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适合朗读的英语美文3篇带翻译欣赏

适合朗读的英语美文3篇带翻译欣赏

适合朗读的英语美文3篇带翻译欣赏参加一些英语的朗诵大赛,不仅能提高我们的英语口语,还能从各个方面提升自身的气质,今天店铺在这里为大家分享一些适合朗读的英语美文3篇,欢迎大家阅读!适合朗读的英语美文:Leaders Who Use Humour and Charm to Reach the Top领导靠幽默与魅力发迹Humour and charm are a surprisingly powerful combination as a means of ascent in life.作为人生发迹的手段之一,幽默和魅力是一对效力惊人的组合。

I have met a number of entrepreneurs who have built fortunes on the back of their wit and general popularity -and not much else. They disarm us with self-deprecation, we enjoy their company-so why wouldn't we want to do business with them? Of course, it all has to be done well; sycophancy and flat jokes do not weave the same spell.我遇见过许多凭借风趣机智和好人缘白手起家的企业家。

他们谦和自敛,让我们生不起气来。

我们与他们相处愉快一一所以我们为什么不与他们做生意呢?当然,这里面必须讲求技巧。

一味溜颈拍马,开一些干巴巴的玩笑,不会产生同样的魔力。

The British feel that some light relief amid the drudgery is essential for existence to be tolerable. It seems to be a cornerstone of our psychology and culture. In London, to say someone has no sense of humour is to condemn them utterly. Many important meetings I attend start with a little friendly banter to break the ice, a ritual to remind us that we are all human-rather than simply robots of commerce.英国人认为,人生在世,就得苦中作乐。

英语美文欣赏

英语美文欣赏

英语美文欣赏(一)The sand and stoneThe story goes that two friends were walking through the desert.During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friendslapped 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 mybest friend saved my life."The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him.After I hurtyou,you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. ?"The other friend replied:"When someone hurts us we should write it down insand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. Learn to write yourhearts in the sand and carve your benefits in stone.They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them.Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.译文:两个朋友结伴穿越沙漠,旅途中二人突然吵了起来,其中一个掴了对方一记耳光。

英语文学美文带翻译欣赏

英语文学美文带翻译欣赏

英语文学美文带翻译欣赏阅读是英语学习的一项基本技能,也是英语教学中的非常重要的一部分。

下面是店铺带来的英语文学美文带翻译欣赏,欢迎阅读!英语文学美文带翻译欣赏篇一Hate(Excerpt)仇恨(节选)Hendrik Willem Van Loon亨德里克·威廉·房龙Suddenly the war was over, and Hitler was captured and brought to Amsterdam. A militarytribunal condemned him to death. But how should he die? T o shoot or hang him seemed tooquick, too merciful. Then someone uttered what was in everybody’s mind: the man who hadcaused such incredible suffering should be burned to death.战争忽然结束,希特勒抓到了,押解到阿姆斯特丹。

军事法庭判他死刑。

可怎么个死法?枪毙了吧,上绞刑架吧,都未免死的太快、太便宜了他。

后来,不知是谁说出了大家的心里话:此人造成的苦难简直令人难以置信,应该把他烧死。

“But,” objected one judge, “our biggest public square in Amsterdam holds only 10,000 people,and 7,000,000 Dutch men, women and children will want to be there to curse him during hisdying moments.”“可是,”有一名法官不赞成,“我们阿姆斯特丹最大的广场也只能容纳万把人,可他要死了,到时候男男女女,少小娃子,是荷兰人谁不想上前去咒他一句,总得有700万人啊。

