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英语阅读篇一给年轻人的忠告Remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you handle a pick or a pen, a wheel-barrow or a set of books, digging ditches or editing a paper, ringing an auction bell or writing funny things, you must work. If you look around you will see the men who are the most able to live the rest of their days without work are the men who work the hardest. Dont be afraid of killing yourself with overwork. It is beyond your power to do that on the sunny side of thirty. They die sometimes, but it is because they quit work at six in the evening, and do not go home until two in the morning. It’s the interval that kills, my son. The work gives you an appetite for your meals; it lends solidity to your slumbers, it gives you a perfect and grateful appreciation of a holiday.谨记，我的年轻人，你们必需工作.不管你是使锄头还是用笔，也不管是推手推车还是编记账簿，也不管你是种地还是编辑报纸，是拍卖师亦或是作家，都必需有一份工作，并为之努力奋斗.假如细致视察四周的人，你就会发觉，那些工作最努力的人最有可能安享晚年而无须去工作.不要胆怯超负荷的工作会缩短你的寿命，缺乏三十岁的年龄，你的承受实力远不止如此.假如说真的有人过早送命，那完全是因为他们在晚上六点完毕工作，却要在外流连到凌晨两点才归家.我的年轻人，正是晚上六点到凌晨两点的这段时间的生活毁了他们自己.工作会增加你的食欲，工作会使你坦然入睡，工作将会使你心满足足地享受假日。

初中英语阅读理解训练及参考答案(通用9篇)

初中英语阅读理解训练及参考答案（通用9篇）中考英语阅读理解及解析篇一Advertisers Perform a Useful Service to the CommunityAdvertisers tend to think big and perhaps this is why they’re always coming in for criticism. Their critics seem to resent them because they have a flair for self-promotion and because they have so much money to throw around. ‘It’s iniquitous,’ they say, ‘that this entirely unproductive industry (if we can call it that) should absorb millions of pounds each year. It only goes to show how much profit the big companies are making. Why don’t they stop advertising and reduce the price of their goods? After all, it’s the consumer who pays…’The poor old consumer! He’d have to pay a great deal more if advertising didn’t create mass markets for products. It is precisely because of the heavy advertising that consumer goods are so cheap. But we get the wrong idea if we think the only purpose of advertising is to sell goods. Another equally important function is to inform. A great deal of the knowledge we have about household goods derives largely from the advertisements we read. Advertisements introduce us to new products or remind us of the existence of ones we already know about. Supposing you wanted to buy a washing machine, it is more than likely you would obtain details regarding performance, price, etc., from an advertisement.Lots of people pretend that they never read advertisements, but this claim may be seriously doubted. It is hardly possible not to read advertisements these days. And what fun they often are, too! Just think what a railway station or a newspaper would be like without advertisements. Would you enjoy gazing at a blank wall or reading railway byelaws while waiting for a train? Would you like to read only closely printed columns of news in your daily paper? A cheerful, witty advertisement makes such a difference to a drab wall or a newspaper full of the daily ration of calamities.We must not forget, either, that advertising makes a positive contribution to our pockets. Newspapers, commercial radio and television companies could not subsist without this source of revenue. The fact that we pay so little for our daily paper, or can enjoy so many broadcast programmes is due entirely to the money spent by advertisers. Just think what a newspaper would cost if we had to pay its full price!Another thing we mustn’t forget is the ‘small ads.’ which are in virtually every newspaper and magazine. What a tremendously useful service they perform for the community! Just about anything can be accomplished through these columns. For instance, you can find a job, buy or sell a house, announce a birth, marriage or death in what used to be called the ‘hatch, match and dispatch’ column but by far the most fascinating section is the personal or ‘agony’ column. No other item in a newspaper provides such entertaining reading or offers such a deep insight into human nature. It’s the best advertisement for advertising there is!1. What is main idea of this passage?A. Advertisement.B. The benefits of advertisement.C. Advertisers perform a useful service to communities.D. The costs of advertisement.2. The attitude of the author toward advertisers isA. appreciative.B. trustworthy.C. critical.D. dissatisfactory.3. Why do the critics criticize advertisers?A. Because advertisers often brag.B. Because critics think advertisement is a “waste of money”。

英语文章阅读理解范文(5篇)

