英语经典美文(合集)
无论是在学校还是在社会中，大家都接触过美文吧？随着时代的发展，读者对美文的要求也在不断变化，因此人们对美文的要求也在不断变化，你知道写美文的精髓是什么吗？以下是小编精心整理的英语经典美文，仅供参考，欢迎大家阅读。
英语经典美文1
I think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. It begins with innocent childhood, followed by awkward adolescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society, with its young passions and follies, its ideals and ambitions; then it reaches a manhood of intense activities, profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature; at middle age, there is a slight easing of tension, a mellowing of character like the ripening of fruit or the mellowing of good wine, and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant, more cynical and at the same time a kindlier view of life; then In the sunset of our life, the endocrine glands decrease their activity, and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern according to it, it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment; finally, life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep, never to wake up again.
One should be able to sense the beauty of this rhythm of life, to appreciate, as we do in grand symphonies, its main theme, its strains of conflict and the final resolution. The movements of these cycles are very much the same in a normal life, but the music must be provided by the individual himself. In some souls, the discordant note becomes harsher and harsher and finally overwhelms or submerges the main melody. Sometimes the discordant note gains so much power that the music can no longer go on, and the individual shoots himself with a pistol or jump into a river. But that is because his original leitmotif has been hopelessly over-showed through the lack of a good self-education. Otherwise the normal human life runs to its normal end in kind of dignified movement and procession. There are sometimes in many of us too many staccatos or impetuosos, and because the tempo is wrong, the music is not pleasing to the ear; we might have more of the grand rhythm and majestic tempo o the Ganges, flowing slowly and eternally into the sea.
No one can say that life with childhood, manhood and old age is not a beautiful arrangement; the day has its morning, noon and sunset, and the year has its seasons, and it is good that it is so. There is no good or bad in life, except what is good according to its own season. And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem. Shakespeare has expressed this idea more graphically in his passage about the seven stages of life, and a good many Chinese writers have said about the same thing. It is curious that Shakespeare was never very religious, or very much concerned with religion. I think this was his greatness; he took human life largely as it was, and intruded himself as little upon the general scheme of things as he did upon the characters of his plays. Shakespeare was like Nature itself, and that is the greatest compliment we can pay to a writer or thinker. He merely lived, observed life and went away.
英语经典美文2
There is a big bed , a small desk , a shelf and a closet in my room. The bed is near the desk . There is a shelf near the closet too . Many good books are in the shelf . I like the books very much . Oh , yes , There is a big board on the wall . I often write and draw pictures on the board .
Oh , My bedroom is too beautiful . I like it very much . Do you like my room? Can you tell me about your room , please ?
英语经典美文3
I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.
"I'm young again!" she shouts exuberantly.
As my friend raves on about her new love, I've taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.
When my friend asked me "What will make this love last?" I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, communication. Yet there's more. We still have fun. Spontaneous good times. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy simply being together.
And there are surprises. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I opened the door to find Scott holding a "pot of gold" (my cooking kettle) and the "treasure" of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his pillow.
There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids—and even him-to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.
There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens—we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas about the book after I'd read it.
There is forgiveness. When I'm embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug and said, "It's okay. It's only money."
There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it's been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman who'd had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the woman's husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself. Because of the medical crisis. Because there were still people who have been married 40 years. Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.
There is faith. Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after porce. On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer's disease on her father-in-law's personality. On Friday a childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her father had died. I hung up the phone and thought, This is too much heartache for one week. Through my tears, as I went out to run some errands, I noticed the boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus outside my window. I heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played. I caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor's house. The bride, dressed in satin and lace, tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends. That night, I told my husband about these events. We helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows. It was enough to keep us going.
Finally, there is knowing. I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper every night; he'll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the box. He knows that I sleep with a pillow over my head; I'll lock us out of the house at a regular basis, and I will also eat the last chocolate.
I guess our love lasts because it is comfortable. No, the sky is not bluer: it's just a familiar hue. We don't feel particularly young: we've experienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies, and created our memories.
I hope we've got what it takes to make our love last. As a bride, I had Scott's wedding band engraved with Robert Browning's line "Grow old along with me!" We're following those instructions.
If anything is real, the heart will make it plain.
