英语散文名篇欣赏阅读.doc
英语散文名篇欣赏阅读
英语散文一
He would generously loan his younger brother his tapes and lecture him on the niceties of behaviour; without a word of objection, he would carry in wood for the stove. One day when I suggested that he might start on homework before dinner, John -- a veteran procrastinator said, Youre right. I guess I will.
他会很慷慨地把自己的磁带借给弟弟，并告诫他如何有良好的行为举止;他会毫无怨言地把烧炉子用的劈柴抱进来。
有一天当我建议他在晚饭前开始做作业时，约翰这个一贯拖拉的家伙居然说：您是对的，我想我会做的。
When I mentioned this incident to one of his teachers and remarked that I didnt know what caused the changes, she said laughing. It must be his coat! Another teacher told him she was giving him a good mark not only because he had earned it but because she liked his coat. At the library, we ran into a friend who had not seen our children in a long time, Could this be John? he asked, looking up to Johns new height, assessing the cut of his coat and extending his hand, one gentleman to another.
当我对他的一个老师提起这件事，并说我不知道这是为什么时，她笑着说：一定是因为他的大衣!另一个老师告诉他，她要给他一个好成绩，不仅仅因为他理应获得，还因为她喜
欢他的大衣。
在图书馆里我们遇见了一位朋友，他已经很长时间没有看见我们的孩子了。
看着约翰长高的个子，品评着他大衣的样式，这位朋友不禁问道：这是约翰吗? 同时向约翰伸出了手，完全是绅士间的行为。
John and I both know we should never mistake a persons clothes for the real person within them. But there is something to be said for wearing a standard of excellence for the world to see, for practising standards of excellence in though, speech, and behaviour, and for matching what is on the inside to what is on the outside.
约翰和我都知道不应该以貌取人，可穿着优雅为世世人看，在思想上、言语上、行动上实践优秀的标准，以达到内外的和谐统一，这又另当别论。
Sometimes, watching John leave for school, Ive remembered with a keen sting what it felt like to be in the eighth grade -- a time when it was as easy to try on different approaches to life as it was to try on a coat. The whole world, the whole future is stretched out ahead, a vast panorama where all the doors are open. And if I were there right now, I would picture myself walking through those doors wearing my wonderful, magical coat.
有时看着约翰上学去，我就不禁怦然心动，想起自己上8
年级时的感觉那时尝试不同的生活方式就如同试衣服一样简单。
整个世界、整个未来在你面前展开，犹如一幅巨大的画卷，那里的每一扇门都敞开着。
如果此刻我能回到那儿，我会在这些门间穿行，身上就穿着那件奇妙的、带有魔力的大衣。
英语散文二
The first thing that went through my mind was the well being of my soon-to-born daughter, Michael replied. Then, as I lay on the ground, remembered I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live. Werent you scared? Did you lose consciousness? I asked. Michael continued, ... the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the operation room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, l read Hes a dead man. I knew I needed to take action. What did you do? I asked. Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me said Michael. She asked me if I was allergic to anything. Yes, I said. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, Gravity Over their laughter, I told them, Im choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.
