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优美英语散文短篇篇1Relish the Moment.Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hills, of city skylines and village halls.But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering - waiting,waiting, waiting for the station.“When we reach the station, that will be it!” we cry. “When I’m 18.” “When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz.” “When I put the last kid through college.” “When I have paid off the mortgage.” “When I get a promotion.” “When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!”Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly out distances us.“Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: “This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunset, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough.优美英语散文短篇篇2I was six years old, my sister, Sally Kay, was a submissive three-year-old girl. For some reasons, I thought we needed to earn some money. I decided we should "hire out" as maids. We visited the neighbors, offering to clean houses for them for a quater cents. Reasonable as our offer was, there were no takers. But one neighbor telephoned my mother to let her know what Mary Alice and Sally Kay were doing.Mother had just hung up the phone when we came first into the back door into the kitchen of our apartement. "Girls," mother asked, "why were you two going around the neighborhood telling people you would clean their houses?" Mother wasn't angry with us. In fact, we learned afterwards she was amused that we had came up with such an idea.But, for some reason, we both denied having done any such thing. Shocked and terribly hurt that her dear little girls could be such "boldfaced liars" . Mother then told us that Mrs. Jones had just called and told her we had been to her house and said we would clean it for a quater cents .Faced with the truth, we admitted what we had done. Mother said we have fibed, we have not told the truth. She was sure that we knew better. She tried to explain why a fib hurt, but she didn't feel that we really understood.Years later, she told us that the lesson she came up with for trying to teach us to be truthful would probably have been found upon by child psychologists. The idea came to her in a flash, and a tender-hearted mother told us it was the most difficult lesson she ever taught us. It was a lesson we never forgot. After admonishing us, mother cheerfully begain preparing for lunch. As we monching on sandwhiches, she asked:" Would you two like to go to see the movies this afternoon?""Wow, would we ever?" We wondered what movie would be playing. Mother said:"The Matinee"."Oh, fatastic! We would be going to see The Matinee, would we lucky?" We got bathed and all dressed up. It was like getting ready for a birthday party. We hurried outside the apartment, not wanting to miss the bus that would take us downtown. On the landing, Mom stunned us by saying, "Girls, we are not going to the movies today." We didn't hear her right."What?" we objected. "What do you mean? Aren't we going to The Matinee? Mommy, you said that we are going to the Matinee. " Mother stooped and gathered us in her arms. I couldn't understand why there were tears in her eyes. We still had the time to get the bus, but hugging us, she gently explained this is a fib felt like. "It is important that what we say is true ," Mom said. "I fibbed to you just now and it felt awful to me. I don't ever want to fib again and I'm sure you don't want to fib again either. People must be able to believe each others. Do you understand? "We assured her that we understood. We would never forget. And since we had learned a lesson, why not go to the movie to see The Matinee. There were still time. Not today. Mother told us. We would go another time. That is how over fifty years ago, my sister and I learned to be truthful. We have never forgotten how much a fib can be hurt.优美英语散文短篇篇3If life is a river, it is the most exciting is that a section of |.Flowing a trickle of childhood, life began to restlessness, personality spray, a piece after piece of Pentium the melody of youth. It is surging, it's always a time of the wild and intractable, slap embankment, heaving ship of life.As an individual, water is gentle and weak, often easily conquered by other objects. As group. The water is tough, it can constantly wear stone, without fear of breaking off the mountains. So, water is the most talked about team spirit. Its initial exploration may be blind, but once it determines the future direction of its own, it will not hesitate to rush up, in the earth sketched out a trail of pioneers.A hedge between keeps friendship green. It is not big, it has a strong vitality, with flexible ways of showing the wisdom of waves, Jianxi, lakes, rivers, oceans, and even people's sweat and the eyes are the soul of the container. It corrects the coordinates of human relationships with detachment. So water is a gentleman in all things.We often say that only refers to the negative Fire and water have no mercy., it. As the source of all things, water is the most selfless, no matter where the creator sends it, it has no regrets. It enables life to continue, so that the mountains and rivers full of spirituality, with all things side by side to withstand the sun stillcan consume, together with the air to maintain the human emotions.The water of youth has never been so many scruples and rules and regulations, once the old river bed can not break the outbreak of youth, will break through the shackles, and create a new channel. Its thorough reflection of the world's bright, its simplicity is often easy to cause sediment mixed, its courage to frighten the road ahead of the trip stone, its unruly and often hurt innocent. Simple and complex intertwined, creation and destruction of the same life, this is the youth, a fast and colorful journey of life.Because the vibrant air peiran, so it often makes people worried about the fragile and even collapse. However, the youth of the river is never stop, despite the rapids reefs stop, stop it without determination. Conform to the laws of nature, mercilessly destroy waves after the waves did not figure, and so will most willing to to assist waves together into the distance.Some people love in fact he did not see the placid in smooth water, the role and value of youth, not experienced fighting waves of pleasure. The charm of youth lies in the strong and fierce, without the dynamic world will be stagnant water, life will be insipid.Due to constraints, is not a drop of water can be agitated in the flood, not every river can HAOGE thousands of miles into the sea, have not yet landed was ruthlessly evaporated, some were artificially waste. Even so, it can't change its youthful personality.Jianxi can stay, after all the sea waves are. Because the drops of water to the sea of ambition, only the eternal flow of historical torrential rivers. It will not be small because of its own small drops of inferiority, nor because of the rise of dams and convergence ofpublicity personality. When the energy is slowing down, looking at the waves rolling behind it, it will proudly say: "my youth once was like this."