高中英语晨读短文

Jerry was the knd of guy who was always n a good mood and always had somethng postve to say.

One day went up to Jerry and asked hm, “ don’t get t! You can’t be a postve person all of the tme. How do you do t?” Jerry repled, “Each mornng wake up and say to myself, ‘Jerry, you have two choces today. You can choose to be n a good mood or you can choose to be n a bad mood.’ choose to be n a good mood. “

“Yeah, rght, t’s not that easy,” protested.

“Yes t s,” Jerry sad. “Lfe s all about choces. You choose how you react to stuatons. You choose how people wll affect your mood. You choose to be n a good mood or bad mood. t’s your choce how you lve lfe.”

reflected on what Jerry sad. Soon thereafter, changed my job. We lost touch.Several years later, heard that Jerry was robbed and was shot. saw Jerry about sx months after the accdent. When asked hm how he was, he repled, “ feel really good.”

asked hm what had gone through hs mnd when he was taken to the hosptal.

Jerry repled, “The frst thng came to my mnd was that should have closed the back door. Then remembered that had two choces: could choose to lve, or could choose to de. chose to lve. ”

Jerry contnued, “The nurses kept tellng me was gong to be fne. But when they wheeled me nto the emergency room and the expressons on the faces of the doctors and nurses scared me. n ther eyes, read,‘He’s a dead man. ‘ knew needed to take acton.”

“What dd you do?” asked.

“Well, a nurse asked f was allergc to anythng,” sad Jerry, ‘Yes,’ repled. The doctors and nurses were watng for my reply... took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over ther laughter, told them, ‘ am choosng to lve. Operate on me as f am alve, not dead.“Jerry lved thanks to the skll of hs doctors, but also because of hs amazng atttude. learned from hm that every day we have the choce to lve postvely.

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle, "Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

A couple,John and Mary,had two lovely children.John had just been asked to go on a business trip and would be gone for several days.Mary would go along too.They hired a reliable woman to care for children and made the trip,returning home a little earlier than they had planned.

As they drove into their home town feeling glad to be back,they noticed smoke,and they went off their usual route to see what it was.They found a home in flames.Mary said,”Oh,well, it isn’t our fire,let’s go home.”

But John drove closer and exclaimed, “That home belongs to Fred Jones who works at the plant.He wouldn’t be off work yet,maybe there is something we could do. ” “It has nothing to do with us, ”protested Mary.

But John drove up and stopped and they were both horror stricken to see the whole house in flames.A woman on the lawn was in hysterics screaming, “The children!Get the children! ”John grabbed her by the shoulder saying, “Get a hold of yourself and tell us where the children are! ”“In the basement, ”sobbed the woman,”down the hall and to the left. ”

In spite of Mary’s protests John bolted for the basement which was full of smoke and scorching hot.He found the door and two children.As he left he could hear some more whimpering.He delivered the two badly frightened and nearly suffocated children into waiting arms and started back asking how many more children were down there.They told him two more and Mary grabbed his arm and screamed, “John!Don’t go back!That house will cave in any second. ”

But he ran into the smoke filed hallway and into the room.At last he found both children.As he stumbled up the endless steps,the thought went through his mind that there was something strangely familiar about the little bodies clinging to him,and at last when they came out into the sunlight and fresh air,he found that he had just rescued his own children.

The baby-sitter had left them at this home while she did some shopping…

The first day of school our professor introduced a little old lady to us.

"Why are you in college at such a young age?" I asked later. She jokingly replied, " I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we wouldleave class together and tolk nonstop. I was always listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to make a speech to our football team. I'll never forget what she taught us. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her note card on the floor. A little embarrassed she simply said, "I'm sorry. This whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began:" We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.

Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do.The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral to honor the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

Jerry was the kind of guy who was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say.

One day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, ‘Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a good mood. "

"Yeah, right, it’s not that easy," I protested.

"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. It’s your choice how you live life."

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I changed my job. We lost touch.Several years later, I heard that Jerry was robbed and was shot. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "I feel really good.”