我首先想到的是我那即将出世的女儿的幸福生活，迈克尔答道。
当时我躺在地上，我记起我有两种选择：我可以选择活着，也可以选择死。
我选择了活。
你难道不害怕吗?你失去知觉了吗?我问。
迈克尔接着说，那些护理人员棒极了。
他们不停地告诉我我会好的。
但当他们把我推进手术室，我看到医生和护士脸上的表情时，我真是吓坏了。
在他们的眼里，我读出了他是个死人。
我知道我应该采取行动。
你采取了什么行动?我问道。
有一位人高马大的护士大声冲我问问题，迈克尔说。
她问我是否对什么过敏。
是的，我说。
医生和护士都停下手中的活儿等我回答。
我深吸一口气大声说出，万有引力。
他们的笑声未了，我告诉他们，我选择活着。
把我当活人而不是死人来做手术。
Michael lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I 1eamed from him that every day we have a choice to live fully. Attitude is迈克尔活了下来，这要感谢他那些医生的高明医术，但也要归功于他那令人赞叹的态度。
我从他那里学到了我们每天都有机会充实地活着，关键是态度。
英语经典的优秀唯美散文阅读
英语经典的优秀唯美散文阅读英语散文一A special letter一封特殊的信Dear World:亲爱的世界：My son starts school today.我的儿子今天就要开始上学读书了。
It's going to be strange and new to him for a while, and I wish you would sort of treat him gently.一时之间，他会感觉陌生而又新鲜。
我希望你能待他温柔一些。
You see, up to now, he's been king of the roost.你明白，到现在为止，他一直是家中的小皇帝。
He's been boss of the backyard.一直是后院的王者。
I have always been around to repair his wounds, and to make him calm.我一直在他身旁，忙着为他治疗伤口，哄他开心。
But now--things are going to be different.但是现在--一切都将不同了。
This morning, he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand and start on his great adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow.今天清晨，他就要走下前门的楼梯，冲我挥手，然后开始他的伟大的历险征程，其间或许有争斗、不幸以及伤痛。
To live his life in the world he has to live in will require faith andlove and courage.既然活在这个世上，他就需要信念、爱心和勇气。
优美英语散文欣赏.doc
优美英语散文欣赏优美英语散文：无声的表达The situation seemed hopeless.From the first day he entered my junior-high classroom, Willard P. Frank- lin existed in his own world, shutting out his classmates and me, his teacher. My attempts at establishing a friendly relationship with him were met with complete indifference. Even a Good Morning Willar received only an inau- dible grunt. I could see that his class- mates fared no better. Willard was strict- ly a loner who seemed to have no desire or need to break his barrier of silence.Shortly after the Thanksgiving holi- day, we received word of the annual Christmas collection of money for the less fortunate people in our school district.Christmas is a season of giving, I told my students. There are a few students in the school who might not have a happy holiday season. By contributing to our Christmas collection, you will help buy food, clothing and toys for these needy people. We start the collection tomorrow.When I called for the contributions the next day, I discovered that almost everyone had forgotten. Except for Willard P. Franklin. The boy dug deep into his pants pockets as he strolled up to my desk. Carefully, he dropped two quarters into the small container.I don t need no milk for lunch, he mumbled. For a moment, just a mo- ment, he smiled. Then he turned and walked back to his desk.That night, after school, I took our meager contributions to the school principal. I couldn t help sharing the incident that had taken place.I may be wrong, but I believe Willard might be getting might be getting ready to become a part of the world around him, I told theprincipal.Yes, I believe it sounds hopeful, he nodded. And I have a hunch we might do well to have him share a bit of his world with us.I just received a list of the poor families in our school who most need help through the Christmas collection. Here, take a look at it.As I gazed down to read, I dis- covered Willard P. Franklin and his family were the top names on the list.情况好像不可救药了。
英语优美散文名篇的欣赏.doc
英语优美散文名篇的欣赏英语散文一cloudsIve opened the curtain of my east window here above the computer, and I sit now in a holy theater before a sky-blue stage.A little cloud above the neighbors trees resembles Jimmy Durantes nose for a while, then becomes amorphous as it slips on north. Other clouds follow, big and little and tiny on their march toward whereness. Wisps of them lead or droop because there must always be leading and drooping.The trees seem to laugh at the clouds while yet reaching for them with swaying branches. Trees must think that they are real, rooted, somebody, and that perhaps the clouds are only tickled water which sometimes blocks their sun. But trees are clouds, too, of green leavesclouds that only move a little. Trees grow and change and dissipate like their airborne cousins.And what am I but a cloud of thoughts and feelings and aspirations? Dont I put out tentative mists here and there? Dont I occasionally appear to other people as a ridiculous shape of thoughts without my intending to? Dont I drift toward the north when I feel the breezes of love and the warmth of compassion?If clouds are beings, and beings are clouds, are we not allwell advised to drift, to feel the wind tucking us in here and plucking us out there? Are we such rock-hard bodily lumps as we imagine?Drift, let me. Sing to the sky, will I. One in many, are we. Let us breathe the breeze and find therein our roots in the spirit.飘忽的云拉开了房间东边电脑上方的窗帘，感觉自己仿佛身处一个神圣的剧场，天蓝的舞台展现在面前。