优美英语散文短篇篇4An ancient Hebraic text says:" love is as strong as death". It seems that not everyone experiences this kind of strong love. The increasing probably,crime and war tells us that the world is in indispensable need of true love. But what is true love?Love is something we all need.But how do we know when we experience it?True love is best seen as the promotion and action, not an emotion. Love is not exclusively based how we feel.Certainly our emotions are involved.But they cannot be our only criteria for love.True love is when you care enough about another person that you will lay down your life for them. When this happens,then love truly is as strong as death.How many of you have a mother, or father,husband or wife,son or daughter or friend who would sacrifice his or her own life on yours? Those of you who truly love your spells but unchildren, would unselfishly lay your life on the line to save them from death? Many people in an emergency room with their loved ones and prayed"please, God,take me instead of them".Find true love and be a true lover as well.May you find a love which is not only strong as death, but to leave to a truly for feeling life.优美英语散文短篇篇5During the summer vacation, I went to Beijing with my grandparents to participate in the summer camp for the final composition of the cupOn the evening of July 13, 20xx, as the "persistence" inspirational speech on the theme of the meeting, Zhang Liyongon its own as an example, around the time, courage, adhere to the "six words, with the language of chastity, introduced us to his own journey from a high of two to drop out of school because of poverty students, from a migrant workers, an ordinary chef, in the belief under the support of a few decades to learn English by self-study, English test, TOEFL 630 points made remarkable achievements, completed a life beyond the story is unforgettable.Zhang Liyong teacher said: "when I am studying, the biggest difficulty is someone laugh at my toad. But I did not flinch when they laughed, but strengthened his self determination. After I learned a long time, I feel pretty good, so I want to move attend self-study exam the idea, in order to realize this dream, I set myself up a study plan"Someone asked him, how do you realize your study plan? Zhang Liyong teacher said: "I am a chef usually to buy food to cook, not the whole time for my study, I will use three meals a day time to study, I make others eat in 15 minutes, I was only 7 minutes the rest of the time, 8 minutes to learn, one day there will be 24 minutes, this time, I have been hiding in the cupboard behind the study, in order not to let others see. Three years of time, I read the Tsinghua University new curriculum materials, reciting English is done in 8 minutes after a meal the Kung Fu, in the university English four class examination, I got the certificate of band four with a score of 637"Mr. Zhang Liyong added: "after a four class certificate, I also have the idea, take TOEFL. People say TOEFL difficult, I think: it is not out of the question to the Americans, but you can persist, never give up!" then he said: "I think the biggest dream is lazy obstacles of courage and perseverance can change their own knowledge, courage, courage is equal to luck. Zhang Liyongsaid:" diligence and courage + luck + perserverence = success. If you want to be successful you enjoy human suffering and difficulty! Enjoy the difficulty to enjoy suffering, fried and boiled things is not the same as fried will the water blown up self-control ability in their dictionary never fail! I am a chef, I always drink tap water use is to adhere to the brand is seasoning health card pot love love brand monosodium glutamate. In the end I with a score of 630, than the whole students of Tsinghua University 30 points higher than Tsinghua UniversityAfter listening to teacher Zhang Liyong's report, I took a photo with Zhang Liyong teacher, Zhang Liyong teacher signed for me, and gave me "insist" two wordsIn this lecture, Professor Zhang Liyong stressed three points: 1, in the learning process must have the courage to believe that the strength of courage to do.2, time of the broker, to learn how to arrange their time management.3, to believe that the power of nothingisimpossible, no matter what work, under what kind of environment willing to, as long as there is a progressive heart, keep a progress state, then put their own practical action, want to do, it can be realized in a speech. Zhang Liyong and the passion of our interaction, exchange English learning experience, introduced him to learn English practical their learning method, through their own a few interesting experience explains the importance of English in working life, he used his assiduous self-study to encourage us to learn, to promote learning to change the fate of achievements in life, knowledge is power, Zhang Liyong's learning tenacity and dedication Make me unforgettable all my life!That is Zhang Liyong the teacher's report, let me understand a truth: learning to change the fate of achievements in life, Godtreats everyone is fair, it will pay for you in a different way of hardship and effort compensation. But God only loves those people unremitting self-improvement, if you don't work hard, no hard work, all the opportunities and you will be missed. If you give up the ideal of life and the pursuit of the value of life, so when the opportunity comes, how can grasp?Zhang Liyong teacher studying diligently, bold spirit deeply shocked my heart, greatly aroused my enthusiasm, I will cherish the time before, usually to reflect on their own shortcomings, Zhang Liyong in such difficult conditions can become, I have no reason not to good reading!I will usher in life again "exam", only in the key moment more diligent efforts, solid learning, in order to have the same miracle as Zhang Liyong teachers!优美英语散文短篇篇6Last night I fell asleep, even the dream is not as clear as ever.Wake up at six in the morning, eyes still closed, open ears, the habit of waiting, waiting for the sound of birds frolic rush me. But today seems to be unable to do so, the ears of birds, by twos and threes is sparse, not the style of the past. Get a look at the balcony area with a thin layer of water, it became the hope for a long time, the rain has quietly from the dream of, without a trace of wind, quietly falling in the balcony, garden, give me joy, bring a morning.Standing on the balcony, the habit of looking toward the East sky, in the past, there is the illusion of region, today, was relieved of rain heavy makeup, a rare white makeup. The rain washed Lai mountain, showing a dark green before the ink is dry. A mountain, also learn Qian Tang wave shape, from the sky, turning forward and downward wrapped, will be a mountain as the wye. The largemountains on the southwest side are also connected by clouds and fog. They are running aimlessly around the mountain under the direction of the wind, and they are covered with a thin mass, like a crumpled yarn, which covers the large mountains. Along the ridge, there is a big windmill, with only a faint blade of wind in the clouds, far away, like the artifact that stirs the sea of clouds.The rain was so low-key and soft, but it was very unexpected. In this area the sands Jianggan hot valley, the weather has always been as hot tempered temper upright man, it was a sunny sunny, cloudless; rain, just under the doctrine of the mean, it is never jifengzhouyu! Character, because, in its chest hall, in addition to coal, iron is. But anyway, it's so soft and occasional, it's very good for me.Downstairs banyan tree, for three years, in the M care, now, has returned to the two floor restaurant a window shade, four seasons cool. Yesterday is a tree full of birds, cicadas, today, do they have to run where rain, leaving a window the rain entangles in the ear.Banana, is the ancient rain liangpeng. For those fond memories of childhood, also for the rain beat the rhythm of the banana, last year deliberately from the farmland for a plant, now is already the five son around the knee. Large slender banana leaves, natural long side faces a zithers, spread into the air, as if waiting for such a rainy