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If you want to learn about different sample formats and writing methods, please stay tuned!英语文章阅读理解范文(5篇)英语文章阅读理解范文第一篇_Leave him alone_ I yelled as I walked out of the orphanage gate and saw several of the Spring Park School bullies pushing the deaf kid around.I did not know the boy at all but I knew that we were about the same age， because of his size.He lived in the old white house across the street from the orphanage where I lived.I had seen him on his front porch several times doing absolutely nothing， eXcept just sitting there making funny like hand movements.In the summer time we didnt get much to eat for Sunday supper，eXcept watermelon and then we had to eat it outside behind the dining room so we would not make a mess on the tables inside.About the only time that I would see him was through the high chain-link fence that surrounded the orphanage when we ate our watermelon outside.The deaf kid started making all kind of hand signals， real fast like._You are a stupid idiot_ said the bigger of the two bullies as he pushed the boy down on the ground.The other bully ran around behind the boy and kicked him as hard as he could in the back.The deaf boys body started shaking all over and he curled up in a ball trying to shield and hide his face.He lookedlike he was trying to cry， or something but he just couldnt make any sounds， I dont think.I ran as fast as I could back through the orphanage gate and into the thick azalea bushes.I uncovered my home-made bow which I had constructed out of bamboo and string.I grabbed four arrows that were also made of bamboo and they had coca cola tops bent around the ends to make real sharp tips.Then I ran back out the gate with an arrow cocked in the bow and I just stood there quiet like， breathing real hard just daring either one of them to kick or touch the boy again._Youre a dumb freak just like him you big eared creep_ said one of the boys as he grabbed his friend and backed off far enough so that the arrow would not hit them._If youre so brave kick him again now_ I said， shaking like a leaf.The bigger of the two bullies ran up and kicked the deaf boy in the middle of his back as hard as he could and then he ran out of arrow range again.The boy jerked about and then made a sound that I will never forget for as long as I live.It was the sound like a whale makes when it has been harpooned and knows that it is about to die.I fired all four of my arrows at the two bullies as they ran away laughing about what they had done.I pulled the boy up off the ground and helped him back to his house which was about two blocks down the street from the school building.When we reached his home his sister told me that her brother was deaf but that he was not dumb like the two bullies said.That he was very smart but could not say or hear anything.I told her that he did make a sound when the bully kicked him in the back.She told me that I must be mistaken because all her brothers vocal cords had been removed during an eXperimental surgery， which had failed.The boy made one of those hand signs at me as I was about to leave.I asked his sister _if your brother is so smart then why is he doing things like that with his hands?_ She told me that he was saying that he loved me with his hands.I didnt say anything back to her at all because I didnt believe her.People cant talk with their hands and everybody knows that.People can only talk with their mouth.Almost every Sunday for the neXt year or two I could see the boy through the chain-link fence as we ate watermelon outside behind the dining room， during the summer time.He always made that same funny hand sign at me and I would just wave back at him， not knowing what else to do.On my very last day in the orphanage I was being chased bythe police.They told me that I was being sent off to the Florida School for Boys Reform School， at Marianna so I ran to get away from them.They chased me around the dining room building several times and finally I made a dash for the chain-link fence and tried to climb over in order to escape.I saw the deaf boy sitting there on his porch just looking at me as they pulled me down from the fence and handcuffed me.The boy， now about twelve jumped up and ran across San Diego Road， placed his fingers through the chain-link fence and just stood there looking at us.They dragged me by my legs， screaming and yelling for more than several hundred yards through the dirt and pine-straw to the waiting police car.All I could hear the entire time was the high pitched sound of that whale being harpooned again.As we pulled away in the police car I saw the deaf boy loosen his grip on the fence and slide very slowly to the ground and lower his head into the leaves and pine straw.That is when I realized that he probably really did love me and he wanted to save me because he thought that I too was making the whale sound.英语文章阅读理解范文第二篇Most people usually traveled by ship and train which are driven by steam engine.It played an important part in many kindsof vehicles several scores of years ago.Who invented steam engine and what units could be used to measure the power of engine?The word “horse-power” was first used two hundred years ago.James Watt from a worker‟s family made the world first widely used steam engine.At first， he couldnt tell people how powerful it was， because there were no units at that time.Watt decided to find out how much work one strong horse could do in one minute.He named that unit one horse-power.In this way he could measure the work of his steam engine.He discovered that a horse could lift a 3300-pound weight 10 feet into the air in one minute.His engine could lift a 3300-pound weight 100 feet in one minute.Because his engine did ten times as much work as the horse， Watt called it a ten horse-power engine.英语文章阅读理解范文第三篇Thanks for your letter.Im glad you like your school.I go to school from Monday to Friday.We have five classes in the morning and two in the afternoon.And we have many subjects to learn: Chinese， math， English， .， science， biology， music，history and so on.We also have many things to do after class.On Monday and Wednesday afternoons we play sports after class.OnTuesday afternoons some of us have a drawing class， and on Thursdays some have a dancing class.I like music， history and English.But my favorite is music.On Saturdays and Sundays I dont go to ually I go to the park and have a good time with my father and mother there.Love，Lin Fang( )1.Lin Fang has classes a day.A.fiveB.twoC.seven( )2.Some students on Tuesdays.A.play sportsB.have a drawing classC.have a dancing class( )3.Anna likes .A.historyB..C.her school( )4.Lin Fang likes best.A.musicB.EnglishC.history( )5.Lin Fang spends the weekends with in the park.A.AnnaB.her classmatesC.her parents英语文章阅读理解范文第四篇On February 14th，2000，my class went on a field trip to the beach.I had so much fun.When we returned to school，my teacher told me to go to the headmasters office.When I got into the office，I saw a police officer.Suddenly I realized somethingwas wrong.The police officer told me what had happened and we went to pick my sister up.After that，we went to the hospital and waited.Time went slowly.Finally，we got to see our mother.It was terrible.On the neXt day，the headmaster came and told my two teachers what had happened.I was taking a rest that day.I knew it had something to do with my mother.I kept thinking that she either died or had gotten better.How I wished that she had gotten better.When my teacher took me outside，my sister ran up to me.She started crying，Shes gone.Teresa，mommys gone.Shes dead.I couldnt believe it.We jumped into the car and drove straight to the hospital.Most of my family were there.The silence was terrible.I knew I had to say goodbye.Today when I look back，I still miss my mother very much，but I know that I will live.My mother was a strong mother，who had the biggest heart.My mother was an angel walking on the earth.I will always remember her as living.When someone is asked who their hero (英雄)is，they usually say someone famous，like Michael Jordan or Britney Spears.When someone asks me who my hero is，I tell them，my mother.My mother lives every day.That is what makes her a true hero.根据以上短文内容，然后从每题所给的四个选项中选择选项。

英语阅读文章六篇

英语阅读文章六篇英语阅读：The Language of MusicA painter hangs his or her finished pictures on a wall, and everyone can see it. A composer writes a work, but no one can hear it until it is performed. Professional singers and players have great responsibilities, for the composer is utterly dependent on them. A student of music needs as long and as arduous a training to become a performer as a medical student needs to become a doctor. Most training is concerned with technique, for musicians have to have the muscular proficiency of an athlete or a ballet dancer. Singers practice breathing every day, as their vocal chords would be inadequate without controlled muscular support. String players practice moving the fingers of the left hand up and down, while drawing the bow to and fro with the right arm-two entirely different movements. Singers and instruments have to be able to get every note perfectly in tune. Pianists are spared this particular anxiety, for the notes are already there, waiting for them, and it is the piano tuner’s responsibility to tune the instrument for them. But they have their own difficulties; the hammers that hit the string have to be coaxed not to sound like percussion, and each overlapping tone has to sound clear.This problem of getting clear texture is one that confronts student conductors: they have to learn to know every note of the music and how it should sound, and they have to aim at controlling these sound with fanatical but selfless authority.Technique is of no use unless it is combined with musical knowledge and understanding. Great artists are those who are so thoroughly at home in the language of music that they can enjoy performing works written in any century.英语阅读：An Empty BoxOnce 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 faced difficult 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.英语阅读：Happiness Equates with Fun?I 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-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasureare 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.英语阅读：Today is a GiftTwo 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 on the 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 c ould 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.英语阅读：Is Packing Important to You?A 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 the morning 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, Withall 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 thatwhat you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. 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.英语阅读：The Baby EagleOnce 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 aboutwhat 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 pedand swooped.Yes it is! said the mother.。