优秀经典的英语散文 必读.doc
优秀经典的英语散文必读优秀的英语散文:不是所有的争吵都是坏事In July 1915, Henry and his eight-year-old daughter, Pearl, were excited for the company outing the next day.1915年的7月，亨利和他八岁的女儿因次日公司安排的出游激动不已。
That evening, Henry had a violent argument with his landlord, ending with the landlord spitting on a painting of the Virgin Mary.当晚，亨利与房东发生激烈争吵，以房东朝着圣母玛利亚的画像吐口水收尾。
Henry was so upset, he fell ill and canceled their trip.亨利很难过，因此病了，也取消了次日的出行。
He and Pearl missed the cruise on the SS Eastland, which sank with over 800 people on board but not my future grandfather and mother.尽管他和女儿想乘坐SS Eastland游轮出行。
(然而没想到)那艘客轮倾覆，800多人罹难，还好其中不包括之后出生的祖父和母亲。
Thanks to that miracle argument 100 years ago, 22 descendants are alive today.感谢100年前仿佛有预知般的神奇争吵，22名子孙得以存活至今。
优秀的英语散文:刺猬与狐狸的哲理There are two types of people in this world. The first type is like foxes. The other type is like hedgehogs.这个世界上有两种人，一种是刺猬，另一种是狐狸。
英语散文名篇的欣赏作文.doc
英语散文名篇的欣赏作文英语散文一这就是我们每个人的故事。
这颗树就是我们的父母。
小时候，我们喜欢和爸爸妈妈玩长大后，我们就离开他们，只在需要什么东西或者遇到麻烦的时候，才回到他们身边。
无论如何，父母永远都在那儿，倾其所有使你快乐。
你可能认为这个男孩对树很残酷，但这就是我们每个人对待父母的方式。
a long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. a little boy loved to come and lay around it every day. he climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.很久很久以前，有一棵又高又大的苹果树。
一位小男孩，天天到树下来，他爬上去摘苹果吃，在树荫下睡觉。
他爱苹果树，苹果树也爱和他一起玩耍。
time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day. one day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. come and play with me, the tree asked the boy. i am no longer a kid, i dont play around trees anymore. the boy replied, i want toys. i need money to buy them. sorry, but i dont have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them. so, you will have money. the boy was so excited.he grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. the boy never came back after he picked the apples. the tree was sad.后来，小男孩长大了，不再天天来玩耍。
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2023年最新的英语经典散文欣赏50篇英语经典散文欣赏50篇Dear son...孩子The day that you see me old and I am already not， have patience and try to understand me哪天你看到我日渐老去，身体也渐渐不行，请耐着性子试着了解我If I get dirty when eating if I cannot dress have patience.如果我吃的脏兮兮，如果我不会穿衣服有耐性一点Remember the hours I spent teaching it to you.你记得我曾花多久时间教你这些事吗If， when I speak to you，I repeat the same things thousand and one times如果，当我一再重复述说Do not interrupt me listen to me同样的事情不要打断我，听我说 .When you were small， I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you get to sleep你小时候，我必须一遍又一遍的读着同样的故事，直到你静静睡着 ..When I do not want to have a shower，neither shame me nor scold me当我不想洗澡，不要羞辱我也不要责骂我Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses Iinvented， in order that you wanted to bath你记得小时后我曾编出多少理由，只为了哄你洗澡 ..When you see my ignorance on new technologies give me thenecessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile当你看到我对新科技的无知，给我一点时间，不要挂着嘲弄的微笑看着我I taught you how to do so many things to eat good， to dress wellto confront life我曾教了你多少事情啊 .如何好好的吃，好好的穿如何面对你的生命When at some moment I lose the memory or the thread of our conversation如果交谈中我忽然失忆不知所云，let me have the necessary time to remember给我一点时间回想and if I cannot do it，如果我还是无能为力，do not become nervous请不要紧张 ..as the most important thing is not my conversation but surely to be with you and to have you listening to me对我而言重要的不是对话，而是能跟你在一起，和你的倾听 ..