最好的爱
我有一个朋友，她掉进爱里了。她发自内心地说，天空是蓝的。莫扎特感动她流泪。她瘦了15磅，看起来像个封面女郎。
“我又年轻了！”她欢呼道。
我的朋友对她的新欢赞不绝口，我审视了我的旧爱。我丈夫近20年，史葛，已获得15英镑。曾经有一个马拉松运动员，他现在只能在医院大厅里跑。他前额的头发越来越少，他的身体显示长时间工作的痕迹和太多的糖果。但他仍然可以给我一个肯定的目光穿过餐厅的桌子，我想要求检查和头家。
当我的朋友问我“什么会使这个爱最后？”我跑过所有显而易见的原因：承诺，共同的兴趣，无私奉献，身体的吸引，沟通。还有更多。我们仍然有乐趣。自发的好时光。昨天，橡皮筋后从卷起的报纸，史葛开玩笑地弹了我：这LED的全面战争。上星期六在杂货店，我们分开的名单，并互相比赛，看看谁能使它的结帐第一。即使洗盘子也能爆炸。我们享受仅仅是在一起。
还有惊喜。一天我回到家，发现门上有一张纸条，LED我另一张便条，然后另一个，直到我走到壁橱。我打开门，发现史葛拿着一个“金罐”（我的烹饪壶）和一个礼品包的“宝”。有时我把他在镜子上留着，小礼物放在他的枕头下。
有理解。我明白他为什么要和那家伙打篮球。他明白为什么，一年一次，我必须离开家里，孩子们，甚至他去见我的姐妹几天不停地说话和笑。
有分享。我们不仅可以分担家庭的忧虑和父母的负担，我们也分享想法。史葛上个月从一个会议上回到家，并送给我一部厚厚的历史小说。虽然他更喜欢恐怖和科幻小说，他却在飞机上阅读的小说。当他解释这是因为他想在我读到它的那本书的时候，我的心是因为他想交换意见。
有宽恕。当我尴尬地大声疯狂聚会，史葛原谅我。当他承认在股市上失去了一些积蓄时，我给他一个拥抱，说：“这很好。这只是钱。”
敏感度。上周，他走到门口，告诉我，这是一个艰难的日子。他和孩子们呆了一段时间后，我问他发生了什么事。他告诉我一个60岁的女人，她有一个中风。他回忆起那个女人的丈夫站在她床边他哭了，抚摸着她的手。他将如何告诉这个丈夫的40年，他的妻子可能永远不会恢复？我流下了几滴眼泪。因为医疗危机。因为还有人已经结婚40年。因为我丈夫在医院病房和临终病人的'年后仍然感动和关心。
有信仰。上个星期二，一位朋友来了，并承认她担心她的丈夫正在失去他与癌症的斗争的勇气。星期三，我和一位正在苦苦挣扎着要离婚的朋友一起去吃午饭的时候和一个朋友一起去吃午餐。星期四，一位邻居打电话给她说，她公公的性格是老年痴呆症的可怕影响。星期五，一个儿时的朋友打长途电话告诉我她的父亲去世了。我挂了电话，想了想，这是太多的心痛了一个星期。通过我的眼泪，因为我出去办点事，我看到窗外的鲜艳夺目的橙色剑兰。我听到我儿子和他的朋友们玩的高兴的笑声。我看见一个来自邻居家的婚礼聚会。新娘穿着缎和花边，把她的花束抛给她的欢呼的朋友们。那天晚上，我跟我丈夫说了这些事情。我们互相帮助，承认生命的轮回，并将快乐与悲伤对抗。这足以让我们继续前进。
最后，知道。我知道史葛每天晚上都会给他洗衣服，他会迟到，他会晚到大多数的约会，吃最后一块巧克力在盒子里。他知道我的头枕着枕头睡觉，我会定期把我们关在家里，我也会吃上最后一块巧克力。
我想我们的爱会持续，因为它很舒服。不，天空不蓝：它还是我熟悉的色彩。我们不觉得特别年轻：我们经历了太多的事情，这对我们的成长和智慧有助于我们的身体，并创造了我们的记忆。
我希望我们得到了什么，使我们的爱情。作为一个新娘，我有史葛的婚礼乐队刻着罗伯特的“与我一起变老了！”我们遵循这些指令。
如果一切都是真的，心就会受伤
英语经典美文4
Do you fear the wind?
Do you fear the force of the wind,The slash of the rain?
Go face them and fight them,Be savage again.
Go hungry and cold like the wolf,Go wade like the crane:
The palms of your hands will thicken,The skin of your cheek will tan,Youll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,But youll walk like a man!
英语经典美文5
Battle of the Blockbusters
Cinema goers in the UK are licking their lips in anticipation of the films to be released in time for the Christmas holidays. And this year it looks like they will be spoiled for choice as fantasy films continue to dominate the Christmas market.
The latest Harry Potter adventure, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, has already become the most successful film in UK cinema history, earning over ￡14 million (130 million RMB) in the first three days of its release. Fans of the franchise have been flocking to cinemas all over the country to watch Harry's progress.
