英語經(jīng)典美文常用(15篇)

　　在現(xiàn)實生活或工作學習中，大家都經(jīng)常看到美文的身影吧？隨著時代的發(fā)展，讀者對美文的要求也在不斷變化，因此人們對美文的要求也在不斷變化，想要學習寫美文嗎？以下是小編為大家整理的英語經(jīng)典美文，希望能夠幫助到大家。

英語經(jīng)典美文1

　　In 1895, a man named Luigi Lavazza purchased a little grocery store in northern Italy for about $20. Today, over one hundred years later, Luigi Lavazza S.P.A is the irrefutable leader of the espresso market in Italy, boasting nearly 45 percent of the total coffee market share. The company owes its success to its dynanuc approach to business and careful attention to its customers needs.

　　1895年，一位名叫路吉 拉法札的男子花20美元買下意大利北部一家小雜貨店0 100年后的今天，路吉 拉法札連鎖事業(yè)無疑已是意大利濃縮咖啡市場的領(lǐng)導(dǎo)品牌，占有約45%的市場。公司將其成就歸功于機動靈活的營銷策略及其對顧客需求的.關(guān)照。

　　In Lavazzas store, coffee was sold raw and then roasted according to each customers personal preference. Luigi Lavazza was considerably skilled at carefully selecting the amount of each ingredient required for one particular blend as well as expertly determining the degree of roasting.Over the next sixty years, the company experienced rapid commercial growth with its foray into the wholesale market and its decision to narrow down its range of products. By the mid forties, the company, now Luigi Lavazza S.P.A, began specializing in the production of coffee.

　　拉法札店里銷售的是生咖啡，它根據(jù)顧客的個人喜好而作相應(yīng)的烘培。 拉法札在此方面的技巧十分嫻熟，對任意一種特殊配制，其原料的質(zhì)與量均是經(jīng)過精挑細選，烘培的程度亦是經(jīng)過審慎的專業(yè)判斷。隨后的60年中，該公司以突襲批發(fā)市場決定縮減產(chǎn)品經(jīng)營范圍的辦法，取得了商業(yè)的迅速發(fā)展。在40年代中期，現(xiàn)名拉法札連鎖事業(yè)的公司開始專門生產(chǎn)咖啡。

英語經(jīng)典美文2

　　The Exact Science of Matrimony

　　O. Henry[1]

　　“As I have told you before,” said Jeff Peters, “I never had much confidence in the perfidiousness[2] of woman. As partners or coeducators in the most innocent line of graft[3] they are not trustworthy.”

　　“They deserve the compliment,” said I. “I think they are entitled to be called the honest sex.”

　　“Why shouldn’t they be?” said Jeff. “They’ve got the other sex either grafting or working overtime for ’em. They’re all right in business until they get their emotions or their hair touched up too much.[4] Then you want to have a flat-footed, heavy-breathing man with sandy whiskers, five kids and a building and loan mortgage ready as an understudy to take her desk.[5] Now there was that widow lady that me and Andy Tucker engaged to help us in that little matrimonial agency scheme we floated [6] out in Cairo.[7]

　　“When you’ve got enough advrtising capital--say a roll as big as the little end of a wagon tongue[8]--there’s money in matrimonial agencies. We had about $6,000 and we expected to double it in two months, which is about as long as a scheme like ours can be carried on without taking out a New Jersey charter.[9]

　　“We fixed up an advertisement that read about like this:

　　‘Charming widow, beautiful, home loving, 32 years, possessing $3,000 cash and owning valuable country property, would remarry. Would prefer a poor man with affectionate disposition to one[10] with means, as she realizes that the solid virtues are oftenest to be found in the humble walks[11] of life. No objection to elderly man or one of homely appearance if faithful and true and competent to manage property and invest money with judgment. Address, with particulars,

　　Lonely,

　　Care of Peters & Tucker, agents, Cairo, Ill.’

　　“‘So far, so pernicious,’[12] says I, when we had finished the literary concoction. ‘And now,’ says I, ‘where is the lady?’

　　“Andy gives me one of his looks of calm irritation.

　　“‘Jeff,’ says he, ‘I thought you had lost them ideas of realism in your art.[13] Why should there be a lady? When they sell a lot of watered stock on Wall Street would you expect to find a mermaid in it?[14] What has a matrimonial ad got to do with a lady?’

　　“‘Now listen,’ says I. ‘You know my rule, Andy, that in all my illegitimate inroads against the legal letter of the law the article sold must be existent, visible, producible. In that way and by a careful study of city ordinances[15] and train schedules I have kept out of all trouble with the police that a five-dollar bill and a cigar could not square.[16] Now, to work this scheme we’ve got to be able to produce bodily a charming widow or its equivalent with or without the beauty, hereditaments[17] and appurtenances[18] set forth in the catalogue and writ of errors,[19] or hereafter be held by a justice of the peace.”[20]

　　“‘Well,’ says Andy, reconstructing his mind, ‘maybe it would be safer in case the post office or the peace commission[21] should try to investigate our agency. But where,’ he says, ‘could you hope to find a widow who would waste time on a matrimonial scheme that had no matrimony in it?’

　　“I told Andy that I thought I knew of the exact party. An old friend of mine, Zeke Trotter, had made his wife a widow a year before by drinking some dyspepsia[22] cure of the old doctor’s intead of the liniment that he always got boozed up[23] on. I used to stop at their house often, and I thought we could get her to work with us.

　　“ ’T was only sixty miles to the little town where she lived, so I jumped out on the I.C. and finds her in the same cottage with the same sunflowers and roosters standing on the washrubs. Mrs Trotter fitted our ad first rate except, maybe, for beauty and age and property valuation. But she looked feasible and praiseworthy to the eye, and it was a kindness to Zeke’s money to give her the job.

　　“Is this an honest deal[24] you are putting on,[25] Mr. Peters? she asks me when I tell her what we want.

　　“ ‘Mrs. Trotter,’ says I, ‘Andy Trotter and me have computed the calculation that 3,000 men in this broad and fair country will endeavor to secure your fair hand[26] and ostensible[27] money and property through our advertisement. Out of that number something like thirty hundred will expect to give you in exchange, if they should win you, the carcass[28] of a lazy and mercenary[29] loafer, a failure in life, a swindler[30] and contemptible fortune seeker.

　　“ ‘Me and Andy,’ says I, ‘propose to teach these preyers upon society a lesson. It was with difficulty,’ says I, ‘that me and Andy could refrain from[31] forming a corporation under the title of the Great Moral and Millenial Malevolent Matrimonial Agency. Does that satisfy you?”

　　“‘It does, Mr. Peters,’ says she. ‘I might have known you wouldn’t have gone into anything that wasn’t opprobrious.[32] But what will my duties be? Do I have to reject personally these 3,000 ramscallions you speak of, or can I throw them out in bunches?’

