英语课外阅读文章
英语阅读，是英语学习和英语教学中的一个重要环节，它是我们获取知识、外界信息，与外界交流的主要途径之一。我整理了课外英语短文带翻译，欢迎阅读!
On Saturday, the weather is sunny, cloudless sky, a group of birds chattering in the trees, as if to we hear singing hit song. At this moment, I saw a little sparrows on our car.
Father rushed the sparrow away, but the little sparrow or motionless parked in the car. Jumped up and down in a moment, my father caught the little sparrows, at this time, I carefully looked at the little sparrow, its feathers have not full long, also not too will fly, only walking up and down on the car. I said to my father: "dad, you don't catch! We should protect animals, not hurt them, this is wrong." Say that finish, I heard the tree sparrow kept calling, as if to say: "put a small sparrow, put it!" So my father gently sparrow on the branches, let the little sparrow in the nature of life freely. The sparrows on the tree one see we put the little sparrow, chattering again, as if to say to me: "you are such a good child to protect animals."
If no animal nature, all things, there is no life, if there is no grass plants, herbivorous animals can't live forever. Start from today, to protect the animals, love life, do a little guardians of nature.
全世界有794多种野生动物，其中有76科300余种濒临灭绝，还有很多已经灭绝了。人们为了钱财，不断杀害它们，导致野生动物大量灭绝。直到“非典”事件发生，人们才觉悟起来……
野生动物对我们帮助很大，例如燕子，燕子能帮我们吧田里的害虫吃掉。如果没有了它们，我们的周围就会有很多害虫，这些害虫对我们人类有很大的害处呀!
有些人认为，野生动物理应被杀掉，因为有些野生动物很危险。但我想对那些人说：没错，有些野生动物的确很危险，但它们一般多在远离人类的地方，所以我们不用害怕。而且有些野生动物也很可爱，例如大熊猫就很可爱，还有软软的绒毛。
“没有买卖，就没有杀害”这则公益广告说得真好，是的，只要人们不再去销售野生动物，就不会有人去买，更不会有被残害的野生动物了。
同学们，虽然我们现在的力量还很薄弱，但千万不要小看这力量。从现在开始，去保护野生动物吧，让世界充满和平!
The world has more than 794 kinds of wild animals, there are 76 families, 300 species endangered, there are many extinct. People for the sake of money, keep killing them, leading to a mass extinction of wild animals. Until the SARS incident, people wake...
Wild animals are of great help to us, for example, the swallow, swallow can help us to eat the pests in the field. Around if without them, we will have a lot of insects, these pests have great harm to us!
Some people think that wild animals should be killed, because some wild animals are dangerous. But I want to say to those people: yes, some wild animals is dangerous, but they are generally more away from the humans, so we don't have to fear. And some wild animals is very lovely, such as the giant panda is very cute, and soft hairs.
"No trading, no killing" the advertisement said well, yes, as long as people no longer to sell wild animals, no one will go to buy, there will be no more wild animals mutilated.
The classmates, although our strength is still very weak now, but don't look down on this power. From now on, to protect wild animals, let the world is full of peace!
在地球上，除了人类，还有什么呢?没错，还有动物。可几年下来，动物的数量逐渐下降。人类有没有把动物当朋友看呢?
动物和人类应该是好朋友，可为什么动物会和人类为敌呢?是因为人类没有把动物发在眼里。比如奶牛。人类用奶牛生产奶牛，可等奶牛没有奶的时候，人类就会把奶牛残忍地杀死。奶牛没奶时，不会将它放生吗?奶牛也是一条活生生的生命啊!近几年的“鼠疫、艾滋病、疯牛病、禽流感”，这些都是动物们奋起反击的预兆呀!难道人类还要打第三次世界大战吗?我们的祖先就是高级动物呀!如果人类再不制止这种滥杀动物的行为，是对我们的地区母亲沉重的打击呀!
我们现在不要再破坏动物的家园，这样动物们就可以安心繁殖后代。朋友们，还动物们一片蔚蓝的天空，让小鸟自由地飞翔;给动物一片绿草地，让牛羊欢快地奔跑;还动物一片汪洋，让动物无忧无虑地畅游海洋之中。也许，这样可以安抚动物们受伤的心灵。动物原本不坏，只是人类破坏它们的家园，这些只是它们对人类的“报复”而已。
朋友们，让我们一起保护动物吧!
Happiness is need to feel.
People felt the suantiankula in daily life, however, people often feel happy.
Students complain of too much homework, farmers complain of farm work too tired, worker complains the salary is too little, the unemployed complain without a job... So, people's face is full of complicated. Seldom found that happiness is beside him.
Whenever the confused friend of a greeting, when farmers harvest to the golden rice, hard whenever a hard day's parents see a hot cup of milk on the table, when the lonely old man received a letter from children far away... This is our happiness. Happiness always imperceptibly quietly come to your side.
In fact, happiness is a give and a kind of pay, a kind of dedication.
Happiness for us to listen, to see, to think about it. People, always remind of childhood when white-haired mother the warm eyes and tears.
Happiness is a kind of halcyon, a kind of indifferent, and often is hazy and feel with your heart, it is not gorgeous neon lights, disco is not strong, but the sky the gentle sunshine, cordial and warm caress with us.
In the usual study and life, I hope that we can learn to slowly feel happiness.
幸福是需要感受的。
人们在日常生活中感受到了酸甜苦辣，但是，人们却经常感受不到幸福。
学生抱怨作业太多，农民抱怨农活太累，工人抱怨工资太少，失业者抱怨没有工作……所以，人们的脸上布满愁云。却很少发现幸福就在身旁。
每当到困惑时朋友的一声问候，每当辛勤的农民收割到金灿灿的稻谷，每当辛苦了一天的父母看到桌子上一杯热腾腾的牛奶，每当孤独的老人收到远方儿女的来信……这就是我们的幸福。幸福总是不知不觉中悄悄来到你的身边。
其实，幸福是一种给予，一种付出，一种奉献。
幸福需要我们去听，去看，去想。人，总是在白发苍苍时才想起儿时母亲那温暖的目光而热泪盈眶。
幸福更是一种宁静，一种淡泊，又常常是朦胧而令人用心感悟的，它并不是华丽的霓虹灯，不是强劲的迪斯科，而是天际柔和的阳光，亲切而温暖地抚爱着我们。
在平时的学习、生活中，但愿我们能学会慢慢感受幸福。
阅读作为四项基本技能之一，对高中生英语语言综合能力的培养起到举足轻重的作用，因此高中英语阅读教学在英语语言学习中扮演着重要角色。我精心收集了关于课外阅读英语短文，供大家欣赏学习!
