "the paramedics were great. they kept telling me i was going to be fine. but when they wheeled me into the emergency room and i saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, i got really scared. in their eyes, i read, ‘he‘s a dead man. " i knew i needed to take action."

"what did you do?" i asked.

"well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said jerry. "she asked if i was allergic to anything. ‘yes,‘ i replied. the doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.. i took a deep breath and yelled, ‘bullets!‘ over their laughter, i told them, ‘i am choosing to live. operate on me as if i am alive, not dead."

jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. i learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. attitude, after all, is everything.

推薦理由：

從這篇文章里面，我至少感受到兩點(diǎn)：第一，人的潛力是無窮的，很多時(shí)候你認(rèn)為自己做不到的事情，其實(shí)可以。就像一些看似根深蒂固的習(xí)慣，其實(shí)可以改變。第二，正如文中所說，言語的傷害有時(shí)候比身體的傷害更嚴(yán)重，這個(gè)道理誰都懂，但是文中所用的比喻真的太絕妙。

the fence

there was a little boy with a bad temper. his father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. the first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. then it gradually dwindled down. he discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. finally the day came when the boy didn‘t lose his temper at all. he told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. the days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. he said, "you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. the fence will never be the same. when you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. you can put a knife in a man and draw it out. it won‘t matter how many times you say i‘m sorry, the wound is still there. a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. they make you smile and encourage you to succeed. they lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

推薦理由:

在每一個(gè)愛你的人眼里，你都是最美麗的，連缺點(diǎn)都是美麗的。

所以我們每個(gè)人都可以自信滿滿，有理由有資本去自信，只要擁有了愛。

a grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.

the children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.

"you‘ve got so many freckles, there‘s no place to paint!" a boy in the line cried.

embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. her grandmother knelt down next to her. "i love your freckles," she said.

"not me," the girl replied.

"well, when i was a little girl i always wanted freckles" she said, tracing her finger across the child‘s cheek. "freckles are beautiful!"

the girl looked up. "really?" "of course," said the grandmother. "why, just name me one thing that‘s prettier than freckles."

the little girl peered into the old woman‘s smiling face. "wrinkles," she answered softly.

contributed by father pat

故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總五

i want be free

good afternoon,,my topic is “i want to be free.”it’s a story about a wolf and a dog.

a wolf was almost dead with hunger.a house-dog saw him,and asked,”friend,it’s bad for you.”

“why don’t you work steadily as i do,and get your food regularly?” “i would have no objection.”said the wolf,”if i could only get a place.” “i will help you.”said the dog.”come with me to my master,and you shall share me work ”

so the wolf and the dog went to the town together.

on the way ,the wolf saw that there was no hair around the dog’neck. he felt quite surprised,and asked him why it was like that? “oh,it is nothing.”said the dog.”every night my master puts a collar around my neck and chains me will soon get used to it.”

“is that the only reason.”said the wolf.”then good bye to you,my friend.i would like to be free.”

do you like to be free? you for listening.

我要自由

下午好。今天，我的話題是“我要自由”。這是一個(gè)關(guān)于一只狗和一只狼的故事。

一只狼快要餓死了，一只狗看見后問他，“這對(duì)你是不好的，為什么不像我一樣穩(wěn)定地干活并有規(guī)律地獲得食物呢?”

狼說：“如果我有個(gè)地方住，我沒有意見。”狗回答說：“跟我到主人那里去，我們一起工作?！庇谑抢呛凸芬黄鸹氐酱遄?。

在路上，狼注意到狗的脖子上有一圈沒有毛，他很奇怪地問為什么會(huì)那樣。

“噢，沒有什么?！惫氛f，“我的主人每天晚上都用一條鐵鏈子拴住我，你很快就會(huì)習(xí)慣的?！薄熬褪且?yàn)檫@個(gè)原因嗎?”狼說道，“那么，再見了，我的朋友，我寧愿選擇自由。” 你想要自由嗎?謝謝大家。

故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總六

早晨，羚羊爸爸帶著小羚羊在草原上練習(xí)奔跑。飛奔了兩大圈后，他們?cè)谛∠呁Ｏ聛硇菹ⅰ?/p>

小羚羊問爸爸：“我每天堅(jiān)持刻苦練習(xí)奔跑，半年后能比獵豹跑得更快嗎？”

羚羊爸爸搖搖頭，說：“不能。因?yàn)楂C豹也每天在堅(jiān)持刻苦練習(xí)奔跑?！?/p>

小羚羊又問：“如果我每天練習(xí)奔跑的時(shí)間比獵豹的時(shí)間更長，1年后能比他跑得更快嗎？”

羚羊爸爸說：“不能。因?yàn)楂C豹的身體條件好，四肢有力，更加適合快速奔跑。”

小羚羊想了想，問：“我反正跑不過獵豹，那不是早晚會(huì)被他捕食，刻苦練習(xí)奔跑還有什么意義呢？”

羚羊爸爸認(rèn)真地說：“在一大群奔跑的羚羊中，跑在最后面的就會(huì)被獵豹捕食。讓你認(rèn)真刻苦練習(xí)奔跑，就是希望你比別的羚羊跑得更快，永遠(yuǎn)不要成為跑在最后面的可悲的落伍羚羊?！?/p>

小羚羊恍然大悟。

超越自己就叫進(jìn)步。

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故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總七

每個(gè)人都會(huì)有成長中的故事，并且各不相同。下頭是我的故事。

我在媽媽的關(guān)愛下一天天長大，每次放學(xué)我必須讓媽媽接?？墒沁@學(xué)期開學(xué)初的一天，媽媽說：“你已經(jīng)快十歲了，該學(xué)會(huì)自我回家了。今日我不接你，你自我坐公交車回家吧。”我搖搖頭說：“這樣行嗎”媽媽卻笑了笑說：“好孩子，我相信你的本事！”我只好無奈地同意了。