　　“ ‘Your job, Mrs. Trotter,’ says I, ‘will be practically a cynosure.[33] You will live at a quiet hotel and will have no work to do. Andy and I will attend to all the correspondence and business end of it.

　　“‘Of course,’ says I, ‘some of the more ardent and impetuous suitors who can raise the railroad fare may come to Cairo to personally press their suit[34] or whatever fraction of a suit they may be wearing. In that case you will be probably put to the inconvenience of kicking them out face to face. We will pay you $25 per week and hotel expenses.”

　　“‘Give me five minutes,’ says Mrs. Trotter, ‘to get my powder rag[35] and leave the front door key with a neighbor and you can let my salary begin.’

　　“‘So I conveys Mrs. Trotter to Cairo and establishes her in a family hotel far enough away from mine and Andy’s quarters to be unsuspicious and available, and I tell Andy.

　　“ ‘Great,’ says Andy. ‘And now that your conscience is appeased as to the tangibility and proximity of the bait.[36]

　　“So, we began to our advertisement in newspapers covering the country far and wide. One ad was all we used. We couldn’t have used more without hiring so many clerks and marcelled[37] paraphernalia[38] that the sound of the gum chewing would have disturbed the Postmaster-General.

　　“We place $2,000 in a bank to Mrs. Trotter’s credit[39] and gave her the book to show in case anybody might question the honesty and good faith of the agency. I knew Mrs. Trotter was square[40] and reliable and it was safe to leave it in her name.

　　“With that one ad Andy and me put in[41] twelve hours a day answering letters.

　　“About one hundred a day was what came in. I never knew there was so many large hearted[42] but indigent men in the country who were willing to acquire a charming widow and assume the burden of investing her money.

　　“Most of them admitted that they ran principally to[43] whiskers and lost jobs and were misunderstood by the world, but all of ’em were sure that they were so chock[44] full of affection and manly qualities that the widow would be making the bargain of her life to get ’em.

　　“Every applicant got a reply from Peters & Tucker informing him that the widow had been deeply impressed by his straightforward and interesting letter and requesting them to write again stating more particulars; and enclosing photograph if convenient. Peters & Tucker also informed the applicant that their fee for handing over the second letter to their fair client would be $2, enclosed therewith.

　　“There you see the simple beauty of the scheme. About 90 percent of them domestic foreign noblemen raised the price somehow and sent it in. That was all there was to it. Except that me and Andy complained an amount about being put to the trouble of slicing open them envelopes, and taking the money out.

　　“Some few clients called in person. We sent ’em to Mrs. Trotter and she did the rest; except for three or four who came back to strike us for carfare. After the letters began to get in from the r.f.d. districts Andy and me were taking in about $200 a day.

　　“One afternoon when we were busiest and I was stuffing the two and ones into cigar boxes[45] and Andy was whistling ‘No Wedding Bells for Her’ a small, slick[46] man drops in and runs his eyes over the walls like he was on the trail of a lost Gainesborough[47] painting or two. As soon as I saw him I felt a glow of pride, because we were running our business on the level.[48]

　　“ ‘I see you have quite a large mail today,’ says the man.

　　“I reached and got my hat.

　　“ ‘Come on,’ says I. ‘We’ve been expecting you. I’ll show you the goods. How was Teddy[49] when you left Washington?”

　　“I took him down to the Riverview Hotel and had him shake hands with Mrs. Trotter. Then I showed him her bank book with the $2,000 to her credit.

　　“ ‘It seems to be all right,’ says the Secret Service.[50]

　　“ ‘It is,’ says I. ‘And if you’re not a married man. I’ll leave you to talk a while with the lady. We won’t mention the two dollars.’

　　“ ‘Thanks,’ says he. ‘If I wasn’t, I might. Good day, Mr. Peters.’

　　“Toward the end of three months we had taken in something over $5,000, and we saw it was time to quit. We had a good many complaints made to us; and Mrs. Trotter seemed to be tired of the job. A good many suitors had been calling to see her, and she didn’t seem to like that.

　　“So we decides to pay her last week’s salary and say farewell and get her check for $2,000.

　　“When I get there I found her crying like a kid that don’t want to go to school.

　　“ ‘Now, now,’ says I, ‘what’s it all about? Somebody sassed[51] you or you getting homesick?”

　　“ ‘No, Mr. Peters,’ says she. ‘I’ll tell you. You was always a friend of Zeke’s, and I don’t mind. Mr. Peters, I’m in love. I just love a man so hard I can’t bear not to get him. He’s just the ideal I’ve always had in mind.’

　　“ ‘Then take him,’ says I. ‘That is, if it’s a mutual case. Does he return the sentiment according to the specifications and painfulness you have described?’[52]

　　“ ‘He does,’ says she. ‘But he’s one of the gentlemen that’s been coming to see me about the advertisement and he won’t marry me unless I give him the $2,000, His name is William Wilkinson.’ And then she goes off[53] again in the agitations and hysterics of romance.

　　“ ‘Mrs. Trotter,’ says I, ‘there’s no man more sympathizing with a woman’s affections than I am. Besides, you was once a life partner of one of my best friends. If it was left to me I’d say take this $2,000 and the man of your choice and be happy.

　　“ ‘We could afford to do that, because we have cleaned up over $5,000 from these suckers that wanted to marry you. But,’ says I, ‘Andy Tucker is to be consulted.’

　　“I goes back to our hotel and lays the case before Andy.

　　“ ‘I was expecting something like this all the time,’ says Andy. ‘You can’t trust a woman to stick by you in any scheme that involves her emotions and preferences.’

　　“‘It’s a sad thing, Andy,’ says I, ‘to think that we’ve been the cause of the breaking of a woman’s heart.’

　　“ ‘It is’ says Andy, ‘a(chǎn)nd I tell you what I’m willing to do, Jeff. You’ve always been a man of a soft and generous disposition. Perhaps I’ve been too hard and worldly and suspicious. For once I’ll meet you half way.[54] Go to Mrs. Trotter and tell her to draw the $2,000 from the bank and give it to this man she’s infatuated[55] with and be happy.’

　　“I jumps and shakes Andy’s hand for five minutes, and then I goes back to Mrs. Trotter and tells her, and she cries as hard for joy as she did for sorrow.

　　“Two days afterward me and Andy packed to go.

　　“‘Wouldn’t you like to go down and meet Mrs. Trotter once before we leave?’ I asks him. “She’d like mightily to know you and express her encomiums and gratitude.”

　　“ ‘Why, I guess not,’ says Andy. ‘I guess we’d better hurry and catch that train.’

　　“I was strapping our capital around me in a memory belt like we always carried it, when Andy pulls a roll of large bills out of his pocket and asks me to put ’em with the rest.

　　“ ‘What’s this?’ says I.

　　“ ‘It’s Mrs. Trotter’s two thousand,’ says Andy.

　　“ ‘How do you come to have it?’ I asks.

　　“ ‘She gave it to me,’ says Andy. “I’ve been calling on her three evenings a week for more than a month.’

