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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.。

简单英语阅读美文欣赏带中文翻译

简单英语阅读美文欣赏带中文翻译

简单英语阅读美文欣赏带中文翻译以前就读初中的时候也经常会翻看一些英语阅读美文,虽然难度比大学时候要简单,但是每每还是会出现很多单词,因为查阅字典的原因,所以一篇英语阅读文章就要花费相当多的时间呢。

今天小编给大家带来简单英语阅读美文,希望大家喜欢并且能够有所收获。

简单英语阅读美文(一)论说谎Now as to the matter of lying. You want to be verycareful about lying, otherwise you are nearly sure toget caught, once caught, you can never again be, inthe eyes of the pure and the good, what you werebefore.Many a young person has injured himselfpermenently throuth a single clumsy and ill-finishedlie, the result of carelessness born of incompletetraining. Some authorities hold that the young oughtnot to lie at all. That, of course, is putting it rather stronger than necessary. Still, while I can'tgo quite so far as that, I do maintain, and I believe I am right, that the young ought to betemperate in the use of this great art until practice and experience shall give them thatconfidence, elegance, precision which alone make the accomplishment graceful andprofitable. Patience, diligence, painstaking attention to detail - these are the requirments. These, in time ,will make the student perfect. Upon these, and upon these only, mayhe rely asthe sure foundation for future eminence.Think what tedious years of study, thought, practice, and experience ,went to the equipmentof the peerless old master who was able to impose upon the whole world with the lofty andsounding maxim that "Truth is mighty and will prevail."- The most majestic compoundfeature of fact which any of woman born has yet achieved.For the history of our race and every individual's experience, are sown thick with evidence thata truth is not hard to kill and that a lie told well is immortal. There is in Bostain a monument ofthe man who discover the anesthesia. Many people are aware, in these later days, that he didn'tdiscover it at all, but stole the discovery from another man. Is the truth mighty, and will itprevail? No, My hearers, the monument is made of hard materials, but the lie it tells will outlasta millon years. An awkward, feeble, leaky lie is a thing which you ought to make it yourunceasing study to avoid. Why, you might as well tell the truth at once and be done with it.现在来谈一谈说谎。

英语阅读文章大全(五篇)

英语阅读文章大全(五篇)

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。

英语阅读小文章

英语阅读小文章

英语阅读小文章英语阅读小文章(精选11篇)提升英语阅读能力是我们学习英语的关键,那么有哪些适合阅读的英语小文章呢?下面店铺为大家带来英语阅读小文章(精选11篇),希望大家喜欢!英语阅读小文章篇1妈妈是最美丽的人Mother Is the Most Beautiful PersonMother is praised by people around the world, indeed, mother is so great, she gives birth to us, teaching us how to face the world and takes care of us all the time. If you ask me who is the most beautiful person in the world, there is no doubt that my mother is the most beautiful person in my eye. I love her so much, no one can take place of her.世界上的人都在歌颂妈妈,确实,妈妈是很伟大的,她给予了我们生命,教会我们如何面对世界和无时无刻不在关心着我们。

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。

关于英语优秀文章阅读

关于英语优秀文章阅读

关于英语优秀文章阅读英语散文的翻译,最难的不是语言的翻译,而是如何传递原文所给人的感觉和神韵。

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。

英语经典阅读文章

英语经典阅读文章

英语经典阅读文章经典的英语文章适合我们闲时练习英语阅读,下面店铺为大家带来英语经典阅读文章,希望大家喜欢!英语经典阅读文章篇一:I am an art student and I paint a lot of pictures. Many people pretend that they understand modern art. They always tell you what a picture is 'about'. Of course, many pictures are not 'about' anything. They are just pretty patterns. We like them in the same way that we like pretty curtain material. I think that young children often appreciate modern pictures better than anyone else. They notice more. My sister is only seven, but she always tells me whether my pictures are good or not. She came into my room yesterday.'What are you doing?' she asked.'I'm hanging this picture on the wall,' I answered. 'It's a new one. Do you like it?'She looked at it critically for a moment. 'It's all right,' she said, 'but isn't it upside down?'I looked at it again. She was right! It was!我是个学艺术的学生,画了很多画。