season, waiting for God's hand to get Xu light bomb. Think of the "rain beat banana" that you've been thinking about, and why don't you listen carefully and see if you can hear a little bit of poetry?. So, I was leaning out of the window, to the ear that a fine rain, tell which is a rhyme from rain, unfortunately, T eana is not easily leaked to the laity. It will be a little closer, distance closer? I put Kampuchea back to theupstream of the palm leaf hat, who came to the tree from the back door close to run a few steps, and this maner is rain in the dry brown leaf on the crackling rain as voiceless, dry Dutch general sounds. It seems that this time can not listen to the rain playing banana.It was close to the edge of the papaya tree wax, palm leaved lace slightly involute, from upstairs to see Ye Fangru, a fine dew plate shape. The crystal raindrops fall, it is a careful income intraday, chest stand as respectful nod, a reception for guests like.The moist night rain garden, lawn, a restless state, become green thrown up. Only pine peony some difficult, wore a bulging buds, no sun, it will be like? I'm a little worried about it for. Out a look, such as his pocket like peony flowers open, decorated by raindrops, it has an indescribable charm, from the flower of love arise spontaneously. Hibiscus and Bougainvillea on the side of the road in the rain is still warm, open, Xingxingdiandeng, became a real Rare Rainy day.I thought, the rain sky, a gray, it is lonely. M two surprise call, but let me see another version. As I look down his fingers over the trees looked at low altitude, some brave bird, through ups and downs in the thick rain. "I don't know why they fly in the rain," M said. "Wait a minute and you'll understand.". Sure enough, the bird flight area, I gradually found that there are some imperceptible insects and also wandering in the rain, to take their own lives to lure birds rather baffling. The birds are also quite appreciate, everyone is smart air hunter, they found that flies in circles, aerial reconnaissance fast chase, a mouth, began to look for the next target, again, never. M is the same way, will be standing in the doorway, with his eyes chasing a kite drifting bird.And I sit at the window, with the rain outside the window,read two pages of books, write two lines of words, the heart is also moist.优美英语散文短篇篇7This morning, when I first caught sight of the unfamiliar whitened world, I could not help wishing that we had snow oftener, that English winters were more wintry.How delightful it would be, I thought, to have months of clean snow and a landscape sparkling with frost instead of innumerable grey featureless days of rain and raw winds.I began to envy my friends in such places as the Eastern States of America and Canada, who can count upon a solid winter every year and know that the snow will arrive by a certain date and will remain, without degenerating into black slush, until Spring is close at hand. T o have snow and frost and yet a clear sunny sky and air as crisp as a biscuit - this seemed to me happiness indeed.And then I saw that it would never do for us. We should be sick of it in a week. After the first day the magic would be gone and there would be nothing left but the unchanging glare of the day and the bitter cruel nights.It is not the snow itself,the sight of the blanketed world, that is so enchanting, but the first coming of the snow, the sudden and silent change.Out of the relations, for ever shifting and unanticipated,of wind and water comes a magical event.Who would change this state of things for a steadily recurring round,an earth governed by the calendar? It has been well said that while other countries have a climate, we alone in England have weather. There is nothing duller than climate,which can be converted into a topic only by scientists and hypochondriacs.But weather is our earth's Cleopatra, and it is not to be wondered at that we, who must share her gigantic moods, should be for ever talking about her. Once we were settled in America, Siberia, Australia, where there is nothing but a steady pact between climate and the calendar,we should regret her very naughtinesses, her willful pranks,her gusts of rage, and sudden tears.优美英语散文短篇篇8People often wonder why historians go to so much trouble to preserve millions of books, documents and records of the past. Why do we have libraries? What good are these documents and the history books? Why do we record and save the actions of men, the negotiations of statesmen and the campaigns of armies?Because, sometimes, the voice of experience can cause us to stop, look and listen. And because, sometimes, past records, correctly interpreted, can give us warning of what to do and what not to do.If we are ever to create enduring peace, we must seek its origins in human experience and in the record of human idealism. From the story of the fortitude, courage and devotion of men and women, we create the inspirations of youth. From stories of the ancient cave dwellers right down to today's environmental activists, history records people's success, intelligence and strength. Surely from these records there can come help to mankind in our confusions and promote and in our desires for peace.The supreme purpose of history is a better world. History gives a warning to those who would promote war. History brings inspiration to those who seek peace. In short, history helps us learn. Yesterday's records can keep us from repeating yesterday'smistakes. And from all these records, we can see the progress of mankind.优美英语散文短篇篇9By the end of the lunar calendar, the supermarket in the city was full of exquisite red lanterns, and all kinds of paper-cut were also displayed on the glass windows, which are the symbols of the year, and also the business cards of the year. I am deeply in taste like a fragile old jars were these symbols and name card suddenly shattered, pouring wine with rich mellow taste ran away.When I was young, I looked forward to the new year. From the twenty-three to the twelfth lunar month lunar, every day seemed to be colorful, exudes the fragrance of sweet thick cotton. In the village the old lady sitting on the futon on the thick teach us singing nursery rhymes: "twenty-three people, officer; twenty-four, twenty-five, and sweep the house; grinding tofu; twenty-six, twenty-seven, Steamed Buns steamed; kill chickens; twenty-eight, paste painting; twenty-nine, to buy wine; thirty years, the first large package dumplings; Juezhaopigu, chaos and bow." This nursery rhyme like Chinese new year we guide people in the village, when the lunar twenty-three eat candy, Jizao God twenty-four of the time, she was busy with a broom to clean the house, twenty-five of the time for the new year to eat tofu, twenty-six when steamed flower, every family Steamed Buns steamed turnip tassel buns...... For thousands of years, the sun has risen to the west along the eternal path, and in the spring of winter, people have followed such a new year for the past year.The twenty-three is the twelfth lunar month small, also called on the people, this day is also my hometown of Lu Wan market day day. The bazaar was crowed with crowds of people. I followed my parents, see the candy seller clamoring to buy candy, seeselling firecrackers clamoring to buy firecrackers, see Apple clamoring to buy apple...... My parents agreed and bought me new socks, shoes, hats and clothes, and made me new from head to toe. Parents usually live frugally, pennies. They usually do not buy fruit, do not buy pork, do not buy clothes, and be generous to the new year. When we go home, just like a kangaroo carrying large bags of special purchases for the Spring