经典优秀英语美文欣赏

经典优秀英语美文欣赏

经典优秀英语美文欣赏英语阅读,是英语学习和英语教学中的一个重要环节,它是我们获取知识、外界信息,与外界交流的主要途径之一。

下面是店铺带来的经典优秀英语美文欣赏,欢迎阅读!经典优秀英语美文欣赏篇一Piano Music(钢琴曲)There are advantages and disadvantages to coming from a large family. Make that a large family with a single parent,and they double. The disadvantages are never so apparent as when someone wants to go off to college. Parents have cashed in life insurance policies to cover the cost of one year.My mother knew that she could not send me to college and pay for it. She worked in a retail store and made just enough to pay the bills and take care of the other children at home. If I wanted to go to college,it was up to me to find out how to get there.I found that I qualified for some grants because of the size of our family,my mom“s income and my SAT scores. There was enough to cover school and books,but not enough for room and board. I accepted a job as part of a work-study program. While not glamorous,it was one I could do. I washed dishes in the school cafeteria.To help myself study,I made flash cards that fit perfectly on the large metal dishwasher. After I loaded the racks,I stood there and flipped cards,learning the makeup of atoms while water and steam broke them down all around me. I learned how to make y equal to z while placing dishes in stacks. My wrinkled fingers flipped many a card,and many times my tired brain drifted off,and a glass would crash to the floor. My grades wentup and down. It was the hardest work I had ever done.Just when I thought the bottom was going to drop out of my college career,an angel appeared. Well,one of those that are on earth,without wings.“I heard that you need some help,”he said.“What do you mean?”I asked,trying to figure out which area of my life he meant.“Financially,to stay in school.”“Well,I make it okay. I just have trouble working all these hours and finding time to study.”“Well,I think I have a way to help you out.”He went on to explain that his grandparents needed help on the weekends. All that was required of me was cooking meals and helping them get in and out of bed in the morning and evening. The job paid four hundred dollars a month,twice the money I was making washing dishes. Now I would have time to study. I went to meet his grandparents and accepted the job.My first discovery was his grandmother“s great love of music. She spent hours playing her old,off-key piano. One day,she told me I didn”t have enough fun in my life and 11)took it upon herself to teach me the art.Grandma was impressed with my ability and encouraged me to continue. Weekends in their house became more than just books and cooking;they were filled with the wonderful sounds of the out-of-tune piano and two very out-of-tune singers.When Christmas break came,Grandma got a chest cold,and I was afraid to leave her. I hadn“t been home since Labor Day,and my family was anxious to see me. I agreed to come home,but for two weeks instead of four,so I could return to Grandma and Grandpa. I said my good-byes,arranged for theirtemporary care and return home.As I was loading my car to go back to school,the phone rang.“Daneen,don”t rush back,“he said.“Why?What”s wrong?“I asked,panic rising.“Grandma died last night,and we have decided to put Grandpa in a ret irement home. I”m sorry.“I hung up the phone feeling like my world had ended. I had lost my friend,and that was far worse than knowing I would have to return to dishwashing.I went back at the end of four weeks,asking to begin the work-study program again. The financial aid advisor looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I explained my position,then he smiled and slid me an envelope.“This is for you,”he said.It was from grandma. She had known how sick she was. In the envelope was enough money to pay for the rest of my school year and a request that I take piano lessons in her memory.I don“t think”The Old Grey Mare“was even played with more feeling than it was my second year in college. Now,years later,when I walk by a piano,I smile and think of Grandma. She is tearing up the ivories in heaven,I am sure.Daneen Kaufman Wedekind经典优秀英语美文欣赏篇二Winston Churchill: His Other Life(丘吉尔与绘画)My father,Winston Churchill,began his love affair with painting in his 40s,amid disastrous circumstances. As First Lord of the Admiralty in 1915,he was deeply involved in a campaign in the Dardanelles that could have shortened the course of a bloody world war. But when the mission failed,with great loss of life,Churchill paid the price,both publicly and privately. Hewas removed from the admiralty and effectively sidelined.Overwhelmed by the catastrophe—“I thought he would die of grief,”said his wife,Clementine– he retired with his family to Hoe Farm,a country retreat in Surrey. There,as Churchill later recalled,“The muse of painting came to my rescue!”Wandering in the garden one day,he chanced upon his sister-in-law sketching with watercolors. He watched her for a few minutes,then borrowed her brush and tried his hand. The muse had cast her spell!Churchill soon decided to experiment with oils. Delighted with this distraction from his dark broodings,Clementine rushed off to buy whatever paints she could find.For Churchill,however,the next step seemed difficult as he contemplated with unaccustomed nervousness the blameless whiteness of a new canvas. He started with the sky and later described how“very gingerly I mixed a little blue paint on the palette,and then with infinite precaution made a mark about as big as a bean upon the affronted snow-white shield. At that moment the sound of a motor car was heard in the drive. From this chariot stepped the gifted wife of Sir John Lavery.“‘Painting!’she declared.