Flexible I has a round face, a pair of bright eyes, long black hair, small mouth, long eyelashes. Height is not high not short, it is of medium height.
I am an optimistic child, bad mood, through their own adjustment, will be a lot better, a good mood will always come to me, even if parents criticized me, I am also very optimistic. I would think seriously about, if they do wrong, is it because I'm performance decline, so parents criticize me. So I must be serious about every exam. Done anything wrong, or the teacher criticism, her family said that I have what place is bad, want to correct them. I will accept the opinion, to do better. Want to know the comfort yourself, optimistic to face everything.
Sometimes, I got good grades, the test will be happy to say to the parents. Sometimes, performance, test paper more wrong topic, I will be happy to face, take an examination of only a little bit better next time. On one occasion, just take an examination of three units, the teacher commented in some easy topic, the teacher will say: "who was at fault, stood up." I stood up, and the other students at that time, I think all people's eyes were focused on me. Although I am very optimistic, but there will always be unhappy. I have been standing there, with his head down, not up. The in the mind very nervous, afraid of the teacher will criticize me. Standing for a moment, the teacher told us to sit down, so I can not lift spirit to the whole class, the mood is terrible. Can be a good mood soon came to my side, when the bell rang, it's time to do some eye exercises, exercises when I thought: I was wrong, is I do wrong, in fact, if I were more careful, don't wrong, I must correct mistakes next time, show the teacher. Thinking about thinking, feeling a lot better, my class and students play happily again.
I like make friends with others, I also made friends easily. If the others or because I have a little things do not become friends, destroyed the friend's friendship, don't make friends. Not until one day, we made up for some things again. Make friends as long as the trust each other, that this friendship will be lasting.
I this person is optimistic, not criticized by the teacher a word, is not happy all day. I even if not happy also is at most a lesson. Optimistic people will always be happy.
我有一张圆脸蛋，一双灵活透亮的眼睛，又长又黑的头发，小小的嘴巴，长长的眼睫毛。身高不高不矮，这也算是中等身高吧。
我是一个乐观的孩子，本来糟透的心情，经过自己的调整，就会好很多了，好的心情总会来到我身边的，就算家长批评了我，我也很乐观。我会认真思考，自己是否做错，是不是因为我成绩下降了，所以家长批评我。那么我一定要认真地对待每一次考试。做了错事，被家人或老师批评，说我有什么地方不好，要改正。我都会接受意见，做得更好。要懂得自己安慰自己，乐观地去面对每一件事。
有时，我考试考了好成绩，就会开心地把成绩说给家长听。有时，成绩下降，试卷错题多了，我也会开心地去面对，下次考好一点就行了。有一次，刚考完地三单元，老师在评讲一些比较容易的题目的时候，老师就会说：“谁错了，就站起来。”我和其他同学站了起来，那时我觉得全部人的眼光都集中在我身上。虽然说我很乐观，但人总会有不开心的时候。我一直站在那里，低着头，不敢抬起来。心里很紧张，生怕老师会批评我。站了一会儿，老师叫我们坐下，于是，我整节课都提不起精神来，心情糟透了。可好的心情很快又来到我的身边，下课铃声响了，该做眼保健操了，做操的时候我想：是我不对，是我做错了，其实我要是细心一点的话，就不会错了，下次我一定改正错误，证明给老师看。想着想着，觉得心情好了很多，下课我又和同学开心地玩起来了。
我很喜欢和别人做朋友，我也很容易交到朋友。如果别人或我因为一点儿小事就做不成朋友，破坏了朋友的友谊，就不做朋友了。可不到一天，我们又因为一些事而和好了。做朋友只要互相相信对方，那这个友谊就会持久地保持。
我这个人就很乐观，不会老师批评了一句话，就不开心一整天。我就算不开心也最多是一节课而已。乐观的人总会是很快乐的。
Modern folk custom on the Spring Festival also known as the Chinese New Year's day. In fact, the origin of the year and the Spring Festival is not the same.
Exactly how to "year"? There are two main types of folk parlance: a said that in ancient times, there is a fierce monster called "year", every month, 30, was from village, foraging human flesh, destroyed creatures. There's a lunar month of 30 in the evening, "year" in a village, bull whip comes at a time when two boy in the game. "Year" and the smell of air ring snapped BianSheng, frighten the run. It went to another village and took a look at the door with a big red clothes, it didn't know it was, frighten hurriedly turned away. Later it came to a village, the one person in the house of a look, see bright lights inside, a little dizzy, it had to slip, with tail again. People thus decision-makingprocesses the "year" is afraid, afraid of red, be afraid of the light of the weakness, then think of many methods against it, then gradually evolved into today's Chinese New Year customs.
Another argument is that the evidences in ancient China, put the "year" wo department, in order to show good crop weather, good harvest. As GuHe is generally a cooked in a year. The "year" has been extended to the old name.
Although Chinese ancient folk already have the Chinese New Year customs, but was not called the Spring Festival. When the Spring Festival, refers to the 24 solar terms of "spring".
Spring is the Spring Festival "refers to the whole of the northern and southern dynasties. It is said that the lunar New Year officially named as the Spring Festival, it is after the xinhai revolution. Because at that time to switch to the Gregorian calendar, in order to distinguish between agriculture, Yang two, so I had to the name of first lunar month to "Spring Festival".
现代民间习惯上把过春节又叫做过年。其实，年和春节的起源是很不相同的。
那么"年"究竟是怎么样来的呢?民间主要有两种说法：一种说的是，古时候，有一种叫做"年"的凶猛怪兽，每到腊月三十，便窜村挨户，觅食人肉，残害生灵。有一个腊月三十晚上，"年"到了一个村庄，适逢两个牧童在比赛牛鞭子。"年"忽闻半空中响起了啪啪的鞭声，吓得望风而逃。它窜到另一个村庄，又迎头望到了一家门口晒着件大红衣裳，它不知其为何物，吓得赶紧掉头逃跑。后来它又来到了一个村庄，朝一户人家门里一瞧，只见里面灯火辉煌，刺得它头昏眼花，只好又夹着尾巴溜了。人们由此摸准了"年"有怕响，怕红，怕光的弱点，便想到许多抵御它的方法，于是逐渐演化成今天过年的风俗。
另一种说法是，我国古代的字书把"年"字放禾部，以示风调雨顺，五谷丰登。由于谷禾一般都是一年一熟。所"年"便被引申为岁名了。
我国古代民间虽然早已有过年的风俗，但那时并不叫做春节。因为那时所说的春节，指的是二十四节气中的"立春"。
南北朝则把春节泛指为整个春季。据说，把农历新年正式定名为春节，是辛亥革命后的事。由于那时要改用阳历，为了区分农、阳两节，所以只好将农历正月初一改名为"春节"。
With time goes by, it becomes a bit hard for me to remember everything about myself at the first day of my college life. However, there was one thing for sure that I did feel quite excited and curious about my university. There is no doubt that students like me have struggled for a long time so that can be permitted to enter the university.
随着时间的流逝，记得在我的第一天大学生活对我来说变得有点困难了。然而，有一点是肯定的，我对大学真的感到很兴奋很好奇。毫无疑问，很多像我这样努力了很长时间才可以进入大学的学生。
Bringing with expectation, I got into Zhejiang Gongshang University. Generally speaking, it's an interesting and fantastic place for us to study and live in. Every day a series of outgoing people get into my eyesight. Curious and out of politeness, I'd talk to them heart to heart. Here I make friends with my new classmates from everywhere around China. What's more, time and weather permitting, I will enjoy jogging or playing basketball with my classmates on the playground, tired but happy. When staying in dormitory, I choose to read news online and sometimes watch a film for relaxing. However, a good student can never leave his study behind. When it comes to study, hard problems never upset me, instead they arouse me. Rather than ignoring it, I'd think carefully for a while and ask my classmates for help.
带着期待，我进入了浙江工商大学。总的来说，这是一个有趣的，奇妙的学习和生活的地方。每天看着一群群外向的人。带着好奇并且处于礼貌，我想跟他们谈谈心。在这里我和来自中国各地的新同学交朋友。更重要的是，如果时间和天气允许的话，我会慢跑或与我的同学在操场上打篮球，虽然累但很高兴。呆在宿舍的时候，我会在线看新闻，有时也会看电影来放松。然而，一个好的学生永远不会落下他的课业。说到学习，困难不会让我难过，反而会激励我。不是忽略它，而是会认真地思考并向同学求助。
To be honest, there are some things I don’t deal with properly. For instance, once I spent nearly a whole day playing computer games. Personally, we university students are already adults and it's our obligation to develop ourselves in college by learning new professional skills. Not until we take a right attitude towards our study and life can we win a rich and colorful experience in college.
老实说，有些事我处理得不够妥善。例如，有一次我花了将近一整天的时间来玩电脑游戏。就我个人而言，我们大学生已是成年人了，通过学习新的专业知识来发展自己是我们的义务。直到我们以正确的态度对待我们的学习和生活，我们才能在大学拥有丰富多彩的经历。
China is a country with a strong, her beautiful and fertile. In golden October we ushered in the National Day, is also the motherland 60 birthday. Each and every one of us Chinese people excited, all have thousands of words to and mother, but I don't know where to start. Thus began with our own characteristic way to express his love for the motherland.
Overnight, it completely changed. Every shop front side with a red flag with five stars. Here became red world, flags of the world. Each flag waving, it planted sow the seeds of hope, with endless hope. Each a red flag with Chinese people's love for the motherland!
I also unwilling to lag behind, to go to vendor immediately bought two five-star red flag, I carefully looked at the bright five-star red flag, looking at it that the color of the blood is thought that this is the blood predecessors. The past 60 years, we the Chinese nation, with an unyielding, tenacious struggle, finally has obtained great achievements. It contains many hardships, how hard! At the same time I also be predecessors self-sacrifice spirit, they inspire me and make me become more strong! I thank them.
I sincerely hope that the great motherland is more and more prosperous, more and more prosperous, more and more powerful! I also was determined, after be brought up to serve the motherland!
中国是一个强盛的国家，她美丽而富饶。在金秋十月我们迎来了国庆节，也是祖国母亲的60华诞。我们每一个中国人都激动不已，尽有千言万语要和母亲诉说，无奈不知从何说起。于是就开始用我们自己特有的方式来表达自己对祖国的爱。
一夜之间，这里完全变了样。每家商店门前都插着一面五星红旗。这里变成了红色的世界、国旗的世界。每一面国旗挥动着，它播种了撒下了希望的种子，撒了无尽的希望。每一面红旗都流露着炎黄子孙对祖国的爱!
我也不甘落后，立刻去商贩那里买来两面五星红旗，我仔细端详着着鲜艳的五星红旗，看着它那血红血红的颜色就想到这是先辈们的血染成的。这60年来，我们中华民族自强不息，顽强拼搏，终于取得了伟大的成就。这包含着多少艰辛，多少努力!同时我也被先辈们舍己为人的精神所感动，他们激励着我，使我变得更加坚强!我感谢他们。
我真诚的希望伟大的祖国越来越富强，越来越繁荣昌盛，越来越强大!我也下定决心，长大后要为祖国效力!
