Reading after Three Cups of Tea
通过分析Three Cups of Tea学习如何写一篇记叙文 刘凤阳
通过分析Three Cups of Tea1学习如何写记叙文Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin Author:Born on December 27th1957, Greg Mortenson is an American humanitarian, writer, and former mountaineer. He is the protagonist and co-author of Three Cups of Tea.Background:In 1992, Mortenson’s young sister died. Therefore in 1993, to honor his decreased sister’s memory, Mortenson joined an expedition to scale K2, the world’s second highest mountain. After more than 70 days, Mortenson and three other climbers completed a life-saving rescue of a climber, which took more than 75 hours. After that rescue, he became weak and exhausted. Mortenson took a wrong turn along the way and ended up in Korphe, a small village. The village head Haji Ali gave him food and the warmest quilt and Mortenson recovered from hunger and cold. To pay the remote community back for their generosity and hospitality, Mortenson promised to build a school for the village.Summary:The book describes Mortenson’s transition from a mountain-climber to a humanitarian committed to reducing poverty and promoting education for girls in Pakistan and Afghanistan.一、Vantage View二、Plot三、Conflict四、Theme五、Character一、Vantage view:1选自《高级英语（第1册）》（张汉熙）The third personThe third-person narration is employed throughout the book.The author chooses a character (Mortenson) and the story is related in terms of that character in such a way that the field of vision is confined to him alone.They should be building the walls this week, he thought. Mortenson turned his anger inward, blaming himself. He couldn’t keep returning Pakistan forever. Now he was married, he needed a career. He wanted to get the school finished so he could set about figuring out what his life’s work would be.二、Plot:Beginning:Mortenson feels disappointed when he comes back to Korphe, only to find that Haji Ali hasn’t started the construction accomplished.The rocks looked more like an ancient ruin than the building blocks of a new school. Though he stood on a plateau high above the Braldu River, in perfect fall weather that made the pyramid of Korphe K2, Mortenson was disheartened by the prospect before him.Analysis:开头交代了人物与地点，对于环境的描写与人物的心情形成对比，设置了悬念，引起读者的阅读兴趣，小说中的作者为何在看到这样的景象觉得心灰意冷。
《三杯茶 Three Cups Of Tea》
内容简介
在巴基斯坦的世界中，‚三杯茶‛，是巴尔蒂人交 朋友的方式。 第一杯茶，你是陌生人； 第二杯茶，你是我们的宾客； 第三杯茶，你是我们的家人，我们愿意为你做任何 事，甚至是死。 当摩森顿于攀登K2峰迷路，科尔飞村居民拯救了他 的生命。当地的居民生活艰困，糖是如此稀少珍贵，他 们却为他煮了甜茶，让他恢复力气。此后，从第一杯茶 到第三杯茶，从陌生人到愿意以生命守护彼此，‚三杯 茶‛代表的是他们之间珍贵的信任，更是一生的承诺， 也是一个旅人，改变世界的开始。
K2 乔戈里峰
乔戈里峰，为世界第二高峰，海拔8611米，仅次于 珠穆朗玛峰。 位于东经76.5度，北纬35.9度地处中国新疆叶城县 与巴控克什米尔之界山。 中国方面正式名称「乔戈里」（Qogir，衍生自 Chogori）为塔吉克语「高大雄伟」之意。而K2是国际 上最常见的名称，源自1856年西方探险队首次考察此地 区时，标出了喀喇昆仑山脉自西向东的5座主要山峰ー 各以K1至K5命名。其余四座分别是玛夏布洛姆峰（K1）， 布洛阿特峰（K3），加舒尔布鲁木II峰（K4）与加舒尔 布鲁木I峰（K5）。
在过去的十二年，巴基斯坦、阿富汗及西藏山区， 六十所学校陆续成立，最特别的是，这些学校让原本无 法上学的女孩开始接受教育。摩顿森守护妹妹的信念， 改变了一群女孩的生命，是她们不再藏匿于面纱之后， 有勇气面对世界，甚至拥有改变世界的能力。 当我们怀疑，一个人的力量是否真的能改变世界时， 摩顿森做到了。为了坚持理想，即使受到恋人的遗弃、 社会的漠视、巴提人的拐骗，即使与妻儿分隔两地、被 军阀囚禁，即使遭逢美国911事件、美国轰炸阿富汗， 在悲伤、沮丧、孤独与滨临死亡之时，他从来没有遗忘 他的承诺，他愿意用生命去化解世界上最大的仇恨。
摩顿森回到柏克莱一个月后，收到母亲寄来的一 封信，她在信中解释学生们自发性地发起了「一分钱 捐给巴基斯坦」活动，一分一分钱地装满了一个两加 仑的垃圾桶－－他们总共募集了六万二千三百四十五 个一分钱。当他将母亲寄来的六百二十三元四十五分 美金支票存进银行，摩顿森觉得幸运之神终于眷顾他 了。「孩子们跨出了帮助盖校的第一步。」摩顿森说， 「而他们所用的，基本上是社会上被认为最没价值的 「一分钱」。但在海外，这一分一分钱聚集起来可以 移动大山。」 六个月后，他终于收到回信，一张一万二千美金 的支票，足够盖第一间学校，他终于可以前往阿富汗 盖学校，然而，困难才正要开始。因为，当地连运输 建校材料的「桥」都没有，摩顿森盖学校之前，必须 先架上一座桥……。
Three Cups of Tea三杯茶
• Haji Ali • He is a wise man who is generous, and faithful. He taught Mortensen an important lesson: It is important to listen and learn from the local communities served, rather than impose erternal evaluations or judgement of what is from an outsider's perspective
Formerly in Afghanistan and Pakistan, schooling focused on boys since educated boys tend to move to the citys to find jobs, and seldom return. However, educated girls tend to remain in the community and pass their enhanced knowledge to the next generation. Thus we can see that education for girls has more of a lasting benefit for the community.
Mortenson and Haji Ali are the representatives of the industrialized society and the primitive culture. the theme of the Americans civilization and humanitarian confronting religious extremism in Central Asia
高级英语(第三版)第一册第八课 Three cups of tea
School of Government • 2009 U.S. News & World Report: America's Top 20 Best Leaders 2009 • 2009 Italy: Premio Gambrinus “Giuseppe Mazzotti”
Greg Mortenson’s Awards (2)
construction.
Greg Mortenson
• Born on Dec. 27, 1957 • an American humanitarian,
professional speaker, writer, former mountaineer and a military veteran. • co-founder and Executive Director of the non-profit Central Asia Institute ( whose mission is to promote and support community-based education, esp. for girls, in remote regions of northern Pakistan and Afghanistan) • founder of the educational charity Pennies for Peace.