优秀英文文章

优秀英文文章在散文的短小篇幅中,虽然没有像小说一样复杂的故事情节和细致的人物刻画,也没有像戏剧一样大起大落的矛盾冲突。

下面是店铺带来的优秀经典英语文章阅读，欢迎阅读!优秀经典英语文章阅读篇一Real Life PhilosophyYou don‘t actually have to take the quiz. Just read this straight through，and you’ll get the point(an awesome one)it is trying to make!Take this quiz：1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer prize.5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.6. Name the last decade‘s worth of World Series winners.How did you do?The point is，none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.Here‘s another quiz. See how you do on this one：1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.6. Name half a dozen heroes whose storieshave inspired you.Easier?The lesson：The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials，the most money，or the most awards. They are the ones that care.优秀经典英语文章阅读篇二Three Peach Stones 三颗核桃Observe a child;any one will do. You will see that not a day passes in which he does not find something or other to make him happy，though he may be in tears the next moment. Then look at a man;any one of us will do. You will notice that weeks and months can pass in which day is greeted with nothing more than resignation1，and endure with every polite indifference. Indeed，most men are as miserable as sinners，though they are too bored to sin-perhaps their sin is their indifference2. But it is true that they so seldom smile that when they do we do not recognize their face，so distorted is it from the fixed mask we take for granted3. And even then a man can not smile like a child，for a child smiles with his eyes，whereas a man smiles with his lips alone. It is not a smile;but a grin;something to do with humor4，but little to do with happiness. And then，as anyone can see，there is a point(but who can define that point?)when a man becomes an old man，and then he will smile again.It would seem that happiness is something to do with simplicity，and that it is the ability to extract pleasure form the simplest things-such as a peach stone，for instance.It is obvious that it is nothing to do with success. For Sir Henry Stewart was certainly successful. It is twenty years ago since he came down to our village from London，and bought acouple of old cottages，which he had knocked into one. He used his house a s weekend refuge5. He was a barrister. And the village followed his brilliant career with something almost amounting to paternal pride.I remember some ten years ago when he was made a King‘s Counsel6，Amos and I，seeing him get off the London train，went to congratulate him. We grinned with pleasure;he merely loo ked as miserable as though he’d received a penal sentence. It was the same when he was knighted;he never smiled a bit，he didn‘t even bother to celebrate with a round of drinks at the“Blue Fox”7. He took his success as a child does his medicine. And not one of his achievements brought even a ghost of a smile to his tired eyes.I asked him one day，soon after he‘d retired to potter about his garden，8 what is was like to achieve all one’s ambitions. He looked down at his roses and went on watering them. Then he said“The only value in achieving one‘s ambition is that you then realize that they are not worth achieving.”Quickly he moved the conversation on to a more practical level，and within a moment we were back to a safe discussion on the weather. That was two years ago.I recall this incident，for yesterday，I was passing his house，and had drawn up my cart just outside his garden wall. I had pulled in from the road for no other reason than to let a bus pass me. As I set there filling my pipe，I suddenly heard a shout of sheer joy come from the other side of the wall.I peered over. There stood Sir Henry doing nothing less thana tribal war dance9 of sheer unashamed ecstasy. Even when he observed my bewildered face staring over the wall he did not seem put out10 or embarrassed，but shouted for me to climbover.“Come and see，Jan. Look!I have done it at last!I have done it at last!”There he was，holding a small box of earth in his had. I observed three tiny shoots out of it.“And there were only three!”he said，his eyes laughing to heaven.“Three what?”I asked.“Peach stones”，he replied.“I‘ve always wanted to make peach stones grow，even since I was a child，when I used to take them home after a party，or as a man after a banquet. And I used to plant them，and then forgot where I planted them. But now at last I have done it，and，what’s more，I had only three stones，and there you are，one，two，three shoots，”he counted.And Sir Henry ran off，calling for his wife to come and see his achievement-his achievement of simplicity.R. Duncan优秀经典英语文章阅读篇三Give us 15 Minutes A DayXYour boss has a bigger vocabulary than you have.That‘s one good reason why he’s your boss.This discovery has been made in the word laboratories of the world. Not by theoretical English professors，but by practical，hard-headed scholars who have been searching for the secrets of success.After a host of experiments and years of testing they have found out：That if your vocabulary is limited your chances of success are limited.That one of the easiest and quickest ways to get ahead is by consciously building up your knowledge of words.That the vocabularyl of the average person almost stops growing by the middle twenties. And that from then on it is necessary to have an intelligent plan if progress is to be made. No haphazard hit-or-miss methods will do.It has long since been satisfactorily established that a high executive does not have a large vocabulary merely because of the opportunities of his position. That would be putting the cart before the horse. Quite the reverse is true. His skill in words was a tremendous help in getting him his job.Dr.Johnson O‘;Connor of thee Human Engineering Laboratory of Boston and of the Stevens Institute of Technology in Hoboken，New Jersey，gave a vocabulary test to 100 young men who were studying to be industrial executives.Five years later those who had passed in the upper ten percent all.，without exception，had executive positions，while not a single young man of the lower twenty-five per cent had become an executive.You see，there are certain factors in success that can be measured as scientifically as the contents of a test-tube，and it has been discovered that the most common characteristic of outstanding success is“an extensive knowledge of the exact meaning of English words”。

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英语阅读文章大全（五篇）1.英语阅读文章大全篇一I think smiling is as important as sunshine. Smiling is like sunsh ine because it can make people happy and have a good day. If you aren’t happy, you can smile, and then you will feel happy. Someone may say, “But I don’t feel happy.” Then I would say, “Pl ease smile as you do when you are happy or play with your friends happily. You will really be happy again.”Smiling can let you have more friends.So I say, smiling is like a flower. It will give you happiness.微笑我认为微笑是一样重要的像阳光。

微笑是象阳光，因为它可能使人愉快和有一个早晨好。

如果您不是愉快的，您能微笑，您然后将感觉愉快。

某人也许说，“但是我不感到愉快”。

然后我会说，“请微笑，您，当您愉快地是愉快或戏剧与您的朋友。

您真正地再将是愉快的”。

微笑可能让您有更多朋友。

如此我说，微笑是象花。

它将给您幸福。

2.英语阅读文章大全篇二Sports help everyone to keep healthy, happy, and efficient. So I pay special attention to games, especially table-tennis. Table tennis is my favorite game. I play it almost every day.Table-tennis is an ideal game for us because it brings the whole b ody into action. It strengthens our muscles, expands our lungs, promotes the circulation of the blood, and causes a healthy action of the sk in. Besides, it is very amusing and does not cost us much money. Table-tennis is very moderate; it is not so rough as football. It is an ind oor game and can be played even on rainy days. Thus, it is my favorite kind of exercise.运动能帮助每一个人保持健康、快乐和有效率。

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如果你问我谁是世界上最美丽的人，我会毫不犹豫说在我看来，我的妈妈是最美丽的人。

我很爱她，没有人可以代替她。

If you are asked who you think is the most beautiful person in the world, I will say that my mother is the most beautiful person in the world, she means so much to me. She is the person who takes care of me all the time, when I feel unhappy, she is the first one realizes it and comfort me. My mother is a homely woman, but she is kind-hearted, I love her so much.如果你被问到谁是世界上最漂亮的人，我会说我妈妈是世界上最漂亮的人，她对我来说很重要。

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下面是店铺带来的关于英语优秀文章阅读，欢迎阅读! 关于英语优秀文章阅读篇一Alienation and the Internet (网络，你“离间”了人群?)The Internet provides an amazing forum for the free exchange of ideas. Given the relatively few restrictions governing access and usage，it is the communications modal equivalent of international waters.1 It is my personal belief that the human potential can only be realized by the globalization of ideas. I developed this position2 years before the Internet came into wide spread use. And I am excited at the potential for the Internet to dramatically alter our global society for the better. However I am also troubled by the possible unintended negative consequences.There has been much talk about the“new information age.”But much less widely reported has been the notion that the Internet may be responsible for furthering the fragmentation of society by alienating its individual users.3 At first this might sound like an apparent contradiction：how can something，that is on the one hand responsible for global unification by enabling the free exchange of ideas，alienate the participants?I had a recent discussion with a friend of mine who has what he described as a“problem”with the Internet. When I questioned him further he said that he was“addicted，”4 and has“forced”himself to go off-line. He said that he felt like an alcoholic，in that moderate use of the Internet was just not possible for him.5 I have not known this fellow to be given to exaggeration，therefore when he described his internet binges，6 when he would spend over twenty-four hours on line non-stop，it gave me pause to think. He said，“the Internet isn‘t real，but I was spending all my time on line，so I just ha d to stop.”He went on to say that all of the time that he spent on line might have skewed7 his sense of reality，and that it made him feel lonely and depressed.The fragmentation of society has been lamented for some time now. It seems to me that it probably began in earnest after World War II when a generation returned from doing great deeds overseas. They won the war，and by God they were going to win the peace. Automobile ownership became commonplace and suburbs were created.“Progress”was their mantra.8 So even prior to the Internet‘s widespread popularity，folks were already becoming distanced from their extended families and neighbors. And when we fast-forward to today we see an almost cruel irony in that people can and often do develop on-line relationships with folks on the other side of the globe，without leaving their homes. But at the expense of the time that would have otherwise been available for involvement in other activities which might foster a sense of community in their villages，towns and cities.Last weekend my wife and I invited our extended family to our home to celebrate our daughter‘s birthday. During the celebration my young nephew spent the entire time on my computer playing a simulated war game. My brother-in-law and I were chatting near by and it struck us that in generations past，his son，my nephew，would have been outside playing with his friends. But now the little fellow goes on line to play his games against his friends in cyberspace.It seems to me that the Internet is a powerful tool thatpresents an opportunity for the advancement of the acquisition and application of knowledge. However，based on my personal experience I can understand how，as they surf the web some folks might be confronted with cognitive overload.9 And I can also understand how one might have his or her sense of reality distorted in the process. Is the Internet a real place?Depending upon how a“real place”is defined it might very well be. At the very least，I believe that when we use the Internet，we are forced to ask fundamental questions about how we perceive the world about us—perhaps another unintended consequence. Some would argue that the virtual existences created by some users who debate，shop，travel and have romance on line are in fact not real. While others would argue that，since in practical terms，folks are debating，shopping，travelling and having romance，the converse is true.All of this being said，I believe that the key to realizing the potential of the Internet is in achieving balance in our lives. This would allow us to maximize its potential without losing our sense of place.10 However like most things that is easier said than done. It seems to me that we are a society that values immediate gratification above all else，and what better place to achieve it than in cyberspace，where the cyber-world is your cyber-oyster.11 The widespread use of the automobile forever changed our society and culture，and perhaps a similar sort of thing is occurring now. I am not at all certain where the“information superhighway”will lead us：some say to Utopia，12 while others feel it‘s the road to hell. But I do know that we all have the ability to maintain our sense of place in the world. Whether we choose to take advantage of this ability is another matter.关于英语优秀文章阅读篇二You! 生命掌握在你的手里——超越卓越的你Consider…YOU. In all time before now and in all time to come，there has never been and will never be anyone just like you. You are unique in the entire history and future of the universe. Wow!Stop and think about that. You‘re better than one in a million，or a billion，or a gazillion…You are the only one like you in a sea of infinity!You‘re amazing!You’re awesome!And by the way，TAG，you‘re it. As amazing and awesome as you already are，you can be even more so. Beautiful young people are the whimsey of nature，but beautiful old people are true works of art. But you don’t become“beautiful”just by virtue of the aging process.Real beauty comes from learning，growing，and loving in the ways of life. That is the Art of Life. You can learn slowly，and sometimes painfully，by just waiting for life to happen to you. Or you can choose to accelerate your growth and intentionally devour life and all it offers. You are the artist that paints your future with the brush of today.Paint a Masterpiece.God gives every bird its food，but he doesn‘t throw it into its nest. Wherever you want to go，whatever you want to do，it’s truly up to you.试想一下……你!一个空前绝后的你，不论是以往还是将来都不会有一个跟你一模一样的人。

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下面是店铺带来的经典英语文章阅读，欢迎阅读! 经典英语文章阅读篇一十二月的玫瑰Roses in DecemberCoaches more times than not use their hearts instead of their heads to make tough decisions. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case when I realized we had a baseball conference game scheduled when our seniors would be in Washington, D.C. for the annual senior field trip. We were a team dominated by seniors, and for the first time in many years, we were in the conference race for first place. I knew we couldn’t win without our seniors, so I called the rival coach and asked to reschedule the game when everyone was available to play.“No way,” he replied. The seniors were crushed and offered to skip the much-awaited traditional trip. I assured them they needed to go on the trip as part of their educational experience, though I really wanted to accept their offer and win and go on to the conference championship. But I did not, and on that fateful Tuesday, I wished they were there to play.I had nine underclass players eager and excited that they finally had a chance to play. The most excited player was a young mentally challenged boy we will call Billy. Billy was, I believe, overage, but because he loved sports so much, an understanding principal had given him permission to be on the football and baseball teams. Billy lived and breathed sports and now he would finally get his chance to play. I think his happiness captured theimagination of the eight other substitute players. Billy was very small in size, but he had a big heart and had earned the respect of his teammates with his effort and enthusiasm. He was a left-handed hitter and had good baseball skills. His favorite pastime, except for the time he practiced sports, was to sit with the men at a local rural store talking about sports. On this day, I began to feel that a loss might even be worth Billy’s chance to pl ay.Our opponents jumped off to a four-run lead early in the game, just as expected. Somehow we came back to within one run, and that was the situation when we went to bat in the bottom of the ninth. I was pleased with our team’s effort and the constant gr in on Billy’s face. If only we could win..., I thought, but that’s asking too much. If we lose by one run, it will be a victory in itself. The weakest part of our lineup was scheduled to hit, and the opposing coach put his ace pitcher in to seal the victory.To our surprise, with two outs, a batter walked, and the tying run was on first base. Our next hitter was Billy. The crowd cheered as if this were the final inning of the conference championship, and Billy waved jubilantly. I knew he would be unable to hit this pitcher, but what a day it had been for all of us. Strike one. Strike two. A fastball. Billy hit it down the middle over the right fielder’s head for a triple to tie the score. Billy was beside himself, and the crowd went wild.Ben, our next hitte r, however, hadn’t hit the ball even once in batting practice or intrasquad games. I knew there was absolutely no way for the impossible dream to continue. Besides, our opponents had the top of their lineup if we went into overtime. It was a crazy situation and one that needed reckless strategy.I called a time-out, and everyone seemed confused when I walked to third base and whispered something to Billy. As expected, Ben swung on the first two pitches, not coming close to either. When the catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher Billy broke from third base sprinting as hard as he could. The pitcher didn’t see him break, and when he did he whirled around wildly and fired the ball home. Billy dove in head first, beat the throw, and scored the winning run. This was not the World Series, but don’t tell that to anyone present that day. Tears were shed as Billy, the hero, was lifted on the shoulders of all eight team members.If you go through town today, forty-two years later, you’ll likely see Billy at that same country store relating to an admiring group the story of the day he won the game that no one expected to win. Of all the spectacular events in my sports career, this memory is the highlight. It exemplified what sports can do for people, and Billy’s grea t day proved that to everyone who saw the game.J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” Billy gave all of us a rose garden.经典英语文章阅读篇二Big RedThe first time we set eyes on "Big Red," father, mother and I were trudging through the freshly fallen snow on our way to Hubble's Hardware store on Main Street in Huntsville, Ontario. We planned to enter our name in the annual Christmas drawing for a chance to win a hamper filled with fancy tinned cookies, tea, fruit and candy. As we passed the Eaton's department store's window, we stopped as usual to gaze and do a bit of dreaming.The gaily decorated window display held the best toys ever.I took an instant hankering for a huge green wagon. It was big enough to haul three armloads of firewood, two buckets of swill or a whole summer's worth of pop bottles picked from along the highway. There were skates that would make Millar's Pond well worth shovelling and dolls much too pretty to play with. And they were all nestled snugly beneath the breathtakingly flounced skirt of Big Red.Mother's eyes were glued to the massive flare of red shimmering satin, dotted with twinkling sequin-centred black velvet stars. "My goodness," she managed to say in trancelike wonder. "Would you just look at that dress!" Then, totally out of character, mother twirled one spin of a waltz on the slippery sidewalk. Beneath the heavy, wooden-buttoned, grey wool coat she had worn every winter for as long as I could remember, mother lost her balance and tumbled. Father quickly caught her.Her cheeks redder than usual, mother swatted dad for laughing. "Oh, stop that!" she ordered, shooing his fluttering hands as he swept the snow from her coat. "What a silly dress to be perched up there in the window of Eaton's!" She shook her head in disgust. "Who on earth would want such a splashy dress?"As we continued down the street, mother turned back for one more look. "My goodness! You'd think they'd display something a person could use!"Christmas was nearing, and the red dress was soon forgotten. Mother, of all people, was not one to wish for, or spend money on, items that were not practical. "There are things we need more than this," she'd always say, or, "There are things we need more than that."Father, on the other hand, liked to indulge whenever the budget allowed. Of course, he'd get a scolding for his occasional splurging, but it was all done with the best intention.Like the time he brought home the electric range. In our old Muskoka farmhouse on Oxtongue Lake, Mother was still cooking year-round on a wood stove. In the summer, the kitchen would be so hot even the houseflies wouldn't come inside. Yet, there would be Mother –roasting - right along with the pork and turnips.One day, Dad surprised her with a fancy new electric range. She protested, of course, saying that the wood stove cooked just dandy, that the electric stove was too dear and that it would cost too much hydro to run it. All the while, however, she was polishing its already shiny chrome knobs. In spite of her objections, Dad and I knew that she cherished that new stove.There were many other modern things that old farm needed, like indoor plumbing and a clothes dryer, but Mom insisted that those things would have to wait until we could afford them. Mom was forever doing chores - washing laundry by hand, tending the pigs and working in our huge garden - so she always wore mended, cotton-print housedresses and an apron to protect the front. She did have one or two "special" dresses saved for church on Sundays. And with everything else she did, she still managed to make almost all of our clothes. They weren't fancy, but they did wear well.That Christmas I bought Dad a handful of fishing lures from the Five to a Dollar store, and wrapped them individually in matchboxes so he'd have plenty of gifts to open from me. Choosing something for Mother was much harder. When Dad and I asked, she thought carefully then hinted modestly for sometea towels, face cloths or a new dishpan.On our last trip to town before Christmas, we were driving up Main Street when Mother suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Would you just look at that!" She pointed excitedly as Dad drove past Eaton's."That big red dress is gone," she said in disbelief. "It's actually gone.""Well . . . I'll be!" Dad chuckled. "By golly, it is!""Who'd be fool enough to buy such a frivolous dress?" Mother questioned, shaking her head. I quickly stole a glance at Dad. His blue eyes were twinkling as he nudged me with his elbow. Mother craned her neck for another glimpse out the rear window as we rode on up the street. "It's gone . . ." she whispered.I was almost certain that I detected a trace of yearning in her voice.I'll never forget that Christmas morning. I watched as Mother peeled the tissue paper off a large box that read "Eaton's Finest Enamel Dishpan" on its lid."Oh Frank," she praised, "just what I wanted!" Dad was sitting in his rocker, a huge grin on his face."Only a fool wouldn't give a priceless wife like mine exactly what she wants for Christmas," he laughed. "Go ahead, open it up and make sure there are no chips." Dad winked at me, confirming his secret, and my heart filled with more love for my father than I thought it could hold!Mother opened the box to find a big white enamel dishpan - overflowing with crimson satin that spilled out across her lap. With trembling hands she touched the elegant material of Big Red."Oh my goodness!" she managed to utter, her eyes filled withtears. "Oh Frank . . ." Her face was as bright as the star that twinkled on our tree in the corner of the small room. "You shouldn't have . . ." came her faint attempt at scolding."Oh now, never mind that!" Dad said. "Let's see if it fits," he laughed, helping her slip the marvellous dress over her shoulders. As the shimmering red satin fell around her, it gracefully hid the patched and faded floral housedress underneath.I watched, my mouth agape, captivated by a radiance in my parents I had never noticed before. As they waltzed around the room, Big Red swirled its magic deep into my heart."You look beautiful," my dad whispered to my mom - and she surely did!经典英语文章阅读篇三你才是我的幸福She was dancing. My crippled grandmother was dancing. I stood in the living room doorway absolutely stunned. I glanced at the kitchen table and sure enough-right under a small, framed drawing on the wall-was a freshly baked peach pie.I heard her sing when I opened the door but did not want to interrupt the beautiful song by yelling I had arrived, so I just tiptoed to the living room. I looked at how her still-lean body bent beautifully, her arms greeting the sunlight that was pouring through the window. And her legs... Those legs that had stiffly walked, aided with a cane, insensible shoes as long as I could remember. Now she was wearing beautiful dancing shoes and her legs obeyed her perfectly. No limping. No stiffness. Just beautiful, fluid motion. She was the pet of the dancing world. And then she’d had her accident and it was all over. I had read that in an old newspaper clipping.She turned around in a slow pirouette and saw me standingin the doorway. Her song ended, and her beautiful movements with it, so abruptly that it felt like being shaken awake from a beautiful dream. The sudden silence rang in my ears. Grandma looked so much like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar that I couldn’t help myself, and a slightly nervous laughter escaped. Grandma sighed and turned towards the kitchen. I followed her, not believing my eyes. She was walking with no difficulties in her beautiful shoes. We sat down by the table and cut ourselves big pieces of her delicious peach pie."So...” I blurted, “How did your leg heal?""To tell you the truth—my legs have been well all my life," she said."But I don’t understand!" I said, "Your dancing career (I)mean... You pretended all these years?"Very much so," Grandmother closed her eyes and savored the peach pie, "And for a very good reason.""What reason?""Your grandfather.""You mean he told you not to dance?""No, this was my choice. I am sure I would have lost him if I had continued dancing. I weighed fame and love against each other and love won."She thought for a while and then continued. “We were talking about engagement when your grandfather had to go to war. It was the most horrible day of my life when he left. I was so afraid of losing him, the only way I could stay sane was to dance.I put all my energy and time into practicing—and I became very good. Critics praised me, the public loved me, but all I could feel was the ache in my heart, not knowing whether the love of my life would ever return. Then I went home and read and re-readhis letters until I fell asleep. He always ended his letters with ‘You are my Joy. I love you with my life’ and after th at he wrote his name. And then one day a letter came. There were only three sentences: ‘I have lost my leg. I am no longer a whole man and now give you back your freedom. It is best you forget about me.’”"I made my decision there and then. I took my leave, and traveled away from the city. When I returned I had bought myself a cane and wrapped my leg tightly with bandages. I told everyone I had been in a car crash and that my leg would never completely heal again. My dancing days were over. No one suspected the story—I had learned to limp convincingly before I returned home. And I made sure the first person to hear of my accident was a reporter I knew well. Then I traveled to the hospital. They had pushed your grandfather outside in his wheelchair. There was a cane on the ground by his wheelchair. I took a deep breath, leaned on my cane and limped to him. "By now I had forgotten about the pie and listened to grandma, mesmerized. “What happened then?” I hurried her when she took her time eating some pie."I told him he was not the only one who had lost a leg, even if mine was still attached to me. I showed him newspaper clippings of my accident. ‘So if you think I’m going to let you feel sorry for yourself for the rest of your life, think again. There is a who le life waiting for us out there! I don’t intend to be sorry for myself. But I have enough on my plate as it is, so you’d better snap out of it too. And I am not going to carry you-you are going to walk yourself.’" Grandma giggled, a surprisingly girlish s ound coming from an old lady with white hair."I limped a few steps toward him and showed him what I’d taken out of my pocket. ‘Now show me you are still a man,’ Isaid, ‘I won’t ask again.’ He bent to take his cane from the ground and struggled out of that wheelchair. I could see he had not done it before, because he almost fell on his face, having only one leg. But I was not going to help. And so he managed it on his own and walked to me and never sat in a wheelchair again in his life.""What did you show him?" I had to know. Grandma looked at me and grinned. "Two engagement rings, of course. I had bought them the day after he left for the war and I was not going to waste them on any other man."I looked at the drawing on the kitchen wall, sketched by my g randfather’s hand so many years before. The picture became distorted as tears filled my eyes. “You are my Joy. I love you with my life.” I murmured quietly. The young woman in the drawing sat on her park bench and with twinkling eyes smiled broadly at me, an engagement ring carefully drawn on her finger.。

