there is no context.
Solely=onely or only
scope=range
affection=love? ""disposition or rare state of mind or body"[1] that is often associated with a feeling or type of love."(://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection)
他们爱着我们，仅因为我们的存在； （也仅需要）以我们存在的范围（力量，所能做到的事）就能使得我们感到惊讶。
大概就是说，我们“存在”本身就是一种精神上的鼓舞，我们的存在能有很多正面的影响。
成天发心灵鸡汤的人心里是什么
是对这个人生有着美好的期待
心灵鸡汤的由来，什么是心灵鸡汤心灵鸡汤，就是“充满知识、智慧和感情的话语”，柔软、温暖，充满正能量。可以怡情，作阅读快餐；亦可移情，挫折、抑郁时，疗效直逼“打鸡血”。这也是“心灵鸡汤”风靡不衰的原因。大众化口味，励志化包装，快餐式文字，无需动脑就可大快朵颐。当前快节奏的生活和无处不在的压力，偶尔也需要这种激励味十足的“语言艺术治疗”。但其中的知识有可能存在谬误，也存在把心灵鸡汤套上名人的“张冠李戴”的现象。[1]
2014年4月网路刮起一阵“反心灵鸡汤”旋风。[1] 用来反讽内容陈词滥调，过于功利或空乏，令人麻木的文章。
微信里有没有天天发心灵鸡汤，鸡汤句子的人首先，一个人的思想，是在自己人生经历中，经历过成功失败、开心伤感，才领悟和参透出来的，而非你发篇鸡汤我就马上大彻大悟，否则，成思想家了。
天天发心灵鸡汤的励志话在空间是什么人？就是个只会说做不到的人
总爱发心灵鸡汤的人代表了什么一般是一些天真傻傻的浪漫主义者，孤陋寡闻。他的心肠太过于善良，智商低，情商高。即使被别人骗了，他们也仍然相信未来的世界很美好，想得开。还有，他们喜欢逞强、喜欢把烦恼憋在心里不说出来、喜欢感动自己，哪怕是学会做小的不能再小的事，仍然觉得成就感。哎，心疼心疼……如此老好人吧……
搞外贸的天天发心灵鸡汤是不是工作
*** 呗，这个职业最苦逼，被小老板骗去忽悠老外，有本事谁做外贸，去大城市当外企白领多体面，要饭都不干外贸。
《心灵鸡汤Ⅰ》、《心灵鸡汤Ⅱ》和《心灵鸡汤Ⅲ》分别是指三本书吗？分别指《心灵鸡汤Ⅰ》、《心灵鸡汤Ⅱ》和《心灵鸡汤Ⅲ》这三本书
怎么追一个天天发心灵鸡汤的女生她一定是个忍受不了孤独的人，非常需要朋友来聆听她。这种人很多的，确实也不太好应付。其实这类人也比较敏感，如果你在电话里态度稍微冷漠一点，她就会感觉到，久而久之，她便不会来打扰你了。不过这样确实会让她不开心，但毕竟你也有自己的事情。不过一段时间之后，她应该回去找别人诉说的。你可以这样，直接或间接地表明你的态度之后，并且她不再像现在这样打扰你了，你可以在你有空时，主动给她拨一通电话，问问她最近好不好，她应该会更开心
发心灵鸡汤的人？ 是不是曾经受伤过？ 是不是想用心灵鸡汤疗伤？这个不一定哟！每个人想法不一样！也许某一点戳中了自己！
心灵鸡汤是什么？是一个书的系列名称，原版为英文，中国市场有中文版，中英文对照版，分许多不同的方向，主要是成长过程中的生活哲理，寓意比较深，文笔比较优美，可以借阅或者购买摘抄
《三傻大闹宝莱坞》、《刺激 1995》、《搏击俱乐部》、《机器 人总动员》、《杀死比尔》、 《低俗》、《落水狗》、《 牛郎》 、 《洋葱**》 、 《蝴蝶效应》 、 《诺丁山》 、 《两杆大烟枪》 、 《摇滚黑帮》、《十诫》、《黑道当家》、《一酷到底》、《热带惊 雷》、《叫我第一名》
说到这个武汉的新洲区的道观河风景区，那就要提到一个来来自东晋的道士，正因为他，原版这个叫“倒灌河”的地方才改名为了道观河。这个地方原本是一防洪灌溉为主的，水库的水非常的清澈。除了水之外，还有很多风景名胜。那么这个道观河风景区要门票吗？下面就和小编一起来看看吧！
1、道观河风景区要门票吗当然是要的。大门票是30元一个人，报恩寺3元一个人，玉石博览馆10元一个人。
2、道观河风景区介绍道观河水库始建于1956年，是一座以防洪灌溉为主，兼顾养殖业综合利用工程。主要南北干渠两道，全长40km。水库库容1．09m3，承雨面积达到108．84平方千米，气势磅礴，一望无际，水库酷似一个巨大的银钟，镶嵌在群山之中，库水清澈见底，碧波荡漾。
道观河地区的地貌一如它的身世坎坷起伏。东部是连绵的山丘，西部是丘陵岗地。一条河流，四季潺潺，自东向西而去，因该河与我国绝大多数河流的流向相反（自西向东），因此人们称之为倒灌河。自东晋时有一著名道士羡慕此地风水，前来筑室炼丹，后来得道成仙。世人为了纪念他，于是将该河流改称道观河。
3、交通指南在武汉市新荣客运汽车站（轻轨一号线新荣站旁）乘坐汉口——道观河专线车直达新洲区道观河风景旅游区，也可乘坐汉口——新洲专线车到新洲区邾城客运站转新洲——道观河专线车到达道观河风景旅游区。
4、推荐行程早8：00在从新荣村乘车——约9：30抵达道观河风景区——游览报恩寺（1-1.5小时）——游览世界宝玉石馆（约需半小时）——11：30可乘车至汪集镇品尝汪集鸡汤——约下午3：00左右可返回武汉（将军山、保安寨等景点可以省去）
It was a freezing day, a few years ago, when I stumbled upon a wallet in the street. There was no identification inside. Just three dollars, and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years.
