最新英语美文摘抄

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I think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. It begins with innocent childhood, followed by awkward adolescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society, with its young passions and follies, its ideals and ambitions; then it reaches a manhood of intense activities, profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature; at middle age, there is a slight easing of tension, a mellowing of character like the ripening of fruit or the mellowing of good wine, and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant, more cynical and at the same time a kindlier view of life; then In the sunset of our life, the endocrine glands decrease their activity, and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern according to it, it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment; finally, life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep, never to wake up again.

One should be able to sense the beauty of this rhythm of life, to appreciate, as we do in grand symphonies, its main theme, its strains of conflict and the final resolution. The movements of these cycles are very much the same in a normal life, but the music must be provided by the individual himself. In some souls, the discordant note becomes harsher and harsher and finally overwhelms or submerges the main melody. Sometimes the discordant note gains so much power that the music can no longer go on, and the individual shoots himself with a pistol or jump into a river. But that is because his original leitmotif has been hopelessly over-showed through the lack of a good self-education. Otherwise the normal human life runs to its normal end in kind of dignified movement and procession. There are sometimes in many of us too many staccatos or impetuosos, and because the tempo is wrong, the music is not pleasing to the ear; we might have more of the grand rhythm and majestic tempo o the Ganges, flowing slowly and eternally into the sea.

No one can say that life with childhood, manhood and old age is not a beautiful arrangement; the day has its morning, noon and sunset, and the year has its seasons, and it is good that it is so. There is no good or bad in life, except what is good according to its own season. And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem. Shakespeare has expressed this idea more graphically in his passage about the seven stages of life, and a good many Chinese writers have said about the same thing. It is curious that Shakespeare was never very religious, or very much concerned with religion. I think this was his greatness; he took human life largely as it was, and intruded himself as little upon the general scheme of things as he did upon the characters of his plays. Shakespeare was like Nature itself, and that is the greatest compliment we can pay to a writer or thinker. He merely lived, observed life and went away.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping, and not feel lonesome, because he is employed; but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can :see the folks,:” and recreate, and, as he thinks, remunerate himself for his day’s solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and :the blues:; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it.

Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are. We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open war. We meet at the post-office, and at the sociable, and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other’s way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. Certainly less frequency would suffice for all important and hearty communications. Consider the girls in a factory---never alone, hardly in their dreams. It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live. The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.

I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. Let me suggest a few comparisons, that some one may convey an idea of my situation. I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake, I pray?

And yet it has not the blue devils, but the blue angels in it, in the azure tint of its waters. The sun is alone, except in thick weather, when there sometimes appear to be two, but one is a mock sun. god is alone---but the devil, he is far from being alone; he sees a great deal of company; he is legion. I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely than the Millbrook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.

Have you thought about what you want people to say about you after you’re gone? Can you hear the voice saying, “He was a great man.” Or “She really will be missed.” What else do they say?

One of the strangest phenomena of life is to engage in a work that will last long after death. Isn’t that a lot like investing all your money so that future generations can bare interest on it? Perhaps, yet if you look deep in your own heart, you’ll find something drives you to make this kind of contribution---something drives every human being to find a purpose that lives on after death.

Do you hope to memorialize your name? Have a name that is whispered with reverent awe? Do you hope to have your face carved upon 50 ft of granite rock? Is the answer really that simple? Is the purpose of lifetime contribution an ego-driven desire for a mortal being to have an immortal name or is it something more?

A child alive today will die tomorrow. A baby that had the potential to be the next Einstein will die from complication is at birth. The circumstances of life are not set in stone. We are not all meant to live life through to old age. We’ve grown to perceive life3 as a full cycle with a certain number of years in between. If all of those years aren’t lived out, it’s a tragedy. A tragedy because a human’s potential was never realized. A tragedy because a spark was snuffed out before it ever became a flame.

By virtue of inhabiting a body we accept these risks. We expose our mortal flesh to the laws of the physical environment around us. The trade off isn’t so bad when you think about it. The problem comes when we construct mortal fantasies of what life should be like. When life doesn’t conform to our fantasy we grow upset, frustrated, or depressed.