经典英语美文阅读带中文翻译

经典英语美文阅读带中文翻译

经典英语美文阅读带中文翻译在学习英语的过程中,在阅读英语文章的过程中,从来都不缺少英语美文让我们欣赏,不过每个人喜欢鉴赏的英语文章风格与类型都不大相同罢了。

今天小编给大家带来经典英语美文阅读,希望大家喜欢并且能够有所收获。

经典英语美文阅读(一)坚持不懈Napoleon declared, “Victory belongs to the mostpersevering.”Upon careful study we findperseverance depends upon three things - purpose,will, and enthusiasm. He who has apurpose is always concentrating his forces.By thewill, the hope and the plan are prevented fromevaporating into dreams.Enthusiasm keeps theinterest up, and makes the obstacles seem small.Life is in a sense a battle. The man who thinks to get on by mere smartness and by idling meetsfailure atlast.Perseverance is the master impulse of the firmest souls, and holds the key tothose treasure-houses of knowledge from which the world has drawn its wealth both of wisdomand of moral worth.Great men never wait for opportunities; they make them. They seize upon whatever is at hand, work out their problem, and master the situation. The greatest thing a man can do in this worldis to make the most possible out of the stuff that has been given to him. This is success andthere is no other.One of the important lessons of life is to learn how to get victory out of defeat. It takescourage and stamina, when mortified by humiliating disaster, to seek in the ruins the elementsof future conquest. Yet this measures the difference between those who succeed and thosewho fail. We cannotmeasure a man by his failures. We must know what use he makes ofthem. The man who has not fought his way upward and does not bear the scar of desperateconflict does not know the highest meaning of success.拿破仑宣称,“胜利属于坚持不懈的人”。