英语经典散文欣赏50篇The Pennsylvania-landscape was in severe wintry garb as our car sped westover the interstate Ul The season was wrong, butI couldn t get bluebirds outof my head.Only three weeks before, at Christmas, Dad had given me a nesting box he dmade: He had a special feeling for the brilliant creatures, and each spring heeagerly awaited their return. Now I wondered, willhe ever see one againIt was a heart attack. Dad s third.When I got to the hospital at 2 a.m., he was losing the fight. As the familyhovered at his bedside, he drifted in and out of consciousness.Once he looked up at.Mom sitting beside the bed holding his hand. Theywant me to let go, he said, :but I can t. I don t want to. Mom patted his arm. Just hold on to me, she murmured.The next morning the cardiologist met us in the waiting room. He s stillfighting, the doaor said. I ve never seen such strengthMy youngest brother was only five when Ileft home 30 years ago.Relation-ships between my brothers- and sisters had become -frayed because of dis-tance and commitments to our own families. But Dad needed his childrennow, so we stayed at the hospital. During the long vigil, we reminisced aboutour years at home.A miner, Dad had not had an easy life. He and Mom raised six kids at a timewhen coal miners eamed as little as 25 cents a ton, and he loaded nine tonsa day. Even now, I m sure we don t know most of the sacrifices they madefor us.I remembered Dad s hard hat, its carbide lamp showing a fine pall of coaldust. Dad s graygreen eyes seemed large and wise as an owl sin his black-ened face. They often sparkled with devilment when theymet yours inconversation. .Each evening he came home, eager to take up his crosscut saw or clawhammer. Dad could chock a piece of walnut on his lathe and deffly tum outa beautiful salad bowl for Mom. He could build a cherry fold-top desk withfine, dovetailed drawers as easily as he could fashion a fishing-line threaderout of an old ballpoint pen.Dad bought our plain, two-story house from the coal company and immedi~ately began to remodel it. Our house was the first on the hill to have anindoor bathroom and hot water. He spent one summer digging out the clay-filled foundation to install a coal furnace. We children no longer shivered inour bed-rooms on cold winter mornings.We loved to watch him work. When Dad needed something, we ran to getit. If we called it a thingamabob he would say, That s a nail set (thetool for sinking the head of a nail below the surface of the wood). It has aname. Use it. Dad carried a spirit of craftsmanship into every job and expeaed the samefrom all six children. Each job had its claim on your best efforts. And evertool had its name. Those were his principles, and we lived by them just aSDad did.His playful spirit would set us to giggling-like the time he was buildingfireplace in the back yard. He sent us to look for the stone-bender he needeto make the comer stones fit more evenly. Guess I ll have to bend theiamyself, he said when we retumed empty-handed. We saw the sparkle in.bijeyes, and knew we d been had.Sitting in the hospitalwaitting room, I thought back to an afteon in Dad sworkshop several years ago..He was retired by then, but he kept busy building beautiful furniture, now for his children s homes.A volunteer naturalist,I was eager to tell him about the help bluebirds needed.When the early settlers had cleared forests for farmland, I explained, blueLbirds flourished, nesting in fence-posts and orchard trees. But their habitatwas disappearing, and now the birds needed nesting boxesDad listened as-I spoke, his hands gently moving a finegrained sand-paperover a piece of oak. I asked him if he would like to build a box. He said hewould think about it.Several weeks later he invited me into his workshop. There, on his workbench,sat three well-crafted bluebird nesting boxes. Think the birds willlike themThe asked.As much as I do, I replied, hugging him. Dad put up the boxes, and thenext spring bluebirds nested in his yard. He was hooked.Dad became quite an expert on the species. Bluebirds, he would say, areharbingers of hope and triumph, renowned for family loyalty.A pair willhave two or three broods a year, the earlier young sometimes helping to feedthe later nestlings.The presence of his children must have boosted Dad s spirits afterhis attackbecause he grew stronger and left the hospital on Valentine s Day WhenI visited my parents at the end of March, Dad was confined to the downstairs.But I noticed that he paused longer and longer at the windows facing theback yard. I knew what he was hoping to see. And one day a bright flash ofcolor circled the nesting box closest to our house.Well, it s about time the rascals showed, don t you think Dad said.Sporting a resplendent blue head, back, wings and tail, a male bluebird sanghis courtship song so passionately that we dubbed him Caruso, after theItalian