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美文美读的理论依据爱美是人的天性。古往今来,人们在生活中孜孜不倦地追求着美,创造着美,才有了辉煌灿烂的现代文明。下面是我带来的适合早读的英语美文，欢迎阅读!适合早读的英语美文篇一 The Long Goodbye 再见-太长 "They grow up too soon," everyone told me. Eighteen years later, I finally understand what they meant. It's nearly the end of summer break and my son goes out with friends. Ten minutes after he leaves home, I receive his text: Here. It's the same message I've received hundreds of times before -- our agreed-upon shorthand to reassure me, and probably him, in some still-unexamined way, that he has arrived safely at his destination. In a matter of days he'll head to college, and this routine, along with many others that have framed our days and nights, will come to an end. Reading that text triggers images stored safely away in my memory, a tiny flip book of our lives together. My constant companion of nine months emerges with his eyes wide open. He's placed on my chest. I feel his heartbeat reverberating through mine. All I see are beginnings. Friends who visit caution that time is elusive, that he'll grow up faster than I can imagine, and to savor every moment. But I can't hear them; it's all too clichéd and my child has only just arrived. He's intoxicating: the beautiful bracelet-like creases in his wrists, the way he sounds like a little lamb when he cries. I'm filled with a renewed sense of purpose, of hope, of love. The first few months after he's born are topsy-turvy -- day is night, night is day. When sleep finally returns, so does work. My business suit is tight, my mind preoccupied. I pump milk in a cold, gray bathroom stall. His teeth begin to appear. Baby bottles give way to solid foods. He points high above his chair to the clock on the wall. "Clock," he says. It's his first word, minus the "l," and it makes me laugh. Soon he is walking, skipping, making angels in the snow. I'm promoted at work. It becomes harder to find the time to make playdates and pediatrician appointments. At lunch I read books about nurturing, teaching, inspiring your child. He calls my office with the help of his baby­sitter. "Momma," he says, "I'm making you a present." The tooth fairy arrives and leaves him handwritten notes. He discovers knock-knock jokes and learns how to add, subtract, and read. He builds giant castles with giant Legos, rides his shiny bike down a country road with his feet off the pedals. I quit my job to do freelance writing -- everything from training programs to marketing brochures to essays -­ usually when the rest of the family is sleeping. There's never enough ­money, but now at least we have time. Saturday nights are always family nights, spent at home. There are countless sporting events. He tries baseball, soccer, and track, then falls head over heels for basketball. He swings from tree limbs, wears superhero costumes, develops crushes, friendships, and fevers. I volunteer at his school: cut, paste, read, nourish, fund-raise, chaperone. I like this job. There are marathon bedtime story rituals, endless questions about how things work, and monsters under the bed. Lego pieces grow smaller and castles more intricate. He tries the guitar, plays the trombone, saves ­quarters to buy video games, and collects trading cards, which he keeps in a shoe box under his bed. We get a dog. He loves this dog with all his heart. The dog loves him back. One day his height surpasses mine and, seemingly the next, his father's. He reads an essay by a sportswriter. It lights a fire in him. He starts to write his own stuff, wandering into my office as I try to juggle freelance assignments. I feel privileged to read his work. Orthodontics are removed to reveal straight pearly whites. He earns his first paycheck as a baseball referee but wishes that it had been as a writer. He learns to do the laundry, scrub the bathroom, and make pasta, though he often professes to forget how to do all three. He turns 18. On a cold and rainy Election Day we head out together to vote. After two hours waiting in line, he's the only teen in sight. It's not lost on him -- by the next morning he has written all about it. He gets a job as a blogger, then starts his own website. And all the while there are macroeconomics, physics, and college applications. The flip book's down to its last pages. I've defined myself as a mother for 18 years. Who am I now? I look in the mirror. In my quest to help him grow wings, I forgot to grow some of my own. Can I find a new sense of purpose, rechannel the love? Before I was a mother I was a daughter, infused with energy and the unspoken reassurance that my parents would always be there. But I can't be a daughter again. I'm on my own. Does purpose -- mine, yours, anyone's -- require someone to nurture it, or is it inherent in all of us? I'll soon be putting these competing theories to the test. As I sit down to write this piece, I receive his text: Where are you? Here, I text back. For now. 适合早读的英语美文篇二 Realizing your ultimate aim实现你的最终目标 Have you ever wondered why you do all that you do? What is the aim of all the effort? Why get a job, why earn, why build a house, why get a car, why save for the future? Think about it for a moment... You might say, we do this to ensure security and comfort for the rest of our lives... And why do we need security and comfort? I think security and comfort are both geared towards one final aim, to ensure lasting and genuine happiness. Happiness is the ultimate aim of everything we do. Again, take a moment to think about this... Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence. –Aristotle The question I will raise is, do security and comfort really make us happy? A secure life 安全的生活 Look at some senior folks who have pursued security all their lives and are about to finish their journey. How happy do they look? Has your own pursuit of security thus far, kept you happy? And then how real is safety? As I read in this thought provoking article, how helpful was security for the people in Japan who were hit by the Tsunami recently? Life and future are too uncertain for anything, even money, to secure. There is absolutely no security in life. This realization need not be traumatic, in fact, it can be liberating! You don't have to be a slave to the future any more! Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing –Helen Keller Do possessions make us happy? 有钱我们真的就会开心么? You may say that happiness requires nice comforts like a house, a car, big bank balance, a high paying job. Here in India where I live, I have traveled through villages where people seemed to earn just enough to make ends meet. I have seen happiness there. I have seen smiling faces and smiling eyes that readily gave me directions to my destination, that displayed a friendly curiosity in me and my journey. I have also worked for 3 years on Wall Street, in a big Investment Bank. I have seen some people with a lot of money but still unhappy. I am not implying that all rich are unhappy(or the poor, happy). But the fact that there are some rich who look angry or listless and there are some people of modest means who look happy, points out that there must be something else to happiness, than just money, luxury and comfort. Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind. –Henry David Thoreau Happiness, it seems, is not a factor of how much you have. You can feel happy listening to a good song, you can feel happy witnessing a beautiful sunrise, you can feel happy in any number of ways that don't require any possessions at all. So what causes happiness? 那么，幸福源于何处呢? Happiness, to me, is the result of a decision to be happy. I feel all the happy people I have met, whether in villages or on Wall Street, had just decided to be happy. No matter what the situation, they just smile. The ones who are not happy have postponed their happiness, they have made it contingent upon some event, some amount of money, a certain status... They have put certain limitations on their happiness. They don't believe that the only limitations we have are the ones we put on ourselves. The happy ones remove all conditions on their happiness. They are dedicated to their decision to be happy, they focus on it constantly. They are not perfect, they falter sometimes. But their focus comes back quickly. They have brought happiness into routine, they have made it a habit. A few things to try 要尝试的一些事 Go ahead and make your own resolve to be happy. Practice it, try to be happy no matter what. If you falter(and you will falter, many times), don't feel guilty, just bring your focus back to your resolve. Slowly, you will find a sense of lasting happiness. Denounce the idea of working for a 'future happiness'. Instead, form goals that make you feel happy right now, form goals that make you feel enthusiastic and passionate in this, present moment. Listen to that favorite song of yours. Make a resolution to not think about anything till it ends. This is a simple choice, totally in your hands. No one can force you, without your complicity, to not enjoy. Look at a beautiful picture, play with your kid, talk to a genuine friend... Happiness is so readily available, right now! 适合早读的英语美文篇三 Keep on Singing爱的奇迹 Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her three-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy. The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes ... every minute. But Complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital in Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby — now they plan a funeral. Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says. Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive. She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed." The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!" Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray — " Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Keep on singing, Michael. "You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away — " The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr. Keep on singing, Michael. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael. Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away." Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day — the very next day — the little girl is well enough to go home! The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love! NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL. 像其他的好妈妈一样，当凯伦发现自己又怀孕了时，她就尽力帮她三岁的儿子迈克尔做好准备迎接这个新生儿的到来。他们知道了这是个女孩后，迈克尔每天都趴在妈妈肚子上为他的小妹妹 唱歌 。 凯伦的怀孕期进展正常。接着产前阵痛就来临了，每5分钟一次……每分钟一次。但在分娩过程中出现了并发症，阵痛持续了几个小时。是不是需要剖腹产?终于，迈克尔的小妹妹降生了。但她的情况很不好。伴着晚上警报器的鸣叫声，救护车把婴儿送到田纳西州诺克斯维尔市的圣玛丽医院，新生儿重病特护区。 日子一天天过去了。女婴的情况愈来愈糟。小儿科专家告诉这对父母：“希望非常渺茫。请做好最坏的打算吧。”凯伦和她的丈夫联系了当地一家公墓，安排了葬礼的计划。他们已经在家里布置好了一间特别的婴儿房——但现在却要计划一个葬礼。 迈克尔一直乞求父母让他进去看看小妹妹：“我想唱歌给她听，”他说。这是重病特护的第二周了。看来好像到不了这周结束葬礼就要来临了。迈克尔不断地缠着要给小妹妹唱歌听，然而重病特护区不允许 儿童 入内。不过凯伦下定了决心，不管他们愿不愿意，她都要带迈克尔进去。 如果现在他看不到他的小妹妹，就再也没机会见到她了。她为儿子穿了一身特大型的护士服，带他走进重点护理组。他看起来就像一个行走的洗衣篮，不过护士长认出这是一个孩子，她吼道：“马上带那个孩子离开这儿!禁止小孩入内。”凯伦的母性变得坚强起来，这位平日里温柔的女士用坚毅的目光盯着护士长的脸，坚定地说：“他不会离开的，除非给他妹妹唱首歌。”凯伦拉着迈克尔走到他小妹妹的床前。他盯着这个不再为生存而挣扎的小婴儿，开始唱歌。用三岁孩子单纯的心声，迈克尔唱道： “你是我的阳光，惟一的阳光，当天空灰暗时你能使我快乐……” 女婴立刻有了反应，脉搏跳动变得平静而稳定。 迈克尔一直在唱着：“亲爱的，你不知道我有多么爱你。请不要带走我的阳光——”女婴不规则的、紧张的呼吸变得如小猫的呼噜声那般安稳。 迈克尔继续唱着：“亲爱的，那天晚上当我睡着，我梦到我把你抱在怀中……”他的小妹妹放松下来了，放佛在休息，复原般的休息，似乎在她身上扩展开来。 迈克尔还在唱着。泪水在护士长的脸上肆意流着。凯伦变得容光焕发。“你是我的阳光，惟一的阳光。请别带走我的阳光。” 葬礼计划取消了。第二天——就在第二天——女婴就好起来，可以回家了! 医护人员说这就是一个奇迹。凯伦说它是上帝之爱的奇迹。 决不要放弃你所爱的人。爱的力量其大无比。