We are alive; let us live. We have the ability to experience; let us experience. We have the ability to learn; let us learn. The meaning of life can be grasped in a moment. A moment so brief it often evades our perception.

What meaning stands behind the dramatic unfolding of life? What single truth can we grasp and hang onto for dear life when all other truths around us seem to fade with time?

These moments are strung together in a series we call events. These events are strung together in a series we call life. When we seize the moment and bend it according to our will, a will driven by the spirit deep inside us, then we have discovered the meaning of life, a meaning for us that shall go on long after we depart this Earth.

英语美文摘抄带翻译（一）

ent. It is as if a single unimportant event set up a chain of reactions. Let us suppose that you are preparing a meal and keeping an eye on the baby at the same time. The telephone rings and this marks the prelude to an unforeseen series of

catastrophes. an immediately behind the t all this confusion, for they greedily devoured dust is usually a forbidding place. But no one has to muster up courage to enter a less pretentious antique shop. There is alething e in, but that he could not be bothered to open it. Frank begged him to do so and the dealer reluctantly prised it open. The contents of the packing-case. As its composition and line reminded him of an Italian painting he kne behind one of the e from one of the chimneys, but as there were so many of them, the firemen could not be certain which one it was. They located the right chimney by tapping at the walls and listening for the man's cries. After chipping through a wall which was eighteen inches thick, they found that a man had been trapped in the chimney. As it was extremely narrow, the man was unable to move, but the firemen were eventually able to free him by cutting a huge hole in the wall. The sorry-looking, blackened figure that emerged, at once admitted that he had tried to break into the shop during the night but had got stuck in the chimney. He had been there for nearly ten hours. Justice had been done even before the man was handed over to the police.

在个别情况下，正义不再是一种抽象概念。奖惩的实施是不受人意志支配的。在这种时候，正义像一种有生命的力量行使其职能。当我们说"他罪有应得"这句话的时候，我们部分承认了某种特定的环境使得正义自动地起了作用。

一天上午，当一个小偷在一家大型珠宝店里被人抓住的时候，店员一定会忍不住说："他罪有应得。"那是一座老式的、经过改造的房子，店里有许多废置不用的大壁炉和又高又窄的烟囱。快到中午的时候，一个女售货员听见从一堵墙里传出一种闷声闷气的叫声。由于这种喊叫声重复了几次，她跑去报告经理，经理当即给消防队挂了电话。喊叫声肯定是从烟囱里传出来的，然而，因为烟囱太多，消防队员无法确定到底是哪一个。他们通过叫击烟囱倾叫声而确定传出声音的那个烟囱。他们凿透了18英寸厚的墙壁，发现有个人卡在烟囱里。由于烟囱太窄，那人无法动弹。消防队员在墙上挖了个大洞，才终于把他解救出来。那个看来满脸沮丧、浑身漆黑的家伙从烟囱里一出来，就承认头天夜里他企图到店里行窍，但让烟囱卡住了。他已经在烟囱里被困了将近10个小时。甚至在那人还没被送交给警察之前，正义就已得到了伸张。

巴黎文化

Ah, beautiful paris. For centuries this city has attracted the admiration of the an outdoor concert nearby classical, jazz, opera or chansons, those French folk songs. parisians love their music. The starry sky is their auditorium. You can also hear concerts in the chateaux and cathedrals. In paris the Music never ends.

Don't miss the highlight of paris evening: eating out. parisians are proud of their cuisine. And rightly so; it's s up in front of you the Notre Dame Cathedral （Cathedral of Our Lady）。 Stand in the square in front of the cathedral. Here, you are standing in the center of France. All distances are measured from the front of Notre Dame. Every road in France leads to her front door. All French kings and leaders have journeyed here to commemorate important occasions and give thanks. Notre Dame is the heart ofparis and the heart of France.

Your visit in paris has only just begun. You've just started to discover the charm ofthis old city. May the rest of yourjoumey be unforgettable. pany,even panion that es home at night he cannot sit doy that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it.

大部分时候，我发现独处都是有益于健康的。有人陪伴，即使是最好的同伴，不久也会心生厌烦，兴致将消散。我爱独处。我没有遇见比孤独更好的伴侣了。我们置身国外，立行人群之中，通常比独处室内更加寂寞。一个思考着的或工作着的人总是孤独的，就让他去他想去的地方吧。孤独不是以和同伴之间的距离里程来衡量的。真正勤奋的学生，在剑桥学院一个拥挤的蜂房里，就像沙漠中的苦行僧一样孤单。农夫可以整日在田间或林中独自工作，耕地或者伐木，却并不感到寂寞，因为他有活儿干；可是当他晚上回到家中，却不能在房间坐下独自思考，而必须去“能看到乡亲”的地方消遣娱乐，正如他所想的，去补偿他五天的孤寂；因此他不明白学生如何可以整日整夜地独坐在家里，而不感到倦怠和“优郁”；但他没有意识到，学生虽然身处室内，却依然在自己的田野上耕耘，在自己的森林中采伐。就像农夫在他的田地林间工作一样，之后学生也和农夫一样要去寻求消遣，山要去交朋结友，只是娱乐方式可能更加简明一些。

短篇英语美文摘抄（三）

e to open war.ter if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.The value of a man is not in his skin.

我们相聚的时间十分短暂，没有足够的时间让彼此获得任何有价值的新事物。我们在一日三餐的时候见面，我们就如陈腐的奶略，却让彼此相互品尝出新味道。我们必须一致同意若干条规则，也就是我们所谓的礼节和礼貌，使这种经常的聚会相安无事，我们还要一致同意我们没有争吵的必要。我们在邮局碰面，在社交场合碰面，每天晚上在炉火边碰面；我们生活得很拥挤，相互干扰，彼此牵绊，我想，我们因此失去了对彼此的尊重。当然，所有重要的、真诚的沟通，次数少一些就足够了。想一想工厂里的女工——永远不会独处，甚至在梦中也难得是独自一人。如果一平方英里只有一个居民，就像我这样，那要好多了。一个人的价值不在于他的外在。

绿树成荫，小草旺盛，河堤柳絮轻拂着绚烂的夏花，与夏花为邻，小草尽显绿美；与小草为邻，夏花尽显娇艳。

试想，没有小草为邻，夏花何以生存，柳堤何以坚固？植物相互为邻，共生共赢。植物界如此，人与人之间又是怎样的呢？

古人云：“远亲不如近邻。”可见在中国人眼中，邻里关系是非常重要的，但现实生活却忍不住让人反思：我们所信仰的“远亲不如近邻”的观念哪一去了？我们所追求的“一与邻为善，与邻为伴”的和谐哪去了？我们熟读的“肯与邻翁相对饮，隔篱呼取尽余杯”的理想哪方了？我们所羡慕的“莫笑农家腊酒浑，丰年留客足鸡豚”的淳朴哪去了……我们所见的只有一张张冷漠的脸和一颗颗互相猜忌的心。

我们在繁华的城市里追求奢侈的物质生活，却把最纯真的邻里关系抛在脑后，等到我们清醒时才发现：通往城市的路始终开放着，通往邻里的门却始终紧闭着。当宽阔小院老槐树下几位老邻“陈年旧活，农谚桑麻”已成为过去时，我们有的只是在钢筋水泥的“金丝笼”里寻求一方栖息之地，那不断进步的防盗设施在给我们内心安宁的同时，也把我们和邻居彻底隔绝开来。在环境优美的小区和高楼大厦中，邻里间原本惯常的嘘寒问暖和互相关照，似乎都被冰冷的防盗门阻挡在外，有事没事串串门的邻里关系不知不觉中离我们越来越远。殊不知，在这坚实牢笼的编织下，“与邻为善，与邻为伴”的字眼也从我们脑海中消失殆尽。

俗语说：“一百万买房子，一千万一买邻居。”面对渐行渐远的邻里关系，你一可曾想过要做些什么廿；挽救这将被冷漠吞噬的真情呢？是继续守着“各人自扫门前雪，莫竹他人瓦霜”的大众思维，还是伸出一只善意的手“赠人玫瑰，手有余香”'是继续紧锁大门，锁住他人也锁住自己，从猫眼里窥探世界，还是打开内心的门，架起沟通的桥梁？是见面时沉默不语，还是报以善意的微笑和贴心的话语？

高山流水鸣于耳畔，瘦菊幽兰馨于鼻尖。我想，每个人心中都有向往睦邻的梦想，每个人都会为睦邻关系作出自己的贡献，睦邻必将成为社会的常态。

赏析：

作者从小草写到了邻居，然后深入探究邻里关系，这应该是本篇作文之所以拿到满分的关键。另外，作文没有太多华丽的辞藻，质朴的文字与主题相呼应，难怪会打动人心了。

美文摘抄带赏析（二）读书带给我的乐趣

英国学者培根说：“知识就是力量。”

我常常独自一人，捧着一本书，在书墨香气中穿梭。不同的书带给我不同的美的享受。读《三过演义》我领略了诸葛亮舌战群儒的风采；读《钢铁是怎样炼成的》我领悟了人生的真谛和生命的意义；读《西游记》我学到了孙悟空的智勇双全；读《红楼梦》我体会了封建社会大家庭衰落的必然性；读《童年》我了解了当时俄罗斯下层人民生活的苦难。那一部部闪耀着理性光辉的名着带领着我穿越时空：屈原在汨（mì）罗江边的倾诉，盲诗人荷马的吟唱，上下五千年，纵横九万里，我沉醉其中，其乐无穷。

读书还让我懂得了很多的道理。

英国着名小说家杰克伦敦，他的学识全是靠自修得来的，他经常把书里和词典里的词句抄在小纸片上，然后把这些纸片挂在窗帘上、衣架上床帐上、以便随时都能看一看，记一记。由于不断地记诵，他掌握了大量的词语，写起文章来得心应手。它让我懂得：成功不在于你有多聪明而在于你有多努力。伟大的成功和辛勤的劳动是成正比的，有一分辛勤就有一分收获。写作也一样，字词句段，日积月累，从少到多，奇迹就可以创造出来。所以，我一面读书，一面写作，乐此不疲也有了一些收获。每一期校刊里都有我的文章，每一次作文比赛我总能获奖，语文老师也经常夸我能写文章。但我知道“一分播种，一分收获。”只有不读地看书，学习才能采撷到人生的甘果。

赏析：

这篇小作文写的是读书带给自己的乐趣，通篇也能看出读书带给作者的快乐。从标题来看，这篇作文要讲述的重点是乐趣，所以如果只讲读了哪些书，有什么收获是不够的。而小作者抓住了这个中心，每一段都是在介绍通过读书来收获快乐。

字里行间，我们也能感受到收获的快乐。

美文摘抄带赏析（三）感受奥运，从身边开始

你是否曾为2001年7月13日那一声“2008，北京”激动得热泪盈眶，是否早就想到奥运赛场喊几声“中国，加油”？你是否已经做过光荣的奥运志愿者？教室里的黑板报是否早就被你做成“奥运专版”？你的房间是不是摆满了福娃？你的日记里是不是写满了奥运冠军的名字……

2008年已经不知不绝到来了，当我看到那句“Welcome to beijing"英语时，不禁想到2008年的到来是否要做些什么呢？这次奥运会是在我们北京举行，我们要做好一个榜样，顿时我的脑子里浮现了三个词：“迎奥运，讲文明，树新风。”

奥运的到来使得所有人都改变了。我爸爸就是一个改变最大的人。

爸爸再以前经常说脏话，可以说脏话天天挂在嘴边，时不时就说一说。可自从2008年奥运的到来，他的脏话渐渐减少了不少，有一天，我问了问爸爸：“爸，这几天你可变了不少呀！脏话越来越少，是什么改变了你呀？”“迎奥运，讲文明，树新风！”爸爸不假思索的脱口而出，“我们要做好一个主人，让外国人知道我们中国人是可以把这届奥运会办好的！”我听完后不禁大为感动，这就象肖复兴说过得：“一个国家、一座城市，能够举办一次奥运会，会使得这个国家、这座城市和这里的人民变得多么美好。那一刻你就会明白，体育不仅仅是体育，他以自身特殊的魅力影响着一切。”