Festival on the way home, stumbled. My parents are busy in the fields all the year round, and only by the time of the new year they enjoy a few good days. They always give the best to their children.We are a group of crazy kids to sell this shop to buy guns, guns, pull large firecracker fell in my pocket, playing in the Village Lane ran, a gun will readily fall down on the ground, the sound of a sharp crackling sound, scared the general turmoil. We were tired and dug some small pits in the street and played a game of glass balls. So far, I have forgotten the rules of the glass ball game, but remember that I lost the glass ball to the small partner who won the game. When I grew up, I found that there were many mysterious games in the adult world, which were more brutal and deeper than the children's games. If we fail in the game, losing is not the glass ball so not worth mentioning things may be even Months and years pass by. effort, freedom and happiness for all.Our family sat in the kitchen to make dumplings on the afternoon of the thirty day of the year. The mother and the surface, Ganmian skin. A brother. My father and I sat in front of the pot to make dumplings. My brother looked at me and laughed at the dumplings, and said that some of the dumplings I made were like dead fish, some like a fat pig, some like a dumb duck, so ugly. The father took a one - cent coin out of his pocket and wrapped it into the dumplings and said, "whoever eats thisdumpling tonight is the most blessed one." When dusk, firecrackers bombed the village as one falls, another rises, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder Cecil strands. The mother wrapped dumplings into the boiling water bubbling in the pot. Father with a shovel and a layer of sand in the yard. The sand is the lunar twenty-five tractors from the village of Sha Gang pull back a little bit, dispersion fresh smell atsumi. I have been puzzling over on the thirty people in the village and a layer of sand. In the yard, probably meaning except new year, blessings and fortunes. I stepped on the fresh and moist sand and picked up a red red firecracker with a bamboo pole. Brother from zaotang took a stick to fire lit firecrackers. After a burst of crackling cannons, the mother has a steaming and smell dumplings filled to a white porcelain bowl. A bowl of pork, pork, cabbage and dumplings are dipped in the old vinegar, which is the annual dinner of our family. After the new year's night dinner, the mother always burned a pot of hot water. One family sat on the bench on the foot into an iron bowl with hot feet, feet side side and laughing. The mother said to wash feet a year on New Year's Eve: evil and evil distress. The new year will add to your happiness and your longevity, peace and prosperity. The mother will also put a few new bills in the pocket of me and my brother. She said that whether adults or children, when the old pocket should be rich, so all the year round does not spend money, we will have a good day off too rich. The past year is more like a ritual of delineation of a good life.We can't be lazy in the morning of the first year of the year. We should get up early and wake up consciously, and parents can't wake us up. When the dawn of the village of firecrackers like thunder. I woke up from the bed, his eyes pulled out a cigarette。
优美散文阅读双语对照
优美散文阅读双语对照优美散文阅读双语对照英语散文以优美的语言美丽，给人以独特的阅读享受，是放松我们心情的阅读伴侣。
下面店铺为大家带来优美散文阅读双语对照，供大家阅读欣赏!优美散文阅读双语：友情永远和你同在Thomas Jefferson and James Madison met in 1776.Could it have been any other year? They worked together starting then to further American Revolution and later to shape the new scheme of government. From the work sprang a friendship perhaps incomparable in intimacy and the trustfulness of collaboration and induration. It lasted 50 years. It included pleasure and utility but over and above them, there were shared purpose, a common end and an enduring goodness on both sides. Four and a half months before he died, when he was ailing, debt-ridden, and worried about his impoverished family, Jefferson wrote to his longtime friend. His words andMadison's reply remind us that friends are friends until death. They also remind us that sometimes a friendship has a bearing on things larger than the friendship itself, for has there ever been a friendship of greater public consequence than this one?托马斯-杰斐逊和詹姆斯-麦迪逊相识于1776年。
英文散文阅读10篇
英文散文阅读10篇1. Title: "The Road Not Taken"Author: Robert FrostContent:"The Road Not Taken" is a famous poem written by Robert Frost. The poem reflects on the choices we make in life and the impact they have on our future.The poem highlights the theme of individuality and nonconformity. It emphasizes that sometimes taking the road less traveled can lead to new opportunities and experiences. It encourages readers to make their own choices and not be afraid to take a different path.2. Title: "The Gift of the Magi"Author: O. HenryContent:"The Gift of the Magi" is a heartwarming short story written by O. Henry. It tells the story of a young couple who are struggling to buy each other Christmas presents due to their limited finances."The Gift of the Magi" teaches us about the importance of selflessness and the true meaning of giving. It shows that material possessions are not as valuable as the love and sacrifices we make for our loved ones.(Continue with the remaining eight readings, following the same format)。
散文佳作108篇(双语对照)
第一部分汉译英1. 丑石(An Ugly Stone)2. 匆匆(Rush)3. 冬夜(Winter Night)4. 互助(Helping Each Other)5. 黄昏(Dusk)6. 盼头(Something to Lookl Forward to)7. 媲美(Beauty)8. 枪口(The Muzzles)9. 鸲鹆(The Story of a Myna)10. 铜镜(The Bronze Mirror)11. 学校(The College)12. 野草(Wild Grass)13. 种梨(Planting a Pear Tree)14. 哀互生(Mourning for Husheng)15. 落花生(The Peanut)16. 盲演员(A Blind Actor)17. “孺子马” (An”Obedient Horse”)18. 小麻雀(A Little Sparrow)19. 雄辩症(A Case of Eloquence)20. 大钱饺子(A Good-luck Dumpling)21. 荷塘月色(Moonlight over the Lotus Pond)22. 黄龙奇观(A View of Huangllong)23. 枯叶蝴蝶(Lappet Butterfies)24. 泡菜坛子(A pickle Pot)25. 田水哗啦(The Irrigation Water Came Gurgling)26. 我若为王(If I Be King)27. 西式幽默(Western Humour)28. 项脊轩志(Xiangjixuan)29. 夜间来客(A Night Visitor——A True Story about a ”Celebrity”Being Interviewed)30. 珍禽血雉(China‘s Native Pheasant)31. 常胜的歌手(A Singer Who Always Wins)32. 健忘的画眉(The Forgetful Song Thrush)33. 可爱的南京(Nanjing the Beloved City)34. 鲁迅先生记(In Memory of Mr.Lu Xun)35. 苗族龙船节(The Miao Drangon-Boat Festival)36. 秋天的怀念(Fond Memories of You)37. 献你一束花(A Bouquet of Flowers for you)38. 鸭巢围的夜(A Night at Mallard-Nest Village)39. 玫瑰色的月亮(The Rosy Moon)40. 内画壶《百子图》(Snuff Bottles with Pictures Inside)41. 维护团结的人(A Man Upholding Unity)42. 我有一个志愿(I Have a Dream)43. 运动员的情操(Sportsmen‘s Values)44. 神话世界九寨沟(Jiuzhaigou,China‘s Fairyland)45. 生命的三分之一(One Third of Our Lifetime)46. 我可能是天津人(I Might Have Come from Tianjin)47. 五台名刹画沧桑(The famous Monastery Witnesses Vicissitudes)48. 爱梦想的羞怯女孩(A Shy Dreamer)49. 永久的憧憬和追求(My Lnging and yearning)50. 老人和他的三个儿子(The Old Man and his three sons)51. 乐山龙舟会多姿多彩(dragon-Boat Festival at Leshan)52. 撷自那片芳洲的清供(An Offering from his Sweet homeland)53. 三峡多奇景妙笔夺开工(The Scenic Three Gorges Captured )54. 