I asked him what had gone through his mind when he was taken to the hospital.

Jerry replied, “The first thing came to my mind was that I should have closed the back door. Then I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live. ”

Jerry continued, "The nurses kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses scared me. In their eyes, I read,‘He’s a dead man. ‘I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, a nurse asked if I was allergic to anything," said Jerry, ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses were waiting for my reply... I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live positively.

In 1982 Steven Callahan was crossing the Atlantic alone in his sailboat when it struck something and sank. He was floating in a life raft, alone. When three fishermen found him seventy-six days later (the longest anyone has survived a shipwreck on a life raft alone), he was still alive.

His account of how he survived is fascinating. But the thing that caught my eye was how he managed to keep himself going when all hope seemed lost, when there seemed no point in continuing the struggle, when he was suffering greatly, when his life raft was punctured and after more than a week struggling with his weak body to fix it, it was still leaking air. Giving up would have seemed the only sane option.

When people survive these kinds of circumstances, they do something with their minds that gives them the courage to keep going. Many people in similarly desperate circumstances give in or go mad. Something the survivors do with their thoughts helps them find the guts to carry on in spite of overwhelming odds.

"I tell myself I can handle it," wrote Callahan in his narrative."Compared to what others have been through, I’m fortunate. I tell myself these things over and over, building up fortitude..."

I wrote that down after I read it. It struck me as something important. And I’ve told myself the same thing when my own goals seemed far off or when my problems seemed too overwhelming. And every time I’ve said it, I have always come back to my senses.

The truth is our circumstances are only bad compared to something better. But others have been through much worse. I’ve read enough history to know you and I are lucky to be where we are, when we are, no matter how bad it seems to us compared to our fantasies. It’s a sane thought and worth thinking.

So whatever you’re going through, tell yourself you can handle it. Compared to what others have been through, you’re fortunate. Tell this to yourself over and over, and it will help you get through the rough spots with a little more fortitude.

One day a farmer's donkey fell into an abandoned well.The animal cried piteouslyfor hours as the farmer tried to figured out what to do.Finally,he decided the animal was too old and the well needed to covered up anyway;so it just was't worth it to him to try to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.Realizing what was happening,the donkey at first cried and wailed horribly. Then,a few shovel-fullslater,hequiteted down completely.The farmer peered down into the well,and was astounded by what he saw.With every shovel-full of dirt that hit his back,the donkey would shake it off and take a step up on the new layer of dirt. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,he would shake it off and take a step up.Prettysoon,the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off,to the shock and astonishment of everyone. Life is going to shovel dirt on you,all kinds of dirt.The trick to getting out of the well is to stop wailing,and not let the dirt bury you,but to shake it off and take a step up.Each one of our troubles is a stepping-stone.We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stoping,never giving up!Shake it off and take a step up.2. The Farmer's Donkey

One day a farmer's donkey fell into an abandoned well.The animal cried piteouslyfor hours as the farmer tried to figured out what to do.Finally,he decided the animal was too old and the well needed to covered up anyway;so it just was't worth it to him to try to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.Realizing what was happening,the donkey at first cried and wailed horribly.

Then,a few shovel-fullslater,hequiteted down completely.The farmer peered down into the well,and was astounded by what he saw.With every shovel-full of dirt that hit his back,the donkey would shake it off and take a step up on the new layer of dirt.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,he would shake it off and take a step up.Prettysoon,the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off,to the shock and astonishment of everyone.

Life is going to shovel dirt on you,all kinds of dirt.The trick to getting out of the well is to stop wailing,and not let the dirt bury you,but to shake it off and take a step up.Each one of our troubles is a stepping-stone.We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stoping,never giving up!Shake it off and take a step up.

In my opinion, the Indian struggle for freedom bears in its consequences not only upon India and England but upon the whole world. It contains one-fifth of the human race. It represents one of the most ancient civilizations. It has traditions handed down from tens of thousands of years, some of which, to the astonishment of the world, remain intact. No doubt the damages of time have affected the purity of that civilization as they have that of many other cultures and many institutions.