‘But what are you hesitating about?Let me have the brush–the big one.’Splash into the turpentine,wallop into the blue and the white,frantic flourish on the palette,and then several fierce strokes and slashes of blue on the absolutely cowering canvas. Anyone could see it could not hit back. The spell was broken. I seized the largest brush and fell upon my victim with berserk fury. I have never felt any awe of a canvas since.”At that time,John Lavery– a Churchill neighbor and celebrated painter–was tutoring Churchill in his art. Later,Lavery said of his unusual pupil:“Had he chosen painting instead of statesmanship,I believe he would have been a great master with the brush.”In painting,Churchill had discovered a companion with whom he was to walk for the greater part of the years that remained to him. After the war,painting would offer deep solace when,in 1921,the death of his mother was followed two months later by the loss of his and Clementine‘s beloved three-year-old daughter,Marigold. Battered by grief,Winston took refuge at the home of friends in Scotland,finding comfort in his painting. He wrote to Clementine:“I went out and pa inted a beautiful river in the afternoon light with crimson and golden hills in the background. Many tender thoughts my darling one of you & yr sweet kittens. Alas I kept feeling the hurt of the Duckadilly [Marigold’s pet name].”Life and love and hope slowly revived,and in September 1922 I was born. This was also the year that Winston bought Chartwell,the beloved home he was to paint in all its different aspects for the next 40 years.My father must have felt a glow of gratification when in the mid 1920s he won first prize in a prestigious amateur art exhibition held in London. Entries were anonymous,and some of the judges insisted that Winston‘s picture– one of his first of Chartwell– was the work of a professional,not an amateur,and should be disqualified. In the end,they agreed to rely on the artist’s honesty and were delighted when they learned that the picture had been painted by Churchill.Historians have called the decade after 1929,when the Conservative government fell and Winston was out of office,his wilderness years. Politically he may have been wandering inbarren places,a lonely fighter trying to awaken Britain to the menace of Hitler,but artistically that wilderness bore abundant fruit. During these years he often painted in the south of France. Of the 500-odd canvases extant,roughly 250 date from 1930 to 1939. One,“The Loup River,Alpes Maritimes,”is owned by the Tate Gallery in London.In 1953,during his second prime ministry,my father had a stroke,and I went with him to the south of France where he convalesced. After five days I wrote sadly in my diary:“Papa is wretched. His paints have been untouched.”Once more the muse,and the magical light of the Riviera,came to his rescue. The next day Winston sent a telegram to Clementine:“Have at last plunged into a daub.”Painting remained a joy to Churchill to the end of his life.“Happy are the painters,”he had written in his book Painting as a Pastime,“for they shall not be lonely. Light and color,peace and hope,will keep them company to the end,or almost to the end,of the day.”And so it was for my father.* Mary Soames,fifth child of Winston and Clementine Churchill,is Chairman of Trustees of the Winston Churchill Memorial Trust.Mary Soames经典优秀英语美文欣赏篇三All you remember(你所记得的一切)All you remember about your child being an infant is the incredible awe you felt about the precious miracle you created. You remember having plenty of time to bestow all your wisdom and knowledge. You thought your child would take all of your advice and make fewer mistakes,and be much smarter than you were. You wished for your child to hurry and grow up.All you remember about your child being two is never using the restroom alone or getting to watch a movie without talking animals. You recall afternoons talking on the phone while crouching in the bedroom closet,and being convinced your child would be the first Ivy League1 college student to graduate wearing pullovers2 at the ceremony. You remember worrying about the bag of M&M“s melting in your pocket and ruining your good dress. You wished for your child to be more independent.All you remember about your child being five is the first day of school and finally having the house to yourself. You remember joining the PTA3 and being elected president when you left a meeting to us e the restroom. You remember being asked“Is Santa real?”and saying“yes”because he had to be for a little bit longer. You remember shaking the sofa cushions for loose change4,so the toothfairy5 could come and take away your child“s first lost tooth. You wis hed for your child to have all permanent teeth.All you remember about your child being seven is the carpool6 schedule. You learned to apply makeup in two minutes and brush your teeth in the rearview mirror1 because the only time you had to yourself was when you were stopped at red lights. You considered painting your car yellow and posting a“taxi”sign on the lawn next to the garage door. You remember people staring at you,the few times you were out of the car,because you kept flexing2 your foot and making acceleration3 noises. You wished for the day your child would learn how to drive.All you remember about your child being ten is managing the school fund?raisers. You sold wrapping paper for paint,T?shirts for new furniture,and magazine subscriptions4 for shade trees in the school playground. You remember storing a hundred cases of candy bars in the garage to sell so the school band could get new uniforms,and how they melted together on an unseasonably5 warm spring afternoon. You wished your child would grow out of playing an instrument.All you remember about your child being twelve is sitting in the stands6 during baseball practice and hoping your child“s team would strike out7 fast because you had more important things to do at home. The coach didn”t unde rstand how busy you were. You wished the baseball season would be over soon.All you remember about your child being fourteen is being asked not to stop the car in front of the school in the morning. You had to drive two blocks further and unlock the doors without coming to a complete stop. You remember not getting to kiss your child goodbye or talking to him in front of his friends. You wished your child would be more mature.All you remember about your child being sixteen is loud music and undecipherable8 lyrics9 screamed to a rhythmic beat. You wished for your child to grow up and leave home with the stereo.All you remember about your child being eighteen is the day they were born and having all the time in the world.And,as you walk through your quiet house,you wonder where they went and you wish your child hadn“t grown up so fast.。