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LeroyThis is my little brother Leroy .When Granny sees Leroy ,she says , “What a sweet little boy !”When Grandpa sees Leroy ,he says , “What a bundle of joy!”But Granny and Grandpa don’’t know the real Leroy .The real Leroy is an annoying little boy .Leroy annoys Mum . He jumps on the table .He puts coins down the toilet .And he has a very loud voice .Leroy annoys my big sister .He fiddles with her little bottles .Leroy annoys the cat .She thinks he is too noisy .Cuddle !Cuddle !Cuddle !And Leroy annoys me !He scribbles on my books .He muddles up my toys and pops my bubbles.He spoils all my games .Yes , Leroy is a destroyer !But sometimes , just sometimes , I enjoy having a little brother .I like to tumble about with him .He gives me nice cuddles .And there is one time when Leroy is n’ t annoying at all .When he’ s asleep !Usman’ s BooksMy name is Usman . This is my bookshelf .I like reading my books .I wish I could step into a book !If I could step into this book ... I would meet a cook .I could put a hat on too and we would cook a good pudding .If I could step into this book ... I would meet Red Riding Hood .I could help her carry her basket and I could help the woodcutter rescue her .If I could step into this book ... I would meet Puss in Boots .I could pull on some boots too and I would chase mice with him .If I could fly into this book ... I would meet a spaceman .I could put on a helmet too and we would whoosh to the moon in a rocket .If I could run into this book ... I would meet a football team .We would play football and I would kick the ball into the goal .And if you could step into this book ...You would meet me !The Cinderella PlayThe twins were in a play .It was a play of Cinderella .Mum and Dad came to see it . Gran came too .Fred was the prince . He had to sing a song .Flick was a goose . She had to hiss at the ugly sisters .The ugly sisters were bossy . They made Cinderella do the dusting . Cinderella had an old dress and a duster .But then she got a nice new dress .She got some silver slippers too .Cinderella went to the palace .She danced with the prince .But then she ran away . She dropped a silver slipper .The prince picked it up .Cinderella ran home . Her ugly sisters went home too . Cinderella had her old dress on .The prince had to knock on the door .He had to try the slipper on Cinderella and her sisters .But Fred had lost the slipper !“Have my boot !” said Miss Hill .The ugly sisters tired on the boot .It was too loose . But they did said , “It’ s too tight!”Cinderella tried on the boot . It was too loose . But she said , “ It’ s fits! ”Mum and Dad liked the play .The Upside-down BrownsMr and Mrs Brown read the paper upside down .Mr and Mrs Brown have a teapot with two spouts and coffee comes out of their taps .Mr and Mrs Brown have a funny round house .It spins round and round like a roundabout .Mr Brown puts on his trousers to have a shower .He blows his nose on a towel .He puts on his sun hat when it is cloudy .He takes it off when the sun comes out .Mrs Brown is funny too .She bounces around in a crown .She puts flour on her nose and she puts powder in the cakes .Mr and Mrs Brown go to town in their dressing gowns .They climbing mountains in their slippers .They grow flowers in their bed .And they sleep outside in the flower bed .And when Mr and Mrs Brown see a clown...they frown !But if you think Mr and Mrs Brown are funny...how about their pets?No Milk TodayMr and Mrs Green’s cat was hungry .“Stop that noise !” said Mr Green .“She just wants some milk ,”said Mrs Green .But the milk jug was empty .“I will go and milk the cow,”said Mrs Green .But the cow would not give any milk .“She’s hungry too,”said Mrs Green .Mrs Green went to get some hay for the cow .But she could not open the shed .She needed a key .“Give me the key to the shed ,”said Mrs Green to Mr Green. But Mrs Green said ,“I can’t. I dropped it in the snow.”“Go and dig the key out of the snow ,”said Mrs Green .But Mrs Green said ,“My Feet will freeze. My socks have holes in them .”“ I will mend your socks ,” said Mrs Green . But she could notfind any wool .“I will get some wool from the sheep ,”said Mrs Green. But the sheep would not stand still .There were too many mice running around . “I will get the cat to chase the mice away,”said Mrs Green .So Mrs Green got the cat .The cat chased the mice . The sheep stood still .Mrs Green got some wool . She mended Mr Green’s socks .Mr Green dug in the snow . He found the key to the shed .Mrs Green got the hay .Mrs Green fed the cow . The cow gave her some milk .“Now I can feed the cat ,”said Mrs Green .But the cat was asleep !Tara ‘s PartyTara was six .“ Can I have a party ?” she asked .“Yes,” said Mum.Tara sent cards to her friends .Veejay came to the party .He gave Tara a toy car .Emma came to the party . She gave Tara a scarf .Martha came last . She gave Tara one marble .Then Martha put on the scarf . “I want it ,” she said .“It’ s Tara’ s scarf ,”said Emma .Martha started to cry .“Let’s play Pass the Parcel ,”said Tara .Tara passed the parcel to Veejay .Veejay passed the parcel to Emma .Emma passed the parcel to Martha .Martha did n’ t pass the parcel .She started to rip off all the paper . “Pass the parcel !”said Tara . Martha started to cry . “I’m not playing ,” she said .There were some sweets inside the parcel . Veejay found them .Martha started to cry again . “I want the sweets,” she said .They had tea . There were jam tarts and bananas.