放學(xué)了，我把學(xué)生卡拿了出來掛在脖子上，然后大步流星地向校門口走去。只見校門口“人山人海”的，許多家長把那里團(tuán)團(tuán)圍住了?！鞍パ?！這些家長怎樣都圍在這兒呀！”我一邊自言自語道，一邊硬著頭皮向前走。在路上不是被某個(gè)家長踩到腳，就是被某個(gè)大同學(xué)撞一個(gè)“跟頭”。

我跌跌撞撞地最終走到了車站，開始等車。可左等也不來右等也不來，急得我團(tuán)團(tuán)轉(zhuǎn)。足足過了十分鐘，車還沒來，我真是有些不耐煩了，真想用電話卡給媽媽打個(gè)電話讓她來接我算了，可是轉(zhuǎn)念一想媽媽正滿懷期望地等著我呢，我可不能不守信用呀！又過了好一會(huì)兒，車最之后了，我這才松了口氣。

上了車，我刷了卡后，隨著人流來到了車廂中部。這時(shí)車開動(dòng)了，幸好我手疾眼快，一把抓住了一個(gè)把手，這才沒摔倒。一路上，我都生怕坐過站，所以一向豎著耳朵聽廣播報(bào)站名。過了一會(huì)兒我突然聽到“知春路到了。”我趕緊擠到前門，刷過卡后下了車。

下車后，我站在那兒，清醒了一下腦子，辨清方向開始往家走。

此時(shí)，回家的路已經(jīng)走了一多半。我走過輔路，來到一段大道。不知走了多長時(shí)間，在我面前呈現(xiàn)出一條大馬路，對(duì)面的指示燈是紅燈，我只好停下腳步等待變燈。指示燈變成綠燈后，我趕緊走過馬路。又走過一條小路我最終到家了！

這次“闖關(guān)”總算安全地結(jié)束了。此時(shí)我感覺長大了許多，媽媽也高興地說我長大了！我感受到了成長的喜悅。這樣的“闖關(guān)”，我又經(jīng)歷過很多次，每次我都體會(huì)了成功的歡樂。這就是我成長中的一個(gè)故事。

故事會(huì)邀請(qǐng)函范文匯總八

狐貍用奉承的辦法騙取了烏鴉口中的肉，令烏鴉十分惱火，其實(shí)故事并沒有結(jié)束。烏鴉上當(dāng)以后，它發(fā)誓，一定要汲取教訓(xùn)，以后不要再被狐貍騙了。

這天，烏鴉站在樹上又叼著一塊肉，準(zhǔn)備美餐一頓。這時(shí)，狐貍悄然出現(xiàn)在樹下。烏鴉心想：甭想打我的壞主意，有了上次的教訓(xùn)，我才不聽你的奉承呢，你就是把我吹噓成神仙也沒有用。

正當(dāng)烏鴉心里盤算著如何防備狐貍吹捧的時(shí)候，忽然聽到狐貍說話了。狐貍說：（）“烏鴉你這個(gè)大傻瓜、大笨蛋、大白癡，你還記得上次你上了我的當(dāng)，把美味白白地送給我的事嗎？從這件事可以看出，你們?yōu)貘f是天下最沒有用的動(dòng)物，你們有何顏面活在世上，不如死了算了?！?/p>

聽了狐貍這番話，烏鴉氣得直哆嗦。它氣憤地說：“你們狐貍壞事做盡，沒有資格指責(zé)我們?yōu)貘f。你們這些壞了心腸的家伙，早晚會(huì)得到報(bào)應(yīng)的?！睘貘f還想繼續(xù)往下說，可它忽然發(fā)現(xiàn)，自己的口中肉又落人了狐貍口中。狐貍露出了得意的笑容。

又上當(dāng)了，烏鴉十分懊惱。它告誡自己，不但要有抵御奉承的能力，還要有抵御謾罵的能力。于是，烏鴉經(jīng)常練習(xí)對(duì)付奉承和謾罵的本領(lǐng)。經(jīng)過反復(fù)練習(xí)，烏鴉面對(duì)任何奉承和謾罵，都能做到泰然處之了。

日子一天天過去。這一天，樹上的烏鴉又獲得了一塊肉。忽然，它發(fā)現(xiàn)狐貍正待在樹下，立馬提高了警惕，它告誡自己，不論狐貍說什么，自己堅(jiān)決不開口，看它有什么辦法。于是，它叼著肉靜靜地等待狐貍出招。

可是，烏鴉等了好久也沒有聽到狐貍說話。烏鴉心想是不是狐貍沒有發(fā)現(xiàn)自己。必須讓狐貍知道我叼著一塊肉，讓它表演一下花招，出一次丑。于是，它對(duì)狐貍說：“你有什么花招，趕快使出來吧?！睕]待它說完，猛然發(fā)現(xiàn)口中的肉又掉了下去。

天哪，又中計(jì)了。烏鴉捶胸頓足，但于事無補(bǔ)了。

烏鴉對(duì)自己失望極了。于是，它找到了大象求教。大象說：“你屢屢被騙，是因?yàn)槟阕约河腥觞c(diǎn)，狐貍緊緊地抓住了你的弱點(diǎn)，于是便可隨心所欲地騙取你口中的肉。無論狐貍用什么辦法，都會(huì)贏你。其實(shí)，你真正的對(duì)手是自己，而不是狐貍。只要你戰(zhàn)勝了自己，克服了弱點(diǎn)，狐貍也就無計(jì)可施了。”