经典英语美文文章欣赏

经典英语美文文章欣赏

经典语美文欣赏(一)The Rivals in the Life生活中的对手Jaguar is an endangered animal. It is said that there are less than 20 jaguars in the world currently, one of which is now living in the national zoo of Peru. In order to protect this jaguar, Peruvians singled out a pitch of land in the zoo for it, where there are herds of cattle, sheep and deer for the jaguar to eat. Anyone who has visited the zoo praised it to be the "Heaven of Tiger". However, strange enough, no one has ever seen the jaguar prey on the cattle and sheep. What we could see is its lying in its house eating and sleeping.美洲虎是一种濒临灭绝的动物,据说,目前世界上仅存不足20只,其中有一只现在就生活在秘鲁的国家动物园里。

为了保护这只美洲虎,秘鲁人在动物园里单独为它圈出一块地来,且圈地中有成群的牛、羊、鹿供老虎事用。

参观过虎园的人都惊叹地称这里是"虎的天堂"。

然而,令人感到非常奇怪的是,没有人看见这只老虎去捕捉牛羊,唯一能见到的就是它躺在它的虎房里重复着吃与睡的情景。

Some people thought that the jaguar felt toolonely,so they collected money and rented a female tiger to accompany it. Nonetheless, it did not make too much sense. The jaguar just sometimes went out of its house with its "girlfriend" and stayed in the sun for a while before it came back to its house again.一些人认为肯定是美洲虎太孤独了,于是就集资从国外租来一只雌虎陪它生活。

经典长篇英语美文欣赏长篇带翻译

经典长篇英语美文欣赏长篇带翻译

经典长篇英语美文欣赏长篇带翻译多阅读一些英语美文,对于我们英语阅读能力的提高会有很大的帮助,今天店铺在这里为大家分享一些经典长篇英语美文欣赏,希望大家会喜欢这些英语美文!经典长篇英语美文欣赏篇一Genius Sacrificed for Failure牺牲英才得庸才Wliilam N. Brown威廉·N.布朗During my youth in America’s Appalachian mountains, I learned that farmers preferred sonsover daughters,largely because boys were better at heavy farm labor (though what boysanywhere could best the tireless Hui’an girls in the fields of Fujian!)我在美国的阿巴拉契亚山区度过青少年时代时,发现那里的农民重男轻女,多半因为男子更能胜任重体力农活。