“I’m starving ,” said Martha . She ate ten jam tarts and five bananas . “Let’ s play Hide and Seek, ”said Tara .Veejay and Emma hid in the garden . Tara found them .Martha hid in the bath . She found a lot of jars . She took the lids off them .Tara found Martha . “ Put the lids back on the jars ,”she said .Martha started to cry again .Emma’ s mum and Veejay’ s dad came for them .“Was it a good party?”they asked . “ Yes ,”said Emma and Veejay .Martha’ s mum came last . “Was it a good party?” she asked . “No,” said Martha . “Everyone was nasty to me .”Paula the VetPaula is a vet and a very good vet . She opens the door and she calls , “Next pet !”Here comes a man . He walks through the door .He says , “My cat has a very sore paw .”Paula has a look . The paw is torn.“ Aha ! Says Paula , and takes out a thorn.Yes , Paula is a vet and a very good vet . She opens the door and she calls , “Next pet !”Here comes a boy . He walks through the door . He says,“My little dog’ s tummy is sore .”Paula tells the boy , “Your dog is ill ,but she’ ll soon get better if she takes this pill.”Yes , Paula is a vet and a very good vet . She opens the door and she calls , “Next pet !”Here comes a lady . She walk through the door . She says , “My rabbit has a very long claw.”Paula tells the lady .“The nail needs a clip .”Paula gets her scissors ---snip , snip , snip !Yes , Paula is a vet and a very good vet . She opens the door and she calls , “Next pet !”Here comes a girl . She walks through the door . She says , “My mousewon’ t run any more .”Paula has a look ,and she says , “I think your mouse just needs more water to drink .”All the morning , Paula the vet sees pet , after pet ,after pet ,after pet . More and more dogs , more and more cats , more and more rabbits and mice and rats .Paula sees ordinary pets all morning . Paula feels bored . Paula starts yawning .“It’s always the same ,”thinks Paula the vet . “I wish I could see an extraordinary pet !”But Paula the vet os a very good vet . So she opens the door and she calls , “Next pet !”Here comes someone . He walks through the door . It’s a very small boy...with a dinosaur !Clare and the FairCome to the FairCome to the Fair! Come to the Fair!Ride in a car . Ride in a chair .Down to the ground and up in the air !Mums , dads and children ---everyone’s there , flying around with the wind in their hair .Have a good stare .Have a good scare !You might win a fairy . You might win a bear .So come to the fair ! Come to the fair !Clare ! Clare !“ Clare, Clare ! Look over there ! Who has spilt cornflakes all over the chair ?Did you do it , Clare ?”“ Oh no ,”said Clare . “I did n’t do it . It was my bear .”“Clare ! Clare ! Look over there ! Poor little Mary has jam in her hair ! Did you do it , Clare ? ”“ Oh no ,”said Clare . “I did n’ t do it . It was my bear . ”“Clare ! Clare ! Look over there ! Jars ,tins and packets are every where . Did you do it ,Clare ?”“ Oh no ,”said Clare .“I did n’ t do it , It was my bear .”“Bear , Bear ! Look over there ! Who has been giving the kitten a scare ? Did you do it , Bear ? ”“Oh no ,”said Bear .“I did n’t do it . It must have been Clare .”The Deer and the EarwigA Poem and a StoryI hear with My Little EarI hear with my little ear ...Hooray ! Hooray !A very loud cheer .I hear with my little ear ...A very loud bump!( My dad can’t steer .)I hear with my little ear ...A snap of twigs .It’s a very shy deer .The Deer and the EarwigHere is a stream . Here is a deer .And here is a little black earwig .Oh dear ! The earwig has fallen into the stream !“Help ! Help !”he cries .“Do not fear ,I am here ,” says the deer .She drops a leaf into the stream .The earwig climbs on to the leaf .He sails to the bank . “ Thank you ,deer ,” says the earwig . “You saved my life.”A week later ...Here is the stream . Here is the deer .And here is the little black earwig .Oh dear ! Here is a hunter !He has a spear .The deer can’ t see the hunter .She can’ t hear him .Help ! The hunter lifts his spear .But here comes the earwig .“Do not fear , I am here !” he says .The earwig nips the hunter’ s ear .The hunter jumps and drops the spear . The deer runs away .“Thank you , earwig ,” says the deer . “You saved my life .”Up in the SkyUp in the sky and looking down,seeing the world all around.I love to fly in an aeroplane,nothing below you looks the same.Those little ants,What can they be?they must be peoplelike you and me.Coloured boxes,what are those?They’re little house,I suppose.Up in the sky and looking down,seeing the world all around.I love to fly in an aeroplane,nothing below you looks the same.Squares and squaresof brown and green.The prettiest fieldsI’ve ever seen.And there the mountainsall in rows,wearing fir treesfor their clothes.Up in the sky and looking down,seeing the world all around.I love to fly in an aeroplane, nothing below you looks the same.That moving line,long and black.It must be a trainon a railway track.And cars and lorriesare tiny toys,like those you buyfor girls and boys.Singing ColorsWhen I feel sadI sing a blue tuneAbout the cold blue winter skyAnd the icy moon.When I feel happyI sing a gold tuneAbout the summer sunIn golden June.When I’m far away from youI sing a silver tune.I know you too are lookingAt the silver moon.When I feel tiredMy song is black as night.I sing of black skiesAnd the clear moonlight.When I feel goodI sing red tunes.I sing about red dragonsAnd big red balloons.When I’m boredMy song is grey.I sing about grey raindropsOn a cloudy day.When I feel sickMy song is white.I sing of snow and mountainsThen I feel alright.When I feel hungryI sing an orange tune.And eat oranges and peachesBeneath the orange moon.Snow White and the Seven Little MenSnow White was a beautiful girl with long black hair and brown eyes.She was happy,but one day her mother died and her father married again.The new wife was pretty,with big black eyes and lovely hands.She had a magic mirror,and looked in it each day.Every day she asked, “Mirror,mirror on the wall,who is the prettiest of all?”And the mirror said, “You are.”Snow White grew more and more beautiful.One day,when the new wife asked, “Mirror,mirror on the wall,who is the prettiest of all?”The mirror answered, “Snow White is the prettiest.”The new wife was so angry. She asked her friend to kill Snow White.But the friend didn’t want to kill Snow White.The friend took Snow White to the forest and left the little girl under a tree.Snow White walked through the woods,tired and hungry.She saw a little house and went in.She found a little bed and lay down.The house belonged to seven little men.The little men went to work early in the morning,and home late at night.When they came home that evening,they found a beautiful child lying in one of the beds.It was Snow White.Snow White woke up.She screamed when she saw the seven little men looking at her.“Don’t be frightened,”they said. “We won’t hurt you. Who are you?” “My father’s bad new wife wants to kill to me,”Snow White said. “I’ve got nowhere to live.” “Stay with us,”the seven little men said. “Do you like cooking?Do you cook for us and tidy the house.”“Ok,”said Snow White. “I like cooking and cleaning.Thank you very much.”Next day,the new wife asked the magic mirror, “Mirror,mirror on the wall,who is the prettiest of all?”“Snow White,”Said the magic mirror. “Snow White is not dead.She’s living in the little house in the woods,”The new wife was very angry.She took a red apple and put poison in it.She dressed as an old woman,and went to the little house in the woods.She knocked on the door. “Hello,”said the new wife to Snow White. “Do you like apples?”“I do,”said Snow White.Snow White smiled at the old woman. “Thank you,”she said.The bright red apple looked lovely.Snow White bit it and fell down dead.The new wife laughed and went away,leaving Snow White dead on the floor.When the little men came home they saw Snow White.They started to cry.Their tears fell on Snow White’s lips.The poison was washed away Snow White woke up.When the new wife got home.the mirror told mirror told her Snow White was still alive.The new wife was so angry she fell down dead.Snow White went back to live with her father, and he was very kind to her.And every Sunday.the seven little men came to Snow White’s house for lunch.The Language of DreamsWhat language do you dream in?Turkish,French or Greek?When you go to sleep at night,what language do you speak?Do you dream in Spanish,Dutch or Portuguese?Do you dream in Arabic,English or Chinese?Some people dream inshispres,some people dream in screams,some people dream in laughterin the land of dreams.What language do you dream inwhen you go to bed?Do Russian or Italian words go around your head?Sometimes I dream of rocketsflying to the moon.Sometimes I dream I’m flyingon a red balloon.Do you dream in Danish,German or Malay?Can you understand the wordsin your dream that people say?Some people dream of mountains,some people dream of sand.Some people dream of sunshinein a perfect happy land.What language do you dream in,Swedish,Japanese?Do you dream in Polish,Welsh or Cantonese?Some people dream in color,some dream in black and white.I hope the films inside your headwill show sweet dreams tonight.The Adventures of Tom Sawyer4. TreasureThere is a time in every boy`s life when he wants to go and dig for treasure.And that time came for Tom.So,one hot summer`s day,he went to find Huck.Huck liked the idea of treasure.”Where are we going to dig?”he asked.“An old dead tree is best.”“Who puts the treasure under old trees?”“Robbers,”said Tom.”And then they go away,or they forget to come back for the treasure.”“There`s a dead tree on Cardiff Hill,”said Huck.”Let`s go there!I`ve get an old pick and shovel.”It was three miles to the old tree ,and the boys arrived tired and hot.They dug for an hour or two,but they didn`t find any treasure.Then they stopped,and Tom looked down at an old house at the foot of the hill.“Hey,look!”he said .”Nobody lives in that old house.Let`s go there.Old houses are always good for treasure.”“Good for ghosts,too!”said Huck.They took the pick and shovel with them,went down the hill,and into the old house.They looked in all the rooms downstairs,and then went upstairs.But there was no treasure ,and no ghosts.Then they heard a noise.“Sh!”said Tom,suddenly.”What`s that?”“Ghosts!”whispered Huck.There were holes in the floor,and through them the boys could see into the rooms downstairs.Aladdin and the Enchanted Lamp2. A walk to nowhereEarly the next morning, Abanazar arrived at Aladdin`s house and then he and Aladdin walk to the market.