　　“ ‘Then you are William Wilkinson?” says I.

　　“ ‘I was,’ says Andy.”

英語經(jīng)典美文3

　　I am nature's greatest miracle.

　　Since the beginning of time never has there been another with my mind, my heart, my eyes, my ears, my hands, my hair, my mouth. None that came before, none that live today, and none that come tomorrow can walk and talk and move and think exactly like me. All men are my brothers yet I am different from each. I am a unique creature.

　　I am nature's greatest miracle.

　　Although I am of the animal kingdom, animal rewards alone will not satisfy me. Within me burns a flame, which has been passed from generations uncounted and its heat is a constant irritation to my spirit to become better than I am, and I will. I will fan this flame of dissatisfaction and proclaim my uniqueness to the world.

　　None can duplicate my brush strokes, none can make my chisel marks, none can duplicate my handwriting, none can produce my child, and, in truth, none has the ability to sell exactly as I. Henceforth, I will capitalize on this difference for it is an asset to be promoted to the fullest.

　　I am nature's greatest miracle.

　　Vain attempts to imitate others no longer will I make. Instead will I place my uniqueness on display in the market place. I will proclaim it, yea, I will sell it. I will begin now to accent my differences; hide my similarities. So too will I apply this principle to the goods I sell. Salesman and goods, different from all others, and proud of the difference.

　　I am a unique creature of nature.

　　I am rare, and there is value in all rarity; therefore, I am valuable. I am the end product of thousands of years of evolution; therefore, I am better equipped in both mind and body than all the emperors and wise men who preceded me.

　　But my skills, my mind, my heart, and my body will stagnate, rot, and die lest I put them to good use. I have unlimited potential. Only a small portion of my brain do I employ; only a paltry amount of my muscles do I flex. A hundredfold or more can I increase my accomplishments of yesterday and this I will do, beginning today.

　　Nevermore will I be satisfied with yesterday's accomplishments nor will I indulge, anymore, in self-praise for deeds which in reality are too small to even acknowledge. I can accomplish far more than I have, and I will, for why should the miracle which produced me end with my birth? Why can I not extend that miracle to my deeds of today?

英語經(jīng)典美文4

　　There is one language that is in use in every country in the world. The people who use it are young and old, thin and fat, short and tall. It is everybody's second language. It is easy to understand, although you can not hear it. It is sign language.

　　有一種語言在全球每個國家都在用。使用這種語言的人或年輕或年老，或瘦或胖，或高或矮。這是每個人的第二語言。盡管不能聽到它，但是它很容易理解。這就是手語。

　　When you wave to a friend who is across the street, you are using sign language. When you smile at someone, you are saying, "I want to be friendly." but you are not using speech. You are using sign language. When you raise your hand in class, you are saying, "Please ask me. I think I know the correct answer."

　　當你向街對面的朋友揮手的時候，你是在用手語。當你對某人微笑的時候，你仿佛在說“我想很友好地對待你”，但是你沒有真正地說。你在用手語。當你在課堂里舉手，就等于說：“提問我吧，我有正確答案了。”

　　Babies who can not talk can point at things. They are using sign language. A policeman who wants to stop traffic holds up his hand. He is using sign language. Winston Churchill's famous "V-for-Victory" was sign language, too.

　　不能說話的`寶寶能夠指東西。他們在使用手語。一個交通警察舉起手意味著阻攔車輛。他在使用手語。溫斯頓·丘吉爾著名的V字形勝利的手勢也是一種手語。

　　Many years ago, a French priest, Charles Michel de l'Epee, became interested in education for deaf people. He invented a finger alphabet. It is still in use. People can make signs for letters and spell words with their hands, and deaf people can read and understand them.

　　很多年前，一個法國的牧師，查爾斯·米歇爾·德萊皮，開始對失聰?shù)娜说慕逃�感興趣。他發(fā)明了手語至今仍被使用。人們使用手表示字母，用手拼寫單詞，失聰?shù)娜丝梢宰x懂和理解它們的意思。

英語經(jīng)典美文5

　　At the start of your workday, before you even check your emails, make a plan. Jot down the three most important tasks you want to accomplish that day. Put a big star next to the most important. Now, before you get into the busy work of emails and photocopying and tidying your desk, start on that important task and see it through to the end.

　　在你剛開始工作時，趁著還沒查看郵件，趕緊定個計劃吧。寫下當天必須完成的三個最重要的任務(wù)，最重要的那個打上標記。然后趁著還沒開始檢查郵件、影印資料或整理辦公桌等工作內(nèi)容前，趕緊著手那個最重要的任務(wù)并保證完成它。

　　Surprisingly few people take the time to plan their workday, and end up spinning their wheels on a number of low-priority tasks without really accomplishing anything big.

　　奇怪的`是，很少有人能有計劃地工作，一天下來后還是周旋在幾個效率甚低的任務(wù)上，最后其實什么實事都沒做成。

英語經(jīng)典美文6

　　Let A Miracle Happen

　　"There"s a new student waiting in your room," my principal announced, hurrying past me on the stairs. "Name"s Mary. I need to talk to you about her. Stop in the office later."

　　I nodded and glanced down at the packs of pink, red and white paper, and the jars of paste and boxes of scissors I held in my arms. "Fine," I said. "I"ve just come from the supply room. We"re making valentine envelopes this morning. It"ll be a good way for her to get acquainted."

　　This was my third year of teaching fourth-graders, but I was already aware how much they loved Valentine"s Day (now just a week away), and making these bright containers to tape to the fronts of their desks was a favorite activity. Mary would surely be caught up in the excitement and be chatting cheerfully with new friends before the project was finished. Humming to myself, I continued up the stairs.

　　I didn"t see her at first. She was sitting in the back of the room with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was down and long, light-brown hair fell forward, caressing the softly shadowed cheeks.

　　"Welcome, Mary," I said. "I"m so glad you"ll be in our room. And this morning you can make an envelope to hold your valentines for our party on Valentine"s Day."

　　No response. Had she heard me?

　　"Mary," I said again, slowly and distinctly.

　　She raised her head and looked into my eyes. The smile on my face froze. A chill went through me and I stood motionless. The eyes in that sweet, little-girl face were strangely empty - as if the owner of a house had drawn the blinds and gone away. Once before I had seen such eyes: They had belonged to an inmate of a mental institution, one I"d visited as a college student. "She"s found life unendurable," the resident psychiatrist had explained, "so she"s retreated from the world." She had, he went on, killed her husband in a fit of insane jealousy.

　　But this child - she could have been my own small, lovable niece except for those blank, desolate eyes. Dear God, I thought, what horror has entered the life of this innocent little girl?

　　I longed to take her in my arms and hug the hurt away. Instead, I pulled books from the shelf behind her and placed them in her lap. "Here are texts you"ll be using, Mary. Would you like to look at them?" Mechanically, she opened each book, closed it and resumed her former position.