高级英语 three cups of tea
Three Cups of Tea
Advanced English Book 1
Part 3 (paras. 23-37) This part introduces details about the school construction. The involvement in the construction enables Mortenson to have a better understanding of the local culture and their spiritual life.
Three Cups of Tea
Advanced English Book 1
Instead of arriving in Askole, where his porters a66waited, he came across Korphe, a small village built on a shelf jutting out from a canyon. He was greeted and taken in by the chief elder, Haji Ali of Korphe. To repay the remote community for their hospitality, Mortenson gave away his climbing supplies as gifts and helped to cure ill villagers. Meanwhile, he promised to build a school for the village.
three cups of tea 三杯茶的英文介绍
• Building the schools requires a number of sacrifices from Mortenson and from the local villagers involved. When Mortenson begins his Korphe project, he sells all his possessions—including cherished books and his grandmother’s car. • Even after becoming successful, Mortenson continues to make sacrifices, taking as little money as possible from the CAI and leaving his family alone for months at a time.
批注本地保存成功开通会员 you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger.
• The second time you take tea, you are an honored guest. • The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family, and for our family we are prepared to do anything —even die.
• The main character is the mountain hiker Greg Mortenson who climbed K2, the world’s second highest mountain, in the Karakoram Range of northern Pakistan. • He was planning to lay his deceased sister Christa’s amber necklace on the summit of K2. • After more than 70 days on the mountain, Greg and three other climbers had their ascent interrupted by the need to complete a 75-hour life-saving rescue of a fifth climber. • After getting lost during his descent, he became weak and exhausted, and by chance alone. He came across Korphe, a small village built on a shelf jutting out from a canyon. • He was greeted and taken in by the chief elder of Korphe, Haji Ali. And he was taken care of by people there.
Three cups of tea
Three cups of teaOne of my favorite book is “three cups of tea”. It was written by Greg Mortenson who is an American philanthropist. In this book, we can see a really touching story about the promise, devotion and love. Mortenson was a lover of moutaineering, when he tried to climb K2,the world’s second-highest moutain, which is in the westnorth of Pakistan, he was lost and got to a village called Korphe by chance, where his life got changed, and then began the deep relationship with this village.With the help of mayor of the Korphe, Mortenson soon recovered. After several days’living together,he realized how rare such a meal was for the people in Korphe,and how close they live to hunger. The Balti lived with the same lack of modern convenience as many decades ago. There is no hospital even the clinic. when they were ill, the only thing they could do was waiting and suffering. And also there’s no school, the children can only write on the ground with sticks in the cold wind. Mortenson thought he should do something for them. So, he promised thathe would build a school for them.Mortenson was very poor too, so when he returned back to America, he sold his car and do many jobs at the same time. It was really hard. But in order to make good on the promise made to the villagers in Korphe, in order to build a shool for children to study, he tried everything he could do and even took the risk of his life to raise money. Mortenson started with 580 letters to raise money, and then, with the perseverance and hard work, he finally got enough money and conquerd many many dificulties, the school was established at last.Since than, Mortenson went on the way of helping people. In the past ten years, Mortensen had built more than sixty schools in the middle Asia. He encouraged girls to go to schools to get education and to become new modern women. He not only built hospital in the villages, but also cured the victims of disasters and wars. Greg Mortenson turned into a famous honorable person from a nobody.I am totally moved by his grutitude to the kindvillages of Korphe, by his warm heart to all the peole who sufferd and by his responsibility to make good on the promise.The book told me that not only rich people, but also simple us can help others. We can do anything to make others happy and suffer less even if it is just a simple thing.The first time you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time you take tea, you are an hornored guest. The third time you share a cup of tea, you become famiy, and for our family, we prepared to do anything, even die. These are what the Balti believe and we can learn a lot from it. Nowadays, people are more and more blundering because of the rush of modern life. We do need to share three cups of tea to low down and build relationships between each other.。
高英三杯茶读后感英语
高英三杯茶读后感英语English:After reading "Three Cups of Tea" by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin, I was deeply moved by the inspiring story of Mortenson's mission to promote peace through education in rural Pakistan and Afghanistan. The book chronicles Mortenson's remarkable journey from a failed attempt to climb K2 to his dedication to building schools for children in remote villages. His perseverance and determination in the face of numerous obstacles and cultural barriers serve as a powerful example of the impact one individual can have on a community. Mortenson's commitment to bridging the gap between East and West through the simple act of building schools demonstrates the importance of education in fostering understanding and unity. The book not only highlights the transformative power of education but also sheds light on the complex issues of poverty, gender inequality, and political turmoil that continue to plague the region. As I reflect on the themes of resilience, compassion, and hope portrayed in "Three Cups of Tea," I am inspired to advocate for education as a means to create a more peaceful and equitable world.中文翻译:在阅读了格雷格·莫滕森和大卫·奥利弗·瑞林合著的《三杯茶》之后，我被莫滕森通过教育在巴基斯坦和阿富汗农村推动和平的使命感动得深深。
三杯茶的英文介绍
Withering technique: flexibly control the withering time and spreading thickness based on the tenderness of fresh leaves and weather conditions, to avoid excessive withering leading to insufficient tea fermentation or the production of odors.Green killing technique: Control the temperature and time of green killing to avoid tea leaves being burnt or fermented excessively due to excessive temperature or time. At the same time, it is necessary to keep the green leaves evenly heated and avoid local overheating.Rubbing technique: When rolling, the principle of light pressure, slow rolling, and short time should be mastered to make the tea leaves form a rope shape and remain intact. Excessive kneading can cause tea leaves to break and the soup color to become cloudy.Drying technique: During drying, temperature and time should be controlled to avoid tea leaves becoming burnt or losing their aroma due to excessive temperature or time. At the same time, it is necessary to keep the tea evenly heated and dehumidified, ensuring consistent drying effects.
three cups of tea
The Braldu Bridge they build to carry the building materials.
Korphe School
• Since 1996, he have built up more than 90 schools. It has provided education for more than 34,000 children, including 24,000 girls.
Three Cups of Tea
• In the first cup of tea, you are a stranger;
• In the second cup again, you are our friend; • In the third, you are my family, I will use my life to prote you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time you take tea, you are an honored guest. The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family, and for our family, we are prepared to do anything, even die.” ----Haji Ali
• In an early effort to raise money he wrote letters to 580 celebrities, businessmen, and other prominent Americans. His only reply was a $100 check from NBC’s Tom Brokaw. Selling everything he owned, he still only raised $2,400. But his efforts changed when a group of elementary school children donated $623.40 in pennies, who inspired adults to begin to take action.