初中国旅游可到哪些地方(Tips on Traveling to China the First Time)第二部分英译汉1. A Ball to Roll Around(滚球)2. A Boupquet for Miss Benson(送给卞老师的一束花)3. A Boy and His Father Become Partners(父子伙伴情)4. A Gift of Dreams(梦寐以求的礼物)5. A Hard Day in the Kitchen(厨房里的一场闹刷)6. A Nation of Hypochondriacs(一个疑病症患者的国度)7. Are Books an Endangered Species? (书籍是即将灭绝的物种吗?)8. A Sailor‘s Christmas Gift(一个海员的圣诞礼物)9. A Tale of Two Smut Merchants(两上淫秽照片商的故事)10. A Visit with the Folks(探访故亲)11. Canadian Eskimo Lithographs(加拿大爱斯基摩人的石版画)12. Divorce and Kids(离婚与孩子)13. Doug Heir(杜格·埃厄)14. Fame(声誉)15. Felicia‘s Journey(费利西娅的旅行)16. Genius Sacrificed for failure(为育庸才损英才)17. Glories of the Storm(辉煌壮丽的暴风雨)18. Han Suyin‘s China(韩素音笔下的中国)19. Hate(仇恨)20. How Should One Read a Book? (怎样读书?)21. In Praie of the Humble Comma(小小逗号赞)22. Integrity——From A Mother in Mannville(正直)23. In the Pursuit of a Haunting and Timeless Truth(追寻一段永世难忘的史实)24. Killer on Wings is Under Threat(飞翔的杀手正受到威胁)25. Life in a Violin Case(琴匣子中的生趣)26. Love Is Not like Merchandise(爱情不是商品)27. Luck(好运气)28. Mayhew(生活的道路)29. My Averae Uncle(艾默大叔——一个普普通通的人)30. My Father‘s Music(我父亲的音乐)31. My Mother‘s Gift (母亲的礼物)32. New Light Buld Offers Energy Efficiency(新型灯泡提高能效)33. Of Studies(谈读书)34. On Leadership(论领导)35. On Cottages in General(农舍概述)36. Over the Hill(开小差)37. Promise of Bluebirds(蓝知更鸟的希望)38. Stories on a Headboard(床头板上故事多)39. Sunday(星期天)40. The Blanket(一条毛毯)41. The Colour of the Sky(天空的色彩)42. The date Father Didn‘t Keep(父亲失约)43. The Kiss(吻)44. The Letter(家书)45. The Little Boat That Sailed through Time(悠悠岁月小船情)46. The Living Seas(富有生命的海洋)47. The Roots of My Ambition(我的自强之源)48. The song of the River(河之歌)49. They Wanted Him Everywhere——Herbert von Karajan(1908-1989) (哪儿都要他)50. Three Great Puffy Rolls(三个又大双暄的面包圈)51. Trust(信任)52. Why measure Life in Hearbeats? (何必以心跳定生死？)53. Why the bones Break(骨折缘何而起)54. Why Women Live Longer than Men(为什么女人经男人活得长)丑石贾平凹我常常遗憾我家门前的那块丑石呢：它黑黝黝地卧在那里，牛似的模样；谁也不知道是什么时候留在这里的.谁也不去理会它。
中英双语哲理散文三篇
中英双语哲理散文三篇双语哲理散文篇一：杂货店里的教师Ｙou went to the butcher's for meat, the pharmacy for aspirin, and the grocery store for food. Ｂut when Ｉ spent the summer with my Ｇrandmother in Ｗarwick, Ｎ.Ｙ., she sent me down to the general store with a list. Ｈow could Ｉhope to find anything on the packed, jumbled shelves around me?Ｉ walked up to the counter. Ｂehind it was a lady like no one Ｉ'd ever seen. Ｆake-jewel-encrusted glasses teetered on the tip of her nose, gray hair was piled on her head."Ｅxcuse me," Ｉ said. Ｓhe looked up."Ｙou're that Ｃlements kid," she said. "Ｉ'm Ｍiss Ｂee. Ｃome closer and let me get a look at you." Ｓhe pushed her glasses up her nose. "Ｉ want to be able to describe you to the sheriff if something goes missing from the store.""Ｉ'm not a thief!" Ｉ was shocked. Ｉ was seven year too young to be a thief!"Ｆrom what Ｉ can see you're not much of anything. Ｂut Ｉ can tell you've got potential." Ｓhe went back to reading her newspaper."Ｉ need to get these." Ｉ said, holding up my list.到肉铺买肉、到药房买药、去食品杂货店买食品，这都很平常。
精美英语散文朗读（精选19篇）
精美英语散文朗读（精选19篇）精美英语朗读篇1幸福从内心滋生幸福实际上是一种态度。
它并不是由外在物质创造的，相反，它完完全全滋生于你的内心。
没有任何事物会给你带来深层次的满足和快乐，除非你有意识地去滋养幸福……We always seem to want those things we don’t have. Moreover, we are often convinced that if we had those things we want so badly, we would finally be happy.我们经常会去渴望一些我们并不真正需要的东西。
此外，我们经常会让自己相信，如果我们拥有了这些我们梦寐以求的东西，我们就可以终于快乐起来。
Welcome to Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax, I’m Faith. The truth is that happiness is an attitude. It’s not something created by outside circumstances, but instead is completely within your control.欢迎收听Faith轻松电台，我是Faith。
而事实是幸福实际上是一种态度。
它并不是由外在物质创造的，相反，它完完全全滋生于你的内心。
Nothing will give you a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness, unless you cultivate happiness consciously. Below are some simple yet specific steps you can take to cultivate happiness.没有任何事物会给你带来深层次的满足和快乐，除非你有意识地去滋养幸福。
优秀的英语散文5篇
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英语散文篇一放松自我relaxWhat does it mean to relax? Despite hearing this term thousands of times during the course of our lives, very few people have deeply considered what it’s really about.放松是什么意思?尽管一生中我们会成千上万次地听到这个词，但是几乎没有什么人好好琢磨过它到底意味着什么。
When you ask people (which I have done many times) what it means to relax, most will answer in a way that suggests that relaxing is something you plan to do later ?? you do it on vacation, in a hammock1, when you retire, or when you get everything done. This implies, of course, that most other times (the other 95 percent of your life) should be spent nervous, agitated2, rushed, and frenzied3. Very few actually come out and say no, but this is the obvious implication. Could this explain why so many of us operateas if life were one great big emergency? Most of us postponerelaxation until our “in?basket4” is empty. Of course it never is.当你问别人(我曾问过许多次)放松意味着什么，大多数人的答案不外乎是，放松就是某些有朝一日你会做的事——那些你计划在假期里，躺在吊床上，退休以后，或把该干的事都做完之后才有时间做的事。
优美的双语散文十六篇
优美的双语散文十六篇1、What I Have Lived For Bertrand Russell Three passions,simple but overwhelmingly strong,have governed mylife: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearablepity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds,have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deepocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy --- ecstasyso great that I would have sacrificed all the rest of life for a fewhours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relievesloneliness --- that terrible loneliness in which one shiveringconsciousness looks over the rim of the world into cold unfathomablelifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union oflove I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision ofthe heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what Isought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this iswhat --- at last --- I have found. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished tounderstand the hearts of men, I have wished to know why the starsshine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by whichnumber holds away above the flux. A little of this, but not much, Ihave achieved. Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upwardtoward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoesof cries of pain reverberated in my heart. Children in famine,victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burdento their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and painmake a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate theevil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and I wouldgladly live it again if the chance were offered to me. 我为何而活 伯兰特.罗素三种简单却极其强烈的情感主宰着我的生活：对爱的渴望、对知识的追求、对人类痛苦的难以承受的怜悯之心。
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优美的英语散文5篇
优美的英语散文5篇英语精美的散文篇1Touch Me is a soliloquy(独白)composed by Hank Miller, about the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C. also known as “The Wall”. This monument is one of the most visited sites in the city of Washington.-----By Hank Miller(California professional photographer, freelance writer, former Naval Aviator, and a Vietnam veteran)Touch me. Don’t be afraid. I can’t hurt you. Go ahead and touch my smooth surface. Feel the cold, glass-like smoothness and the crevices and lines that make me what I am. Use both hands if you wish. We are more similar than you dare to believe.Touch my face. Yes, I have a face like yours. It has weathered the centuries as yours has the years. My face portrays my evolution. Yours, the birth and death of a generation. My face has aged like yours as we have endured together the testimony of earth elements.I have eyes like yours. My inscriptions stare out at you as I search for the meaning of why we are here. I look into your eyes and see who you are. Who am I? I was formed millions of years past and now you see the results of my evolution.I can feel your hands and the sweat from your palms flow into thecountless combination of the letters that make me. I know you. I have known you since I was able to breathe in the air as my smoothness began to take shape and my color matured along with natural flaws. You have known me since the days when you came to take me from my mother.You cannot hear me. I am static and unmoving. But, I can hear your murmurs and your cries of pain and sadness. Your sons and daughters ask why? There are no answers. I am very old. I have seen everything and I am none the wiser for the pain and suffering and I have witnessed since I rose from the bowels of the earth. I have witnessed the conflict, the death, the civilizations, and the societies that have come before you. Yet I remain mystified about this day.I feel sad yet alive with a purpose. I have come to know those who are now an integral part of the reason for my being here at this place and time. That purpose has become apparent as I stand before you on this day while your brethren gather to witness my reflections and the changes of light that mirror your soul.I am a reflection of you…I am all of you…I am your spirit..I am The Wall.