The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1924 — almost 60 years ago. I read it carefully, hoping to find some clue to the identity of the wallet's owner.
It was a "Dear John" letter. The writer, in a delicate script, told the recipient, whose name was Michael, that her mother forbade her to see him again. Nevertheless, she would always love him. It was signed Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter. But there was no way, beyond the name Michael, to identify the owner. Perhaps if I called information the operator could find the phone number for the address shown on the envelope.
"Operator, this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet I found. Is there any way you could tell me the phone number for an address that was on a letter in the wallet?" The operator ge me her supervisor, who said there was a phone listed at the address, but that she could not give me the number. However, she would call and explain the situation. Then, if the party wanted to talk, she would connect me. I waited a minute and she came back on the line. "I he a woman who will speak with you."
I asked the woman if she knew a Hannah.
"Oh, of course! We bought this house from Hannah's family thirty years ago."
"Would you know where they could be located now?" I asked.
"Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home years ago. Maybe the home could help you track down the daughter."
The woman ge me the name of the nursing home. I called and found out that Hannah's mother had died. The woman I spoke with ge me an address where she thought Hannah could be reached. I phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. She ge me the number. I called and was told, "Yes, Hannah is with us." I asked if I could stop by to see her. It was almost 10 p.m. The director said Hannah might be asleep. "But if you want to take a chance, maybe she's in the day room watching television." The director and a guard greeted me at the door of the nursing home. We went up to the third floor and saw the nurse, who told us that Hannah was indeed watching TV.
We entered the day room. Hannah was a sweet, silver-haired old-timer with a warm smile and friendly eyes. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw it, she took a deep breath. "Young man," she said, "this letter was the last contact I had with Michael." She looked away for a moment, then said pensively, "I loved him very much. But I was only six and my mother felt I was too young. He was so handsome. You know, like Sean Connery, the actor."
We both laughed. The director then left us alone. "Yes, Michael Goldstein was his name. If you find him, tell him I still think of him often. I never did marry," she said, smiling through tears that welled up in her eyes. "I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah, said good-bye and took the elevator to the first floor. As I stood at the door, the guard asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I he a last name. But I probably won't pursue it further for a while." I explained that I had spent almost the whole day trying to find the wallet's owner.While we talked, I pulled out the brown-leather case with its red-lanyard lacing and showed it to the guard. He looked at it closely and said, "Hey, I'd know that anywhere. That's Mr. Goldstein's. He's always losing it. I found it in the hall at least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked. "He's one of the old-timers on the eighth floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet, for sure. He goes out for a walk quite often."
I thanked the guard and ran back to the director's office to tell him what the guard had said. He accompanied me to the eighth floor. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
"I think he's still in the day room," the nurse said. "He likes to read at night...a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had lights on, and there was a man reading a book. The director asked him if he had lost his wallet. Michael Goldstein looked up, felt his back pocket and then said, "Goodness, it is missing."
"This kind gentleman found a wallet. Could it be yours?"
The second he saw it, he smiled with relief. "Yes," he said, "that's it. Must he dropped it this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"Oh, no thank you," I said. "But I he to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face diseared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was?" I hesitated.
"Please tell me!" Michael urged.
"She's fine, and just as pretty as when you knew her."
"Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow."
He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something? When that letter came, my life ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her."
"Michael," I said. "Come with me." The three of us took the elevator to the third floor. We walked toward the day room where Hannah was sitting, still watching TV. The director went over to her.
"Hannah," he said softly. "Do you know this man?" Michael and I stood waiting in the doorway.
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
"Hannah, it's Michael. Michael Goldstein. Do you remember?"
"Michael? Michael? It's you!"
He walked slowly to her side. She stood and they embraced. Then the two of them sat on a couch, held hands and started to talk. The director and I walked out, both of us crying.
"See how the good Lord works," I said philosophically. "If it's meant to be. It will be." Three weeks later, I got a call from the director who asked, "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Yup, Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a lovely wedding, with all the people at the nursing home joining in the celebration. Hannah wore a beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. The home ge them their own room, and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 78-year old groom acting like two -agers, you had to see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
是这个吗？
其实，心灵鸡汤每一本都有不同的风格，我都看完了，其实呢，我建议你看原版，也就是外国人写的，忘了名字，很出名，风靡全世界，心灵鸡汤主要教育，如何做人，只要看了有意义就行，你不知道选，说明你喜欢它，所以我建议，书还是你自己选的，我认为只要能起到教育意义，不是盗版都是值得一看的，“为您的心灵，送上一碗回味无穷的鸡汤”