Unit 8 Three Cups of Tea
Unit 8 Three Cups of TeaIntroduction to the lesson1. About the authors:Greg Mortenson 葛瑞格·摩顿森凭《三杯茶》与村上春树分获2007年第11届桐山环太平洋图书奖。
他1958年出生在明尼苏达，3个月时随父母到坦桑尼亚，十几岁又回到美国。
他原是登山家，1993年，他因救援同伴，攀登乔格里峰失败，后被巴尔蒂人救起，从此和当地人结下情缘。
为兑现给巴基斯坦穷困的村庄建学校的承诺，他辛苦奔走，历时12年，在巴基斯坦和阿富汗地区建了60余所学校。
他目前是中亚协会负责人。
David Oliver Relin 大卫·奥利佛·瑞林，是个游历世界的专栏作家，其作品曾获奖无数。
'Here we drink three cups of tea to do business; the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third, you join our family, and for our family we are prepared to do anything - even die' - Haji Ali, Korphe Village Chief, Karakoram mountains, Pakistan. In 1993, after a terrifying and disastrous attempt to climb K2, a mountaineer called Greg Mortenson drifted, cold and dehydrated, into an impoverished Pakistan village in the Karakoram Mountains. Moved by the inhabitants' kindness, he promised to return and build a school. "Three Cups of T ea" is the story of that promise and its extraordinary outcome. Over the next decade Mortenson built not just one but fifty-five schools - especially for girls - in remote villages across the forbidding and breathtaking landscape of Pakistan and Afghanistan, just as the Taliban rose to power. His story is at once a riveting adventure and a testament to the power of the humanitarian spirit.[内容简介Anyone who despairs of the individual's power to change lives has to read the story of Greg Mortenson, a homeless mountaineer who, following a 1993 climb of Pakistan's treacherous K2, was inspired by a chance encounter with impoverished mountain villagers and promised to build them a school. Over the next decade he built fifty-five schools—especially for girls—that offer a balanced education in one of the most isolated and dangerous regions on earth. As it chronicles Mortenson's quest, which has broughthim into conflict with both enraged Islamists and uncomprehending Americans, Three Cups of Tea combines adventure with a celebration of the humanitarian spirit.《三杯茶》是一本堪供借镜反躬自省的好书，我们能为我们的孩子做什么？我们能送给我们的孩子最宝贵的礼物吗？我相信读了《三杯茶》，会让我们深思谦卑反省，“顽廉懦立”。
Three Cups of Tea
Three Cups of TeaContentsIntroduction IN MR. MORTENSON’S ORBITChapter 1 FailureChapter 2 The Wrong Side of the RiverChapter 3 “Progress and Perfection”Chapter 4 Self-StorageChapter 5 580 Letters, Once CheckChapter 6 Rawalpindi’s Rooftops at DuskChapter7 Hard Way HomeChapter 8 Beaten by the BralduChapter 9 The People Have SpokenChapter 10 Building BridgeChapter11 Six DaysChapter 12 Haji Alis’s LessonChapter 13 “A Smile Should Be More Than a Memory”Chapter14 EquilibriumChapter 15 Mortenson in MotionChapter16 Red Velvet BoxChapter17 Cherry Trees in the SandChapter18 Shrouded FigureChpater19 A Village Called New YorkChapter 20 Tea with the TalibanChapter21 Rumsfeld’s ShoesChapter22 “The Enemy is Ignorance”Chapter23 Stones into SchoolsAfterwordAcknowledgmentsIndexIntroduction 序言In Mr. Mortenso n’s Orbit 莫泰森人生轨迹THE LITTLE RED light had been flashing for five minutes before Bhangoo paid it any attention. “The fuel gages on these old aircraft are notoriously unreliable,” Brigadier General Bhangoo, one of Pakistan’s most experienced high-altitude helicopter pilots, said, tapping it. I wasn’t sure if that was meant to make me feel better.I rode next to Bhangoo, looking down past me feet through the Vietnam-era Alouette’s bubble windshield. Two thousand feet below us a river twisted, hemmed in by rocky crags jutting out from both sides of the Hunza Valley. At eye level, we soared past hanging green glaciers, splintering under a tropical sun. Bhangoo flew on unperturbed, flicking the ash of his cigarette out a vent, next to a sticker that said “No smoking”.From the rear of the aircraft Greg Mortenson reached his long arm out to tap Bhangoo on the shoulder of his flight suit. “General, sir,” Mortenson shouted, “I think we’re heading the wrong way.”Brigadier Bhangoo had been President Musharraf’s personal pilot before retiring from the military to join a civil aviation company. He was in his late sixties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache as clipped and cultivated as the vowels he’d inherited from the private British colonial school he’d attended as a boy with Musharraf and many of Pakistan’s other future leaders.The general tossed his cigarette through the vent and blew out his breath. Then he bent to compare the store-bought GPS unit he balanced on his knee with a military-grade map Mortenson folded to highlight what he thought was our position.“I’ve been flying in northern Pakistan for forty years,”he said, waggling his head, the subcontinent’s most distinctive gesture. “How is it you know the terrain better than me?”Bhangoo banked the Alouette steeply to port, flying back the way we’d come.The red light that had worried me before began to flash faster. The bobbing needle on the gauge showed that we had less than one hundred liters of fuel. This part of northern Pakistan was so remote and inhospitable that we’d had to have friends preposition barrels of aviation fuel at strategic sites by jeep. If we couldn’t make it to our drop zone we were in a tight spot, literally, since the craggy canyon we flew through had no level areas suitable for setting the Alouette down.Bhanggo climbed high, so he’d have the option of auto-rotating toward a more distant landing zone if we ran out of fuel, and jammed his stick forward, speeding up to ninety knots. Just as the needle hit E and the red warning light began to beep, Bhangoo settled the skids at the center of a large H, for helipad, written out in white rocks, next to our barrels of jet fuel.“That was a lovely sortie,”Bhangoo said, lighting another cigarette. “But it might not have been without Mr. Mortenson.”Later, after refueling by inserting a handpump into a rusting barrel of aviation fuel, we flew up the Braldu Valley to the village of Korphe, the last human habitation before the Baltoro Glacier begins its march up to K2 and the world’s greatest concentration of twenty-thousand-foot-plus peaks. After a failed 1993 attempt to climb k2, Mortenson arrived in Korphe, emaciated and exhausted. In this impoverished community of mud and stone huts, both Mortenson’s life and the lives of northern Pakistan’s children changed course. One evening, he went to bed by a yak dung fire a mountaineer who’d lost his way, and one morning, by the time he’d shared a pot of butter tea with his hosts and laced up his boots, he’d become a humanitarian who’d found ameaning full path to follow for the rest of his life.Arriving in Korphe with Dr. Greg, Bhangoo and I were welcomed with open arms, the head of a freshly killed ibex, and endless cups of tea. And as we listened to the Shia children of Korphe, one of the world’s most impoverished communities, talk about how their hopes and dreams for the future had grown exponentially since a big American arrived a decade ago to build them the first school their village had ever known, the general and I were done for.