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GoodExcuse 好借口There was a middle-aged man who bought a Mercedesconvertible 2000.有个中年男子买了一辆奔驰2000敞篷车。He took off down the road, flooring it up to 80 mph and enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left on his head.他开车上路，加速到时速80英里，享受着风儿吹过头上那头超短发的快感。“This is great,” he thought and floored it some more.“好舒服。”他边想边继续加速。He looked in his rearview mirror and sees a State Patrol behind him.这时，他从后照镜看到后面有个公路警察。“I can get away from him with no problem,” thought the man and flew down the road at over 100 mph.“要把他甩掉还不容易。这个人边想边加速”到100多英里急驰而去。Then he thought, “What am I doing? I’m too old for this kind of thing,” and pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the police officer.接着他又想说：“我到底在干吗？这把年纪实在不适合做这种事。于是把车停到路边等警”察来。The officer pulled in behind the Mercedes and walked up to the man.警察把车停在这辆奔驰后面，走到这个人旁边。“
提升英语阅读能力是我们学习初中英语的重中之重，下面我为大家带来，欢迎大家阅读! 篇一： Pumas are large, cat-like animals which are found in America. When reports came into London Zoo that a wild puma had been spotted forty-five miles south of London, they were not taken seriously. However, as the evidence began to accumulate, experts from the Zoo felt obliged to investigate, for the descriptions given by people who claimed to have seen the puma were extraordinarily similar. The hunt for the puma began in a *** all village where a woman picking blackberries saw 'a large cat' only five yards away from her. It immediately ran away when she saw it, and experts confirmed that a puma will not attack a human being unless it is corneredadj.被困得走投无路的. The search proved difficult, for the puma was often observed at one place in the morning and at another place twenty miles away in the evening. Wherever it went, it left behind it a trail of dead deer and *** all animals like rabbits. Paw prints were seen in a number of places and puma fur was found clinging to bushes. Several people plained of 'cat-like noises' at night and a busines *** an on a fishing trip saw the puma up a tree. The experts were now fully convinced that the animal was a puma, but where had it e from ? As no pumas had been reported missing from any zoo in the country, this one must have been in the possession of a private collector and somehow managed to escape. The hunt went on for several weeks, but the puma was not caught. It is disturbing to think that a dangerous wild animal is still at large in the quiet countryside. 美洲狮是一种体形似猫的大动物，产于美洲。当伦敦动物园接到报告说，在伦敦以南45英里处发现一只美洲狮时，这些报告并没有受到重视。可是，随着证据越来越多，动物园的专家们感到有必要进行一番调查，因为凡是声称见到过美洲狮的人们所描述的情况竟是出奇地相似。 搜寻美洲狮的工作是从一座小村庄开始的。那里的一位妇女在采摘黑莓时的看见"一只大猫"，离她仅5码远，她刚看见它，它就立刻逃走了。专家证实，美洲狮非被逼得走投无路，是决不会伤人的。事实上搜寻工作很困难，因为常常是早晨在甲地发现那只美洲狮，晚上却在20英里外的乙地发现它的踪迹。无论它走哪儿，一路上总会留下一串死鹿及死兔子之类的小动物，在许多地方看见爪印，灌木丛中发现了粘在上面的美洲狮毛。有人抱怨说夜里听见"像猫一样的叫声";一位商人去钓鱼，看见那只美洲狮在树上。专家们如今已经完全肯定那只动物就是美洲狮，但它是从哪儿来的呢?由于全国动物园没有一家报告丢了美洲狮，因此那只美洲狮一定是某位私人收藏豢养的，不知怎么设法逃出来了。搜寻工作进行了好几个星期，但始终未能逮住那只美洲狮。想到在宁静的乡村里有一头危险的野兽继续逍遥流窜，真令人担心。 篇二： Our vicar is always raising money for one cause or another, but he has never managed to get enough money to have the church clock repaired. The big clock which used to strike the hours day and night was damaged many years ago and has been silent ever since. ' One night, however, our vicar woke up with a start: the clock was striking the hours! Looking at his watch, he saw that it was one o'clock, but the bell struck thirteen times before it stopped. Armed with a torch, the vicar went up into the clock tower to see what was going on. In the torchlight, he caught sight of a figure whom he immediately recognized as Bill Wilkins, our local grocer. 'Whatever are you doing up here Bill ?' asked the vicar in surprise. ' I'm trying to repair the bell,' answered Bill.' I've been ing up here night after night for weeks now. You see, I was hoping to give you a surprise.' 'You certainly did give me a surprise!' said the vicar. 'You've probably woken up everyone in the village as well. Still, I'm glad the bell is working again.' 'That's the trouble, vicar,' answered Bill. 'It's working all right, but I'm afraid that at one o'clock it will strike thirteen times and there's nothing I can do about it.' 'We'll get used to that Bill,' said the vicar. 'Thirteen is not as good as one but it's better than nothing. Now let's go downstairs and have a cup of tea.' 我们教区的牧师总是为各种各样的事筹集资金。但始终未能筹足资金把教堂的钟修好。教堂的钟很大，以前不分昼夜打点报时，但很多年前遭到毁坏，从此便无声无息了。 一天夜里，我们的牧师突然被惊醒了，大钟又在"打点"报时了!他一看表，才1点钟，可是那钟一边敲了13下才停。牧师拿着一支电筒走上钟楼想去看看究竟发生了什么事情。藉著电筒光。他看见一个人，马上认出那是本地杂货店主经比尔.威尔金斯。 "你究竟在这上面干什么，比尔?"牧师惊讶地问。 "我想把这口钟修好，"比尔回答说。"好几个星期了，我天天夜里到钟楼上来。嗯，我是想让你大吃一惊。" "你确实使我大吃了一惊!"牧师说，"也许同时你把村里所有的人都吵醒了。不过，钟又能报时了，我还是很高兴的。" "问题就在这里，牧师，"比尔回答说。"不错，钟能报时了，但是，恐怕每到1点钟，它总要敲13下，对此我已无能为力了。" "大家慢慢就习惯了，比尔，"牧师说。"13下是不如1下好，但总比1下也不敲强。来，咱们下楼去喝杯茶吧。" 篇三： Some time ago，an interesting discovery was made by archaeologists on the Aegeanadj.爱琴海的; of American team explored a temple which stands in an ancient city on the promontory海角 of Ayia city at one time must have been prosperous繁荣的，for it enjoyed a high level of three storeys楼层 high--were built of had large rooms with beautifully decorated city was even equipped with a drainage system，for a great many clay pipes were found beneath the narrow streets. The temple which the archaeologists explored was used as a place of worship礼拜 from the fifteenth century . until Roman times. In the most sacred room of the temple, clay fragments碎片 of fifteen statues were found. Each of these represented a goddess and had, at one time, been painted. The body of one statue was found among remains dating from the fifteenth century . Its missing head happened to be among remains of the fifth century . This head must have been found in Classical times and carefully preserved. It was very old and precious even then即使在那时. When the archaeologists reconstructed the fragments, they were amazed to find that the goddess turned out to be a very modern-looking woman. She stood three feet high and her hands rested on her hip. She was wearing a full-length skirt which swept the ground. Despite her great age, she was very graceful indeed, but, so far, the archaeologists have been unable to discover her identity. 不久之前，在爱琴海的基亚岛上，考古工作者有一项有趣的发现。一个美国考古队在阿伊亚.依里尼海角的一座古城里考察了一座庙宇。这座古城肯定一度很繁荣，因为它曾享有高度的文明，房子一般有3层楼高，用石块修建。里面房间很大，墙壁装饰华丽。城里甚至还敷设了排水系统，因为在狭窄的街道底下发现了许许多多陶土制作的排水管道。 考古工作者考察的这座庙宇从公元前15世纪直到罗马时代一直是祭祀祈祷的场所。在庙中最神圣的一间殿堂里发现了15尊陶雕像的碎片。每一尊雕像代表一位女神，而且一度上过色。其中有一尊雕像，她的躯体是在公元前15世纪的历史文物中发现的，而她那身异处的脑袋却碰巧是在公元前5世纪的文物中找到的。她的脑袋一定是在古希腊罗马时代就为人所发现，并受到精心的保护。却使在当时，它也属历史悠久的珍奇之物。考古工作者把这些碎片重新拼装起来后，惊奇地发现那位女神原来是一位相貌十分摩登的女郎。她身高3英尺，双手叉腰。身穿一条拖地长裙，尽管上了年纪，但体态确实优美。不过，考古工作者至今未能确定这位女神的身份。
The stork and the fox did not get along very well. The fox invited the stork over to his house first. The stork was looking forward to having a feast at fox's house. The fox served a large bowl of soup to the stork. "Please have as much as you want, Mr. Stork.” "Mr. Fox, Thank you very much.”