这几天我坐公车经常可以看见一些年轻人将座位让给老人、孕妇；有人在路上看到塑料瓶，将其仍进垃圾箱；一个下雨天，一个等公车的路人没带雨伞，十分焦急，另一个路人看见了，走去将雨伞和那个路人共打……

象这样的文明事迹还有很多很多，我们可以随时随地地去发现。我相信，我们每个人迈出一小步，就会使社会迈出一大步，所以我发现，文明是一种力量，就好像奥运火炬传递一样，在每个人手中传递，也能够汇聚所有人的热情。我希望大家和我一起携手迎接奥运，让文明铸在我们每一人的心中。

迎奥运、讲文明、树新风。

赏析：

2008年是中国的奥运年，北京奥运会已经越来越走近我们的生活。新北京新奥运，这次我们宣传的口号是迎奥运、讲文明、树新风，而这篇作文也是围绕这一点来写的。

与其他作文不同的是，小作者并没有泛泛地去写如何树立新风，如何支持奥运，而是通过对身边的变化来体现讲文明树新风的奥运精神。这样写更真实，也更容易写充实具体。

If the past has taught us anything,it is that every cause brings effect -- every actionhas a consequence.This thought,in my opinion,is the moral foundation of the universe; it applies equally in this e ething simple can completely reshape your life.It's just like the Butterfly Effect and you never knopetition the human heart.

Ah, hoence, interest in attainment, and regard for posterity.

We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choose to die; nor do we choose the time or conditions of our death. But within all this realm of choicelessness, we do choose how we shall live: courageously or in cowardice, honorably or dishonorably, with purpose or in drift. We decide what is important and what is trivial in life. We decide that what makes us significant is either what we do or what we refuse to do. But no matter how indifferent the universe may be to our choices and decisions, these choices and decisions are ours to make. We decide. We choose. And as we decide and choose, so are our lives formed. In the end, forming our own destiny is what ambition is about.

抱负

一个缺乏抱负的世界将会怎样，这不难想象。或许，这将是一个更为友善的世界：没有渴求，没有磨擦，没有失望。人们将有时间进行反思。他们所从事的工作将不是为了他们自身，而是为了整个集体。竞争永远不会介入；冲突将被消除。人们的紧张关系将成为过往云烟。创造的重压将得以终结。艺术将不再惹人费神，其功能将纯粹为了庆典。人的寿命将会更长，因为由激烈拼争引起的心脏病和中风所导致的死亡将越来越少。焦虑将会消失。时光流逝，抱负却早已远离人心。

啊，长此以往人生将变得多么乏味无聊！

有一种盛行的观点认为，成功是一种神话，因此抱负亦属虚幻。这是不是说实际上并不丰在成功？成就本身就是一场空？与诸多运动和事件的力量相比，男男女女的努力显得微不足？显然，并非所有的成功都值得景仰，也并非所有的抱负都值得追求。对值得和不值得的选择，一个人自然而然很快就能学会。但即使是最为愤世嫉俗的人暗地里也承认，成功确实存在，成就的意义举足轻重，而把世上男男女女的所作所为说成是徒劳无功才是真正的无稽之谈。认为成功不存在的观点很可能造成混乱。这种观点的本意是一笔勾销所有提高能力的动机，求取业绩的兴趣和对子孙后代的关注。

我们无法选择出生，无法选择父母，无法选择出生的历史时期与国家，或是成长的周遭环境。我们大多数人都无法选择死亡，无法选择死亡的时间或条件。但是在这些无法选择之中，我们的确可以选择自己的生活方式：是勇敢无畏还是胆小怯懦，是光明磊落还是厚颜无耻，是目标坚定还是随波逐流。我们决定生活中哪些至关重要，哪些微不足道。我们决定，用以显示我们自身重要性的，不是我们做了什么，就是我们拒绝做些什么。但是不论世界对我们所做的选择和决定有多么漠不关心，这些选择和决定终究是我们自己做出的。我们决定，我们选择。而当我们决定和选择时，我们的生活便得以形成。最终构筑我们命运的就是抱负之所在。