關(guān)于每日必讀英語(yǔ)美文
關(guān)于每日必讀英語(yǔ)美文
英語(yǔ)學(xué)習(xí)在我國(guó)已轟轟烈烈地開(kāi)展了幾十年。英語(yǔ)學(xué)習(xí)書(shū)籍各種各樣。從小學(xué),初中,高中到大學(xué)不斷貫徹英語(yǔ)教學(xué),可以說(shuō)英語(yǔ)學(xué)習(xí)已成為一個(gè)熱門(mén)話題。下面是學(xué)習(xí)啦小編帶來(lái)的關(guān)于每日必讀英語(yǔ)美文，歡迎閱讀!
關(guān)于每日必讀英語(yǔ)美文篇一
Wind of forgiveness寬恕的風(fēng)
The story goes that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped felt hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face."
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life."
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. Why?"
The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
兩個(gè)朋友結(jié)伴穿越沙漠，旅途中二人突然吵了起來(lái)，其中一個(gè)摑了對(duì)方一記耳光。被打的人感到自己受了傷害，但什么也沒(méi)有說(shuō)，只是在沙地上寫(xiě)下了這樣一句話：“今天我最好的朋友摑了我耳光。他們繼續(xù)前行，看見(jiàn)到處綠洲，他們正打算在那里洗澡時(shí)，剛才被打的人不小心陷入了泥潭，開(kāi)始深陷，他的朋友救了他。
等他從幾近淹死的邊緣蘇醒過(guò)來(lái)后，他在石頭上刻下：“今天我最好的朋友救了我的命。”他的朋友問(wèn)：“為什么我傷你之后，你在沙子上寫(xiě)字，現(xiàn)在卻把字刻在石頭上?” 他回答道：“當(dāng)有人傷害了我們，我們應(yīng)該把它寫(xiě)進(jìn)沙里，寬恕的風(fēng)會(huì)把仇恨抹去。而當(dāng)有人為我們做了好事，我們應(yīng)當(dāng)把它刻在石頭上，沒(méi)有風(fēng)可以將它抹去。”
關(guān)于每日必讀英語(yǔ)美文篇二
Let’s Smile讓我們微笑
The thing that goes the farthest toward making life worthwhile,
That costs the least and does the most, is just a pleasant smile.
The smile that bubbles from the heart that loves its fellow men,
Will drive away the clouds of gloom and coax the sun again.
It’s full of worth and goodness, too, with manly kindness blent;
It’s worth a million dollars, and it doesn’t cost a cent.
There is no room for sadness when we see a cheery smile;
It always has the same good look; it’s never out of style;
It nerves us on to try again when failure makes us blue;
The dimples of encouragement are good for me and you.
It pays the highest interest — for it is merely lent;
It’s worth a million dollars, and it doesn’t cost a cent.
A smile comes very easy — you can wrinkle up with cheer,
A hundred times before you can squeeze out a salty tear;
It ripples out, moreover, to the heartstrings that will tug,
And always leaves an echo that is very like a hug.
So, smile away! Folks understand what by a smile is meant;
It’s worth a million dollars, and it doesn’t cost a cent.
那最能賦予生命價(jià)值、代價(jià)最廉而回報(bào)最多的東西，
不過(guò)一個(gè)令人心暢的微笑而已。
由衷地?zé)釔?ài)同胞的微笑，考試大
會(huì)驅(qū)走心頭陰郁的烏云，心底收獲一輪夕陽(yáng)。
它充滿(mǎn)價(jià)值和美好，混合著堅(jiān)毅的仁愛(ài)之心;
它價(jià)值連城卻不花一文。
當(dāng)我們看到喜悅的微笑，憂傷就會(huì)一掃而光;
它始終面容姣好，永不落伍;
失敗令我們沮喪之時(shí)，它鼓勵(lì)我們?cè)俅螄L試;
鼓勵(lì)的笑靨于你我大有裨益。
它支付的利息高昂無(wú)比──只因它是種借貸形式;
它價(jià)值連城卻不花一文。
來(lái)一個(gè)微笑很容易──嘴角歡快翹起來(lái)，
你能百次微笑，可難得擠出一滴淚;
它的漣漪深深波及心弦，
總會(huì)留下反響，宛若擁抱。
繼續(xù)微笑吧!誰(shuí)都懂得它意味著什么;
它價(jià)值連城卻不花一文。
關(guān)于每日必讀英語(yǔ)美文篇三
Christmas morning圣誕的早晨
A light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church, eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister, Sharon. Across the street from the church was a Pan American gas station where the Greyhound bus stopped. It was closed for Christmas, but I noticed a family standing outside the locked door, huddled under the narrow overhang in an attempt to keep dry. I wondered briefly why they were there but then forgot about them as I raced to keep up with Jill.
Once we got home, there was barely time to enjoy our presents. We had to go off to our grandparents’ house for our annual Christmas dinner. As we drove down the highway through town, I noticed that the family was still there, standing outside the closed gas station.
My father was driving very slowly down the highway. The closer we got to the turnoff for my grandparents’ house, the slower the car went. Suddenly, my father U-turned in the middle of the road and said, “I can’t stand it!”
“What?” asked my mother.
“It's those people back there at the Pan Am, standing in the rain. They've got children. It's Christmas. I can’t stand it.”
When my father pulled into the service station, I saw that there were five of them: the parents and three children — two girls and a small boy.
My father rolled down his window. “Merry Christmas,” he said.
“Howdy,” the man replied. He was very tall and had to stoop slightly to peer into the car.
Jill, Sharon, and I stared at the children, and they stared back at us.
“You waiting on the bus?” my father asked.
The man said that they were. They were going to Birmingham, where he had a brother and prospects of a job.
“Well, that bus isn’t going to come along for several hours, and you’re getting wet standing here. Winborn’s just a couple miles up the road. They’ve got a shed with a cover there, and some benches,” my father said. “Why don't y’all get in the car and I’ll run you up there.”
The man thought about it for a moment, and then he beckoned to his family. They climbed into the car. They had no luggage, only the clothes they were wearing.
Once they settled in, my father looked back over his shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet. Three glum faces mutely gave him his answer.
“Well, I didn’t think so,” my father said, winking at my mother, “because when I saw Santa this morning, he told me that he was having trouble finding all, and he asked me if he could leave your toys at my house. We'll just go get them before I take you to the bus stop.”
All at once, the three children's faces lit up, and they began to bounce around in the back seat, laughing and chattering.
When we got out of the car at our house, the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that were spread out under our Christmas tree. One of the girls spied Jill’s doll and immediately hugged it to her breast. I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon’s ball. And the other girl picked up something of mine. All this happened a long time ago, but the memory of it remains clear. That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy of making others happy.
My mother noticed that the middle child was wearing a short-sleeved dress, so she gave the girl Jill’s only sweater to wear.
My father invited them to join us at our grandparents’ for Christmas dinner, but the parents refused. Even when we all tried to talk them into coming, they were firm in their decision.
Back in the car, on the way to Winborn, my father asked the man if he had money for bus fare.
His brother had sent tickets, the man said.
My father reached into his pocket and pulled out two dollars, which was all he had left until his next payday. He pressed the money into the man’s hand. The man tried to give it back, but my father insisted. “It’ll be late when you get to Birmingham, and these children will be hungry before then. Take it. I’ve been broke before, and I know what it’s like when you can’t feed your family.”
We left them there at the bus stop in Winborn. As we drove away, I watched out the window as long as I could, looking back at the little gihugging her new doll.
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