“You know,” Bhangoo said, as we were enveloped in a scrum of 120 students tugging us by the hands on a tour of their school, “flying with President Musharraf, I’ve become acquainted with many world leaders, many outstanding gentlemen and ladies. But I think Greg Mortenson is the most remarkable person I’ve ever met.”Everyone who has had the privilege of watching Greg Mortenson operate in Pakistan is amazed by how encyclopedically well he has come to know one of the world’s most remote regions. And many of them find themselves, almost against their will, pulled into his orbit. During the last decade, since a series of failures and accidents transformed him from a mountaineer to a humanitarian, Mortenson has attracted what has to be one of the most underqualified and overachieving staffs of any charitable organization on earth.Illiterate high-attitude porters in Pakistan’s Karakoram have put down their packs to make paltry wages with him so their children can have the education they were forced to do without. A taxi driver who chanced to pick Mortenson up at the Islamabad airport sold his cab and became his fiercely dedicated ‘fixer’. Former Taliban fighters renounce violence and the oppression of women after meeting Mortenson and went to work with him peacefully building schools for girls. He has drawn volunteers and admirers from every stratum of Pakistan’s society and from all the warring sects of Islam.Supposedly objective journalists are at risk of being drawn into his orbit, too. On three occasions, I accompanied Mortenson to northern Pakistan, flying to the most remote valleys of the Karakoram, Himalaya and the Hindu Kush on helicopters that should have been hanging from the rafters of museums. The more time I spent watching Mortenson work, the more convinced I became that I was in the presence of someone extraordinary.The accounts I’d heard about Mortenson’s adventures building schools for girls in the remote mountain regions of Pakistan sounded too dramatic to believe before I left home. The story I found, with ibex hunters in the high valleys of Karakoram, in nomad settlements at the wild edge of Afghanistan, around conference tables with Pakistan’s military elite, and over endless cups of paiyu cha in tearooms so smoky I had to squint to see my notebook, was even more remarkable than I’d imagined.As a journalist who has practiced this odd profession of probing into people’s lives for two decades, I’ve met more than my share of public figures who didn’t measure up to their own press. But at Korphe and every other Pakistani village where I was welcomed like long-lost family, because another American had taken the time to forge ties there, I saw the story of the last ten years of Greg Mortenson existence branch and fork with a richness and complexity far beyond what most of us achieve over the course of a full-length life.This is a fancy way of saying that this is a story I couldn’t simply observe. Anyone who travels to the CAI’s fifty-three schools with Mortenson is put to work, and in the process, becomes an advocate. And after staying up at all-night jirgas with village elders and weighing in on proposals for new projects, or sowing a classroom full of excited eight-year-old girls how to use the firstpencil-sharpener anyone has ever cared to give them, or teaching an impromptu class on English slang to a roomful of gravely respectful students, it is impossible to remain simply a reporter.As Graham Greene’s melancholy correspondent Thomas Fowler learned by the end of The Quiet American, sometimes, to be human, you have to take sides.I choose to side with Greg Mortenson. Not because he doesn’t have his flaws. His fluid sense of time made pinning down the exact sequence of many events in this book almost impossible, as did interviewing the Balti people with whom he works, who have no tenses in their language and as little attachment to linear time as the man they call Dr. Greg.During the two years we worked together on this book, Mortenson was often so maddeningly late for appointments that I considered abandoning the project. Many people, particularly in America, have turned on Mortenson after similar experiences, calling him “unreliable”, or worse. But I have come to realize, as his wife Tara Bishop often says, “Greg is not one of us.” He operates on Mortenson Time, a product, perhaps, of growing up in Africa and working much of each year in Pakistan. And his method of operation, hiring people with limited experience based on gut feelings, forging working alliances with necessarily unsavory characters, and, above all, winging it, while unsettling and unconventional, has moved mountains.For a man who has achieved so much, Mortenson has a remarkable lack of ego. After I agreed to write this book, he handed me a page of notepaper with dozens of names and numbers printed densely down the margin in tiny script. It was a list of his enemies. “Talk to them all,” he said, “Let them have their say. We’ve got the results. That’s all I care about.”I listened to hundreds of Mortenson’s allies and enemies. And in the interest of security and /or privacy I‘ve changed a very few names and locations.Working on this book was a true collaboration. I wrote the story. But Greg Mortenson lived it. And together, as we sorted through thousands of slides, reviewed a decade’s worth of documents and videos, recorded hundreds of hours of interviews, and traveled to visit with the people who are central to this unlikeliest of narratives, we brought this book to life.And as I found in Pakistan, Mortenson’s Central Asia Institute does, irrefutably, have the results. In a part of the world where Americans are, at best misunderstood, and more often feared and loathed, this soft-spoken, six-foot-four former mountaineer from Montana has put together a string of improbable successes. Though he would never say so himself, he has singlehandedly changed the lives of tens of thousands of children, and independently won more hearts and minds than all the official American propaganda flooding the region.So this is a confession: Rather than simply reporting on his progress, I want to see Greg Mortenson succeed. Wish him success because he is fighting the war on terror the way I think it should be conducted. Slamming over the so-called Karakoram “Highway” in his old Land Cruiser, taking terror every time, he offers a student a chance to receive a balanced education, rather than attend an extremist madrassa.If we Americans are to learn from our mistakes, from the flailing, ineffective way we, as a nation, conducted the war on terror after the attacks of 9/11, and from the way we have failed to make our case to the great moderate mass of peace-loving people at the heart of the Muslim world, we need to listen to Greg Mortenson. I did, and it has been one of the most rewarding experiences of y life.--David Oliver RelinPortland, OregonChapter 1 FAILUREWhen it is dark enough, you can see the stars. – Persian proverbIn Pakistan’s karakoram, bristling across an area barely one hundred miles wide, more than sixty of the world’s tallest mountains lord their severe alpine beauty over a witnessless high-altitude wilderness. (在昆仑山区，方园百里，耸立着60多座高山，漫无边际，荒无人烟). Other than snow leopard and ibex, so few living creatures have passed through this barren icescape that the presence of the world’s second-highest mountain, K2, was little more than a rumor to the outside world until the turn of the twentieth century.Flowing down from K2 toward the populated upper reaches of the Indus Valley, between the four fluted granite spires of the Gasherbrums and the lethal-looking daggers of the Great Trango Towers, the sixty-two-kilometer-long Baltoro Glacier barely disturbs this still cathedral of rock and ice. And even the motion of this frozen river, which drifts at a rate of four inches a day, is almost undetectable.On the afternoon of September 2, 1993, Greg Mortenson felt as if he were scarcely traveling any faster. Dressed in a much-patched set of mud-colored shalwar kamiz, like his Pakistani porters, he had the sensation that his heavy black leather mountaineering boots were independently steering him down the Baltoro at their own glacial speed, through an armada of icebergs arrayed like the sails of a thousand ice-bound ships.At any moment, Mortenson expected to find Scott Darsney, a fellow member of his expedition, with whom he was hiking back toward civilization, sitting on a boulder, teasing him for walking so slowly. But the upper Baltoro is more maze than trail. Mortenson hadn’t yet realized that he was lost and alone. He’d strayed from the mail body of the glacier to a side spur that led not westward, toward Askole, the village fifty miles farther on, where he hoped to find a jeep driver willing to transport him out of these mountains, but south, into an impenetrable maze of shattered icefall, and beyond that, the high altitude killing zone where Pakistani and Indian soldiers lobbed artillery shells at one another through in thin air.Ordinarily Mortenson would have paid more attention. He would have focused onlife-and-death information like the fact that Mouzafer, the porter who had appeared like a blessing and volunteered to haul his heavy bag of climbing gear, was also carrying his tent and nearly all of his food and kept him in sight. And he would have paid more minds to the overawing physicality of his surroundings.In 1909, the duke of Abruzzi, one of the greatest climbers of his day, and perhaps his era’s most discerning connoisseur of precipitous landscapes, led an Italian expedition up the Baltoro for an unsuccessful attempt at K2. He was stunned by the stark beauty of the encircling peaks. “Nothing could compare to this in terms of alpine beauty,” he recorded in his journal. “It was a world of glaciers and crags, an incredible view which could satisfy an artist just as well as a mountaineer.”But as the sun sank behind the great granite serrations of Muztagh Tower to the west, and shadows raked up the valley’s eastern walls, toward the bladed monoliths of Gasherbrum, Mortenson hardly noticed. He was looking inward that afternoon, stunned and absorbed by something unfamiliar in his life to that point—failure.Reaching into the pocket of his sbalwar, he fingered the necklace of amber beads that his little sister Christa had often worn. As a three-years-old in Tanzania, where Mortenson’sMinnesota-born parents had been Lutheran missionaries and teachers, Christa had contracted acute meningitis and never fully recovered. Greg, twelve years her senior, had appointed himself her protector. Though Christa struggled to perform simple tasks—putting on her clothes each morning took upward of an hour—and suffered severe epileptic seizures, Greg pressured his mother, Jerene, to allow her some measure of independence. He helped Christa find work at manual labor, taught her the route of the Twin Cities’ public buses, so she could move about freely, and to their mother’s mortification, discussed the particulars of birth control when he learned she was dating.Every year, whether he was serving as a U.S. Army medic and platoon leader in Germany, working on a nursing degree in South Dakota, studying the neurophysiology of epilepsy at graduate school in Indiana in hopes of discovering a cure for Christa, or living a climbing bum’s life out of his car in Berkeley, California, Mortenson insisted that his little sister visit him for a month. Together, they sought out the spectacles that brought Christa so much pleasure. They took in the Indy 500, the Kentucky Derby, road-tripped down to Disneyland, and he guided her through the architecture of his personal cathedral at that time, the storied granite walls of Yosemite.For her twenty-third birthday, Christa and their mother planned to make a pilgrimage from Minnesota to the cornfield in Deyersville, lowa, where the movie that Christa was drawn to watch again and again, Field of Dreams, had been filmed. But on her birthday in the small hours before they were to set out, Christa died of a massive seizure.After Christa’s death, Mortenson retrieved the necklace from among his sister’s few things. It still smelled of a campfire they had made during her last visit to stay with him in California. He brought it to Pakistan with him, bound in a Tibetan prayer flag, along with a plan to honor the memory of his little sister. Mortenson was a climber and he had decided on the most meaningful tribute he had within him. He would scale K2, the summit most climbers consider the toughest to reach on Earth, and leave Christa’s necklace there at 28,267 feet.He had been raised in a family that had relished difficult tasks, like building a school and a hospital in Tanzania, on the slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro. But despite the smooth surfaces of his parents’ unquestioned faith, Mortenson hadn’t yet made up his mind about the nature of divinity. He would leave an offering to whatever deity inhabited the upper atmosphere.Three months earlier, Mortenson had positively skipped up this glacier in a pair of Teva sandals with no socks, his ninety-pound pack beside the point of the adventure that beckoned him up the Baltoro. He had set off on the seventy-mile trek from Askole with a team of then English, Irish, French, and American mountaineers, part of a poorly financed but pathologically bold attempt to climb the world’s second-highest peak.Compared to Everest, a thousand miles southeast along the spine of the Himalaya, K2, they all knew, was a killer. To climbers, who call it “The Savage Peak,” it remains the ultimate test, a pyramid of razored granite so steep that snow can’t cling to its knife-edged ridges. And Mortenson, then a bullishly fit thirty-five-year-old, who had summited Kilimanjaro at age eleven, who’d been schooled on the sheer granite walls of Yosemite, then graduated to half a dozen successful Himalaya ascents, had no doubt when he arrived in May the he would soon stand on what he considered “the biggest and baddest summit on Earth.”He’d come shatteringly close, within six hundred meters of the summit. But K2 had recededinto the mists behind him and the necklace was still in his pocket. How could this have happened? He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, disoriented by unfamiliar tears, and attributed them to thealtitude. He certainly wasn’t himself. After seventy-eight days of primal struggle at altitude on K2, he felt like a faint. Shriveled caricature of himself. He simply didn’t know if he had the reserves left to walk fifty more miles over dangerous terrain to Askole.The sharp, shotgun crack of a rockfall brought him back to his surroundings. He watched a boulder the size of a three-story house accelerate, bouncing and spinning down a slope of scree, then pulverize an iceberg on the trail ahead of him.Mortenson tried to shake himself into a state of alertness. He looked out of himself, saw how high the shadows had climbed up the eastern peaks, and tried to remember how long it had been since he’d seen a sign of other humans. It had been hours since Scott Darsney had disappeared down the trail ahead of him. An hour earlier, or maybe more, he’d heard the bells of an army mule caravan carrying ammunition toward the Siachen Glacier, the twenty-thousand-foot-high battlefield a dozen miles southeast where the Pakistani military was frozen into its perpetual deadly standoff with the Indian army.He scoured the trail for signs. Anywhere on the trail back to Askole, there would be debris left behind by the military. But there was no mule dropping. No cigarette butts. No food tins. No blades of the hay the mule drivers carried to feed their animals. He realized it didn’t look much like a trail at all, simply a cleft in an unstable maze of boulders and ice, and he wondered how he had wandered to this spot. He tried to summon the clarity to concentrate. But the effects of prolonged exposure to high altitude had sapped Mortenson of the ability to act and think decisively.He spent an hour scrambling up a slope of scree, hoping for a vantage point above the boulders and icebergs, a place where he might snare the landmark he was looking for, the great rocky promontory of Urdukas, which thrust out onto the Baltoro like a massive fist, and haul himself back toward the trail. But at the top he was rewarded with little more than a greater degree of exhaustion. He’d strayed