The stork put his beak into the bowl, but he was not able to eat it. The stork tried very hard to eat the soup. On the other hand, the fox was slurping up the soup deliciously.
The stork realized that the fox had tricked him. Without even having a taste, stork left for his home.
A few days later the stork said to the fox. "Thank you for having invited me. Why don't you come over to my house for dinner? I prepared a delicious beef soup." The fox couldn't wait to go. He was looking forward to it.
Several days later, fox visited the stork's house. The stork served the delicious beef soup in a long bottle. But, the fox's mouth was too small, he could not reach the delicious soup. Drooling, the fox was only able to observe the stork savoring the delicious soup.
The wind and the sun decided to have a bet. The wind knew that the sun had no strength and believed that he could win. "I'm the best in the world.” "Mr. Wind, why don't you and I find out who is the stronger one." The Wind and The Sun
Just then a traveler was walking by. "Why don't we find out who could first take off that man's jacket.” The sun confidently suggested. "Fine."
The wind confidently, with all his strength began to blow. Just then the clear blue sky and the sun was no where to be seen and only the wind began to blow. The traveler tucked his jacket in closer and said, "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?” The stronger the wind blew, the traveler pulled his jacket closer and closer to him.
"Whew, I'm so cold where has the sun gone to? If this keeps up, I'm going to fly off.” The traveler stopped and tucked in his jacket even more.
The sun arrived with a big smile on his face. "Now it is my turn." The sun beamed his warm sunlight. The exhausted wind stepped back.
The traveler wiped his sweat and said, "Just a little while ago, the wind was blowing strongly how is it all of a sudden, the sun is shining down." The traveler took off his jacket and threw it down.
The sun gave a big smile and said, "Wind, there are something in his world that can't be done by strength alone." The boastful wind was so embarrassed that he ran off.
It was a scorching hot summer day. One crow was very thirsty. "I'm so thirsty." The thirsty crow roamed around looking for water. After flying for a long time, the crow found a water bottle in one of the farmer's yard. The crow was so happy that he was able to have a drink.
The crow put his beak into the bottle. However, because the bottle was so long, he was not able to reach the water. The crow was exhausted.
'Should I go some other place for a drink?' He thought. However, because his wings were damage, he was not able to move. "What shall I do?”
The crow flew round and round the farmer's yard, and thought. "Sure, that's what I will do." The crow had an idea.
With all his strength, the crow started picking up stones. "One, two." He did this several times until the bottle was filled with stones. Then the crow drank a lot of water. Finally, the crow had enough strength to fly again.
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篇一：读书之乐
Reading is a pleasure of the mind, which means that it is a little like a sport: your eagerness and knowledge and quickness make you a good reader. Reading is fun, not because the writer is telling you something, but because it makes your mind work. Your own imagination works along with the author's or even goes beyond his. Your experience, compared with his, brings you to the same or different conclusions, and your ideas develop as you understand his.
Every book stands by itself, like a one-family house, but books in a library are like houses in a city. Although they are separate, together they all add up to something; they are connected with each other and with other cities. The same ideas, or related ones, turn up in different places; the human problems that repeat themselves in life repeat themselves in literature, but with different solutions according to different writings at different times.
Reading can only be fun if you expect it to be. If you concentrate on books somebody tells you "ought" to read, you probably won't have fun. But if you put down a book you don't like and try another till you find one that means something to you, and then relax with it, you will almost certainly have a good time--and if you become as a result of reading, better, wiser, kinder, or more gentle, you won't have suffered during the process.
读书是愉悦心智之事。在这一点上它与运动颇为相似:一个优秀的读者必须要有热情、有知识、有速度。读书之乐并非在于作者要告诉你什么，而在于它促使你思考。你跟随作者一起想像，有时你的想象甚至会超越作者的。把自己的体验与作者的相互比较，你会得出相同或者不同的结论。在理解作者想法的同时，也形成了自己的观点。
每一本书都自成体系，就像一家一户的住宅，而图书馆里的藏书好比城市里千家万户的居所。尽管它们都相互独立，但只有相互结合才有意义。家家户户彼此相连，城市与城市彼此相依。相同或相似的思想在不同地方涌现。人类生活中反复的问题也在文学中不断重现，但因时代与作品的`差异，答案也各不相同。
如果你希望的话，读书也能充满乐趣。倘若你只读那些别人告诉你该读之书，那么你不太可能有乐趣可言。但如果你放下你不喜欢的书，试着阅读另外一本，直到你找到自己中意的，然后轻轻松松的读下去，差不多一定会乐在其中。而且，当你通过阅读变得更加优秀，更加善良，更加文雅时，阅读便不再是一种折磨。
篇二：任教印象
The main impression growing out of twelve years on the faculty of a medical school is that the health problem in the . today, even more than AIDS or cancer, is that Americans don’t know how to think about health and illness. Our reactions are formed on the terror level.