　　The bell rang then, and the children burst in on a wave of cold, snowy air. When they saw the valentine materials on my desk, they bubbled with excitement.

　　There was little time to worry about Mary that first hour. I took attendance, settled Mary into her new desk and introduced her. The children seemed subdued and confused when she failed to acknowledge the introduction or even raise her head.

　　Quickly, in order to divert them, I distributed materials for the envelopes and suggested ways to construct and decorate them. I placed materials on Mary"s desk, too, and asked Kristie, her nearest neighbor, to offer help.

　　With the children happily engrossed, I escaped to the office. "Sit down," my principal said, "and I"ll fill you in." The child, she said, had been very close to her mother, living alone with her in a Detroit suburb. One night, several weeks ago, someone had broken into their home and shot and killed the mother in Mary"s presence. Mary escaped, screaming, to a neighbor"s. Then the child went into shock. She hadn"t cried or mentioned her mother since.

　　The principal sighed and then went on. "Authorities sent her here to live with her only relative - a married sister. The sister enrolled Mary this morning. I"m afraid we"ll get little help from her. She"s divorced, with three small children to support. Mary is just one more responsibility."

　　"But what can I do?" I stammered. "I"ve never known a child like this before." I felt so inadequate.

　　"Give her love," she suggested, "lots and lots of love. She"s lost so much. There"s prayer, too - and faith, faith that will make her a normal little girl again if you just don"t lose hope."

　　I returned to my room to discover that the children were already shunning this "different" child. Not that Mary noticed. Even kindly little Kristie looked affronted. "She won"t even try," she told me.

　　I sent a note to the principal to remove Mary from the room for a short time. I needed to enlist the children"s help before recess, before they could taunt her about being "different."

　　"Mary"s been hurt badly," I explained gently, "and she"s so quiet because she"s afraid she"ll be hurt again. You see, her mother just died, and there"s no one else who loves her. You must be very patient and understanding. It may be a long time before she"s ready to laugh and join in your games, but you can do a lot to help her."

　　Bless all children. How loving they can be once they understand. On Valentine"s Day, Mary"s envelope overflowed. She looked at each card without comment and replaced it in her container. She didn"t take them home, but at least she looked at them.

　　She arrived at school insufficiently dressed for the bitterly cold weather. Her raw, chapped hands - without mittens - cracked and bled. Although she seemed oblivious to sore hands and the cold, I sewed buttons on her thin coat, and the children brought caps, scarves, sweaters and mittens. Kristie, like a little mother, helped Mary bundle up before she went outdoors, and she insisted on walking to and from school with her.

　　In spite of our efforts, we seemed to be getting no closer to Mary as the cold, dreary March days dragged by. Even my faith was wearing thin. My heart ached so desperately, wanting this child to come alive, to be aware of the beauty the wonder, the fun - and, yes - even the pain of living.

　　Dear God, I prayed, please let one small miracle happen. She needs it so desperately.

　　Then on a late March day, one of the boys excitedly reported a robin in the schoolyard. We flocked to the window to see it. "Spring"s here!" the children cried. "Let"s make a flower border for the room!"

　　Why not? I thought. Anything to lift our spirits. This time the papers we selected were beautiful pastel colors - with brown strips to weave into baskets. I showed the children how to weave the baskets and how to fashion all the flowers we welcome in early spring. Remembering the valentine incident, I expected nothing from Mary; nevertheless, I placed the beautifully colored papers on her desk and encouraged her to try. Then I left the children to do their own creating, and I spent the next half-hour sorting scraps of paper at the back of the room.

　　Suddenly, Kristie came hurrying to me, her face aglow. "Come see Mary"s basket," she exclaimed. "It"s so pretty! You"ll never believe it!"

　　I caught my breath at its beauty. The gently curled petals of hyacinths, the daffodils" fluted cups, skillfully fashioned crocuses and violets - work one would expect from a child much older.

　　"Mary," I said. "This is beautiful. How did you ever manage?"

　　She looked at me with the shining eyes of any normal little girl. "My mother loved flowers," she said simply. "She had all of these growing in our garden."

　　Thank you, God, I said silently. You"ve given us the miracle. I knelt and put my arms around the child. Then the tears came, slowly at first, but soon she was sobbing her heart out against my shoulder. The other children had tears in their eyes, too, but theirs - like mine - were tears of joy.

　　We fastened her basket in the very center of the border at the front of the room. It remained there until school ended in June. On the last day, Mary held it carefully as she carried it out the door. Then she came running back, pulled a crocus from her basket and handed it to me. "This is for you," she said, and she gave me a hug and a kiss.

　　Mary moved away that summer. I lost track of her, but I"ll never forget her. And I know God is caring for her.

　　I"ve kept the crocus in my desk ever since - just to remind me of Mary and of the enduring power of love and faith.

英語經(jīng)典美文7

　　The Nightingale And The Rose

　　A young student loved a beautiful girl.He said"I am going to a dance tonight,and I am going to take the beautiful girl."

　　But the girl said,"I am not going to go to the dance tonight,because I haven"t got a red rose."

　　"I went to a dance last week,and I put a red rose on my white dress.All of the people said,"That is very beautiful,"and I was happy."

　　T he student said,"I am going to bring you a red rose,and then I am going to take you to the dance."The beautiful girl was happy.

　　T he student went to his garden,but there were not any roses in it.He sat on a bench,ant he cried.He said,"The beautiful girl is not going to come to the dance tonight,because I have not got a red rose."

　　There was a nightingale in a tree in the garden.She loved the student.She said,"His beautiful eyes are red,because he is crying.I am going to bring him a red rose."

　　She flew to a big garden,and she went to a brush.There were roses on it.This bush loved songs.The nightingale said,"Do you want a song?"

　　The bush said,"Yes,I do."

　　The nightingale said,"And I want a rose."

　　The bush said,"Sing me a song, and then take one of my rose."

　　T he nightingale sang a beautiful song,and the she said,"Now I am going to take a red rose."

　　The bush said,"But I have not got any red roses.All of mine are white."

　　The nightingale said,"I love the student,and I am going to give him a red rose."

　　There were big thorns on the bush.T he nightingale flew to one of them.There was a beautiful,white rose under it.

　　The nightingale pushed the thorn into her breast.It hurt a lot,but she pushed it into her heart.Blood came out.It fell on the white rose.

　　The nightingale said,"The rose is red now."She took it,and she flew to the student"s window.She put the rose down,and she knocked at the window.Then she fell into the street.She was dead.

　　The student went to the window,and he opened it.He said,"There is a beautiful red rose here.Who put it here?"He was very happy.

　　He ran to the beautiful girl"s house,and he said,"I have brought you a red rose."

　　The girl looked at it,and she said,"I do not want it.A rich man has brought me some jewels.they are more beautiful than a rose.He is going to take me to the dance."

　　The student went home again.He threw the rose out of the window,and it fell on the dead nightingale.

　　A wheel crushed both of them,and people said,"Our street are very dirty.Look at that dead bird,and look at that dirty flower."(編輯 李杰)

英語經(jīng)典美文8

　　I had no idea what the government officers were like before I joined my bureau. I, however, had no positive impressions on them, because of some officers I approached when I was a salesman.

　　Of course, I usually contacted those who were in charge of purchasing. Those officers were/maybe still are proud, demanding and powerful. Some of them hinted me for returns and some just asked directly. I invited them for dinner sometimes, and they ordered the most expensive dishes. Some even asked for more services after dinner. Not until all the so-called services were done, did they want to release some useful information to us or sign the purchasing orders. That’s why I used to look down upon them. They were nothing but a big pile of shit to me.

　　And now I’m working as a government officer too, not only because I am tired of being a salesman, but I want a stable and reliable job. I don’t think this position will be my final career destination, though! It’s been three months since I joined in the bureau. I’m impressed by the government officers in my bureau, because they are far away from what I thought before. Some of them are really good and responsible people!

　　Our bureau is a bit different from the others, because we are in charge of all the trades and investments in the city. Local companies have to apply for invitation letters if they want their foreign customers, colleagues, friends, relatives or whoever to come to Shenyang to live or work. And we’re in charge of all the foreign companies in the city. Though we have great power in hand, we use it to get more legal foreign investments and for anything which could be helpful for employment opportunities.

　　Some small problems still occurred to me after I became a member of the officers. I had no such experience on dealing with them before. For example: A section director asked me to translate a long essay for him. I said yes, but my boss was not happy because he said the director had no right to ask his man to do anything without his permission. I understood, cause he is my boss. I shall not take orders from other people, though their ranks are much higher than mine! So my boss asked me to leave his translation alone and let him to explain to the director. In fact, he forgot to do it, and I was there waiting for the consequence. It came to me pretty soon. The director told the president of my bureau that my English was poor. And don’t forget I just impressed the boss in a negative way. I smiled when I heard this, bitterly. “So what?” I asked myself. It’s no big deal. Danny’s English level has been proved by many foreigners, not only from English-speaking countries. I have, at least, great confidence on my English skills.

　　This incident made me more mature. Working for the Chinese government is not easy. As long as you’re sophisticated enough, you will definitely stand a batter chance to be promoted. You have to be bad, mean and whatever suitable for the job. I’m outta here, sooner or later. Like my brother told me before: if you work for the government, you’re gonna die soon.

　　Now I understand what he meant. Oops, being a government officer is not easy; being a good and innocent one is nearly impossible. So are you ready to be a government officer?

英語經(jīng)典美文9

　　Nearly everybody has a creek in his past, a confiding waterway that rose in the spring of youth.…….

　　My creek wound between Grandfather's apricot orchard and a neighbor's hillside pasture. It banks were shaded by cottonwoods and redwood trees and a thick tangle of blackberries and wild grapevines. On hot summer days the quiet water flowed clear and cold over gravel bars where I fished for trout. Nothing historic ever happens in these recollected creeks. But their persistence in memory suggests that creeks are bigger than they seem, more a part of our hearts and minds than mighty rivers.

　　Creek time is measured in the lives of strange creatures, in sandflecked caddis worms under the rocks, sudden gossamer clouds of mayflies in the afternoon, or minnows of darting like silvers of inspiration into the dimness of creek fate. Mysteries float in creeks' riffles, crawl over their pebbled bottoms and slink under the roots of trees.

　　While rivers are heavy with sophistication and sediment, creeks are clear, innocent, boisterous, full of dream and promise. A child can wade across them without a parent's cautions. You can go it along, jig for crayfish, swing from ropes along the bank. Creeks belong to childhood, drawing you into the wider world, teaching you the curve of the earth. (214 words) 陳擎紅《英語背誦散文》

英語經(jīng)典美文10

　　在美國西雅圖的一所著名教堂里，有一位德高望重的牧師――戴爾·泰勒。有一天，他向教會學校一個班的學生們先講了下面這個故事。

　　那年冬天，獵人帶著獵狗去打獵。獵人一槍擊中了一只兔子的后腿，受傷的兔子拼命地逃生，獵狗在其后窮追不舍。可是追了一陣子，兔子跑得越來越遠了。獵狗知道實在是追不上了，只好悻悻地回到獵人身邊。獵人氣急敗壞地說：“你真沒用，連一只受傷的兔子都追不到！”

　　獵狗聽了很不服氣地辯解道：“我已經(jīng)盡力而為了呀！”

　　再說兔子帶著槍傷成功地逃生回家了，兄弟們都圍過來驚訝地問它：“那只獵狗很兇呀，你又帶了傷，是怎么甩掉它的呢？”

　　兔子說：“它是盡力而為，我是竭盡全力呀！它沒追上我，最多挨一頓罵，而我若不竭盡全力地跑，可就沒命了呀！”

　　泰勒牧師講完故事之后，又向全班鄭重其事地承諾：誰要是能背出《圣經(jīng)·馬太福音》中第五章到第七章的全部內(nèi)容，他就邀請誰去西雅圖的'“太空針”高塔餐廳參加免費聚餐會。

　　《圣經(jīng)·馬太福音》中第五章到第七章的全部內(nèi)容有幾萬字，而且不押韻，要背誦其全文無疑有相當大的難度。盡管參加免費聚餐會是許多學生夢寐以求的事情，但是幾乎所有的人都淺嘗則止，望而卻步了。

　　幾天后，班中一個11歲的男孩，胸有成竹地站在泰勒牧師的面前，從頭到尾地按要求背誦下來，竟然一字不漏，沒出一點差錯，而且到了最后，簡直成了聲情并茂的朗誦。

　　泰勒牧師比別人更清楚，就是在成年的信徒中，能背誦這些篇幅的人也是罕見的，何況是一個孩子。泰勒牧師在贊嘆男孩那驚人記憶力的同時，不禁好奇地問：“你為什么能背下這么長的文字呢？”

　　這個男孩不假思索地回答道：“我竭盡全力。”

　　16年后，這個男孩成了世界著名軟件公司的老板。他就是比爾·蓋茨。

　　泰勒牧師講的故事和比爾·蓋茨的成功背誦對人很有啟示：每個人都有極大的潛能。正如心理學家所指出的，一般人的潛能只開發(fā)了2－8左右，像愛因斯坦那樣偉大的大科學家，也只開發(fā)了12左右。一個人如果開發(fā)了50的潛能，就可以背誦400本教科書，可以學完十幾所大學的課程，還可以掌握二十來種不同國家的語言。這就是說，我們還有90的潛能還處于沉睡狀態(tài)。誰要想出類拔萃、創(chuàng)造奇跡，僅僅做到盡力而為還遠遠不夠，必須竭盡全力才行。

　　In a famous church in Seattle, there is a prestigious clergyman - Dale Taylor. One day, he told the following story to a class of students in the church school.

　　That winter, the hunter went hunting with a hunting dog. The hind legs of a rabbit hunter shot and injured rabbit tried to escape, the dogs were subsequently pursued. But after a while, the rabbit ran farther and farther. Dogs know it is not catch up, but bitterly hunters return to the side. Hunter said angrily: "you are really useless, even an injured rabbit have not catch!"

　　The hound defended, "I've done my best to do it!"

　　Besides, the rabbit came home successfully with gunshot wounds. The brothers came around and asked him in surprise. "The hunting dog is very fierce. How did you take it away?"

　　The rabbit said, "it is to do our best, I do my best!" It didn't catch me up to get a scolding, and if I don't try to run, but would have died!"

　　When the Reverend Taylor finished the story to the class, and solemnly promise: if who can recite the "Bible Matthew" in the fifth chapter to the seventh chapter of the entire contents, he was invited to Seattle who "space needle" restaurant tower will attend the free dinner.

　　There are tens of thousands of words in the fifth and seventh chapters of the gospel of the Bible. There is no doubt that it is difficult to recite the full text of the full text of the gospel. Although many students will attend the free dinner is the dream of things, but almost everyone to check, from.

　　A few days later, a 11 year old boy in front of the class, standing in the answers to the Reverend Taylor, from A to Z required to recite, even not a word, not a little mistake, but in the end, it became extremely rich recite.

　　Clergyman Taylor is more aware than others that among adult believers it is also rare to recite these pages, not to be a child. At the same time, while praising the boy's amazing memory, Taylor asked, "why do you have such a long word?"

　　The boy replied without thinking, "I do my best."

　　16 years later, the boy became the boss of the world's famous software company. He is Bill Gate.

　　The story of pastor Taylor and Bill Gate's successful recitation are very inspiring to people: everyone has great potential. As psychologists have pointed out, most people only develop the potential of about 2-8, a great scientist as great as Einstein, also developed only about 12. If a person has developed 50 potential, we can recite 400 textbooks, completion of more than 10 university courses, also can acquire 20 different national languages. That is to say, we have 90 of our potential still in a state of sleep. It is not enough for anyone who wants to be outstanding and miraculous. It is far from enough to do the best.

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　　Eternal Love

　　(A man facing death leaves this for his wife)

　　Your love is priceless,that is the best part of you that nothing could buy, or replace.

　　I recall that look in your eyes, when I stood there saying, dancing now or never,and I knew then you had a love that would last forever...all I had to do was find it, and tell you it would be ok.

　　It was, and is...and while I can never put into words what that meant to me, know that it was returned, with a little interest thrown in.

　　Maybe we could have done better, in areas of worldly things; but never consider for a moment that I have any regrets, or would do anything different where it comes to you.

　　Know too that I will miss you, as you miss me...and be waiting for you do join me; until then, eternal loved will never let us part, and when I see you again, try to have the same look in your eyes...but wipe that smirk off, please...I never did believe it, oh silly me.

　　永恒的愛

　　（一位男子在病危之際留給妻子的感言）

　　你給我的無價之愛，是你身上最美麗的部分，無可替代，無法衡量。

　　我猶記得，我站在那里說“一起來跳舞吧”時你的眼神。我知道，你對我的愛是永無止境的，而我要做的就是，發(fā)掘它，并且讓你安心于它的存在。

　　愛，過去存在，現(xiàn)在亦如是。即使我無法用語言形容它的意義所在，但我知道當它再次降臨時，我會用心去體會。

　　也許，我們能在柴米油鹽的世界里做得更好些。但我從未后悔過，從未后悔你的丘比特之箭射中了我。

　　我知道，我會想念你，就如你想念我一般。我會等著你，等著你的到來，和我在一起。那時，永恒的愛將不會讓我們分開。當我再次見到你時，我眼中會盈滿你當時的目光......

　　但是，請別再強作笑顏......我不會相信，哦，這就是笨笨的我。

　　1.priceless ['praislis] adj.無價的, 極貴重的

　　例句：

　　Her one priceless asset is her unflappability.

　　她有一點是非常難能可貴的，就是她遇事冷靜。

　　2.worldly a. 世間的`, 世俗的, 世上的

　　例句：

　　She had a mind for worldly honor.

　　她希望得到人世間的榮譽。

　　3.eternal adj. 永久的,永恒的

　　例句：

　　He is, as it were, an eternal boy.

　　他好像是個永遠年輕的小伙子。

　　4.smirk v. 假笑,得意地笑

　　例句：

　　Come on, professor, does not smirk at me like that.

　　拜托！老師，你不要那樣對著我假笑。

英語經(jīng)典美文12

　　The eyelids are like lovers who have not seen each other for a long time, struggling to touch each other and feel the existence of each other. I want to like in the boring time, a scene out of boredom.

　　In the mind, empty, the things that can be done, what you want to do, are separated by life. In this light flickering, the boundary of time and space disorderly, aimless floating, vague and empty language, at the moment became my reason.

　　In life is not always the case, the first second of enthusiasm, will be after a second sudden, hit a smash.

　　I do not know, or do not want to know.

　　I don't know from time to time. I began to hate wasting time. I always felt that what I learned in one day or did something meaningful is the reason I should live on this day and sleep at ease.

　　And wait, and when I'm ready, I should understand and understand. The stream is always a passive flow ahead, so the Jianghai lost; Suifengerqu leaves always followed the flying posture, so from the wind to dust.

　　It is not necessarily wrong to wait a second.

　　After all, even the ancient people cloud "the impermanence of the world". The plan is carried out, the accident is the general, the disturbance is commonly used, the adjustment is should, the realization is certain. I should have a common heart, even if I want to do something that is disturbed, it should be prepared again. There is always a substitute. If I am really interested, I want to do it.

　　Passive, be the fate of charge the cost of living, as long as enough to keep their own choices, before that, being charged, there is always a miserable one day.

　　When I think of a thing, I always give my best written narration to sad and bitter things, but happy and happy things are always written by single words, but there seems to be no suitable words to describe such a world. Do I have a masochistic physique... Of course, it's right to the people, the right thing.

　　At the time, slowly slipping away, meaning stuck with my tired eyes, also seems to fall at each other's eyes, as if did not have to fight a bit.

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　　Wuthering Heights 呼嘯山莊 (Excerpt 節(jié)選)

　　By Emily Bronte (艾米莉·勃朗特 著)

　　艾米莉·勃朗特(1818-1848)從小生活在英國約克郡的荒原上，荒原造就了她自由不羈的個性，同時也為她提供了一個想象的世界。她的杰作《呼嘯山莊》便以此為背景，講述吉普賽棄兒希刺克厲夫和凱瑟琳之間的愛情傳奇。全書自始至終貫穿著離奇、緊張、浪漫的氣氛和一種“有呼吸、有心跳的活生生的激情”。誠如一位評論家所說，“盡管這本書中有那么多極其痛苦的場面，卻令人不厭再讀，每讀一遍必有所獲。”

　　Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff’s dwelling. “Wuthering” being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. One may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones.

　　The window ledge, above the bed where I placed my candle, was covered with writing scratched on the paint. A name repeated in all kinds of characters, large and small – a Catherine Earnshaw, here and there varied to Catherine Heathcliff, and then again to Catherine Linton.

　　In vapid Listlessness I leant my head against the window, and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw – Heathcliff – Linton, till my eyes closed, but they had not rested five minutes when I was disturbed by the noise from the branch of a fir tree that touched my lattice, as the wind wailed by, and rattled its dry cones against the panes.

　　I resolved to silence it, if possible; I endeavoured to unhasp the casement, but the hook was soldered into the staple.

　　“I must stop it, nevertheless!” I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, “Let me in, let me in!”

　　“Who are you?” I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself.

　　“Catherine Linton,” it replied shiveringly, “I’m come home. I’ve lost my way on the moor!” As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child’s face looking through the window.

　　Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, “Let me in!” and maintained its tenacious grip, almost maddening me with fear.

　　“How can I?” I said at length. “Let me go, if you want me to let you in!”

　　The fingers relaxed, I snatched mine through the hole, and stopped my ears to exclude the lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an hour; yet, the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry moaning on!

　　“Begone!” I shouted, “I’ll never let you in, not if you beg for twenty years.”

　　“It is twenty years,” mourned the voice. “Twenty years. I’ve been a waif for twenty years!”

　　There at began a feeble scratching outside. I tried to jump up, but could not stir a limb; and so yelled aloud, in a frenzy of fright. Hasty footsteps approached my chamber door; somebody pushed it open, with a vigorous hand.

　　Heathcliff stood with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white as the walls around him.

　　呼嘯山莊是希刺克厲夫先生的住宅名稱。“呼嘯”是一個意味深長的形容詞，形容這地方在風暴的天氣里所受的氣壓波動。房屋那頭有幾棵矮小的`樅樹過度傾斜，由此就可以猜想到北風吹過的威力了。幸虧建筑師很有先見，把房子蓋得很結(jié)實：窄小的窗子深深地嵌在墻里，墻里有大塊的凸出的石頭防護著。

　　在床頭我放蠟燭的窗臺上，油漆面多處給字跡劃得亂七八糟。一個名字用各種字體寫著，有大有小——凱瑟琳·恩蕭，有的地方又改成凱瑟琳·希刺克厲夫，跟著又是凱瑟琳·林頓。

　　我無精打采地把頭靠在窗子上，接連地拼寫著凱瑟琳·恩蕭——希刺克厲夫——林頓，一直到我的眼睛合上為止，可是還沒有五分鐘，一棵樅樹的枝子觸到了窗格子上，驚醒了我。狂風正悲嘆而過，它的干果在玻璃窗面上碰得嘎嘎作響。

　　我決定把這聲音止住，如果可能的話。我試著去打開那窗子，但窗鉤給焊在鉤環(huán)里了。

　　“不管怎么樣，我非止住它不可!”我咕嚕著，用拳頭打穿了玻璃，伸出一個胳膊去抓那條樹枝。可我的手指頭沒抓到它，卻碰著了一只冰涼小手的手指!夢魘的恐怖壓倒了我：我極力把胳膊縮回來，可是那只手卻拉住它不放，一個異常憂郁的聲音抽泣著：“讓我進去，讓我進去!”

　　“你是誰?”我問，同時拼命想把手掙脫。

　　“凱瑟琳·林頓，”那聲音顫抖著回答。“我回家來啦，我在曠野上走迷路啦!”在她說話時，我模模糊糊地辨認出一張小孩的臉向窗里望。

　　恐怖使我狠了心，發(fā)現(xiàn)想甩掉那個人是沒有用的，就把她的手腕拉到那個破了的玻璃面上，來回地擦著，直到鮮血滴下來，沾濕了床單。可她還是哀哭著，“讓我進去!”而且還是緊緊抓住我，簡直要把我嚇瘋了。

　　“我怎么能夠呢?”我終于說。“如果你要我讓你進來，先放開我!”

　　手指松開了。我把自己的手從窗洞外抽回，捂住耳朵不聽那可憐的祈求聲。大概捂了有一刻鐘以上吧，等到我再聽時，那悲慘的呼聲還繼續(xù)哀叫著!

　　“走開!”我喊道，“就是你求我二十年，我也絕不讓你進來。”

　　“已經(jīng)二十年啦，”這聲音哭著說，“二十年啦。我已經(jīng)流浪了二十年啦。”

　　接著，外面開始了一個輕微的刮擦聲。我想跳起來，可是四肢動彈不得，于是在驚駭中大聲喊叫起來，一陣匆忙的腳步聲走近我的臥室門口。有人使勁推開了門。

　　希刺克厲夫站在那里，拿著一支蠟燭，燭油直滴到他的手指上，臉色蒼白得猶如他身后的墻。

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　　There are many apple trees in a garden. They’re good friends. One day an old tree is ill. There are many pests in the tree. Leaves of the tree turn yellow. The old tree feels very sad and unwell. Another tree sends for a doctor for him. At first, they send for a pigeon, but she has no idea about it. Then they send for an oriole, and she can’t treat the old tree well. Then they send for a woodpecker. She is a good doctor. She pecks a hole in the tree and eats lots of pests. At last the old tree becomes better and better. Leaves turn green and green. Today is Sunday! On Sundays, I usually play the flute.My father usually reads the newspaper. My motherusuallycleansthe house. Buttoday my mother is in bed. She is ill. My father has to do the housework. Now, he is cleaning the house. “Sam, can you help me?” “Yes, Dad!” Now, we’re washing the car. Where’s my sister, Amy? She is playing my flute. What a lucky girl! One day a dog with a piece of meat in his mouth was crossing a plank over a stream. As he walked along,helookedintowater,andhesawhis reflection. He thought this was another dog carrying a piece of meat. And he felt he would like to have two pieces. So he snapped at the reflection in the water, and of course, as he opened his mouth, the piece of meat disappeared quickly. Tony is seven years old. He is an honest and polite boy. One day, it was Sunday. Tony, his sister and his mother stayed at home. He was watching TV and his sister was reading books. His mother was washing clothes. Just then, his father came back with a bag of pears. Tony likes pears very much and he wanted to eat one. His mother gave him four and said, “Let’s sharethem.” “Whichpeardo youwant, Tony?” asked his mother. “The biggest one, mum.” “What?” said his mother, “You should be polite and want the smallest one.” “Should I tell a lie just to be polite, mum?”

　　Today is Susan’s birthday. She is nine years old. Her friends are in her home now. There is a birthday party in the evening. Look! Mary is listening to the music. And Tom is drinking orange juice. Jack and Sam are playing cards on the floor. Lily and Amy are watching TV. Someone is knocking at the door. It’s Henry. He brings a big teddy bear for Susan. The teddy bear is yellow. Susan is very happy. All the children are happy. They sing a birthday song for Susan. It was a cold winter day.A farmer found a snake on the ground. It was nearly dead by cold. The Farmer was a kind man. Hepicked up thesnake carefully and put it under born. They grow old. And they die. A star is born from dust and gas. Slowly the dust and gas make a ball. The ball gets very hot. Then it starts to give off light. The young star grows into a giant. Many years go by. The older star begins to get small again. At last its light goes out. The star’s life is over.