If India is to revive the glory of her ancient past, she can only do so when she attains her freedom. The reason for the struggle having drawn the attention of the world I know does not lie in the fact that we Indians are fighting for our liberty, but in the fact the means adopted by us for attaining that liberty are unique and, as far as history shows us, have not been adopted by any other people of whom we have any record. The means adopted are not violence,not bloodshed, not diplomacy as one understands it nowadays, but they are purely and simply truth and nonviolence.

No wonder that the attention of the world is directed toward this attempt to lead a successful bloodless revolution. Hitherto,nations have fought in the manner of the brute. They have wreaked vengeance upon those whom they have considered to be their enemies. We find in searching national anthems adopted by great nations that they contain curse upon the so-called enemy. They have vowed destruction and have not hesitated to take the name of God and seek divine assistance for the destruction of the enemy. We in India have endeavored to reverse the process.

We feel that the law that governs brute creation is not the law that should guide the human race. That law is inconsistent with human dignity. I, personally,would wait, if need be, for ages rather than seek to attain the freedom of my country through bloody means. I feel in the innermost of my heart, after a political career extending over an unbroken period of close upon thirty-five years, that the world is sick unto death of blood spilling. The world is seeking a way out, and I flatter myself with the belief that perhaps it will be the privilege of ancient land of India to show the way out to the hungering world.

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My mother taught me to appreciate a job well done:

母亲教我如何珍惜他人辛苦劳动：

"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning!"

如果你们要打架，到外边打去我刚整理好房间!

My mother taught me religion:

母亲教我什么是宗教：

"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

你最好祈祷那个东西能从地毯下冒出来。

My mother taught me about time travel:

母亲教我什么是时间旅行：

"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

你要是不改，我把你一把推到下周三!(意为：不让过周末。)

My mother taught me logic:

母亲教我什么是逻辑：

"Because I said so, that's why."

为什么?因为我就是这么说的!

My mother taught me foresight:

母亲教我什么是远见：

"Be sure you wear clean underwear in case you're in an accident."

一定要穿干净内衣，以防万一你遇到事故。

My mother taught me about contortion:

母亲教我什么是柔体杂技：

"Will you look at the dirt on the back of your neck!"

你能不能看看你脖子后面的泥!

My mother taught me about stamina:

母亲教我什么是耐力：

"You'll sit there till all that spinach is finished."

坐在那儿，直到把所有的菠菜吃完。

My mother taught me about weather:

母亲教我如何识天气：

"It looks as if a tornado swept through your room."

好像有龙卷风席卷过你的房间。

My mother taught me how to solve physics problems:

母亲教我如何解决物理学问题：

"If I yelled because I saw a meteor coming toward you, would you listen then?"

如果我高声叫喊，是因为我看见有一颗流星正朝你俯冲而来，那你会不会听我的话?

My mother taught me about envy:

母亲教我什么是嫉妒：

"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do!"

这世界上有数百万不幸的孩子，他们可没有你这么好的父母。

The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. "Heave a hoy!" they shouted as each chest came up. "I am going to Egypt!" cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.

第二天，燕子飞到下面的海港。他停落在一条大船的桅杆上，望着水手们用绳索把大箱子拉出船舱。伴着他们“嘿哟!嘿哟!”的号子声，大箱子也一个个被拉了上来。“ 我准备去埃及了!”燕子喊道，可是没有人在意他。当月亮升起后，他便飞回到快乐王子的身边。

I am come to bid you good-bye," he cried.

我是来和你道别的，”他叫着说。

Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"

燕子，燕子，小燕子，”王子说，“你不能再陪我一晚吗?”

It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other."

冬天来了，”燕子答道，“这儿不久就要被冰雪覆盖。而在埃及，温暖的阳光照在翠绿的棕榈树上，鳄鱼们躺在泥沼中，懒洋洋地环视着周围。我的伙伴们正在巴尔贝克古城的神庙里筑巢，那些粉红和白色的鸽子们一边望着他们劳动，一边咕咕地互诉衷情。

Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea."