在这里提供晨读英语美文100篇 会有相当难度,
有难度的原因是: 篇幅会有点长,
给您的建议:
1. 去书店或淘宝去购买,应该会以很适合的价格买得到心仪的书。
2,以下二篇供您参考一下:
篇目1. Old Friends, Good Friends
More than 30 years ago, when I took my first jobin New York City, I found myself working with a number of youngwomen. Some I got to know just in passing, but othersgradually became my friendToday, six of these women remain an important part ofmy life. They are more than simply friends, more even thanclose friends. They are old friends, as indispensable as sunshineand more dear to me than ever. These people share a long-standing history withme. In fact, old friends are a lot like promises. They put reliability into the uncertainty of life and establish a reassuring link between the past,present,and future.The attachment between friends who have knowneach other for many years is bound to be complex. On occasion we are exceedingly close, and at othertimes one or both of us invariably step back. Ebb and flow. Thick and thin. How smoothly and gently we negotiate these hillsand valleys has everything to do with how well the friendshipages.Sometimes events intervene in a way that requiresus to rework the term of a relationship. A friend starts a second career, let’s say, andsuddenly has less free time. Another remarries, adding someone new to theequation. Talk honestly and listen to each other to find outif the other’s needs are being met. Renegotiating pays full tribute to life’sinevitable changes and says that we deem our friendships worthy ofpreserving.Old friends are familiar with the layers of ourlives. They have been there in the gloom and the glory. Even so, there’s always room to know more aboutanother person. Of course, self-disclosure can make even oldfriends more vulnerable, so go slowly: Confiding can open new doors, but only if we knockfirst.Time is the prime commodity between old friendsby this I mean the time spent doing thingstogether. Whether it’s face to face over a cup of coffee, side by side while jogging, ear to ear over thephone, or via email and letters, don’t let too much time go by without sharing yourthoughts with each other
篇目2. Three Days to SeeMost of us take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. The days stretch out in an endless vista, so we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.The same lethargy characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf
for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.When walking the woods, I, who cannot see, find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud—the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Suppose you set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the oncoming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.