But if Harry thinks he's going to have it all his own way this year, he may be in for a surprise. That's because a new blockbuster saga is on its way to UK cinema screens.
Based on the classic novels of CS Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe poses a threat to the dominance of the Harry Potter films. The film follows the adventures of three children who discover a gateway to the magical world of Narnia. Once they have entered Narnia they become involved in a war between good and evil.
The producers of the Narnia films will be hoping to emulate the success of the Lord of the Rings films which topped the Christmas box office between 20xx and 20xx. Since the Narnia novels have sold more than 65 million copies worldwide, it seems likely that the films will also be a runaway success.
However, there is one other fictional heavyweight who could challenge Harry Potter's hold over the Christmas audience. King Kong roars his way back onto the silver screen on 14th December. Directed by Lord of the Rings director, Peter Jackson, this film is a big-budget remake of the 1933 classic. The giant ape has been recreated digitally and is more life-like and terrifying than ever.
So whether you are a fan of monster monkeys, schoolboy wizards or enchanted worlds, it looks like this Christmas will be a great time for going to the movies.
英语经典美文6
在繁忙的生活中，不要忘记适时地停下脚步，闻一闻玫瑰花的香气，感受一下雨后空气的清新。生命短暂，时光流逝如白驹过隙一般。我们应该尽情地享受这美好的时光。
I have grown up and lived near water my entire life and l have witnessed the ocean's power in all forms. It can bring the simplest beauty in the gift of a shell or the harshest danger from the pull of a rip tide.
我生长在海边，一生都在海边度过，因此，我见证了大海各种各样的力量。大海可以通过贝壳展现最纯朴的美，也能够用惊涛骇浪带来最严酷的危害。
The waves, currents, and tides of the sea are much the same as the ups, downs and precariousness of life itself. Just as the ocean can be a mix of tranquility and disturbance so can life be a mix of calm and duress.
大海的波涛、水流与潮汐，与人生的跌宕起伏非常相似。大海可以风平浪静也可以波涛汹涌，人生也是如此，可以容纳平静与束缚。
The lessons of the sea, both good and bad, have followed me through my personal and professional life. And I have learned that I can often reflect on these and lead a more meaningful life of inner peace.
在我的个人生活与职业生涯中，大海教会我的东西很多，有好的也有坏的。而且我还发现，如果自己能经常仔细思考这些，就会过上内心平静、更具意义的生活。
It is about accepting life's balance of nature as reflected in the waters of the ocean. Facing challenges will always be a part of life, but I have learned from the sea how to face them with calm. As seaman and divers have discovered,many essential skills at sea run parallel to lessons for living a meaningful, peaceful life.
通过对海浪的思考，我学习接受生活的本质——平衡。生活中，人们总是需要面临各种各样的挑战，但是我从大海中学习到怎样才能平静地面对挑战。水手和潜水者们都发现，许多从海洋中学到的经验在把生活过得平静且充满意义这一过程中同样适用。
Sometimes body surfing can turn into an all-out knockdown fest from the ocean. Wave after wave seems to come quicker before you can catch a good one. And dodging, diving and coming up for air before the next one strikes can send you swimming for shore.
有时，人体冲浪会演变成全力以赴对抗大海的狂欢。在你捕捉到适宜的`海浪之前，浪潮一浪又一浪地涌向你，越来越快。在海浪把你冲到岸边之前，要注意躲闪、潜伏、抬头换气。
Challenges in life seem to come in waves and we can find our dexterity for handling tough situations waning.Face those waves head on just like a boat, or else you'll capsize. If you procrastinate. whine, and complain about the hard situations in life, the waves of difficulties will roll you upside down. Be proactive when facing down a challenge.Be determined to solve your problems, or life will be determined to knock you down like a rogue wave.
生活中的挑战似乎也是一波一波到来的，而且我们会发现自己处理棘手情况的能力正在减弱。面对挫折就好比迎着海浪前进的航船，一不小心就会倾覆。如果你犹豫不决、悲悲戚戚、牢骚满腹地抱怨生活的艰难，那么一浪又一浪的困境将会让你摔个底朝天。在面临挑战的时候，你要主动出击。你必须下定决心去解决自己的问题，否则生活将会像滔天的巨浪一样把你击倒。
英语经典美文7
苹果树
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and lay around it every day. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
很久很久以前，有一棵又高又大的苹果树。一位小男孩，天天到树下来，他爬上去摘苹果吃，在树荫下睡觉。他爱苹果树，苹果树也爱和他一起玩耍。
Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
后来，小男孩长大了，不再天天来玩耍。一天他又来到树下，很伤心的样子。
“Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy. “I am no longer a kid, I don’t play around trees anymore.” The boy replied, “I want toys. I need money to buy them.”
苹果树要和他一起玩，男孩说：“不行，我不小了，不能再和你玩，我要玩具，可是没钱买。”
“Sorry, but I don’t have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
苹果树说：“很遗憾，我也没钱，不过，把我所有的果子摘下来卖掉，你不就有钱了?”男孩十分激动，他摘下所有的苹果，高高兴兴地走了。然后，男孩好久都没有来。苹果树很伤心。
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. “Come and play with me,” the tree said. “I don’t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, but I don’t have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.”
有一天，男孩终于来了，树兴奋地邀他一起玩。男孩说：“不行，我没有时间，我要替家里干活呢，我们需要一幢房子，你能帮忙吗?”“我没有房子，”苹果树说，“不过你可以把我的树枝统统砍下来，拿去搭房子。”
So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
于是男孩砍下所有的树枝，高高兴兴地运走去盖房子。看到男孩高兴树好快乐。从此，男孩又不来了。树再次陷入孤单和悲伤之中。
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” the tree said. “I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” “Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. The tree was happy, but it was not true.
一年夏天，男孩回来了，树太快乐了：“来呀!孩子，来和我玩呀。”男孩却说：“我心情不好，一天天老了，我要扬帆出海，轻松一下，你能给我一艘船吗?”苹果树说：“把我的树干砍去，拿去做船吧!”于是男孩砍下了她的树干，造了条船，然后驾船走了，很久都没有回来。树好快乐……但不是真的。
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I don’t have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you...” the tree said.
许多年过去，男孩终于回来，苹果树说：“对不起，孩子，我已经没有东西可以给你了，我的苹果没了。”
“I don’t have teeth to bite,” the boy replied.
男孩说：“我的牙都掉了，吃不了苹果了。”
“No more trunk for you to climb on.”
苹果树又说：“我再没有树干，让你爬上来了。”
“I am too old for that now,” the boy said.
男孩说：“我太老了，爬不动了。”
“I really can’t give you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.
“我再也没有什么给得出手了……，只剩下枯死下去的老根，”树流着泪说。
“I don’t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years.” The boy replied.
男孩说：“这么多年过去了，现在我感到累了，什么也不想要，只要一个休息的地方。”
“Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest.” The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...
“好啊!老根是最适合坐下来休息的，来啊，坐下来和我一起休息吧!”男孩坐下来，苹果树高兴得流下了眼泪……
This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad... When we grown up, we left them, and only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.
这就是我们每个人的故事。这颗树就是我们的父母。小时候，我们喜欢和爸爸妈妈玩……长大后，我们就离开他们，只在需要什么东西或者遇到麻烦的时候，才回到他们身边。
No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy. You may think that the boy is cruel to the tree but that’s how all of us are treating our parents.
无论如何，父母永远都在那儿，倾其所有使你快乐。你可能认为这个男孩对树很残酷，但这就是我们每个人对待父母的方式。
Take time out during the day for quiet time to listen to your inner voice. You may want to use your quiet time to meditate or pray.
白天花些时间出去，独自倾听自己的心声。你可能想利用这段安静的时间沉思或祈祷。
However you use this time, the key is to shut out all of the noise around you by focusing deep within yourself.
无论如何利用这段时间，关键是要排除周围所有的噪音，关注自己的内心深处。
Breathing deeply during quiet time will also help you focus. I know it’s hard to find quiet time during a particularly busy day, but it’s so important — even if it’s just 10 minutes a day and you have to sneak away to get it.
安静的时间进行深呼吸也能帮你集中注意力。我知道在特别忙碌的日子找到安静的`时间很难，然而这很重要——即使一天只有10分钟，你也要溜开抓住它。
Quiet time can really make a difference in your life. It enables you to hear God speaking to your heart reminding you of His perfect love for you.
安静的时间确实能使你的生命变得不同，它促使你倾听上帝与你的心灵对话，使你想起他赋予你的完美的爱。
Be honest with yourself by paying attention to your actions. Actions speak louder than words, and they always tell the truth.
坦诚对己，注重行动吧。事实胜于雄辩，行动才能证明事实。
What do your actions say about you? If you say you love your job, but your actions say otherwise, which do you think is more true — your words or your actions?
你的行动是如何说明你的呢?如果你说热爱自己的工作，而你的行动正好相反，你认为哪个更有说服力呢——言语还是行动?
On the other hand, if you say you’re not good at a certain job, but your actions say otherwise, that’s also important.
另一方面，如果你说不擅长某项工作，但你的行动正好相反，这也很重要。
What do you do with this insight? You can use it to make more beneficial choices in your life. By being honest with yourself based on your previous actions, your actions moving forward will be based on truth instead of just what you tell yourself.
你怎么处理你这种能力?你可以由此在生活中做出更多的选择，坦诚对己也建立在以前的行为上，你以后的行动将会以事实为基础，而不只是你的言词。
Despite what your subconscious may be telling you, you can have love with no limits. The key is to unconditionally love yourself first.
不管你的潜意识告诉你什么，你都能够拥有无尽的爱，关键是首先你要无条件地爱自己。
英语经典美文8
Passage 7. Knowledge and Progress
Why does the idea of progress loom so large in the modern worldSurely because progress of a particular kind is actually taking place around usand is becoming more and more mankind has undergone no general improvement in intelligence or morality,it has made extraordinary progress in the accumulation of began to increase as soon as the thoughts of one individualcould be communicated to another by means of the invention of writing，a great advance was made,for knowledge could then be not only communicated but also made education possible, and education in its turn added to libraries:the growth of knowledge followed a kind of compound interest law,which was greatly enhanced by the invention of this was comparatively slow until, with the coming of science,the tempo was suddenly knowledge began to be accumulated according to a systematic trickle became a stream;the stream has now become a , as soon as new knowledge is acquired, it is now turned to practical is called “modern civilization” is not the result of a balanced development of all man's nature,but of accumulated knowledge applied to practical problem now facing humanity is:What is going to be done with all this knowledgeAs is so often pointed out, knowledge is a two-edged weaponwhich can be used equally for good or is now being used indifferently for any spectacle, for instance, be more grimly weirdthan that of gunners using science to shatter men's bodies while, close at hand,surgeons use it to restore themWe have to ask ourselves very seriously what will happen if this twofold use of knowledge,with its ever-increasing power, continues.
英语经典美文9
I will avoid with fury the killers of rastination I will destroy with action; Doubt I will bury with faith; Fear I will dismeber with e there are idle mouths I will listen not; Where there are idle hands I will linger not; Where there are idle bodies I will visit eforth I know that to court idleness is to steal food,clothing and warmth from those I love.I am not a thief.I am a man of love and today is my last chance to prove my love and my greatness. The duties of today I shall fulfill y I shall fondle my children while they are young; Tomorrow they will be gone,and so will y I shall embrance my woman with sweet kisses; tomorrow she will be gone,and so will y I shall lift up a friend in need;tomorrow he will no longer cry for help,nor will I hear his y I shall give myself in sacrifice and work;tomorrow I will have nothing to give,and there will be none to receive. And if it is the last,it will be my great day I will make the best day of my day I will drink every minute to its full.I will savor its taste and give thanks.I will make the every hour count and each minute I will trade only for something of value.I will labor harder than ever before and push my muscles until they cry for relief.
英语经典美文10
Perhaps it is the dream of everyone to be a good student at school, but quite a few students feel at a loss on how to make it. In my opinion, it is rather easy
if you can act on the following points.
First of all, make full use of your time and work hard. Don’t put off till tomorrow what should be done today, as time past will never come back. The fast developing society requires adequate knowledge, which presses us to spare no efforts to study. Of course, your hard work will be rewarded one day.
Secondly, use your own head and present your point of view. Credulous（轻信的）attitude will only make you take anything for granted. With your own judgment you will be able to tell right from wrong and set up your own theory.
Thirdly, set aside enough time for relaxation, entertainment, etc. don’t ignore the harm of all work and no play. Proper sports will build up your body and improve the efficiency of your studying.
To be a good student is easier said than done, for it needs a student’s consistent efforts. But nothing is difficult to a man if he puts his heart into it.
英语经典美文11
It was the golden season.I could see the yellow leaves floating on the cool wind.In such a season,I liked walking alone in ehe leaves,listening to the sound of them.
Autumn is a harvest season and life id uninteresting.The free days always get me down.But one day,the sound of a violin flowed into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains.I was so suprised that I jumped to see what it was.A young girl,standing in the wind,was last in playing her violin.I had never seen her before.The music was so attractive that I listened quietly.Lest in the music,I didn't realize that I had been standing there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her.
Leaves were still falling.Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building when I went downstairs to watch her performance.I was the only audience.The autunm seemed no longer lonely and life became interesting.Though we didn't know each other,I thought we were already good friends.I believes she also like me.
Autumn was nearly over.One day,when I was listening devotesly,the sound suddenly stopped.To my astonishment,the girl came over to me.
"You must like violin,"she said.
"Yes.And you play very well.Why did you stop?"I asked.
Suddenly, a sad expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual."I came here to see my grandmother.But mow I must leave.I once played very badly.It was your listening every day that encourage me."she said."In face,it was your playing that give me a meaningful autumn."I answered."Let eu be friends."The girl smiled and I smiled.
I never heard the play agin in my life.I no longer went downstairs to listen like before.Only thick leaves were left behind.But I will always remember the fine figure of the girl.She is like adream;so short,so bright,like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.
There are many kinds of friends.Some are always with you, but don't understand you.Some say only a few words to you,but are chose to you.Many people will step in yur life,but only true friends leave footprints.
I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the violin.She will always bring back the friendship between us.I know she will slways be my best friend.
英语经典美文12
Chinese Undergraduates in the US
Each year, elite American universities and liberal arts colleges, such as Yale, Harvard, Columbia, Amherst and Wellesley, offer a number of scholarships to Chinese high school graduates to study in their undergraduate programs.
Four years ago, I received such a scholarship from Yale.
What are these Chinese undergrads like? Most come from middle-class families in the big urban centers of China.
The geographical distribution is highly skewed, with Shanghai and Beijing heavily over-represented.
Outside the main pool, a number of Yale students come from Changsha and Ningbo,swhereseach year American Yale graduates are sent to teach English.
The overwhelming majority of Chinese undergraduates in the US major in science, engineering or economics.
Many were academic superstars in their high schools - gold medallists in international academic Olympiads or prize winners in national academic contests.
Once on US campuses, many of them decide to make research a lifelong commitment.
Life outside the classroom constitutes an important part of college life.
At American universities the average student spends less than thirteen hours a week in class.
Many Chinese students use their spare time to pick up some extra pocket money.
At Yale, one of the most common campus jobs is washing dishes in the dining halls.
Virtually all Chinese undergraduates at Yale work part-time in the dining halls at some point in their college years.
As they grow in age and sophistication, they upgrade to better-paying and less stressful positions.
The more popular and interesting jobs include working as a computer assistant, math homework grader, investment office assistant and lab or research assistant.
The latter three often lead to stimulating summer jobs.
Student activities are another prominent feature of American college life.
Each week there are countless student-organized events of all sorts - athletic, artistic, cultural, political or social (i.e.just for fun).
New student organizations are constantly being created, and Chinese undergrads contribute to this ferment.
Sport looms much larger on US campuses than in China.
At Yale, intramural sports from soccer to water polo take place all year long; hence athletic talent is a real social asset.
One of the Chinese students at Yale several years ago was a versatile sportsman.
His athletic talents and enthusiastic participation in sporting events, combined with his other fine qualities, made him a popular figure in his residential college.
英语经典美文13
where there is life, there is musicwhat is music, no one can explain.just imagine for a moment that you are sitting in a magnificent concert hall.
the conductor waves his shiny baton with a graceful swing through the air. a beautiful
melody floats slowly around youi like music from my childhood. my father often says when i was a baby i would
never go to sleep without soft, beautiful lullabies crooning around my ears . now
music is a part of my life. when i feel tired, disappointed or in low spirits, i usually
turn to music. music, nothing but only music can have so wonderful an effect on my
heart, on my pond of feeling.so dear friends, let’s open our arms to embrace music and enjoy it throughout
our lives. love music and love life. thank you.
英语经典美文14
The good books of the hour, then, --I do not speak of the bad ones—is simply the useful or pleasant talk of some person whom you cannot otherwise converse with, printed for you. Very useful often, telling you what you need to know; very pleasant often, as a sensible friend's present talk would be. These bright accounts of travels; good-humoured and witty discussion of . .
questions; lively or pathetic story-telling in the form of novel; firm fact-telling, by the real agents concerned in the events of passing history; --all these books of the hour, multiplying among us as education becomes more general, are a peculiar characteristic and possession of the present age: we ought to be entirely thankful for them, and entirely ashamed of ourselves if we make no good use of them. But we make the worse possible use, if we allow them to usurp the place of true books: for, strictly speaking, they are not books at all, but merely letters or newspapers in good print. Our friend's letter may be delightful, or necessary, today: whether worth keeping or not, is to be considered. (189 words)
英语经典美文15
The Damn Cape
When I was younger, before the reality of actually being a mom showed up with the birth of my first daughter, Madison, I had visionary ideas of the kind of mother I would be and the kind of environment I would raise my children in. Since Madison"s birth about eleven years ago, I have long given up any illusions about a perfectly immaculate and tidy house with an alphabetized pantry, clothes hung in idyllic wardrobes, fresh flower arrangements on tabletops and Martha Stewart dinners. I gave up sophomoric ideals of calmly chaperoning my children to ballet, soccer, gymnastics and play group, not to mention all the volunteer work I would do at the PTA, the library and the Mommy-and-Me classes. I was going to make artistic little cookies and cupcakes, snowmen on paper plates with cotton balls, valentines from doilies and - of course - handmade Halloween costumes.
As we all know, life doesn"t always turn out the way we envision it. It doesn"t mean that life is bad. In fact, more often than not, what we get is much better than we envision, but it is different. Instead of being an at-home mom, I work full-time and commute about four hours a day. With my schedule, it"s impossible to do all the parenting things I used to envision. I wouldn"t change the way things are, though. I love my job, and it"s a "me" thing. However, I still feel it"s important to do a lot of the other "mommy" things. My cookies aren"t artistic, but I do make them. I don"t cook like Martha Stewart, but I do make dinner on occasion. I have no idea what to do with paper plates, doilies or cotton balls, but I can draw a darn good butterfly tattoo with a gel pen.
Halloween is a big holiday for my kids, especially Madison, now eleven years old. Still, I have always felt bad that I never made her a costume. She"s always had great costumes, but I mean really "make" one - you know, with fabric, patterns, string and needles. For Christmas last year, Madison received a sewing machine (she"s much more domestic than I). This year, I decided I would make at least part of her costume. Madison wanted to be Lucilla, the emperor"s sister from Gladiator. We found the dress and accessories without a problem, but then she decided she wanted a cape. That"s when my life became hell.
When Madison said she wanted me to make her a cape, I was thrilled. I could make it, and it would be easy. Slap two pieces of material together, give it a tie and, voilà, you have a cape and a daughter who thinks you"re "the bomb."
My first mistake was taking Madison with me to the fabric store and letting her pick the pattern and fabrics. I couldn"t have possibly known that it was a mistake because I have never sewn a thing in my life and don"t have a clue what a pattern does, how it works or what it means. However, after finding myself capable of threading the machine (albeit with the instruction manual) after a mere four hours, I felt like a pro.
Madison picked out what I thought was a lovely cape pattern. I didn"t know what any of the number things meant on the package, so I just gave it to the nice lady at the really big cutting table and asked her to measure out the correct amounts of fabrics. Madison chose a cranberry velour for the outside of the cape and a cheery purple satin for the lining. When the nice lady at the really big cutting table measured out fourteen yards of fabric, I thought she was being generous so we could make a bedspread or tent or something with the leftovers.
I woke up early Sunday morning thinking I could surprise Madison by making the cape before church, which I was absolutely determined to get to. I pulled out the pattern. Hmm. Lots of puzzle-like pieces. Must be what they call "pattern pieces." They were numbered, which was good. Any moron can figure out that you put 1 with 2, 2 with 3, 3 with 4. I just hadn"t counted on 9 with 10, 15 with 16. It took me two hours to cut out the "pattern pieces" and another two hours to pin them to the fabric. I was running short on time. I didn"t want to miss church, but I couldn"t leave what I"d started where I started it. I had to move furniture in the living room to lay all the fabric out, and I could just imagine the fun my three-year-old would have if she woke up and saw it just waiting for her to play on. I said a quick prayer, asked for God"s forgiveness for missing church, and prayed there was a sewing saint to help me out. A little less than four hours later, I had the fabric cut and the first seam pinned together. I had no idea what the little black diamond things meant. I decided the pattern artist just put them there to make novices feel stupid. I ignored them. It was time to start sewing. By Sunday evening, I had the seams of the outside of the cape stitched neatly together. I figured I could wrap up the rest of the cape on Monday evening.
Monday evening, I raced home from work to get working on the cape. All I had to do was the lining and the hood and stitch everything together and hem it. Madison was so cute. She stayed in the room with me, trying to help as much as I would let her. She was so patient and smiled the whole time. I thought back to when I was her age. I would have been thinking about how pretty I would look in my costume and have fanciful imaginations about actually being the person I was portraying. I could tell from looking at Madison"s face that she was in the same dreamlike state. At that moment I thought, No matter how much work and time this takes, the look on Madison"s face is worth it. That"s about when things started going downhill.
I stitched the lining together without a hitch. I was thrilled. I laid out the velour, then laid out the lining on top of it, certain that putting the two together would be a snap. Madison"s face changed. "Mom, I think something"s wrong with that." She was pointing to the lining. I didn"t see it at first. And then my heart sank. I had sewn the eight panels of the lining right side up, wrong side up, right side up, wrong side up. I had to rip the whole thing apart and do it all over. I let out of stream of epithets that would make a sailor proud and ended with "damn cape."