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英语美文阅读（最新9篇）英语阅读小文章篇一Chinchillas are, without a doubt, one the cutest animal species ever. With their bushy tails, tiny ears, long whiskers, and adorably fluffy fur, the little creatures can truly make you say awww。

In fact, it is said that their fur is the softest out of all land mammals!南美栗鼠（龙猫）无疑是最萌的动物之一。

毛茸茸的尾巴，小耳朵长胡须，蓬松的皮毛惹人爱。

这一小生灵真的可以让你“哇”一声惊叹。

事实上，据说其皮毛是所有陆地动物里最柔软的。

So, to celebrate the beauty of these little rodents, a list of cute baby chinchillas has been put together. Beware - it#39;s a cuteness overload waiting to happen!所以，为庆贺这小小啮齿动物之美，把一溜列可爱的栗鼠宝宝集中在了一起。

小心，眼前会超乎想象萌化你。

精美简短的英文散文篇二Time flies, a season of the horse, who entered the eyes, a thousand times, a glass of pure heart, only one person; Unable to read the old books, of time, is unbearable, mottled memories and sadness in the fingers, lonely heart wounds, scattered shoulders like autumn rain, cool is cool, I dont know the scarred heart, how to put to do; Pacing in the autumn, the autumn wind sweeping leaves, rustling, cool silent long moonlight, deserted long corridor of missing.The green onion, go to the unknown place, full of silence, the garden in the autumn, pale color cover the eyes; What kind of pen and ink can be a city of warm painting; With how tonal, can warm mountain warm water; How to fit the film; Perhaps the point is too desolate, how long time, is difficult to let go of this cold thought, like the fold on the autumn leaf, the open bone is difficult to enter the eye, is the desolation of the desolation, is the view of the lost heart.Once childhood sweethearts, now various places; Once flowers, now foam fireworks; At one time, in the evening, the mirror flower; Life can be turned upside down, like a pair of scissors, dissected the two words, and forget the horizon; In the wrong words, look for fragments that have not been forgotten, look for the breath of the years, imitate the inks of the years, and depict the scene of the year; Wishful thinking believe, did not leave, everything is not far away.Into the akisato, the arrival of the rain suddenly, without warning, cold wind to pass through, with his big raindrops, hall, as miss, wet feeling lukewarm, damp panoramas eyes, really want to the warm of big umbrella, once I cover you, the sun is rooted in my heart; Today autumn, frost and dew cool, all sorts of color, thin quietly retreat, once the scenery, gradually deserted, quiet lonely is full around, is a people come and go, made a silent spectator, in a hurry traveler.The years in the autumn wind, cool and cool, free of the eyes, deep shallow, withered, blooming, blooming, back and forth; Some of the pieces are already dusty, locked in the past, and even if you look for it, its a month in the water, an illusion, a chaotic scene. Once warm affection silk, one marigold, alone exquisitely condense into a piece of flower rhyme, break the thought into the palm of the palm, gently close together, pray, in the autumn, I can find you!Time is like a stream, the veins of the autumn, cold and cold, and all emotions, can not talk, perplexed. Very want to give a response, the remnant leaves dead branch, a ground bleak, the tangle that cannot clear, the wind rises white dew is frost, all in a cold air, whether a thought, a ground residue? The cold autumn water, with the thoughts to flow, perhaps the far mountains of autumn maple, in a safe posture, has been waiting for the four seasons, will read, wrote into the autumn!Imagine, coming from the words in the autumn, the heart is boiling ink, waiting for you to arrive; Not sad and not happy, in jiangnan rain lane, smoke and rain on the boat, holdingumbrellas between green mountains and green water; On top of the hill, in a piece of maple forest, comb the cold and warm self-knowledge of the time bun; Thought, read, the idea of the heart of the little like, a page of pages, embellishment color; In the memory of sitting, the relief of the missing, in the obvious texture, the static number strewn with the love silk.Read, write into the autumn, in the autumn wind autumn rain, followed by, the dance, the flood of missing; Write the wind, write the rain, write the missing, write the autumn maple language, wish each time is the idea of the heart, each time is not long; The wind with the rain, even the xiao xiao, will also in the foot of the rhyme, let the dying of the thought, waiting for the bud to blossom; Perhaps this seasons autumn is light, too deep, too indifferent, see full of maple red, waiting for a long time, is also a beautiful thing.Autumn is indifferent, quietly and come, the autumn leaves dancing hope, petal, fall into the dust; "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it is turned into spring mud." In the autumn, lift the love silk, fragrant still, let read from now on!英语阅读小文章篇三冬天里的晴朗日子Those Sunny Days In the WinterWhen winter comes, the days are always full of rain and there are less sunshine, so it is so rare to enjoy the sunshine, people will feel excited to see the sunny days. As for me, I will be very happy when the sun comes out in the winter. I will get some plans to spend my time in the warm day, sometimes I will call my friends out and have a picnic in the park, we can not only enjoy the sunshine, but also can have a nice talk, it will strengthen our communication. Sometimes our family will have the barbecue outside, we share our food and play games so happily. I love sunshine, when I feel frustrated, I will forget about all the worries once the sun is coming out. Those sunny days in the winter are so special to me.当冬天来临的时候，总是充满了雨水和少量的阳光，因此很难享受得到阳光，人们对晴天感到很兴奋。

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下面是店铺带来的英语阅读文章带翻译，欢迎阅读!英语阅读文章带翻译1时光机:我想告诉年轻时的自己Looking back at my younger years, I am sometimes amazed at how life has turned out. Nothing is exactly what I had originally planned for. The only thing that stays the same is who I am, my values, and my interests. If I could go back in time and hang out with my younger self for a day, here's what I would tell her.回首年轻的时候，有时我会惊讶于生活的变迁。

一切都不是我最初计划的样子，唯一不变的是我自己、我的价值观和我的兴趣。

如果我能回到过去和年轻时的自己漫步一整天，下面就是我要对自己说的。

1. Everything happens for a reason.一切事情都有原因。

Without mistakes and failure, you would never have learned. Without pain, you would never have grown. Once you understand this，you will know that everything comes in to serve a purpose. So don't stress or think that life is unfair, because everything happens for a reason. And only time will tell what it will teach us.要是没有错误和失败，你就不会学到东西;要是没有痛苦，你就不会长大。

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以下是为⼤家整理的关于《英语阅读理解10篇》⽂章，供⼤家学习参考！1、（1分）O. Henry was a pen name used by an American writer of short stories. His real name was William Sydney Porter. He was born in North Carolina in 1862. As a young boy he lived an exciting life. He did not go to school for very long, but he managed to teach himself everything he needed to know. When he was about 20 years old, O. Henry went to Texas, where he tried different jobs. He first worked on a newspaper, and then had a job in a bank, when some money went missing from the bank O. Henry was believed to have stolen it. Because of that, he was sent to prison. During the three years in prison, he learned to write short stories. After he got out of prison, he went to New York and continued writing. He wrote mostly about New York and the life of the poor there. People liked his stories, because simple as the tales were, they would finish with a sudden change at the end, to the reader’s surprise.1. In which order did O. Henry do the following things?a. Lived in New York.b. Worked in a bank.c. Travelled to Texas.d. Was put in prison.e. Had a newspaper Job.f. Learned to write stories.A. e. c. f. b. d. aB. c. e. b. d. f. aC. e. b. d. c. a. f.D. c. b. e. d. a f.2. People enjoyed reading O. Henry’s stories becauseA. they had surprise endingsB. they were easy to understandC. they showed his love for the poorD. they were about New York City3. O. Henry went to prison because .A. people thought he had stolen money from the newspaperB. he broke the law by not using his own nameC. he wanted to write stories about prisonersD. people thought he had taken money that was not his4. What do we know about O. Henry before he began writing?A. He was well-educated.B. He was not serious about his work.C. He was devoted to the poor.D. He was very good at learning.5. Where did O. Henry get most material for his short stories?A. His life inside the prison.B. The newspaper articles he wrote.C. The city and people of New York.D. His exciting early life as a boy.2、（1分）One day a few years ago a very funny thing happened to a neighbour of mine. He is a teacher at one of London’s big medical schools, He had finished his teaching for the summer term and was at the airport on his way to Russia to give a lecture.He had put a few clothes and his lecture notes in his shoulder bag, but he had put Rupert, the skeleton (⼈体⾻骼) to be used in his lecture, in a large brown suitcase (箱⼦). At the airport desk, he suddenly thought that he had forgotten to buy a newspaper. He left his suitcase near the desk and went over to the shop.When he got back he discovered that someone had taken his suitcase by mistake. He often wonders what they said when they got home and found Rupert.1. Who wrote the story?A. Rupert’s teacher.B. The neighbour’s teacher.C. A medical school teacher.D. The teacher’s neighbour.2. Why did the teacher put a skeleton in his suitcase?A. He needed it for the summer term in London.B. He needed it for the lecture he was going to give.C. He wanted to take it to Russia for medical research.D. He wanted to take it home as he had finished his teaching.3. What happened at the airport?A. The skeleton went missing .B. The skeleton was stolen .C. The teacher forgot his suitcase.D. The teacher took the wrong suitcase .4. Which of the following best tells the teacher’s feeling about the incident?A. He is very angry .B. He thinks it rather funny .C. He feels helpless without Rupert.D. He feels good without Rupert .5. Which of the following might have happened afterwards?A. The teacher got back the suitcase but not Rupert.B. The teacher got back neither the suitcase nor Rupert.C. The teacher got back Rupert but not the suitcase.D. The teacher got back both the suitcase and Rupert.3、（1分）On the evening of June 21, 1992, a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes entered the beautiful hall of the Bell Tower Hotel in Xi’an with his bicycle. The hotel workers received him and telephoned the manager, for they had never seen a bicycle in the hotel ball before though they lived in “the kingdom of bicycles.”Robert Friedlander, an American, arrived in Xi’an on his bicycle trip across Asia which started last December in New Delhi,India.When he was 11, he read the book Marco Polo and made up his mind to visit the Silk Road. Now, after 44 years , he was on the Silk Road in Xi’an and his early dreams were coming true.Robert Friedlander’s next destinations (⽬的地) were Lanzhou, Dunhuang, Urumqi, etc. He will complete his trip in Pakistan.1. The best headline(标题) for this newspaper article would be .A. The Kingdom of BicyclesB. A Beautiful Hotel in Xi’anC. Marco Polo and the Silk RoadD. An American Achieving His Aims2. The hotel workers told the manager about Friedlander coming to the hotel because .A. he asked to see the managerB. he entered the hall with a bikeC. the manager had to know about all foreign guestsD. the manager knew about his trip and was expecting him3. Friedlander is visiting the three countries in the following order, .A. China, India, and PakistanB. India, China, and PakistanC. Pakistan, China, and IndiaD. China, Pakistan, and India4. What made Friedlander want to come to China?A. The stories about Marco Polo .B. The famous sights in Xi’an .C. His interest in Chinese silk.D. His childhood dreams about bicycles .5. Friedlander can be said to be .A. cleverB. friendlyC. hardworkingD. strong—minded4、（1分）Mr. Grey was the manager of a small office in London. He lived in the country, and came up to work by train. He liked walking from the station to his office unless it was raining, because it gave him some exercise.One morning he was walking along the street when a stranger stopped him and said to him, “You may not remember me, sir, but seven years ago I came to London without a penny in my pockets, I stopped you in this street and asked you to lend me some money, and you lent me ￡ 5, because you said you were willing to take a chance so as to give a man a start on the way to success.”Mr Grey thought for a few minutes and then said, “Yes, I remember you. Go on with your story!” “Well,” answered the stranger,“are you still willing to take a chance?”1. How did Mr. Grey get to his office?A. He went up to work by train.B. He walked to his office.C. He went to his office on foot unless it rained.D. He usually took a train to the station and then walked to his office if the weather was fine.2. Mr Grey liked walking to his office because ________.A. he couldn’t afford the busesB. he wanted to save moneyC. he wanted to keep in good healthD. he could do some exercises on the way3. Mr. Grey had been willing to lend money to a stranger in order to_______A. give him a start in lifeB. help him on the way to successC. make him richD. gain more money4. One morning the stranger recognized Mr. Grey, and_______A. wanted to return Mr. Grey the moneyB. again asked Mr. Grey for moneyC. would like to make friends with himD. told Mr. Grey that he had been successful since then5. In the second paragraph, “…take a chance” means ______.A. Mr. Gray happened to meet a strangerB. Mr. Grey had a chance to help a strangerC. Mr. Grey helped a stranger by chanceD. Mr. Grey took the risk that the stranger would not give back the money which he lent him5、（1分）Even if you are a good high-jumper, you can jump only about seven feet off the ground. You cannot jump any higher because the earth pulls you hard. The pull of the earth is called gravity.You can easily find out the pull of the earth. If you weigh yourself, you will know how much gravity is pulling you.Since there is gravity, water runs down hill. When you throw a ball into the air, it falls back down. Because of gravity, you do not fall off the earth as it whirls (旋转) around.Then, can we get away from the earth and go far out into space? Now you can do it, because spaceships have been invented. Then spaceship will go so fast that it can escape (逃出) the earth’s gravity and carry you into space.1. In this passage, the word “gravity” means.A. the pull of everything.B. the force of attraction(吸引) among objects.C. the force which attracts objects towards the centre of the earthD. the force which attracts the earth towards the sun.2. When you slip(滑) you always fall to the ground becauseA. the earth always turns round.B. the earth has gravityC. the earth’s gravity is greater than your weight.D. you are careless.3. Gravity is strong thatA. it can throw a ball into the air.B. it makes you jump only seven feet.C. it can let you fly away from the earth.D. it can keep everything on earth.4. Because of gravity,A. water flows everything.B. we can go everywhere by ship.C. water always flows downwards.D. fish can live in water.5. We can get away from the earth by spaceship becauseA. the spaceship goes very fast.B. t h e e a r t h c a n t p u l l t h e s p a c e s h i p . b r b d s f i d = " 1 6 1 " > C . t h e s p a c e s h i p h a s a s t r o n g f o r c e . D . t h e s p a c e s h i p c a n j u m p h i g h e r t h a n o t h e r t h i n g s .。

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We are absolutely different persons. This individual distinction may cause conflict between us in every aspect of our life. Don't immerse ourselves in this infliction too long. Try to tolerant his/her in an introspective mood. Saints are not perfect, let alonethose ordinary people like us. Afterwards, we should get a good munication. Never shy to confess.Understanding, love and tolerance are the first three essences that es to an authentic friendship. Other qualities are also concerned such as thoughtfulness, trust and patience. Remember, friendship is your psyche's guard, treasure it.Passage 12.The Best Job 篇二Betty is a lazy girl. She doesn’t study hard, and she doesn’t help her mother with the housework, either. “What are you going to be when you grow up, Betty?” Mother asks. “You’re too lazy. No job will ever fit you.” “But I know one,” says the girl, “I’m going to be Father Christmas,” “You want to be Father Christmas?” Mother is surprised, “But why?” “Because he works only one day in a whole year.”Passage 26.A Flying Fox 篇三A flying fox is not a fox at all. It is a bat. Butthis bat looks like a fox. A flying fox is very big.It likes to eat fruit. Sometimes the flying fox is called fruit bat.The flying fox flies into fruit trees. Then the bat eats all the fruit. So fruit farmers do not like the flying fox.英语美文篇四Sitting on the drippy, cold steps of Penn Station, sharing a smoke with a boyfriend. This Saturday nightis scattered with drunks, and for once, we are not the drunkest; we do not smell the worst. Late-night, paranoid tourists don’t even star e—a few ask for directions. We are spreading our wet, waiting bodiesall over that stone, watching stumbling silhouettes wrestle with the escalator.She shuffles up the steps with the last of her strength. Her pink sweatpants are tinged with brown, and her feet are buried in city-stained bunny slippers. Her eyes look like they’ve seen so much sadnessthey’re forever doomed to apathy. They are eyes dazed with the work it takes to stay warm, and weary of the excess of privileged people. I’m looking at those glass eyes and thinking that she reeks of survival;that I’m too cold to move, and all I’m doing is waiting for the first train home.Out es her wrinkled, begging hand. We turn out our pockets and find nothing. The mouth of the station swallows her descending, dejected frame.Light another smoke. We are pushing reluctant time forward as it digs its heels in at the dusty smellsand sounds of old stories, at the sucking of smoke, at our involuntary shivers.She’s back again. The wrinkled hand, heavy with pleading, is now answering.She drops four warm quarters into my palm and says, “Get yourselves a cup of coffee. Merry Christmas.”The station gulps her up again before we can say thank you.Passage 18.I don’t think so 篇五Jack is a good boy but he doesn’t like to use his head. He often says something withou thinking.It makes others unhappy.Mr. Black teaches math in a school. He’s old now and he likes the Friday Mr. Black doesn’t go to work, because he’s ill in a hospital. And Jack’s mother will see him after di nner. “I want to be there with you.” says Jack. “You’re a rude boy. I can’t take you there.’’ says his mother. “Don’t worry, mum. I won’t do that again. Please believe me. ” says Jack. In the hospital, Jack says nothing at first. When they’re leaving ， he says to Mr. Black, “You look fine. The doctor says you’re going to die, but I don’t think so. ”英语美文篇六Let's prevent H1N1 from happening to usDuring the last few months,H1N1 ful has set off across the whole world.If we have the right way to prevent it ，itwon't scare.Here are some suggestions for you:First of all,you should cover your mouth with a napkin whtn you cough re sneeze,Next you'd better stay away from thepublic place if possible, if you have to,please wear a mask.Wash your hands carefully before meals and always keep your windows open so that the air will be fresh.At last,try to do more excisice to make your body strong so that you can stay in health.I think this is the most important.最近这几个月里，H1N1病毒在全世界引发起来。

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英语文章英语文章阅读（优秀5篇）英语美文篇一Let#39;s prevent H1N1 from happening to usDuring the last few months,H1N1 ful has set off across the whole world.If we have the right way to prevent it ，it won#39;t scare.Here are some suggestions for you:First of all,you should cover your mouth with a napkin whtn you cough re sneeze,Next you#39;d better stay away from the public place if possible, if you have to,please wear a mask.Wash your hands carefully before meals and always keep your windows open so that the air will be fresh.At last,try to do more excisice to make your body strong so that you can stay in health.I think this is the most important.最近这几个月里，H1N1病毒在全世界引发起来。

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英语文章阅读带翻译3篇

英语文章阅读带翻译3篇在世界经济全球化及中国加入WTO的形势下,社会需要大量能够用英语在国际上进行科技、经贸、法律和文化等方面交流的专业人才。

下面是店铺带来的英语文章阅读带翻译，欢迎阅读!英语文章阅读带翻译篇一In the public interestThe Scandinavian countries are much admired all over the world for their enlightened social policies. Sweden has evolved an excellent system for protecting the individual citizen from high-handed or incompetent public officers. The system has worked so well, that it has been adopted in other countries like Denmark, Norway, Finland, and New Zealand. Even countries with large populations like Britain and the United States are seriously considering imitating the Swedes.The Swedes were the first to recognize that public officials like civil servants, collectors can make mistakes or act over-zealously in the belief that they are serving the public. As long ago as 1809, the Swedish Parliament introduced a scheme to safeguard the interest of the individual. A parliamentary committee representing all political parties appoints a person who is suitably qualified to investigate private grievances against the State. The official title of the person is 'Justiteombudsman', but the Swedes commonly refer to him as the 'J.O.' or 'Ombudsman'. The Ombudsman is not subject to political pressure. He investigates complaints large and small that come to him from all levels of society. As complaints must be made in writing, the Ombudsman receives an average of 1200 letters a year. He has eight lawyer assistants to help him and he examines every single letter in detail. There is nothing secretive about theOmbudsman's work, for his correspondence is open to public inspection. If a citizen's complaint is justified, the Ombudsman will act on his behalf. The action he takes varies according to the nature of the complaint. He may gently reprimand an official or even suggest to parliament that a law be altered. The following case is a typical example of the Ombudsman's work.A foreigner living in a Swedish village wrote to the Ombudsman complaining that he had been ill-treated by the police, simply because he was a foreigner. The Ombudsman immediately wrote to the Chief of Police in the district asking him to send a record of the case. There was nothing in the record to show that the foreigner's complaint was justified and the Chief of Police stoutly denied the accusation. It was impossible for the Ombudsman to take action, but when he received a similar complaint from another foreigner in the same village, he immediately sent one of his lawyers to investigate the matter. The lawyer ascertained that a policeman had indeed dealt roughly with foreigners on several occasions. The fact that the policeman was prejudiced against foreigners could not be recorded in he official files. It was only possible for the Ombudsman to find this out by sending one of his representatives to check the facts. The policeman in question was severely reprimanded and was informed that if any further complaints were lodged against him, he would be prosecuted. The Ombudsman's prompt action at once put an end to an unpleasant practice which might have gone unnoticed.斯堪的纳维亚半岛各国实行开明的社会政策，受到全世界的推崇。

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loggers understand the constant pressure to deliver high quality, interesting content that will excite readers. Although keeping up with social media is a year-round activity, bloggers have a special kind of love-hate relationship with the summer season, here’s why:
The Ups:
1. Less Responsibility. Most people have more free time in the summer and are tied down to fewer obligations and responsibilities. This opens up more time for the development of innovative ideas on the blog.
2. More Inspiration. Unlike winter, when you’re bundled up inside, summer allows you to explore the world a little bit more. You can turn those sunny day adventures into interesting blog posts.
3. Blog on the Go. Blogging doesn’t have to be an inside activity. Enjoy the sunshine and take advantage of this beautiful season while you blog.
The Downs:
1. You’re Out and About. All of the ‘ups’ of summer blogging can also be negative, depending on your attitude. Although summer adventures can act as inspiration it also means that you have to drag your laptop around with you. Sometimes it can feel like you’re tethered to your work.
2. Less Responsibility, Less Follow-through. Having a more open schedule can be liberating but it may also result in laziness. When you’re not in your usual routine you can fall into the ‘I’ll do it later’pitfall.
3. Ultimately, your success with summer blogging comes down to your attitude and dedication. If you really love what you do you’ll find ways to make it work with all of your summer adventures. If not you’ll just be a little annoyed until fall, but chances are it will still get done. Every blogger makes their own schedule, sets their own limits, and motivates themselves in a unique way and summer is no different!。