　　Radio and television are very popular in the world today. Millions of people watch TV. Perhaps more people listen to the radio. The TV is more useful than the radio. On TV we can see and hear what is happening in the world. However, radio isn’t lost. It is still with us. And listeners are becoming more.

　　That’sbecause a transistor radio isn’t lost. It is still with us. It is very easy to carry. You can put one in your pocket and listen to it on the bus or your bike when you go to work. It’stwoo’clockintheafternoon.Thesunis shinning and it’s very hot. Nancy has to meet her mother at the train station. Now she’s walking in the street. There are no trees and she’s fat. So she feels very hot. But she doesn’t find a boy walking just behind her. And she meets a friend and says “hello” to him. “Who’s the boy behind you？” asks the man . Now she sees the boy. She is angry and asks, “Why are you walking behind me, boy?” “There’snoshadeinthestreet, you know.” answers the boy. “It’s cool behind you, I think.”

　　My dad works from Monday to Friday in a bank. he uses the computer to count money. His job is very important in the bank. Dad is also busy at home. At weekends he cooks dinner. Usually he cooks Italian food. On Sundays he makesfive pieces of pizza. Sometimes hecooks chicken and makes Chinese food. My mum watches and helps him. I help my dad, too. I wash the dishes. Many people think it is strange for a man to cook. But my dad enjoys his hobby. Cooking relaxes him. He is a weekend cook. Jack is a good boy but he doesn’t like to use his head. He often says something withou thinking.It makes others unhappy. Mr. Black teaches math in a school. He’s old now and he likes children.On the Friday Mr. Black doesn’t go to work, because he’s ill in a hospital. And Jack’s mother will see him after dinner. “I want to be there with you.” says Jack. “You’re a rude boy. I can’t take you there.’ says his mother. “Don’t worry, mum. I won’t do that again. Please believe me. ” says Jack. In the hospital, Jack says nothing at first. When they’re leaving , he says to Mr. Black, “You look fine. The doctor says you’re going to die, but I don’t think so. ”

　　There are about fifty-two weeks in a year. And there are seven days in each week. The first day of a week is Sunday. The other days of a week between SundayandSaturdayare Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday and Friday. Monday is the second day, Tuesday is the third day, Wednesday is the fourth day, Thursday is the fifth day, and Friday is the sixth day. What’s the last day? Do you know? I have a friend in the U.S. His name is Don Adams. I know him very well, but I have never met him. We write to each other all the time. My letters are very short. It is still hard for me to write in English. I received a letter from Don yesterday. It makes me very happy. He is coming to my country for a visit next summer. We are going to see each other for the first time. My family lives on this street. In the morning, my father goes to work and all the children go to school. My mother takes us to school everyday. She does the housework. She always has her lunch at home, and sees her friends in the afternoon. In the evening all the children come home from school. They always get home early. My father goes home from work and he is often late. After supper my two brothers and I do our homework. We go to bed at ten. What do know about the sea? Some people have seen it but others haven’t. The sea looks beautiful on a fine sunny day and it can be very tough when there is a strong wind. What other things do you know about it? Of course, the sea is very large. In the world there is more sea than land. If you have swum in the sea, you know that the sea is salty. Rivers carry salt from the land into the sea. Some places of the sea are saltier than the other places. Do you know the Dead Sea? It is so salty that you can’t sink when you are in the water! And fish cannot live in it! Li Hua is a Yong Pioneer. He is going to the park. Now he is waiting for a bus. Suddenly he finds a watchon theground.He askssome people, “Whose watch is it?” But the watch isn’t theirs. So he gives the watch to a policeman. Now Li Hua gets on the bus. He is sitting near the window. An old woman gets on the bus. She has no seat. So he stands up and says, “Here is a seat for you, Granny. Please sit here”

　　There are all kinds of horses in the world. But one of them you can’t ride. It doesn’t live on land, but in the sea. It looks like the head of horse. So the people call it sea horse. In fact, the sea horse is a small fish. It likes to live in warm water. A sea horse stands up in the water when it swims. Father horse carries the eggs to keep them safe in its pouch. Whenthe eggsare hatched, the baby horses swim away. There are three trees near the house. There is a big tree, and two small trees.

　　In the big tree there is a bird. Can the bird sing? Yes, it can. What’s under the big tree? It’s a cat. “I want some food,” thinks the cat. “Bird, my good friend, Come here! It’s time to play games” says the cat.

　　“No today, thank you!” says the bird, “You can’t catch me! Goodbye!” Look! The bird is flying! A flying fox is not a fox at all. It is a bat. But this bat looks like a fox. A flying fox is very big. It likes to eat fruit. Sometimes the flying fox is called fruit bat. The flying fox flies into fruit trees. Then the bat eats all the fruit. So fruit farmers do not like the flying fox. Birds don’t fly high up in the sky. The air is too thin.

　　It is hard for birds to breathe in thin air. Thin air doesn’t hold them up.

　　Birds fly near the ground so that they can see where they are. The birds look for places they know. Then they do not get lost. Some birds fly so low over the ocean that the waves often hide them. Many birds fly a long distance in the spring and autumn. Air is all around us. It is around us as we walk and play. From the time we were born air is around us on every side. When we sit down, it is around us. When we go to bed, air is also around us. We live in air. We can live without food or water for a few days, but we cannot live for more than a few minutes without air. We take in air. When we are working or running we need more air. When we are asleep, we need less air. We live in air, but we cannot see it. We can only feel it when it is moving. Moving air is called wind. How can we make air move? Here is one way. Hold an open book in front of your face, close it quickly. What can you feel? What you feel is air. There are many clocks in the Brown’s house. They are in different rooms.A big clock stands in a corner of the sitting room. It is a very, very old clock, but it still keeps good time. Mr. Brown winds it once a week. Swimming is a good sport. It’s popular. People like swimming because the water makes people feel cool. But if they swim in a wrong place, it is very dangerous. These years, some people died when they were enjoying themselves in water and most of them were students. Summer holiday will be there again. I want to give you some advice. First, don’t get into the water when you are alone. Second, don’t get into the water if there is a No swimming sign. Third, you should be careful in the water. If you remember these, swimming will be safe and it’s good for your health.

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　　The first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs on the living, on the graves of the dead! All white save the river, that marked its course be a winding black line across the landscape; and the leafless tress, that against the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacies of their branches. What silence, too, came with the snow, and what seclusion! Every sound was muffled, every noise changed to something soft and musical. No more tramping hoofs, no more rattling wheels! Only the chiming of sleigh-bell, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of children. (118 words) From Kavanagh By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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