tenor. A female appeared, but rejected the nesting box. Caruso foundanother in the field below the yard. He circled the new box, singing feverishly.She remained aloof on a distant perch.Dad was walking more and more each day as the love story unfolded. Icould see strength coming back into his wiry frame.One day Caruso battled a rival for the female s attentions. Then she foughtan even more vehement battle with another female. Afterward she resumedher haughty. stance while he fervently continued with his rapturous repertoire.Suddenly one exquisite morning, when the sky mirrored Caruso scourtingraiment, she flew back to the box nearest the house and inspected itthoroughly. Caruso hovered nearby and sang blissfully as she finally acceptedhim.Shortly thereafter she proceeded to lay one egg a day until there were six.Caruso fluttered outside, defending the nest while she incubated.Dad was now well enough to go outside, but he still couldn t reach the back-yard. He asked us to check inside the nesting box once a day. When we dreturn, the questions came. Is she on the nest he asked. Have the eggshatched Did you see that showboat what s-his-name Caruso, Dad, I replied. He has a name, you know. Dad s sly grin re:flected the devilment that had returned to his eyes.When the eggs hatched, we marveled at the herculean efforts Caruso andhis mate expended to capture insects for their brood. Nestlings must be fedevery 20 minutes.Near the end of May, the fledglings left the nest. By then Dad was able towalk to the fields beyond and see what other bluebird news there might be.Mom and I would watch him from the kitchen window. He gave some-thing to those bluebirds, she said quietly one day. Now they ve given itback.蓝知更鸟的希望我们的汽车奔驰西行越过州界，宾夕法尼亚州一派严冬景象，时令不正常，可是我对蓝知更鸟一直不能忘怀。
优秀英语散文阅读 带翻译.doc
优秀英语散文阅读带翻译优秀的英语散文:别被悲伤击倒，它是你的力量Seven years ago, my wife and I had to take our five week old daughter off of life support, by far the hardest and most painful decision of our life. Our daughter, Alle Shea, was born with the rare bone disease called Osteogenesis Imperfecta. At birth Alle Shea s skull looked like a cracked egg on the x-rays. She also had multiple fractures in her arms and her ribs, her legs, and her wrist. The day Alle was leaving us, we were able to take her outside on the hospital deck and hold her in our arms until she passed away.7年前，妻子和我给5周大的女儿停止了维持生命的治疗。
到目前为止，那是我们生活中最艰难、最痛苦的决定。
我们的女儿Alle Shea出生时就患有罕见的骨骼疾病成骨不全症。
出生时，Alle Shea的头盖骨在X光片上看起来就像有裂纹的鸡蛋，胳膊、肋骨、腿和手腕多处骨折。
Alle离开我们的那天，我们用医院担架把她带出了医院，把她抱在怀里直到她去世。
Now, we had two choices that day: we could have let the grief over take us, or we could take that grief and turn it into a positive. Since that day, my wife and I have worked tirelessly volunteering our time hosting special events, and talking to students and the media about OI. We even contacted hospitals to try to get them on board with our cause - and this is the battle we are still fighting. Over the seven years, we have volunteered thousands of hours. February of 2015 we started OI Care for You program. We send stuffed animals to children with OI in the hospital for treatment, surgery or home recovering from a break.那天我们有两个选择：要么被悲伤击倒，要么把伤痛化为动力。
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英语散文鉴赏Calixta, at home, felt no uneasiness for their safety. She sat at a side window sewing furiously on a sewing machine. She was greatly occupied and did not notice the approaching storm. But she felt very warm and often stopped to mop her face on which the perspiration gathered in beads. She unfastened her white sacque at the throat. It began to grow dark, and suddenly realizing the situation she got up hurriedly and went about closing windows and doors.Out on the small front gallery she had hung Bobi nôt's Sunday clothes to dry and she hastened out to gather them before the rain fell. As she stepped outside, Alcée Laballière rode in at the gate. She had not seen him very often since her marriage, and never alone. She stood there with Bobinôt's coat in her hands, and the big rain drops began to fall. Alcée rode his horse under the shelter of a side projection where the chickens had huddled and there were plows and a harrow piled up in the corner."May I come and wait on your gallery till the storm is over, Calixta?" he asked.Come 'long in, M'sieur Alcée."His voice and her own startled