高中生优秀英语美文摘抄

高中生优秀英语美文篇1秋天的故事It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves floating on the cool wind. In such a season, I liked walking alone in ehe leaves, listening to the sound of them.Autumn is a harvest season and life id uninteresting. The free days always get me down. But one day, the sound of a violin flowed into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. I was so suprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was lastin playing her violin. I had never seen her before. The music was so attractive that I listened quietly. Lest(唯恐，以免) in the music, Ididn't realize that I had been standing there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her.Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin inthe corner of the building when I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only audience. The autunm seemed no longer lonely and life became interesting. Though we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believes she also like me.Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening devotesly, the sound suddenly stopped. To my astonishment, the girl came over to me."You must like violin," she said."Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?" I asked.Suddenly, a sad expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual. "I came here to see my grandmother. But mow I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that encourage me." she said. "In face, it was your playing that give me a meaningful autumn." I answered. "Let us be friends." The girl smiled and I smiled.I never heard the play agin in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind.But I will always remember the fine figure of the girl. She is like adream; so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so muchlight that it makes the autumn beautiful.There are many kinds of friends. Some are always with you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but are chose to you. Many people will step in yur life, but only true friends leave footprints.I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the violin. She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will slways be my best friend.高中生优秀英语美文篇2秋天的落日We had a remarkable sunset one day last November. I was walking in a meadow(草地，牧场), the source of a small brook(小溪，小河), when the sun at last, just before setting, after a cold gray day, reached a clear stratum(地层) in the horizon, and the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the stems of the trees in the opposite horizon, and on the leaves of the shrub-oaks on the hill-side, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow eastward, as if we were the only motes(微粒) in its beams. It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing wanted to make a paradise of that meadow.The sun sets on some retired meadow, where no house is visible, with all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and, perchance(偶然，可能), as it has never set before, --where there is but a solitary marsh-hawk to have his wings gilded by it, or only a masques lookout from his cabin, and there is some little black-veined brook in the midst of the marsh, just beginning to meander(漫步，曲流), winding slowly round a decaying stump. We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it.高中生优秀英语美文篇3衬衫夫人的回忆Mrs. Blouse had been with the Johnson family for three generations. This was no mean feat for an article of clothing. She hadsurvived the test of time; and though her colors were faded and her material worn thin, she was still loved through and through(完全，彻底).Mrs. Blouse could never forget the day when Great Grandma Johnson had first discovered her on the clothing rack - it was love at first sight! GG had held her up to the light and laughed as she exclaimed, "This is the perfect blouse. I'll never part with it."Well, good ol' GG hadn't quite lived up to her word. After years of garden parties and beach picnics GG had passed Mrs. Blouse on to her daughter, Grandma Johnson. This was the beginning of a difficult season. The special attention that GJ gave her made the other clothing jealous! Ms. Skirt and Mrs. Scarf were particularly mean towards her. Eventually, they even managed to turn Ms. Undergarment against her!GJ often wore Mrs. Blouse on special occasions; this was an encouragement for Mrs. Blouse in light of all the ridicule she endured. In fact, whenever Mrs. Blouse was feeling depressed she would turn toher memories: walking through the park with GJ on the first day of spring, feeding the new baby together, or just baking cookies in the kitchen.Today Mrs. Blouse was again being passed on to another family member! Mrs. Blouse was both excited and nervous - how would Mrs. J and her current clothing treat her?Much to her delight, the new clothes accepted her with open arms! She discovered that some articles of clothing had been with the familyfor five generations - Great, Great Grandpa's winter coat! They hit itoff together and were soon swapping stories of the good old days. The other garments listened eagerly. This new season would bring joy once more!。