我讨厌蜜蜂

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  A little boy was playing outside and was stung by a bee.He went into his house crying and said to his mother, “I hate bees! I wish God had never made them.” The mother eased his pain, then sat him down at the table and gave him some toast1 and honey.
   The little boy said, “This is great!”
   “You really do like honey, don’t you?” the mother responded.
   “Like it?” the little boy replied, “I love it!”
   The mother then said, “The same bee that stings also produces the honey you are enjoying right now. ”
   Her son thought for a minute and said, “I never realized there was a good side to that bee!”
   We can view a bee as an enemy that stings or as a friend that produces honey.And that’s the way it is with everything in life.We can choose to look at the plus side in every situation, or we can choose to look at the minus2 side.The difference will be one of living a life of depression3 or a life of rejoicing.
  


  一个小男孩在外面玩耍时,被一只小蜜蜂蜇了一下。他回到家里哭着对妈妈说:“我恨死蜜蜂了!我希望上帝从来就没有创造过它们。”妈妈抚慰着儿子的痛处,并让他在桌边坐下来,递给他一些面包和蜂蜜。
   小男孩说道:“太好吃了!”
   “你确实很喜欢蜂蜜,不是吗?”妈妈问道。
   “喜欢?”小男孩回答说,“我太爱它了!”
   妈妈接着说道:“就是这只蜜蜂,它蜇了你,又酿下了你现在正享用的蜂蜜。”
   儿子考虑了一会儿,说道:“我从来就没有意识到蜜蜂还有这么好的一面。”
   我们可以把蜜蜂看作是蜇人的敌人,也可以把它看作是生产甜美蜂蜜的朋友。这正是我们对待人生中任何事情的方式。我们可以选择,在任何情况下,是关注它积极的一面,还是关注它消极的一面。不同的选择,将导致两种截然不同的生活,要么厌烦沮丧,要么感激欣喜。
  尹玉生 摘译自 Teenagers
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