her as if from a trance, and she seized Bobinôt's vest. Alcée, mounting to the porch, grabbed the trousers and snatched Bibi's braided jacket that was about to be carried away by a sudden gust of wind. He expressed an intention to remain outside, but it was soon apparent that he might as well have been out in the open: the water beat in upon the boards in driving sheets, and he went inside, closing the door after him. It was even necessary to put something beneath the door to keep the water out."My! what a rain! It's good two years sence it rain' like that," exclaimed Calixta as she rolled up a piece of bagging and Alcée helped her to thrust it beneath the crack.She was a little fuller of figure than five years before when she married; but she had lost nothing of her vivacity. Her blue eyes still retained their melting quality; and her yellow hair, dishevelled by the wind and rain, kinked more stubbornly than ever about her ears and temples. The rain beat upon the low, shingled roof with a force and clatter that threatened to break an entrance and deluge them there. They were in the dining room—the sitting room—the general utility room. Adjoining was her bed room, with Bibi's couch along side her own. The door stood open, and the room with its white, monumental bed, its closed shutters, looked dim and mysterious.Alcée flung himself into a rocker and Calixta nervously began to gather up from the floor the lengths of a cotton sheet which she had been sewing. lf this keeps up, Dieu sait if the levees goin' to stan it!" she exclaimed. "What have you got to do with the levees?""I got enough to do! An' there's Bobinôt with Bibi out in that storm—ifhe only didn' left Friedheimer's!""Let us hope, Calixta, that Bobinôt's got sense enough to come in out of a cyclone."She went and stood at the window with a greatly disturbed look on her face. She wiped the frame that was clouded with moisture. It was stiflingly hot. Alcée got up and joined her at the window, looking over her shoulder. The rain was coming down in sheets obscuring the view of far-off cabins and enveloping the distant wood in a gray mist. The playing of the lightning was incessant. A bolt struck a tall chinaberry tree at the edge of the field. It filled all visible space with a blinding glare and the crash seemed to invade the very boards they stood upon.Calixta put her hands to her eyes, and with a cry, staggered backward. Alcée's arm encircled her, and for an instant h e drew her close and spasmodically to him."Bonté!" she cried, releasing herself from his encircling arm and retreating from the window, the house'll go next! If I only knew w'ere Bibi was!" She would not compose herself; she would not be seated. Alcée clasped her shoulders and looked into her face. The contact of her warm, palpitating body when he had unthinkingly drawn her into his arms, had aroused all the old-time infatuation and desire for her flesh. "Calixta," he said, "don't be frightened. Nothing can happen. The house is too low to be struck, with so many tall trees standing about. There! aren't you going to be quiet? say, aren't you?" He pushed her hair back from her face that was warm and steaming. Her lips were as red and moist as pomegranate seed. Her white neck and a glimpse of her full, firm bosom disturbed him powerfully. As she glanced up at him the fear in her liquid blue eyes had given place to a drowsy gleam that unconsciously betrayed a sensuous desire. He looked down into her eyes and there was nothing for him to do but to gather her lips in a kiss. It reminded him of Assumption. "Do you remember—in Assumption, Calixta?" he asked in a low voice broken by passion. Oh! she remembered; for in Assumption he had kissed her and kissed and kissed her; until his senses would well nigh fail, and to save her he would resort to a desperate flight. If she was not an immaculate dove in those days, she was still inviolate; a passionate creature whose very defenselessness had made her defense, against which his honor forbade him to prevail. Now—well, now—her lips seemed in a manner free to be tasted, as well as her round, white throat and her whiter breasts. They did not heed the crashing torrents, and the roar of the elements made her laugh as she lay in his arms. She was a revelation in that dim, mysterious chamber; as white as the couch