美文,不禁浮现出一个美丽的情境,赋予优美的语境和丰富的情感;美文,不禁联想到一种美幻的意境,充满情感的体验和丰富的表达。我整理了英语美文摘抄带翻译，欢迎阅读!

英语励志短文

Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.

无论是60岁还是16岁，你需要保持永不衰竭的好奇心、永不熄灭的孩提般求知的渴望和追求事业成功的欢乐与热情。在你我的心底，有一座无线电台，它能在多长时间里接收到人间万物传递来的美好、希望、欢乐、鼓舞和力量的信息，你就会年轻多长时间。

An individual human existence should be like a river—small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being.

人的生命应当像河流，开始是涓涓细流，受两岸的限制而十分狭窄，尔后奔腾咆哮，翻过危岩，飞越瀑布，河面渐渐开阔，河岸也随之向两边隐去，最后水流平缓，森森无际，汇入大海之中，个人就这样毫无痛苦地消失了。

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

青春意味着战胜懦弱的那股大丈夫气概和摈弃安逸的那种冒险精神。往往一个60岁的老者比一个20岁的青年更多一点这种劲头。人老不仅仅是岁月流逝所致，更主要的是不思进取的结果。

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

光阴可以在颜面上留下印记，而热情之火的熄灭则在心灵上刻下皱纹。烦恼、恐惧、缺乏自信会扭曲人的灵魂，并将青春化为灰烬。

眼睛会说话

Much meaning can be conveyed, clearly, with our eyes, so it is often said that eyes can speak.

我们的眼睛能准确地传达一些信息，所以人们常说，眼睛会说话。

Do you have such kind of experience? In a bus you may look at stranger, but not too long. And if he is sensing that he is being stared at, he may feel uncomfortable.

你有过类似的体验吗?在公共汽车上，你可能会看着一个陌生人，但时间不会太长。而且，如果他能感觉到有人盯着他，会觉得浑身不自在。

The same in daily life. If you are looked at for more than necessary, you will look at yourself up and down, to see if there is anything wrong with you. If nothing goes wrong, you will feel angry toward other’s stare with you that way. Eyes do speak, right?

日常生活中亦如此。如果别人一直盯着你看，你就会不由自主地审视自己，看看是不是有什么地方弄错了。如果一切正常，你就会对别人的这种盯梢很气愤。眼睛确实能说话，不是吗?

Looking too long at someone may seem to be rude and aggressive. But things are different when it comes to stare at the opposite sex. If a man glances at a woman for more than 10 seconds and refuses to avert his gaze, his intentions are obvious, that is, he wishes to attract her attention, to make her understand that he is admiring her.

过久的盯着别人看会给人一种粗鲁和侵犯的感觉。但异性之间的凝视就不同了。如果一个男人盯着一个女人超过10秒钟，还不想挪开视线的话，他的意思就十分明显了，他想引起她的注意，想让她知道他爱慕她。

However, the normal eye contact for two people engaged in conversation is that the speaker will only look at the listener from time to time, in order to make sure that the listener does pay attention to what the former is speaking, to tell him that he is attentive.

正常情况下，两人交谈时，目光接触能传达这样的意思：说者偶尔看看听者，以此确认听着是否在认真倾听。而对于听者来说，他会一直看着说话的人，以此告诉他，自己正专心致志的听着。

If a speaker looks at you continuously when speaking, as if he tries to dominate you, you will feel disconcerted. A poor liar usually exposes himself by looking too long at the victim, since he believes in the false idea that to look straight in the eye is a sign of honest communication. Quite the contrary.

假如与你说话的那个人直直的盯着你，好像要镇住你似的，你便会感到惶恐不安。一般地，说谎者往往就是看别人的时间过长，而令人起疑。因为他们以为直视别人的眼睛是诚实沟通的表现，结果恰恰相反。

In fact, continuous eye contact is confined to lovers only, who will enjoy looking at each other tenderly for a long time, to show affection that words cannot express.

实际上，长时间的相互凝视仅适合情人之间，他们喜欢温柔的对视，用目光来传达言语无法表达的爱意。

Evidently, eye contact should be done according to the relationship between two people and the specific situation.

显然，目光交流应该根据双方的关系和特定场合来进行。

热爱生活

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not as bad as you are.

不论你的生活如何卑贱，你要面对它生活，不要躲避它，更别用恶言咒骂它。它不像你那样坏。

It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is.

你最富有的时候，倒是看似最穷。爱找缺点的人就是到天堂里也能找到缺点。

You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.

你要爱你的生活，尽管它贫穷。甚至在一个济贫院里，你也还有愉快、高兴、光荣的时候。夕阳反射在济贫院的窗上，像身在富户人家窗上一样光亮;在那门前，积雪同在早春融化。我只看到，一个从容的人，在哪里也像在皇宫中一样，生活得心满意足而富有愉快的思想。

The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means, which should be more disreputable.

城镇中的穷人，我看，倒往往是过着最独立不羁的生活。也许因为他们很伟大，所以受之无愧。大多数人以为他们是超然的，不靠城镇来支援他们;可是事实上他们是往往利用了不正当的手段来对付生活，他们是毫不超脱的，毋宁是不体面的。

Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old, return to them.

视贫穷如园中之花而像圣人一样耕植它吧!不要找新的花样，无论是新的朋友或新的衣服，来麻烦你自己。找旧的，回到那里去。

Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

万物不变，是我们在变。你的衣服可以卖掉，但要保留你的思想。