We fear the worst, expect the worst, thus invite the worst. The result is that we are becoming a nation of weaklings and hypochondriacs, a self-medicating society incapable of
distinguishing between casual, everyday symptoms and those that require professional attention.
Early in life, too, we become seized with the bizarre idea that we are constantly assaulted by invisible monsters called germs, and that we have to be on constant alert to protect ourselves against their fury. Equal emphasis, however, is not given to the presiding fact that our bodies are superbly equipped to deal with the little demons and the best way of forestalling an attack is to maintain a sensible life-style.
在医学院任教十二年来，我获得的主要印象是，当今美国头号健康问题——一个比艾滋病或癌症更为严重的问题——是美国人不知道如何去认识健康与疾病。我们的反应是惊恐万状。我们怕最坏的事，想着最坏的事，而恰恰就召来了最坏的事。结果 ，我们变成了一个孱弱不堪，总疑心自己有病的民族，一个分不清哪些是日常偶发症状，哪些是需要治疗的症状，而自己擅自用药的社会。
我们年轻的时候还染上了一种奇怪的观念：一种肉眼看不见的叫做细菌的小妖怪在不断向我们进攻，我们必须长备不懈地保护自己不受其伤害。然而，对另一个重要事实，我们却未能给予同样的重视，那就是，我们的身体装备精良，足以对付这些小妖怪，而且防止妖怪进攻的最佳途径就是保持合理的生活方式。
英语阅读：The Language of Music
A painter hangs his or her finished pictures on a wall, and everyone can see it. A composer writes a work, but no one can hear it until it is performed. Professional singers and players have great responsibilities, for the composer is utterly dependent on them. A student of music needs as long and as arduous a training to become a performer as a medical student needs to become a doctor. Most training is concerned with technique, for musicians have to have the muscular proficiency of an athlete or a ballet dancer. Singers practice breathing every day, as their vocal chords would be inadequate without controlled muscular support. String players practice moving the fingers of the left hand up and down, while drawing the bow to and fro with the right arm-two entirely different movements.
Singers and instruments have to be able to get every note perfectly in tune. Pianists are spared this particular anxiety, for the notes are already there, waiting for them, and it is the piano tuner’s responsibility to tune the instrument for them. But they have their own difficulties; the hammers that hit the string have to be coaxed not to sound like percussion, and each overlapping tone has to sound clear.
This problem of getting clear texture is one that confronts student conductors: they have to learn to know every note of the music and how it should sound, and they have to aim at controlling these sound with fanatical but selfless authority.
Technique is of no use unless it is combined with musical knowledge and understanding. Great artists are those who are so thoroughly at home in the language of music that they can enjoy performing works written in any century.
英语阅读：An Empty Box
Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.
But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady, " he said harshly, "when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
英语阅读：Happiness Equates with Fun?
I live in Hollywood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.
Many intelligent people still equate happiness with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.
Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end when the fun ends.
I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells "happiness".
But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.
The way people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated with happiness, then pain must be equated with unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.
As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable work, and self-improvement.
英语阅读：Today is a Gift
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
英语阅读：Is Packing Important to You?
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.
Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".
How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.
英语阅读：The Baby Eagle
Once upon a time there was a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley with waterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.
The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.
The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.
Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.
The baby eagle was hungry. "I'm sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time.
"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.
Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die any minute. How could you do this to me?"
The mother said, "Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it."
"Come get it!" said the baby, with much anger. "How?"
The mother flew away.
The baby cried and cried and cried.
A few days later, "I'm going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."
He didn't know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.
"Eat this, it's your last meal," she said.
The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.
"You're a terrible mother," he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.
He fell.
Head first.
Picked up speed.
Faster and faster.
He screamed. "I'm dying I'm dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.
He looked up at his mother. "How could you do this to me?"
He looked down.
The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isn't fair!" he screamed.
Something strange happens.
The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasn't moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.
"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"
"You're flying," his mother said.
"This is fun!" laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and swooped.
"Yes it is!" said the mother.
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英语 散文 的翻译,最难的不是语言的翻译,而是如何传递原文所给人的感觉和神韵。下面是我带来的关于英语优秀 文章 阅读，欢迎阅读!关于英语优秀文章阅读篇一 Alienation and the Internet (网络，你“离间”了人群?) The Internet provides an amazing forum for the free exchange of ideas. Given the relatively few restrictions governing access and usage，it is the communications modal equivalent of international It is my personal belief that the human potential can only be realized by the globalization of ideas. I developed this position2 years before the Internet came into wide spread use. And I am excited at the potential for the Internet to dramatically alter our global society for the better. However I am also troubled by the possible unintended negative consequences. There has been much talk about the“new information age.”But much less widely reported has been the notion that the Internet may be responsible for furthering the fragmentation of society by alienating its individual At first this might sound like an apparent contradiction：how can something，that is on the one hand responsible for global unification by enabling the free exchange of ideas，alienate the participants? I had a recent discussion with a friend of mine who has what he described as a“problem”with the Internet. When I questioned him further he said that he was“addicted，”4 and has“forced”himself to go off-line. He said that he felt like an alcoholic，in that moderate use of the Internet was just not possible for I have not known this fellow to be given to exaggeration，therefore when he described his internet binges，6 when he would spend over twenty-four hours on line non-stop，it gave me pause to think. He said，“the Internet isn‘t real，but I was spending all my time on line，so I just had to stop.”He went on to say that all of the time that he spent on line might have skewed7 his sense of reality，and that it made him feel lonely and depressed. The fragmentation of society has been lamented for some time now. It seems to me that it probably began in earnest after World War II when a generation returned from doing great deeds overseas. They won the war，and by God they were going to win the peace. Automobile ownership became commonplace and suburbs were created.“Progress”was their So even prior to the Internet‘s widespread popularity，folks were already becoming distanced from their extended families and neighbors. And when we fast-forward to today we see an almost cruel irony in that people can and often do develop on-line relationships with folks on the other side of the globe，without leaving their homes. But at the expense of the time that would have otherwise been available for involvement in other activities which might foster a sense of community in their villages，towns and cities. Last weekend my wife and I invited our extended family to our home to celebrate our daughter‘s birthday. During the celebration my young nephew spent the entire time on my computer playing a simulated war game. My brother-in-law and I were chatting near by and it struck us that in generations past，his son，my nephew，would have been outside playing with his friends. But now the little fellow goes on line to play his games against his friends in cyberspace. It seems to me that the Internet is a powerful tool that presents an opportunity for the advancement of the acquisition and application of knowledge. However，based on my personal experience I can understand how，as they surf the web some folks might be confronted with cognitive And I can also understand how one might have his or her sense of reality distorted in the process. Is the Internet a real place?Depending upon how a“real place”is defined it might very well be. At the very least，I believe that when we use the Internet，we are forced to ask fundamental questions about how we perceive the world about us—perhaps another unintended consequence. Some would argue that the virtual existences created by some users who debate，shop，travel and have romance on line are in fact not real. While others would argue that，since in practical terms，folks are debating，shopping，travelling and having romance，the converse is true. All of this being said，I believe that the key to realizing the potential of the Internet is in achieving balance in our lives. This would allow us to maximize its potential without losing our sense of However like most things that is easier said than done. It seems to me that we are a society that values immediate gratification above all else，and what better place to achieve it than in cyberspace，where the cyber-world is your The widespread use of the automobile forever changed our society and culture，and perhaps a similar sort of thing is occurring now. I am not at all certain where the“information superhighway”will lead us：some say to Utopia，12 while others feel it‘s the road to hell. But I do know that we all have the ability to maintain our sense of place in the world. Whether we choose to take advantage of this ability is another matter. 关于英语优秀文章阅读篇二 You! 生命掌握在你的手里——超越卓越的你 Consider…YOU. In all time before now and in all time to come，there has never been and will never be anyone just like you. You are unique in the entire history and future of the universe. Wow!Stop and think about that. You‘re better than one in a million，or a billion，or a gazillion… You are the only one like you in a sea of infinity! You‘re amazing!You’re awesome!And by the way，TAG，you‘re it. As amazing and awesome as you already are，you can be even more so. Beautiful young people are the whimsey of nature，but beautiful old people are true works of art. But you don’t become“beautiful”just by virtue of the aging process. Real beauty comes from learning，growing，and loving in the ways of life. That is the Art of Life. You can learn slowly，and sometimes painfully，by just waiting for life to happen to you. Or you can choose to accelerate your growth and intentionally devour life and all it offers. You are the artist that paints your future with the brush of today. Paint a Masterpiece. God gives every bird its food，but he doesn‘t throw it into its nest. Wherever you want to go，whatever you want to do，it’s truly up to you. 试想一下……你!一个空前绝后的你，不论是以往还是将来都不会有一个跟你一模一样的人。你在历史上和宇宙中都是独一无二的。哇!想想吧，你是万里挑一、亿里挑一、兆里挑一的。 在无穷无尽的宇宙中，你是举世无双的。 你是了不起的!你是卓越的!没错，就是你。你已经是了不起的，是卓越的，你还可以更卓越更了不起。美丽的年轻人是大自然的奇想，而美丽的老人却是艺术的杰作。但你不会因为年龄的渐长就自然而然地变得“美丽”。 真正的美丽源于生命里的学习、成长和热爱。这就是生命的艺术。你可以只听天由命，慢慢地学，有时候或许会很痛苦。又或许你可以选择加速自己的成长，故意地挥霍生活及其提供的一切。你就是手握今日之刷描绘自己未来的艺术家。 画出一幅杰作吧。 上帝给了鸟儿食物，但他没有将食物扔到它们的巢里。不管你想要去哪里，不管你想要做什么，真正做决定的还是你自己。 关于英语优秀文章阅读篇三 The Blanket (一床双人毛毯) Floyd Dell，born June 28，1887，Barry，Ill.，. died July 23，1969，Bethesda，Md. novelist and radical journalist whose fiction examined the changing mores in sex and politics among American bohemians before and after World War I. A precocious poet，Dell grew up in an impoverished family and left high school at age 16 to work in a factory. Moving to Chicago in 1908，he worked as a newspaperman and soon was a leader of the city‘s advanced literary movement. He became assistant editor of the Friday Literary Review of the Evening Post in 1909 and editor in 1911，making it one of the most noted American literary supplements. As a critic，he furthered the careers of Sherwood Anderson and Theodore Dreiser. A socialist since his youth，he moved to New York in 1914 and was associate editor of the left-wing The Masses until 1917. Dell was on the staff of The Liberator，which succeeded The Masses，from 1918 to 1924. His first and best novel，the largely autobiographical Moon-Calf，appeared in 1920，and its sequel，The Briary-Bush，in 1921. Homecoming，an autobiography taking him to his 35th year，was published in 1933. His other novels on life among the unconventional include Janet March(1923)，Runaway(1925)，and Love in Greenwich Village(1926)。His nonfiction includes Were You Ever a Child?(1919)，on child-rearing;the biography Upton Sinclair：A Study in Social Protest(1927);and Love in the Machine Age(1930)，which presented his views on sex. Little Accident，a play written with Thomas Mitchell and based on Dell’s novel An Unmarried Father(1927)，was successfully produced in 1928. Dell joined the Federal Writers Project and moved to Washington，.，in the late 1930s as an official for the project. He continued in government work after the project ended，until his retirement in 1947. Petey hadn‘t really believed that Dad would be doing It—sending Granddad away.“Away”was what they were calling until now could he believe it of his father. But here was the blanket that Dad had bought for Granddad，and in the morning he‘d be going away. This was the last evening they’d be having together. Dad was off seeing that girl he was to marry. He would not be back till late，so Petey and Granddad could sit up and talk. It was a fine September night，with a silver moon riding high. They washed up the supper dishes and then took their chairs out onto the porch.“I‘ll get my fiddle，”said the old man，“and play you some of the old tunes.” But instead of the fiddle he brought out the blanket. It was a big double blanket，red with black stripes.“Now，isn‘t that a fine blanket!”said the old man，smoothing it over his knees.