当然,如果要同福建省惠安县农田里的妇女相比,她们那份不歇不竭的能耐是任何地方的男子都自叹弗如的!With only 3% of Americans in agriculture today,brain has supplanted brawn, yet culturalpreferences, like bad habits,are easier to make than break. But history warns repeatedly of thetragic cost of dismissing too casually the gifts of the so-called weaker sex.今天在美国,脑力已经取代了体力,只有3%的美国人在从事农业。

但文化上的习俗正如陋规,形成容易冲破难。

优美的短篇的英语文章欣赏

优美的短篇的英语文章欣赏

【导语】⼀篇篇的优美⽂章都可是值得我们学习的,那么优美的短篇的英语⽂章呢。

今天⽆忧考就给⼤家分享⼀下英语美⽂欣赏,欢迎阅读!【篇⼀】优美的短篇的英语⽂章欣赏 by Jack London From the hell to the heaven, There's no straight way to walk. Sometimes up, sometimes down. Hope creates a heaven for us, Despair makes a hell for us. 地狱天堂路遥遥, 理想捷径⽆处寻。

起起落落前⾏路, ⼀线希望造天堂, 千般绝望坠地狱。

Some choices are waiting for me, Which one on earth is better? No God in the world can help me, Choosing is the byname of freedom, Different choice makes different future. 前⾏歧路须选择, 究竟哪条会更好? 绝⽆上帝可依凭, ⾃由别名乃选择, 不同抉择造异境。

It's stupid to put eyes on others. I have to make up my own mind, Going my way to the destination. 盲随他⼈不明智, 吾须定夺前⾏路, 不达⽬标誓不休。

Facing success or failure, It's no need to care too much. Only if I've tried my best, It's enough for my simple life. 纵然⾯对成与败, 谨记⽆须太在意。

只要吾已竭全⼒, 淡然此⽣⽆所系。

【篇⼆】优美的短篇的英语⽂章欣赏 O my luve is like a red, red rose, 啊!我爱⼈象红红的玫瑰, That's newly sprung in June; 在六⽉⾥苞放; O my luve is like the melodie 啊,我爱⼈象⼀⽀乐曲, That's sweetly played in tune. 乐声美妙、悠扬。

经典英语美文赏析

经典英语美文赏析

经典英语美文赏析优美的文字于细微处传达出美感,并浸润着人们的心灵。

通过英语美文,不仅能够感受语言之美,领悟语言之用,还能产生学习语言的兴趣。

度过一段美好的时光,即感悟生活,触动心灵。

下面店铺为大家带来经典英语美文欣赏,希望大家喜欢!经典英语美文赏析:空闲时光—度假I haven't had a vacation in a while.我有段时间没有度假了。

I think I'll take off soon.我想自己不久就会启程。

I'm not sure where I'll go or what I'll do.我不知道我要去哪里或我会做什么。

But I can learn a tourism place where I can go for a long road, 但是我了解到的是在旅游的地方我可以走很长的一段路、breathe fresh air and take some nice pictures.呼吸新鲜空气,拍一些漂亮的照片。

When I was a kid, I really look forward to vacations.当我还是个孩子的时候,我真的很期待假期。

Some of vacations were the best.有些假期是最好的。

It was care free time.尤其是完全自由的时间。

As I became older, and I have to pay for my vacations.而随着我逐渐长大,我为自己的度假支付。

Planning became important.计划变成的非常重要。

Time and money are always the big issues.时间和金钱总是大问题。

After having a family of my own, vacations are morecomplicated.在我拥有了自己的家庭后,度假变得更为复杂。