eight miles up a deserted valley from the trail, and in the failing light, even the contours of peaks that he knew well looked unfamiliar from his new perspective.Feeling a finger of panic probing beneath his altitude-induced stupor, Mortenson sat to take stock. In his small sun-faded purple daypack he had a lightweight wool Pakistani army blanket, an empty water bottle, and a single protein bar. His high-altitude down sleeping bag, all his matches were in the pack the porter carried.He’d have to spend the night and search for the trail in daylight. Though it had already dropped well below zero, he wouldn’t die of exposure, he thought. Besides, he was coherent enough to realize that stumbling, at night, over a shifting glacier, where crevasses yawned hundreds of feet down through wastes of blue ice into subterranean pools, was far more dangerous. Picking his way down the mound of scree, Mortenson looked for a spot far enough from the mountain walls that he wouldn’t be crushed by rockfall as he slept and solid enough that he wouldn’t split and plunge him into the glacier’s depths.He found a flat slab of rock that seemed stable enough, scooped icy snow into his water bottle with ungloved hands and wrapped himself in his blanket, willing himself not to focus on how alone and exposed he was. His forearm was lashed with rope burns from the rescue, and he knew he should tear off the clotted gauze bandages and drain pus from the wounds that refused to heal at this altitude, but he couldn’t quiet locate the motivation. As he lay shivering on uneven rock, Mortenson watched as the last light of the sun smoldered blood red on the daggeredsummits to the east, then flared out, leaving their afterimages burning in blue-black.Nearly a century earlier, Filippo De Fillippi, doctor for and chronicler of the duke of Abruzzi’s expedition to the Karakoram, recorded the desolation he felt among these mountains. Despite the fact that he was in the company of two dozen Europeans and 260 local porters, that they carried folding chairs and silver tea services and European newspapers delivered to them regularly by a fleet of runners, he felt rushed into insignificance by the character of this landscape.”Profound silence would brood over the valley,” he wrote, “even weighing down our spirits with indefinable heaviness. There can be no other place in the world man feels himself so along, so isolated, so completely ignored by Nature, so incapable of entering into communion with her.”Perhaps it was his experience with solitude, being the lone American child among hundreds of Africans, or the nights he spent bivouacked three thousand feet up Yosemite’s Half Dome in the middle of a multiday climb, but Mortenson felt at ease. If you ask him why, he’ll creditaltitude-induced dementia. But anyone who has spent time in Mortenson’s presence, who’s watched him wear down a congressman or a reluctant philanthropist or an Afghan warlord with his doggedness, until he pried loose overdue relief funds, or a donation, or the permission he was seeking to pass into tribal territories, would recognize this night as one more example of Mortenson’s steely-mindedness.The wind picked up and the night became bitterly crystalline. He tried to discern the peaks he felt hovering malevolently around him, but he couldn’t make them out among the general blackness. After an hour under his blanket he was able to thaw his frozen protein bar against his body and melt enough silty icewater to wash it down which set him shivering violently. Sleep, in this cold, seemed out of the question. So Mortenson lay beneath the stars salting the sky and decided to examine the nature of his failure.The leaders of his expedition, Dan Mazur and Jonathan Pratt, along with French climber Etienne Fine, were thoroughbreds. They were speedy and graceful, bequeathed the genetic wherewithal to sprint up technical pitches at high altitude. Mortenson was slow and bearishly strong. At six-foot-four and 210 pounds, Mortenson had attended Minnesota’s Concordia College on a football scholarship.Though no one directed that is should be so, the slow, cumbersome work of mountain climbing fell naturally to him and to Darsney. Eight separate times Mortenson served as pack mule, hauling food, fuel, and oxygen bottles to several stashes on the way to the Japanese Couloir, a tenuous aerie the expedition carved out within six hundred meters of K2’s summit, stocking the expedition’s high camps so the lead climbers might have the supplies in place when they decided to dash to the top.All of the other expeditions on the mountain that season had chosen to challenge the peak in the traditional way, working up the path pioneered nearly a century earlier, K2’s Southeastern Abruzzi Ridge. Only they had chosen the West Ridge, a circuitous, brutally difficult route, littered with land mine after land mine of steep, technical pitches, which had been successfully scaled only once, twelve years earlier, by Japanese climber Eiho Otani and his Pakistani partner Nazir Sabir.Mortenson relished the challenge and took pride in the rigorous route they’d chosen. And each time he reached one of the perches they’d clawed out high on the West Ridge, and unloaded fuel canisters and coils of rope, he noticed he was feeling stronger. He might be slow, but reaching thesummit himself began to seem inevitable.Then one evening after more than seventy days on the mountain, Mortenson and Darsney were back at base camp, about to drop into well-earned sleep after ninety-six hours of climbing during another resupply mission. But while taking a last look at the peak through a telescope just after dark, Mortenson and Darsney noticed a flickering light high up on K2’s West Ridge. They realized it must be members of their expedition, signaling with their headlamps, and they guessed that their French teammate was in trouble. “Etienne was an Alpiniste,” Mortenson explains, underlining with an exaggerated French pronunciation the respect and arrogance the term can convey among climbers. “He’d travel fast and light with the absolute minimum amount of gear. And we had to bail him out before when he went up too fast without acclimatizing.”Mortenson and Darsney, doubting whether they were strong enough to climb to Fine so soon after an exhausting descent, called for volunteers from the five other expeditions at base camp. None came forward. For two hours they lay in their tents resting and rehydrating, then they packed their gear and went back out.Descending from their seventy-six-hundred-meter Camp IV, Pratt and Mazur found themselves in the fight of their lives. “Etienne had climbed up to join us for a summit bid,”, Mazur says.”But when he got to us, he collapsed. As he tried to catch his breath, he told us he heard a rattling in his lungs.”。
three cups of tea课文原文高级英语