英语精美的散文篇2Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry,”most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.Most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future, when we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty task, hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sound hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we conscious of health until we are ill.I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,”she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently in a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me alush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action fill the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light and the gift of sight is used only as mere convenience rather that as a means of adding fullness to life.Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for three days!英语精美的散文篇3One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget.As he stood in front of the group of overachievers he said, "OK, time for a quiz." He pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouth jar and set it on the table in front of him. He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, heasked, "Is this jar full?"Everyone in the class yelled, "Yes." The time management expert replied, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some gravel in and shook the jar, causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks. He then asked the group once more, "Is this jar full?"By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one of them answered. "Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?""No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?" One eager student raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!""No," the speaker replied, "that‘s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is if you don‘t put the big rocks in first, you‘ll never get them in at all. What are the ‘big rocks‘in your life? Time with your loved ones, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these big rocks infirst or you‘ll never get them in at all."英语精美的散文篇4My grandfather died when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with us for about six months every year. She lived in a room that doubled as my father‘s office, which we referred to as "the back room." She carried with her a powerful aroma.I don‘t know what kind of perfume she used, but it was the double-barreled, ninety-proof, knockdown, render-the-victim-unconscious, moose-killing variety. She kept it in a huge atomizer and applied it frequently and liberally. It was almost impossible to go into her room and remain breathing for any length of time. When she would leave the house to go spend six months with my Aunt Lillian, my mother and sisters would throw open all the windows, strip the bed, and take out the curtains and rugs. Then they would spend several days washing and airing things out, trying frantically to make the pungent odor go away.This, then, was my grandmother at the time of the infamous pea incident.It took place at the Biltmore Hotel, which, to my eight-year-old mind, was just about the fancies place to eat in all of Providence. My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a salisbury steak, confident in theknowledge that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy. When brought to the table, it was accompanied by a plate of peas.I do not like peas now. I did not like peas then. I have always hated peas. It is a complete mystery to me why anyone would voluntarily eat peas. I did not eat them at home. I did not eat them at restaurants. And I certainly was not about to eat them now."Eat your peas," my grandmother said."Mother," said my mother in her warning voice. "He doesn‘t like peas. Leave him alone."“My grandmother did not reply, but there was a glint in her eye and a grim set to her jaw that signaled she was not going to be 14)thwarted. She leaned in my direction, looked me in the eye, and uttered the fateful words that changed my life: "I‘ll pay you five dollars if you eat those peas."I had absolutely no idea of the impending doom. I only knew that five dollars was an enormous, nearly unimaginable amount of money, and as awful as peas were, only one plate of them stood between me and the possession of that five dollars. I began to force the wretched things down my throat.My mother was livid. My grandmother had that self-satisfied look of someone who has thrown down an unbeatable trump card. "I cando what I want, Ellen, and you can‘t stop me." My mother glared at her mother. She glared at me. No one can glare like my mother. If there were a glaring Olympics, she would undoubtedly win the gold medal.I, of course, kept shoving peas down my throat. The glares made me nervous, and every single pea made me want to throw up, but the magical image of that five dollars floated before me, and I finally gagged down every last one of them. My grandmother handed me the five dollars with a flourish. My mother continued to glare in silence. And the episode ended. Or so I thought.My grandmother left for Aunt Lillian‘s a few weeks later. That night, at dinner, my mother served two of my all-time favorite foods, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Along with them came a big, steaming bowl of peas. She offered me some peas, and I, in the very last moments of my innocent youth, declined. My mother fixed me with a cold eye as she heaped a huge pile of peas onto my plate. Then came the words that were to haunt me for years."You ate them for money," she said. "You can eat them for love."Oh, despair! Oh, devastation! Now, too late, came the dawning realization that I had unwittingly damned myself to a hell from which there was no escape."You ate them for money. You can eat them for love."What possible argument could I muster against that? There was none. Did I eat the peas? You bet I did. I ate them that day and every other time they were served thereafter. The five dollars were quickly spent. My grandmother passed away a few years later. But the legacy of the peas lived on, as it lives on to this day. If I so much as curl my lip when they are served (because, after all, I still hate the horrid little things), my mother repeats the dreaded words one more time: "You ate them for money," she says. "You can eat them for love."英语精美的散文篇5An ancient Hebraic text says:" love is as strong as death". It seems that not everyone experiences this kind of strong love. The increasing probably,crime and war tells us that the world is in indispensable need of true love. But what is true love?Love is something we all need.But how do we know when we experience it?True love is best seen as the promotion and action, not an emotion. Love is not exclusively based how we feel.Certainly our emotions are involved.But they cannot be our only criteria for love.True love is when you care enough about another person that you will lay down your life for them. When this happens,then love truly is as strong as death.How many of you have a mother, or father,husband or wife,son or daughter or friend who would sacrificehis or her own life on yours? Those of you who truly love your spells but unchildren, would unselfishly lay your life on the line to save them from death? Many people in an emergency room with their loved ones and prayed"please, God,take me instead of them".Find true love and be a true lover as well.May you find a love which is not only strong as death, but to leave to a truly for feeling life.。