Madison, bless her, said, "Mom, it"s okay. Just leave it. It"s just the lining. No one will see it." I gave her a hug. I think if Madison were anyone else, I would have left it, but I had seen the look on her face when she was thinking about how pretty she would look when she was dressed up, and I wanted it to be perfect for her. At least as perfect as I could make it. You see, Madison is a cancer survivor. She had cancer treatments, a bone marrow transplant and lots of complications suck up a majority of the last four years of her life. As far as I"m concerned, she has compromised enough. And I could do better than a badly sewn lining. That didn"t mean my language cleaned up much, but I did manage to rip the lining apart and get it re-sewn correctly . . . I think. It was almost midnight. I put the damn cape away for Tuesday.
I raced home from work on Tuesday, determined to finish the damn cape. I laid out the velour and the lining on top of it. I started pinning the two sides together. I think I figured out why I was supposed to cut those little black darts. I think maybe that"s what is used as a kind of guide to piece the pieces together. Maybe the pattern artist really wasn"t an evil person with an intelligence complex. I would remember that next time. Had to make do for now.
I don"t claim to know anything about fabric, but I have no doubt that the combination of velour and satin is about the most unfriendly combination you can encounter. The velour rolls up, you can"t find a straight line, the satin slips around everywhere. In fact, I think it"s an ideal way to torture hardened criminals. I don"t know how many hours it took me to pin the thing together, but my repertoire of profanity developed at an envious rate, always ending in "damn cape." Madison just sat with me patiently. I think she was praying - if not for the damn cape, for me not to go to hell for all the swearing.
Finally pinned, it was late, and I knew I wasn"t going to finish the cape, but I wanted to at least stitch the outside seams together. The fabric was so heavy and unwieldy, Madison had to help me. I slipped (okay, shoved) the first corner under the footer thing on the sewing machine and pressed the pedal. I had sewn about six inches when the machine stopped. I stepped on the pedal again . . . and again . . . and again. Nothing. I tried flipping buttons and knobs. I tried plugs. I tried the fuse box. Nothing. I then took swearing to a whole new art form, crescendoing at levels that Pavarotti would never attain, ending yet again with "damn cape." I threw the cape on the counter and went to bed.
Wednesday morning, I e-mailed my dear friend, Jo, who is an incredible seamstress and knows things about machinery. She e-mailed me back, "DON"T PANIC. We can do it at my house Friday night." That didn"t satisfy me. I called her at work. "IT"S TOO LATE! I"M ALREADY PANICKING!" She laughed at me. I swore at her and hung up.
Even though I was at work, my head was on the damn cape. And the sewing machine. I couldn"t imagine that it was broken after less than a year. Singer was going to get an all-fired-up letter from me with a good resounding "what for"! I found myself in the copy center at work, moaning and whining about the sewing machine and the cape fiasco. Jose, our wonderful copy center person, was there. Jose is a quiet guy. He often knows a lot more about a lot of things than people think, but he never says anything. He had "a look." (I thought if Jose knows more about that sewing machine than I do, I"ll wear a tiara and call myself Diana. I"ll be shopping for my tiara this weekend.) As it turns out, Jose used to fix sewing machines. Go figure. He said the velour fuzz had probably gummed up the machine and told me what to look for. He said if that didn"t work to bring it to work with me on Thursday and he would fix it.
I raced home from work on Wednesday and ran to the sewing machine. I pulled it apart and blew it all out. There sure was a lot of cranberry-colored stuff in there. I put the machine back together and gave it a test run. It worked! God bless Jose. In less than two hours I had the cape stitched together, complete with hood, and hemmed. It is a far cry from perfect and there"s no threat that Armani is going to try to lure me, but it is complete and Madison is happy with it. It"s huge. In fact, I think when Madison is done with it I"m going to use it as a car cover.
I like that I was able to make my daughter"s costume, in spite of, or maybe because of, the frustrations. The joy on her face was priceless, as was the time we spent together making it. There were also a lot of wonderful lessons. I taught my daughter all the words she shouldn"t use and their proper use. I learned that after thirty-seven years, I still don"t have any patience, and God still isn"t tired of trying to teach it to me. I learned that the little black diamonds are important and that not everyone is evil. I learned that the people you least expect it from can be your best resources. I learned that there is nothing more important, more rewarding, closer to heaven than being a mom . . . even if your name isn"t Martha Stewart.
My house is now completely trashed. My three-year-old has been without a bath for four days and naked most of that time. There are at least a dozen loads of laundry that need to be cleaned. I don"t remember when I checked the mailbox last. I should probably attend to these things now that the cape is finished. . . . Or I could just curl up with my babies under the damn cape.
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