第1个回答 2007-12-28
One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget.
As he stood in front of the group of overachievers he said, "OK, time for a quiz." He pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouth jar and set it on the table in front of him. He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?"
Everyone in the class yelled, "Yes." The time management expert replied, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some gravel in and shook the jar, causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks. He then asked the group once more, "Is this jar full?"
By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one of them answered. "Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?"
"No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?" One eager student raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!"
"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is if you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all. What are the 'big rocks' in your life? Time with your loved ones, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these big rocks in first or you'll never get them in at all."本回答被提问者采纳
As he stood in front of the group of overachievers he said, "OK, time for a quiz." He pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouth jar and set it on the table in front of him. He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?"
Everyone in the class yelled, "Yes." The time management expert replied, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some gravel in and shook the jar, causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks. He then asked the group once more, "Is this jar full?"
By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one of them answered. "Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?"
"No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?" One eager student raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!"
"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is if you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all. What are the 'big rocks' in your life? Time with your loved ones, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these big rocks in first or you'll never get them in at all."本回答被提问者采纳
第2个回答 2008-01-04
Instinct
A naked boy was sitting on the bank with his legs outstretched. In the water his sister sat, filling a drinking-pot with the murmuring water. Nearby a soft-haired lamb stood grazing along the bank. The lark is on the wing, the snail is on the thorn, God is in his heaven, and it seemed that all is right with world.
The boy and his sister had been marching in the spring morning for quite a few hours. For want of some water, they stopped by the river to get some and had a short nap. Where were they heading at? They were on the way to nowhere. From afar the terrifying bombing echoed in the sky, like a madman laughing while others trembling in dead silence. And with the bombing the morning air stank of the smell of gunpowder, breaking the otherwise peaceful and fragrant morn. In such a gory nightmare, they just couldn’t slow down their steps; they just want to escape from that world of disorder which made escaping a group reaction. They ran simply because they couldn’t stay, even if there lived there beloved parents. It is their beloved parents who told them that, they were only children, they were entitled to escape.
Suddenly the lamb grazing along the bank came close to where the boy sat and bleated aloud. The frightened boy stared up and screamed, like in a nightmare still to be continued. On hearing this, His sister jumped up dropping the pot, and ran up.
She took up her brother in one hand and the lamp in the other, dividing her caresses between them. She didn’t want to escape, she wanted to love -- that is what our reaction should be like, and that is the truth of human instinct.
A naked boy was sitting on the bank with his legs outstretched. In the water his sister sat, filling a drinking-pot with the murmuring water. Nearby a soft-haired lamb stood grazing along the bank. The lark is on the wing, the snail is on the thorn, God is in his heaven, and it seemed that all is right with world.
The boy and his sister had been marching in the spring morning for quite a few hours. For want of some water, they stopped by the river to get some and had a short nap. Where were they heading at? They were on the way to nowhere. From afar the terrifying bombing echoed in the sky, like a madman laughing while others trembling in dead silence. And with the bombing the morning air stank of the smell of gunpowder, breaking the otherwise peaceful and fragrant morn. In such a gory nightmare, they just couldn’t slow down their steps; they just want to escape from that world of disorder which made escaping a group reaction. They ran simply because they couldn’t stay, even if there lived there beloved parents. It is their beloved parents who told them that, they were only children, they were entitled to escape.
Suddenly the lamb grazing along the bank came close to where the boy sat and bleated aloud. The frightened boy stared up and screamed, like in a nightmare still to be continued. On hearing this, His sister jumped up dropping the pot, and ran up.
She took up her brother in one hand and the lamp in the other, dividing her caresses between them. She didn’t want to escape, she wanted to love -- that is what our reaction should be like, and that is the truth of human instinct.
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