she lay upon. Her firm, elastic flesh that was knowing for the first time its birthright, was like a creamy lily that the sun invites to contribute its breath and perfume to the undying life of the world.The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was likea white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.When he touched her breasts they gave themselves up in quivering ecstasy, inviting his lips. Her mouth was a fountain of delight. And when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life's mystery.He stayed cushioned upon her, breathless, dazed, enervated, with his heart beating like a hammer upon her. With one hand she clasped his head, her lips lightly touching his forehead. The other hand stroked with a soothing rhythm his muscular shoulders.The growl of the thunder was distant and passing away. The rain beat softly upon the shingles, inviting them to drowsiness and sleep. But they dared not yield.。
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英语美文散文的阅读赏析英语散文一又是一年父亲节Its a fathers day again.这一天的到来The arrival of the day给男人带来什么What brings a man其实大家心里十分清楚In fact, we were very clear父亲节只是一种心里的安慰Fathers Day is only a kind of comfort in the heart一种亲情的凝聚而已A family cohesion only对于男人来讲，他们在家庭中For men, they are in the home成受了太多的压力和痛苦Too much pressure and pain.他们是家庭的顶梁柱和不可或缺They are the mainstay of the family and the indispensable 的主心骨，没有了男人的存在The backbone, there is no mans existence一个家庭就失去了生活的意义A family loses its meaning in life.男人不能承担家庭的责任Man cant bear the responsibility of the family.过父亲节还有什么意义Whats the meaning of fathers Day父亲节给男人带来了一种荣耀Fathers day has brought a kind of glory to the man. 一种与众不同的义务A different obligation无论何时何地，男人都应该Whenever and wherever the man should知道自己在家庭中的责任Know your responsibilities in your family.男人是一座山，父爱如山Man is a mountain, father父亲不是一种简单的称谓Father is not a simple appellation而是儿女们给自己的一种信任But the children to their own trust一种无法比拟的依靠An incomparable rely on不论社会如何发展No matter how social development男人肩上的责任不会改变No change in the shoulders of men英语散文二Fun seems to be the possession of the English race. Fun is JohnBullls idea of humour, and there is no intellectualjudgment in fun. Everybody understands it be-cause it is practical. More than that, it unites allclasses and sweetens even political life. To studythe elemental form of English humour, you must look to the school-boy. It begins with the practical joke, and unless there is something of his natureabout it, it is never humour to an Englishman. Inan English household, fun is going all the time. The entire house resounds1 witn it. The father comes home and the whole family contribute to the amusement; puns, humorous uses of words, little things that are meaningless nonsense, if you like, fly round, and every one enjoys them thoroughly2 for just what they are. The Scotch3 are devoid4 ofthis trait, and the Americans seem to be, too.If I had the power to give humour to the nations I would not give them drollery5, for that isimpractical; I would not give them wit, for that isaristocratic, and many minds cannot grasp it;but Iwould be contented6 to deal out fun, which has nointellectual element, no subtlety7, belongs to oldand young, educated and uneducated alike, and isthe natural form of the humour of the Englishman.Let me tell you why the Englishman speaks only one language. He believes with the strongest conviction that his own tongue is the one that all people ought to speak and will come in time to speak, so what is the use of learning any other? He believes, too, that he is appointed by Providenceto be a governor of all the rest of the human race. From our Scottish standpoint we can never see an Englishman without thinking that there is oozing9 from every pore of his body the conviction that he belongs to a governing race. It has not been his de-sire that large portions of the world should be under his care, but as they have been thrust upon him in the proceedings10 of a wise PProvidence8, he must discharge his duty. This theory hasnt endeared him to others of his kind, but that isnt amatter that concerns him. He doesnt learn anyother language because he knows that he could speak it only so imperfectly that other people would laugh at him, and it would never do that a person of his importance in the scheme of the universe should be made the object of ridicule11.。