分享六年级的Language Art，From The American Scholar, Brian Doyle

So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a monent. We are utterly open with no one, in the end---not mother and father, not wife or hu*****and, not lover, not child, not friend. Weopen windows toeach but we live alone in the house of heart. perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart.

when young we think there will come one person who savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dram of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched byforce of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defednse and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by woman's second glance, a child's apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words I have somting to tell you, a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die..........