three cups of tea课文原文高级英语全文共3篇示例，供读者参考篇1Three Cups of Tea is a nonfiction book written by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin. The book tells the story of Mortenson's mission to promote peace and provide education for children in rural areas of Pakistan and Afghanistan.The book begins with Mortenson, a mountaineer who failed to reach the summit of K2, stumbling into a small village in Pakistan called Korphe after becoming lost. The villagers take him in and care for him, showing him great hospitality. In return, Mortenson promises to help build a school for the children of Korphe.Mortenson returns to the United States only to find that raising funds for the school is more challenging than he expected. However, with determination and perseverance, he eventually raises enough money to build the school in Korphe. This is the first of many schools that Mortenson goes on to build in Pakistan and Afghanistan through his charity organization, the Central Asia Institute.Throughout the book, Mortenson faces many challenges, including threats from the Taliban and local warlords, and struggles to balance his work with his family life. Despite these difficulties, Mortenson remains committed to his mission of promoting education and building relationships with the people of Pakistan and Afghanistan.Three Cups of Tea is a powerful and inspiring story of one man's dedication to making a difference in the world. It highlights the importance of education in promoting peace and understanding between different cultures. The book serves as a reminder that small acts of kindness and generosity can have a lasting impact on the lives of others.篇2Three Cups of Tea is a book written by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin. The book tells the story of Mortenson's mission to promote peace and education through the building of schools in remote regions of Pakistan and Afghanistan.The story begins with Mortenson's failed attempt to climb K2, the world's second-highest mountain. After becoming lost and separated from his group, he stumbles into the village of Korphe, where he is greeted with kindness and hospitality.Grateful for their help, Mortenson promises to return and build a school for the village children.Over the next several years, Mortenson faces many challenges as he works to fulfill his promise. He struggles to raise funds, faces opposition from local authorities, and encounters cultural differences that make his task more difficult. Despite these obstacles, Mortenson remains committed to his goal and perseveres, eventually building numerous schools in the region.Through his work, Mortenson not only providesmuch-needed education for the children of Pakistan and Afghanistan but also bridges cultural divides and promotes understanding between different communities. His efforts are a testament to the power of education to create positive change in the world.Overall, Three Cups of Tea is a powerful and inspiring story that highlights the importance of education, peace, and cooperation in building a better future for all. It serves as a reminder that even the smallest acts of kindness and generosity can have a profound impact on the lives of others.篇3Three Cups of Tea is a nonfiction book written by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin. It tells the true story of Mortenson's mission to promote peace through education in remote regions of Pakistan and Afghanistan. The book focuses on Mortenson's experiences building schools and providing education to children in these areas, as well as the challenges and obstacles he faced along the way.Mortenson began his journey in the early 1990s when he attempted to climb K2, the second-highest mountain in the world, in honor of his deceased sister. After failing to reach the summit, he became lost and wandered into the village of Korphe in northern Pakistan. Moved by the poverty and lack of education in the village, Mortenson made a promise to build a school for the children there.Over the years, Mortenson faced numerous challenges in his mission, including lack of funding, cultural barriers, and skepticism from local authorities. However, through perseverance and determination, he was able to build not only one, but dozens of schools in remote regions of Pakistan and Afghanistan. Mortenson's work not only provided education to thousands of children, but also fostered understanding and relationships between different cultures.Three Cups of Tea highlights the importance of education in promoting peace and development in impoverished and conflict-ridden areas. It also emphasizes the power of one individual to make a difference in the world through compassion, dedication, and collaboration with local communities. Mortenson's story is a testament to the transformative impact of education and the potential for positive change in even the most challenging circumstances.In conclusion, Three Cups of Tea is a compelling and inspirational account of one man's mission to promote peace through education in some of the most remote and disadvantaged regions of the world. It serves as a reminder of the importance of compassion, perseverance, and cooperation in addressing social issues and building a more peaceful and sustainable future for all.。
三杯茶读后感英文
三杯茶读后感英文After Reading Three Cups of Tea。
Three Cups of Tea is a book written by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin, which tells the story ofMortenson's journey to build schools in remote regions of Pakistan and Afghanistan. The book is a powerful and inspiring tale of one man's mission to promote education and peace in some of the most challenging and dangerous parts of the world. After reading Three Cups of Tea, I was deeply moved by Mortenson's dedication and perseverance, and I gained a new perspective on the importance of education and the impact it can have on individuals and communities.One of the most striking aspects of the book is Mortenson's unwavering commitment to his cause. Despite facing numerous obstacles and setbacks, he never wavered in his determination to build schools and provide education to children in these remote regions. His resilience andperseverance in the face of adversity are truly inspiring, and they serve as a powerful reminder of the differencethat one person can make in the world. Mortenson's story is a testament to the power of determination and the impact that one individual can have on the lives of others.Another important theme in the book is the transformative power of education. Mortenson's efforts to build schools and provide education to children in these remote regions have had a profound impact on the communities he has worked with. The book highlights the transformative effect that education can have onindividuals and communities, and it serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of access to education for all. Through his work, Mortenson has helped to empower countless individuals and communities, and he has demonstrated the power of education to break the cycle of poverty and ignorance.In addition to the themes of determination and the transformative power of education, Three Cups of Tea also serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of culturalunderstanding and respect. Mortenson's success in building schools and promoting education in these remote regions was largely due to his ability to understand and respect the local culture and traditions. His willingness to immerse himself in the local customs and traditions, and his respect for the people he was working with, were essential to his success. The book serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of cultural understanding and respect in promoting positive change and building bridges between different communities.Overall, Three Cups of Tea is a powerful and inspiring book that serves as a reminder of the impact that one individual can have on the world. Mortenson's dedication and perseverance, combined with his commitment to education and cultural understanding, have had a profound impact on the lives of countless individuals and communities. After reading the book, I was deeply moved by Mortenson's story and inspired by his example. I gained a new appreciationfor the transformative power of education and the importance of cultural understanding and respect in promoting positive change. Three Cups of Tea is a powerfulreminder that, with determination and a commitment to education and understanding, it is possible to make a difference in the world.。
(完整word版)ReadingafterThreeCupsofTea
Reading after Three Cups of Tea’Here we drink three cups of tea to do business; the first you are a stranger， the second you become a friend， and the third, you join our family， and for our family we are prepared to do anything - even die.’ - Haji Ali, Korphe Village Chief, Karakoram mountains, Pakistan。
A people makes a dream become true after a long adventure with much kindness of a pretty of people. Three Cups of Tea is a great book which can be used in order to examine oneself. What can we do for our children？ Can we give our children the most cheerful gifts? Reading after Three Cups of Tea，I look back at my past experience and think of a proverb，‘The darker the sky is, the brighter the stars are。
The principal writer of Three Cups of Tea is a mountaineer who named Greg Mortensen; his partner is a famous journalist who named David Oliver Relin. The book accounts a soul—stirring journey. In 1993, after a terrifying and disastrous attempt to climb K2, Mortensen drifted, cold and dehydrated， into an impoverished Pakistan village in the Karakoram Mountains。
高级英语（1）第三版Lesson8ThreeCupsofTea翻译答案
高级英语（1）第三版Lesson8ThreeCupsofTea翻译答案Lesson 8 Three Cups of Tea (Excerpts)Translation1.当他被人从河里救出来时，几乎半死不活了。
2.在我上一次访问这个村子时，那里还没有学校。
现在一所小学已经屹立在山顶上。
3.他恢复了知觉，睁开眼睛，想努力搞清楚发生了什么事，为什么他躺在那里。
4.展览会上最吸引观众的是新奇的电子产品。
5.温室里的许多奇花异草引起大家争先拍照。
6.这位作家出生于一个大家庭，他的家谱可以追溯到十五代以前。
7.当地少数民族在杀牲口前，先要举行一番宗教仪式，请求上苍允许他们杀生。
8.村民们贫穷的事实并非说明他们就愚昧无知。
9.志愿者们的共同努力使得项目开展起来了。
10.登山者感到头晕，几乎站立不住，一是由于过度疲劳，也是因为太饥饿了。
参考译文1.When he was saved from the river, he was more dead than alive.2.On my previous visit, there was no school, but now one stands on the mountain.3.As he came to himself, he opened his eyes, trying to figure out waht had happened and why he was lying there.4.At the exhibition there were many novel electronic products that attracted the attention of visitors.5.People were keen on taking pictures of the many exotic flowers and plants in the greenhouse.6.This writer came from a large, prominent family whose genealogy streches back fifteen generations.7.Before killing an animal, the indigenous ethnic people usually hold rituals to request permission from their God.8.The fact that the villagers are poor doesn’t mean they are ignorant or stupid.9.The volunteers made concerted efforts and got the project off the ground.10.The climber felt so dizzy that he could hardly stand up, as much from over exhaustion as from starvation.。
Three Cups of Tea读后感
Three Cups of TeaThe first cup of tea is bitter if life, second cup of tea, sweet as love. The third cup of tea light if the breeze. Maybe we can't go climbing, also does not have the ability to help the poor lack, however, three cups of tea flavor, also let we drink to the heart and love of power.Persian proverb: sky more when it's dark, the more you can see the stars. Struggle in the hardship of the people. Therefore, more eager to see the dawn of hope and love. In Mortenson so, in Seoul flying, people is also, let sad desire deep in the heart, never give up, the permanent hope. Allah said, broken is my heart love. Did so far, broken is also a beautiful, life is the experience was more will be gentle and strong, Ren broken heart is sad to bloom; promise is also a responsibility, people have this play was more will love full, moved to breed strength.The boundless Twilight gray, immersed in the leisurely tea, moved in silence.Later, just like a cup of tea this story. Greg Mortenson, a Book of the same name, the author, he has experience as a prototype, wrote the book. There is no rhetoric of Three Cups of Tea , tirelessly telling Mortenson true story, with a warm and fresh fragrance, refreshing. The story protagonist, or out to let the children education is willing to read, or for want to honor their commitment of obsession, in the sense of fate, many people have been implicated in together, and this, to maintain this many people, but also the achievements of a lot of good things, is a very strong to the desire to achieve the idea.。
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Reading after Three Cups of Tea
'Here we drink three cups of tea to do business; the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third, you join our family, and for our family we are prepared to do anything - even die.' - Haji Ali, Korphe Village Chief, Karakoram mountains, Pakistan. A people makes a dream become true after a long adventure with much kindness of a pretty of people. Three Cups of Tea is a great book which can be used in order to examine oneself. What can we do for our children? Can we give our children the most cheerful gifts? Reading after Three Cups of Tea, I look back at my past experience and think of a proverb, ‘The darker the sky is, the brighter the stars are.
The principal writer of Three Cups of Tea is a mountaineer who named Greg Mortensen; his partner is a famous journalist who named David Oliver Relin. The book accounts a soul-stirring journey. In 1993, after a terrifying and disastrous attempt to climb K2, Mortensen drifted, cold and dehydrated, into an impoverished Pakistan village in the Karakoram Mountains. Luckily, he was rescued by Pakistani villagers, and he was coming bake to life there. In the process of recuperating, he found that eighty-four children of the village were sitting outside the door, doing their study near the mud floor. It was even impossible for this village to spend one dollar to explore a teacher one day. Moved by the inhabitants' kindness, he promised to return and build a school. He stepped over the main source of T aliban, and over the next decade he built not just one but fifty-five schools - especially for girls - in remote villages across the forbidding and breathtaking landscape of Pakistan and Afghanistan. In the beginning of the work, he did not confident that he could carry out the promise. He tried to write to five hundred and eighty celebrities, businessmen and other American masters to ask for their help, but the result was disappointing, he just got one hundred dollars. Then, he had to sell his assets, and he only raised two
thousand dollars. When the students of Falls River Elementary School of Wisconsin donated 623 U.S dollars in cents to him, adults paid more and more attention on the event. After 12 years, Mortensen built 55 Schools. While he treated constructing the school with American anxious attitude, the village head told him about the custom of Three Cups of Tea. Mortensen as a patience audient was extremely moving.
The book has the theme of the Americans who represent Civilization and Humanitarian confronting Religious extremism in Central Asia, simultaneously, it is full of dramatic elements of a courage hero deeply went into the den of tiger alone. Three Cups of Tea is not the experience of an unforgettable adventure, but also a story of a person how to change the world. Mortensen’s actions inspire the ripples of my chest. Undoubtedly, the children are lucky, they hold the right of receiving education; also Mortensen is blessed, people response his call at last; I, as a reader, am fortunate, because I realize th e writer’s fearless dedication by reading the book.
Mortensen took a trip as a commitment to life, and he changed lives of the persons which he met on the way. He used the words to contact the unrelated people. It is a legend the writer make me to jump into the sea of love, and I smell the tea aroma. Mortensen tells me that what is love. Because of love, he could solve every problem and obtain the achievement. He also tells that never giving up is the magic of carry out my dream. With love and determine, I can do difficult things, although somebody think it is impossible. I am also moving about his courage; only one person in order to carry out his promise can do many things he can not think about it before. But he gets it. He brings us the hopes, his love will never pass away when times flies. The steps of Mortensen are in the road, I want to walk with him.。