“First of all we must look at coats,” Abanazar said.Soon Aladdin had an expensive new coat and he felt very happy. hen Abanazar and Aladdin walked through the market and looked at the shops .They drank coffee,talked to people,and had a very good dinner.It was a wonderful day for Aladdin.On Friday ,when the market was closed,Abanazar took Aladdin to the beautiful gardens in the city.They walked under the trees and talked about a shop for Aladdin. “You are very good to me,Uncle,”Aladdin said.Abanazar smiled.”But of course,”he said .”You are my brother`s son.Now, let us leave the city and go up into the hills.There is something wonderful there,and you must see it.”They left the gardens, walked past the Sultan`s palace,and out of the city up into the hills.They walked for a long time and Aladdin began to feel tired.“It`s not far now,”said Abanazar .”We`re going to see a beautiful garden-more beautiful than the garden of the Sultan`s palace.”At last Abanazar stopped.”Here we are,”he said.Aladdin looked,but he could see no gardens on the hills.Unit 6 Lesson 11 Bird-brainedKaren: Have you done your homework yet, Lucy?Lucy: I’m just taking a break, Mum. I’ve found this really strange story on the eNews Website.Come and have a look.An eight-year-old peacock in Shropshire has fallen hopelessly in love with a petrol pump. Every day for the last three years, Mr. P., the peacock, has made the three-hundred-metre journey along the main road from his home to the busy petrol station. There, he opens up his tail feathers, and shows off to a line of petrol pumps. The pumps make a clicking noise when someone is filling up. To Mr. P., this sounds just like an admiring peahen.One pump in particular has won Mr. P. ’s admiration. He has been faithful to this pump since hewas five. Mr. P. ’s has lost interest in the peahens at home. Clearly, they can’t compete with the glamorous petrol pump.Unit 12 Lesson 12 Paul becomes an internEd: Paul, you want to join our intern program from next January. Is that right?Paul: Yes, that’s right.Ed: What are your plans between now and then?Paul: I’m going to travel out west, to Utah and Arizona.Ed: Will you apply for other intern programs when you’re out here?Paul: That’s my plan.Ed: I see. We are the market leader, of course.Paul: I know that.Ed: And you’re an exceptional applicant.Ed: I’m going to make you an offer, Paul, and you’re going to tell me yes or no.You can join our intern program from Monday next week, for twelve weeks.Ed: If you join, you’ll live on the Ranch, and you’ll have no expenses. When we ask you to work, you’ll work. You’ll learn a lot.Ed: Maybe you’ll come back in January, maybe you won’t. Either way, when you finish here, you’ll have Redstone Ranch on your résumé.Ed: What do you say?Paul: Yes. Thank you very much.Ed: You won’t regret it!Unit 18 Lesson 18 Learning the rules!Robert: Dad! Have you asked Mum yet?William: What about?Robert: Have you asked Mum if I can start karate lessons?William: No, I haven’t. I’ll… Shh! She’s coming!Karen: What are you two whispering about?Robert: Oh, er, nothing! I’m just going upstairs. See you later, Dad!William: Yes, of course.Karen: What’s the mystery? Is Robert all right?William: He’s fine. He just wants me to ask you something.Karen: Why doesn’t he ask me himself?William: He’s afraid that you’ll say no.Karen: Oh, dear! What is it, William?William: Robert wants to learn Karate. He doesn’t know whether you’ll let him.Karen: Oh, is that all! You worried me!William: Do you mean that you don’t mind?Karen: Of course I don’t mind! Why would I mind? Karate’s a sport, isn’t it?William: It’s a martial art! It’s about fighting!Karen: All competitions are a kind of fighting. The martial arts also about rules!Unit 24 Lesson 47 No laughing allowedClaire: Craig and I were in trouble at work today, Paul.Paul: Why was that?Claire: We laughed in the library. It’s against the rules.Paul: What happened?Claire: While we were entering data on the system, Craig started to laugh. When I looked at his screen, I started to laugh, too. We couldn’t stop.Claire: We were both still laughing when the Librarian came in. He asked us what was so funny.That set us off again.Claire: It was a story about an artist in California. He was camping in the desert when he decided to chain his legs together.Paul: Why?Claire: He wanted to draw them like that.Claire: Then, while he was working on the drawing, he lost the key. There he was in the desert, with a chain around his legs. He hopped for twelve hours to the nearest town. And he took the drawing with him.Claire: It was a pretty good drawing of two legs with a chain around them. Unfortunately, the Librarian didn’t see the joke!Unit 30 Lesson 30 We all need to play moreKelly: Hi, Carol! Did you go to the yoga class yesterday?Carol: No, I missed it.Kelly: So did I. The weather was so nice. I decided to go on the morning hike.Carol: How was that?Kelly: It was good. We went over the other side of the lake.Carol: Did they walk fast?Kelly: Not too fast, but it was fast enough for me. I’m not very fit.Carol: Neither am I. Maybe I’ll try the hike tomorrow.Kelly: Do you get much excise at home?Carol: I go to a dance class once a week. But it’s not enough. How about you?Kelly: I walk to the bus every day. That’s not enough, either.Carol: I ask myself how I can get more exercise in my ordinary life. But I don’t have any good ideas. Do you?Kelly: No, I don’t, but my husband, Jed, dose. He says adults don’t find time to play. He says we all need to play more. The trouble is, most of us don’t know how!。

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