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(1) The Attitude towards Your LifeIf your life feels like it is lacking the power that you want and the motivation that you need, sometimes all you have to do is shift your point of view.By training your thoughts to concentrate on the bright side of things, you are more likely to have the incentive to follow through on your goals. You are less likely to be held back by negative ideas that might limit your performance.Your life can be enhanced, and your happiness enriched, when you choose to change your perspective. Don't leave your future to chance, or wait for things to get better mysteriously on their own. You must go in the direction of your hopes and aspirations. Begin to build your confidence, and work through problems rather than avoid them. Remember that power is not necessarily control over situations, but the ability to deal with whatever comes your way.Always believe that good things are possible, and remember that mistakes can be lessons that lead to discoveries. Take your fear and transform it into trust; learn to rise above anxiety and doubt. Turn your "worry hours" into "productive hours". Take the energy that you have wasted and direct it toward every worthwhile effort that you can be involved in. You will see beautiful things happen when you allow yourself to experience the joys of life. You will find happiness when you adopt positive thinking into your daily routine and make it an important part of your world.(2) The Happy DoorHappiness is like a pebble dropped into a pool to set in motion an ever-widening circle of ripples. As Stevenson has said, being happy is a duty.There is no exact definition of the word happiness. Happy people are happy for all sorts of reasons. The key is not wealth or physical well-being, since we find beggars, invalids and so-called failures, who are extremely happy.Being happy is a sort of unexpected dividend. But staying happy is an accomplishment, a triumph of soul and character. It is not selfish to strive for it. It is, indeed, a duty to ourselves and others.Being unhappy is like an infectious disease. It causes people to shrink away from the sufferer. He soon finds himself alone, miserable and embittered. There is, however, a cure so simple as to seem, at first glance, ridiculous; if you don’t feel happy, pretend to be!It works. Before long you will find that instead of repelling people, you attract them. You discover how deeply rewarding it is to be the center of wider and wider circles of good will.Then the make-believe becomes a reality. You possess the secret of peace of mind, and can forget yourself in being of service to others.Being happy, once it is realized as a duty and established as a habit, opens doors into unimaginable gardens thronged with grateful friends.(3) The Hidden GoldThere was once a farmer who had a fine olive orchard. He was very hard-working, and the farm always prospered under his care. But he knew that his three sons despised the farm work, and were eager to make wealth, through adventure.When the farmer was old, and felt that his time had come to die, he called the three sons to him and said, "My sons, there is a pot of gold hidden in the olive orchard. Dig for it, if you wishit."The sons tried to get him to tell them in what part of the orchard the gold was hidden; but he would tell them nothing more.After the farmer was dead, the sons went to work to find the pot of gold; since they did not know where the hiding-place was, they agreed to begin in a line, at one end of the orchard, and to dig until one of them should find the money.They dug until they had turned up the soil from one end of the orchard to the other, round the tree-roots and between them. But no pot of gold was to be found. It seemed as if someone must have stolen it, or as if the farmer had been wandering in his wits. The three sons were bitterly disappointed to have all their work for nothing.The next olive season, the olive trees in the orchard bore more fruit than they had ever given; when it was sold, it gave the sons a whole pot of gold. And when they saw how much money had come from the orchard, they suddenly understood what the wise father had meant when he said, "There is gold hidden in the orchard. Dig for it, if you wish it."(4) YouthYouth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.(5) The Power of WordsA group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed of what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was a little deaf.He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.This story teaches us two lessons:1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them.Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way.(6) The Pleasure of WalkingWalking gives us back our senses. We see, hear, smell the world as we never can when we ride. No matter what vehicle, it is the vehicle that is moving, not ourselves. We are trapped inside its fixed environment, and once we have taken in its sensory aspects — mainly in terms of comfort or discomfort — we turn off our perceptions and either go to sleep or open a magazine and begin dozing awake.But when we walk, the environment changes every moment and our senses are continuously being alerted. Around each corner of a city block, around each bend in a country road, there is something new to greet the eyes, the ears, the nose. Even the same walk, the one we may take every day, is never the same from one day to another, from one week and season to another.This is true not only in the country, but anywhere at all. In New York City, a