家

An artist who had painted many pictures of great beauty found that he had not yet painted the one “real” picture.

In his search along a dusty road， he met an aged priest who asked him where he was going.

“I do not know，” said the artist， “I want to paint the most beautiful thing in the world. Perhaps you can direct me to it.”

“How simple，” replied the priest， “in any church or creed， you will find it——‘faith is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

The artist traveled on. Later， he met a young bride who told him that the most beautiful thing in the world is “l(fā)ove”. “l(fā)ove” makes the world go round. It builds poverty into riches， sweetens tears and makes much of little. Without love there is no beauty.

Still the artist continued his search and met a weary soldier.

The artist asked him the same question and the soldier answered， “‘peace is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

War is ugly， and wherever you find peace， youll find beauty， faith and love.

“How can I paint them—Faith， Love and Peace？” thought the artist.

As he resumed his walk， his mind wondered on the “real” picture he hoped to paint. He was surprised that without thinking where he was going， he had reached his familiar surrounding.

As he entered the doorway， light glistened in his eyes and he realized that his search was over.

In the faces of his wife and children， he saw love and faith. “Not a minute passed by that our children and l had not thought of you. We prayed that you would return to us safely.” His wife said as they embraced him. He sat on his favorite old chair and his heart was at peace.

The artist painted the most beautiful thing in the world and called it HOME.

一位畫過許多杰出精美畫作的藝術(shù)家，發(fā)現(xiàn)自己甚至連一幅“真實(shí)”的畫都沒有畫出來。

他沿著一條布滿塵土的路追尋，遇到一位年老的牧師。牧師問他要去哪里。

藝術(shù)家回答：“我不知道，我想畫世界上最美好的事物。也許你能給我指引。”

“太簡單了，”牧師說，“在任何教堂或信條中，你都會(huì)發(fā)現(xiàn)——‘信仰是世界上最美好的事物。”

藝術(shù)家繼續(xù)前行。后來，他遇到一位年輕的新娘，她告訴他世界上最美好的事物是“愛”。“愛”使世界運(yùn)轉(zhuǎn)。它讓貧窮變得富有，讓淚水變得甜蜜，讓渺小變得偉大。沒有愛就沒有美好。

藝術(shù)家繼續(xù)他的追尋，他遇到一名疲憊不堪的士兵。

藝術(shù)家問了他同樣的問題，士兵回答：“‘和平是世界上最美好的事物。”

戰(zhàn)爭丑惡無比，你在哪里能找到了和平，也就找到了美、信仰與愛。

“信仰、愛與和平——我怎樣才能把它們畫出來呢？”藝術(shù)家想。

當(dāng)他重新開始旅途時(shí)，腦子里想著自己希望畫出來的“真實(shí)”之作。他驚訝地發(fā)現(xiàn)自己想都沒想要往哪兒走，就已經(jīng)到了熟悉的環(huán)境。

當(dāng)他走進(jìn)房門，眼睛里發(fā)出一絲光芒，他知道自己的追尋結(jié)束了。

在妻子和孩子們臉上，他看到了愛與信仰。“我和孩子們沒有一刻不在想你。我們?yōu)槟愕钠桨矚w來而祈禱。”他們相擁時(shí)，妻子這樣說道。他坐在最喜歡的舊椅子上，內(nèi)心一片安寧。

藝術(shù)家畫出了世界上最美好的事物，稱它為《家》。