优美英语散文10篇附译文
优美英语散文10篇附译文想阅读一些优美的英语散文来提高自己的英语阅读水平吗？下面是店铺为大家整理的优美英语散文10篇附译文，希望大家喜欢!YouthYouth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20; but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.青春青春不是年华，而是心境;青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，而是深沉的意志，恢宏的想象，炙热的恋情;青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
经典的英语散文(菁选优秀6篇
经典的英语散文(菁选优秀6篇在平日的学习、工作和生活里，大家一定都接触过散文吧？散文是抒发作文真情实感，写作方式灵活的记叙类文学体裁。
那么，你知道一篇好的散文要怎么写吗？书包范文为朋友们分享了经典的英语散文(菁选优秀6篇，希望能够对朋友们的写作有一些帮助。
英语唯美散文篇一I love to be alone.We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows.The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert.We meet at the post-office, and at the sociable, and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other’s way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another.Consider the girls in a factory---never alone, hardly in their dreams.It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself.And yet it has not the blue devils, but the blue angels in it, in the azure tint of its waters.I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee.I am no more lonely than the Millbrook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.我发现人若大部分时间用于独处，将有益身心。
优美英语散文(通用10篇)
优美英语散文（通用10篇）短篇英语美文篇一One day a farmer#39;s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the framer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway and it just wasn#39;t worth to retrieve the donkey. So, he decided to bury it!He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly, then slowly he quieted down till nothing more was heard.A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing! He would shake it off and take a step up!As the farmer#39;s neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off!Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells by not stopping, never giving up, shaking it off, and taking a step up!Remember the five simple rules to be happy:1、Free your heart from hatred.2、Free your mind from worries.3、Trust in God.4、Give more.5、Expect less.英语写作参考文章篇二HOW TO GET HAPPINESS如何获得快乐There is no doubt that happiness is the most precious thing in the world.Without it,life will be empty and meaningless.If you wish to know how to get happiness,you must pay attention to the following two points.First,health is the secret of happiness(the key to happiness)。
英语散文阅读（通用6篇）
英语散文阅读英语散文阅读（通用6篇）在日常学习、工作或生活中，大家都看过一些经典的散文吧？散文是一种常见的'文学体裁，取材广泛，艺术表现形式丰富多样。
你所见过的散文是什么样的呢？下面是小编整理的英语散文阅读（通用6篇），欢迎大家分享。
英语散文阅读篇1Today I begin a new life.Today I shed my old skin which hath, too long, suffered the bruises of failure and the wounds of mediority.Today I am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all.Today I will pluck grapes of wisdom from the tallest and fullest vines in the vineyard,for these were planted by the wisest of my profession who have come before me,generation upon generation.Today I will savor the taste of grapes from these vines and verily I will swallow the seed of success buried in each and new life will sprout within me.The career I have chosen is laden with opportunity yet it is fraught with heartbreak and despair and the bodies of those who have failed, were they piled one atop another, would cast a shadow down upon all the pyramids of the earth.Yet I will not fail, as the others, for in my hands I now hold the charts which will guide through perilous waters to shores which only yesterday seemed but a dream.Failure no longer will be my payment for struggle. Just as nature made no provision for my body to tolerate pain neither has it made any provision for my life to suffer failure. Failure, likepain, is alien to my life. In the past I accepted it as I accepted pain. Now I reject it and I am prepared for wisdom and principles which will guide me out of the shadows into the sunlight of wealth, position, and happiness far beyond my most extravagant dreams until even the golden apples in the Garden of Hesperides will seem no more than my just reward.Time teaches all things to him who lives forever but I have not the luxury of eternity. Yet within my allotted time I must practice the art of patience for nature acts never in haste. To create the olive, king of all trees, a hundred years is required. An onion plant is old in nine weeks. I have lived as an onion plant. It has not pleased me. Now I wouldst become the greatest of olive trees and, in truth, the greatest of salesman.And how will this be accomplished? For I have neither the knowledge nor the experience to achieve the greatness and already I have stumbled in ignorance and fallen into pools of self-pity. The answer is simple. I will commence my journey unencumbered with either the weight of unnecessary knowledge or the handicap of meaningless experience. Nature already has supplied me with knowledge and instinct far greater than any beast in the forest and the value of experience is overrated, usually by old men who nod wisely and speak stupidly.In truth, experience teaches thoroughly yet her course of instruction devours mens years so the value of her lessons diminishes with the time necessary to acquire her special wisdom. The end finds it wasted on dead men. Furthermore, experience is comparable to fashion; an action that proved successful today will be unworkable and impractical tomorrow.Only principles endure and these I now possess, for the laws that will lead me to greatness are contained in the words of thesescrolls. What they will teach me is more to prevent failure than to gain success, for what is success other than a state of mind? Which two, among a thouand wise men, will define success in the same words; yet failure is always described but one way. Failure is mans inability to reach his goals in life, whatever they may be. 英语散文阅读篇2Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the familys only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Dont you know, young lady, " he said harshly, "when you give someone a present theres supposed to be something inside the package!"The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, its not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faceddifficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.英语散文阅读篇3I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells "happiness".But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-freelife equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.英语散文阅读篇4Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man onthe other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."英语散文阅读篇5A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealers showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on themorning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young mans name embossed in gold.Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.When he arrived at his fathers house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his fathers important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealers name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hopedfor. Sometimes we dont realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.英语散文阅读篇6Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.The baby eagle was hungry. "Im sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time."Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried"Why did you abandon me? Im going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?"The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it.""Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"The mother flew away.The baby cried and cried and cried.A few days later, "Im going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."He didnt know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal."Eat this, its your last meal," she said.The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was."Youre a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.He fell.Head first.Picked up speed.Faster and faster.He screamed. "Im dying Im dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"He looked down.The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isnt fair!" he screamed.Something strange happens.The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced.He looked down and saw the sky. He wasnt moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun."Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!""Youre flying," his mother said."This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped."Yes it is!" said the mother.。
优美的英语散文5篇
优美的英语散文5篇学习英语贵在坚持，找到适合自己的方法，多运用多温故。
下面我就和大家分享英语美文，希望能够帮助到大家，来欣赏一下吧。
英语散文篇一Love Your LifeHowever mean your life is，meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life，poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant，thrilling，glorious hourss，even in a poor-house.The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich mans abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there，and have as cheering thoughts，as in a palace.The towns poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb，like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things，whether clothes or friends，Turn the old，return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell yourclothes and keep your thoughts.不论你的生活如何卑贱，你要面对它生活，不要躲避它，更别用恶言咒骂它。
经典英语散文(精选10篇)
经典英语散文〔精选10篇〕篇1：英语散文英语散文became a searcher,wanting to find out who I was and what made me unique. My view of myself was changing. I wanted a solid base to start from. I started to resist3 pressure to act in ways that I didn’Each of us holds a unique place in the world. You are special,no matter what others say or what you may think. So forget about being replaced. You can’我成了一个探寻者，想要知道自己到底是谁，又是什么让我变得独一无二。
我的人生观开场改变。
我需要一个巩固的根底来开展，我忍受住压力，不再做自己不喜欢做的事。
而且我为真实的我感到快乐。
渐渐地我越发肯定自己无可替代每个人在这个世界上都占有一个独一无二的位置。
无论别人说什么，你自己怎么想，你都是特别的。
所以，不要担忧自己会被取代，因为你永远是惟一的Just as you need air to breathe, you need opportunity to succeed. It takes more than justbreathing in the fresh air of opportunity, however. You must make use of that opportunity. That's not up to the opportunity. That's up to you. It doesn't matter what “floor” the opportunity is on. What matters is what you do with it. 正如你需要空气来呼吸，你也需要机遇来获得成功。
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优美双语散文阅读英语散文的发展历程十分曲折,散文大家风格多变,兼之中英语言个性殊异,若要成功地把英语散文大家的作品翻译到中文,既须了解英语散文发展的概况,又须注意保证气韵逻辑通畅,文气沛然,才能传神译出,曲尽其妙,令汉语读者获得相同或相近的审美感受。
下面为大家带来优美双语散文阅读，希望大家喜欢!优美双语散文：故都的秋Autumn, wherever it is, always has something to recommend itself. In North China, however,it is particularly limpid, serene and melancholy. To enjoy its atmosphere to the full in theonetime capital, I have, therefore, made light of travelling a long distance from Hangzhou toQingdao, and thence to Peiping.秋天，无论在什么地方的秋天，总是好的;可是啊，北国的秋，却特别地来得清，来得静，来得悲凉。
我的不远千里，要从杭州赶上青岛，更要从青岛赶上北平来的理由，也不过想饱尝一尝这“秋”，这故都的秋味。
There is of course autumn in the South too, but over there plants wither slowly, the air ismoist, the sky pallid, and it is more often rainy than windy. While muddling along all bymyself among theurban dwellers of Suzhou, Shanghai,Xianmen, Hong Kong or Guangzhou, Ifeel nothing but a little chill in the air, without ever relishing to my heart’s content the flavour,colour, mood and style of the season. Unlike famous flowers which are most attractive whenhalf opening, good wine which is most tempting when one is half drunk, autumn, however, isbest appreciated in itsentirety.江南，秋当然也是有的，但草木凋得慢，空气来得润，天的颜色显得淡，并且又时常多雨而少风;一个人夹在苏州上海杭州，或厦门香港广州的市民中间，混混沌沌地过去，只能感到一点点清凉，秋的味，秋的色，秋的意境与姿态，总看不饱，尝不透，赏玩不到十足。
秋并不是名花，也并不是美酒，那一种半开、半醉的状态，在领略秋的过程上，是不合适的。
It is more than a decade since I last saw autumn in North. When I am in the South, the arrivalof each autumn will put me in mind of Peiping’s T ao Ran Ting with its reed catkins, Diao Yu T aiwith its shady willow trees, Western Hills with their chirping insects, Yu Quan Shan Mountain ona moonlight evening and Tan Zhe Si with its reverbrating bell. Suppose you put up in ahumblerented house inside the bustling imperial city, you can, on getting up at dawn, sit inyourcourtyard sipping a cup of strong tea, leisurely watch the high azure skies and listen topigeons circling overhead. Saunter eastwardunder locust trees to closely observe streaks ofsunlight filtering through their foliage, or quietly watch the trumpet-shaped blue flowers ofmorning glories climbing half way up a dilapidated wall, and an intense feeling of autumn willof itself well up inside you. As to morning glories, I like their blue or white flowers best, darkpurple ones second best, and pink ones third best. It will be most desirable to have them setoff by some tall thin grass planted underneath here and there.不逢北国之秋，已将近十余年了。
在南方每年到了秋天，总要想起陶然亭的芦花，钓鱼台的柳影，西山的虫唱，玉泉的夜月，潭柘寺的钟声。
在北平即使不出门去吧，就是在皇城人海之中，租人家一椽破屋来住着，早晨起来，泡一碗浓茶，向院子一坐，你也能看得到很高很高的碧绿的天色，听得到青天下驯鸽的飞声。
从槐树叶底，朝东细数着一丝一丝漏下来的日光，或在破壁腰中，静对着像喇叭似的牵牛花(朝荣)的蓝朵，自然而然地也能够感觉到十分的秋意。
说到了牵牛花，我以为以蓝色或白色者为佳，紫黑色次之，淡红色最下。
最好，还要在牵牛花底，教长着几根疏疏落落的尖细且长的秋草，使作陪衬。
Locust trees in the North, as a decorative embellishment of nature, also associate us withautumn. On getting up early in the morning, you will find the ground strewn all overwithflower-like pistils fallen from locust trees. Quiet and smellless, they feel tiny and soft underfoot.After a street cleaner has done the sweeping under the shade of the trees, you will discovercountless lines left by his broom in the dust, which look so fine and quiet that somehow afeeling of forlornness will begin to creep up on you. The same depth of implication is found inthe ancient saying that a single fallen leaf from the wutong tree is more than enough to informthe world of autumn’s presence.北国的槐树，也是一种能使人联想起秋来的点缀。
像花而又不是花的那一种落蕊，早晨起来，会铺得满地。
脚踏上去，声音也没有，气味也没有，只能感出一点点极微细极柔软的触觉。
扫街的在树影下一阵扫后，灰土上留下来的一条条扫帚的丝纹，看起来既觉得细腻，又觉得清闲，潜意识下并且还觉得有点儿落寞，古人所说的梧桐一叶而天下知秋的遥想，大约也就在这些深沉的地方。
The sporadic feeble chirping of cicadas is especially characteristic of autumn in the North.Due to the abundance of trees and the low altitude of dwellings in Peiping, cicadas areaudible in every nook and cranny of the city. In the South, however, one cannot hear themunless in suburbs or hills. Because of their ubiquitous shrill noise, these insects in Peipingseem to be living off every household like crickets ormice.秋蝉的衰弱的残声，更是北国的特产，因为北平处处全长着树，屋子又低，所以无论在什么地方，都听得见它们的啼唱。
在南方是非要上郊外或山上去才听得到的。
这秋蝉的嘶叫，在北方可和蟋蟀耗子一样，简直像是家家户户都养在家里的家虫。
As for autumn rains in the North, they also seem to differ from those in the South, being moreappealing, more temperate.还有秋雨哩，北方的秋雨，也似乎比南方的下得奇，下得有味，下得更像样。
A sudden gust of cool wind under the slaty sky, and raindrops will start pitter-pattering. Soonwhen the rain is over, the clouds begin gradually to roll towards the west and the sun comes outin the blue sky. Some idle townsfolk, wearing lined or unlined clothing made of thick cloth, willcome out pipe in mouth and, loitering under a tree by the end of a bridge, exchange leisurelyconversation with acquaintances with a slight touch of regret at the passing of time:在灰沉沉的天底下，忽而来一阵凉风，便息列索落地下起雨来了。