group of executives who meet every weekday morning walk from their homes to their offices. Their way takes them through quiet streets of old brownstones, one of the oldest neighborhoods in the city, then up and over the Brooklyn Bridge with its cathedral arches supporting the weblike drapery of cables, then down into the tight skyscraper canyons of the financial district.On their daily route they see, hear, smell the city in all its seasonal changes, under bright and cloudy skies. Only the most inclement weather stops them — suitably dressed, they can walk with pleasure in spring rains, autumn drizzles, the sunlight of a summer morning or a soft winter snowfall. The river waters roll by below their feet, sullen or sparkling. Tugboats chug past, shoving and hauling their variously laden barges; on a shrouded morning, foghorns hoot and moan. The famous skyline of lower Manhattan rises before them, glittering in sun, afloat in mist, against a backdrop of sky never twice the same.(7) VeniceVenice is a fascinating city between sea and sky. It is built on 117 islands. There aren’t any cars or buses because there are no highways in Venice. But it has 150 canals and 400 bridges. The narrow streets, with their historic names, are paved with flagstones, but have no footpaths. They are lined with flower-decked balconies, Madonnas, shop signs and lanterns. Artisans’ stalls and palaces stand side by side. The squares are charming. The brick bridges, with white stone trimmings, are pitched high to allow barges to pass under them.Every year thousands of tourists from the five continents visit this beautiful city. They are always amazed at the charm of her water and pellucid light, which can make them free from all dust and cooled by the sea breezes.But because the level of the surrounding waters is constantly rising, the exceptional position of Venice constitutes a threat to its very existence. And the Venetians love their city and want to stay there to save Venice from the sea. Now carious measures have already been taken and a plan to safeguard and remedy the position is under investigation.(8) Hard Work is Good for HealthScientists find that hard-working prestigious people live longer than average men and women. Career women are healthier than housewives. Evidence shows that the jobless are in poorer health than the job-holder. An investigation shows that whenever the unemployment rate increases by 1%, the death rate increases correspondingly by 2%. All this comes down to one point: work is helpful to health.Why is work good for health? It is because work keeps people busy, away from loneliness and solitude. Researches show that people feel unhappy, worried and solitary when they have nothing to do. Instead, the happiest are those who are busy. Many high achievers who love their careers feel that they are happiest when they are working hard. Work serves as a bridge between man and reality. By work, people come into contact with each other. By collective activity, they find friendship and warmth. This is helpful to health. The loss of work means the loss of everything. It affects man spiritually and makes him liable to disease.Besides, work gives one a sense of fulfillment and a sense of achievement. Work makes one feel his value and status in society. When a writer finishes his writing or a doctor successfully operates on a patient or a teacher sees his students grow, they are happy beyond words.From the above we can come to the conclusion that the more you work, the happier and healthier you will be. Let us work hard and study well and live a happy and healthy life.(9) How to Learn with SuccessTo learn with success is not a very difficult task if some fundamental principles are laid down. While discussing this subject, I’d like to mention four indispens able principles: diligence, devotion, constancy, and punctuality.All things can be conquered by diligence. It makes the foolish wise, the poor rich, and the humble noble. It produces a wonderful effect. In learning, the work of a diligent fool doubles that of a lazy wit.Devotion means to set our heart on one thing at a time and give up all other thoughts. Never think of learning another subject while studying one subject. Those who often change their studies will never succeed in the long run. Therefore, in order to be successful we need devotion.Constancy makes success a certainty. In contrast, inconstancy often results in failure. If we study day after day, there is nothing that can not be achieved. We should remember a worthy proverb “Constant dropping of water wears away a stone.”Besides, there is another rule that contributes to one’s accomplishments, that is, punctuality. The habit of keeping regular hours is of extreme importance to successful learning. Work while you work; play while you play. Every man will certainly become strong and wise if he does so.(10) What I Have Lived forThree passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy -- ecstasy so great that I would have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness -- that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of theworld into cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what -- at last -- I have found.With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men, I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds away above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberated in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and I would gladly live it again if the chance were offered to me.。

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