“And isn’t your father a kind man to be giving the old fellow a blanket like that to go away with?It cost something，it did—look at the wool of it!There‘ll be few blankets there the equal of this one!” It was like Granddad to be saying that. He was trying to make it easier. He had pretended all along that he wanted to go away to the great brick building—the government place. There he‘d be with so many other old fellows，having the best of everything. . . . But Petey hadn’t believed Dad would really do it，not until this night when he brought home the blanket. “Oh，yes，it‘s a fine blanket，”said Petey. He got up and went into the house. He wasn’t the kind to cry and，besides，he was too old for that. He‘d just gone in to fetch Granddad’s fiddle. The blanket slid to the floor as the old man took the fiddle and stood up. He tuned up for a minute，and then said，“This is one you‘ll like to remember.” Petey sat and looked out over the gully. Dad would marry that girl. Yes，that girl who had kissed Petey and fussed over him，saying she‘d try to be a good mother to him，and all. . . . The tune stopped suddenly. Granddad said，“It‘s a fine girl your father’s going to marry. He‘ll be feeling young again with a pretty wife like that. And what would an old fellow like me be doing around their house，getting in the way?An old nuisance，what with my talks of aches and pains. It’s best that I go away，like I‘m doing. One more tune or two，and then we’ll be going to sleep. I‘ll pack up my blanket in the morning.” They didn‘t hear the two people coming down the path. Dad had one arm around the girl，whose bright face was like a doll’s. But they heard her when she laughed，right close by the porch. Dad didn‘t say anything，but the girl came forward and spoke to Granddad prettily：“I won’t be here when you leave in the morning，so I came over to say good-bye.” “It‘s kind of you，”said Granddad，with his eyes cast down. Then，seeing the blanket at his feet，he stooped to pick it up.“And will you look at this，”he said.“The fine blanket my son has given me to go away with.” “Yes，”she said.“It‘s a fine blanket.”She felt the wool and repeated in surprise，“A fine blanket—I’ll say it is!”She turned to Dad and said to him coldly，“That blanket really cost something.” Dad cleared his throat and said，“I wanted him to have the best. . . .” “It‘s double，too，”she said，as if accusing Dad. “Yes，”said Granddad，“it‘s double—a fine blanket for an old fellow to be going away with.” 17 The boy went suddenly into the house. He was looking for something. He could hear that girl scolding Dad. She realized how much of Dad‘s money—her money，really—had gone for the blanket. Dad became angry in his slow way. And now she was suddenly going away in a huff. . . . As Petey came out，she turned and called back，“All the same，he doesn‘t need a double blanket!”And she ran off up the path. Dad was looking after her as if he wasn‘t sure what he ought to do. “Oh，she‘s right，”Petey said.“Here，Dad”—and he held out a pair of scissors.“Cut the blanket in two.” Both of them stared at the boy，startled.“Cut it in two，I tell you，Dad!”he cried out.“And keep the other half.” “That‘s not a bad idea，”said Granddad gently.“I don’t need so much of a blanket.” “Yes，”the boy said harshly，“a single blanket‘s enough for an old man when he’s sent away. We‘ll save the other half，Dad. It’ll come in handy later.” “Now what do you mean by that?”asked Dad. “I mean，”said the boy slowly，“that I‘ll give it to you，Dad—when you’re old and I‘m sending you—away.” There was a silence. Then Dad went over to Granddad and stood before him，not speaking. But Granddad understood. He put out a hand and laid it on Dad‘s shoulder. And he heard Granddad whisper，“It’s all right，son. I knew you didn‘t mean it. . . .”And then Petey cried. But it didn‘t matter—because they were all crying together. Floyd Dell
教育 的进步是在改变的基础上实现的,改变的第一步就是摒弃墨守成规的教学思维,英语作为国际沟通交流的语言工具,其在全球化进程中扮演着重要的角色。下面是我带来的经典英语 文章 阅读，欢迎阅读!经典英语文章阅读篇一 十二月的玫瑰 Roses in December Coaches more times than not use their hearts instead of their heads to make tough decisions. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case when I realized we had a baseball conference game scheduled when our seniors would be in Washington, . for the annual senior field trip. We were a team dominated by seniors, and for the first time in many years, we were in the conference race for first place. I knew we couldn’t win without our seniors, so I called the rival coach and asked to reschedule the game when everyone was available to play. “No way,” he replied. The seniors were crushed and offered to skip the much-awaited traditional trip. I assured them they needed to go on the trip as part of their educational experience, though I really wanted to accept their offer and win and go on to the conference championship. But I did not, and on that fateful Tuesday, I wished they were there to play. I had nine underclass players eager and excited that they finally had a chance to play. The most excited player was a young mentally challenged boy we will call Billy. Billy was, I believe, overage, but because he loved sports so much, an understanding principal had given him permission to be on the football and baseball teams. Billy lived and breathed sports and now he would finally get his chance to play. I think his happiness captured the imagination of the eight other substitute players. Billy was very small in size, but he had a big heart and had earned the respect of his teammates with his effort and enthusiasm. He was a left-handed hitter and had good baseball skills. His favorite pastime, except for the time he practiced sports, was to sit with the men at a local rural store talking about sports. On this day, I began to feel that a loss might even be worth Billy’s chance to play. Our opponents jumped off to a four-run lead early in the game, just as expected. Somehow we came back to within one run, and that was the situation when we went to bat in the bottom of the ninth. I was pleased with our team’s effort and the constant grin on Billy’s face. If only we could win..., I thought, but that’s asking too much. If we lose by one run, it will be a victory in itself. The weakest part of our lineup was scheduled to hit, and the opposing coach put his ace pitcher in to seal the victory. To our surprise, with two outs, a batter walked, and the tying run was on first base. Our next hitter was Billy. The crowd cheered as if this were the final inning of the conference championship, and Billy waved jubilantly. I knew he would be unable to hit this pitcher, but what a day it had been for all of us. Strike one. Strike two. A fastball. Billy hit it down the middle over the right fielder’s head for a triple to tie the score. Billy was beside himself, and the crowd went wild. Ben, our next hitter, however, hadn’t hit the ball even once in batting practice or intrasquad games. I knew there was absolutely no way for the impossible dream to continue. Besides, our opponents had the top of their lineup if we went into overtime. It was a crazy situation and one that needed reckless strategy. I called a time-out, and everyone seemed confused when I walked to third base and whispered something to Billy. As expected, Ben swung on the first two pitches, not coming close to either. When the catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher Billy broke from third base sprinting as hard as he could. The pitcher didn’t see him break, and when he did he whirled around wildly and fired the ball home. Billy dove in head first, beat the throw, and scored the winning run. This was not the World Series, but don’t tell that to anyone present that day. Tears were shed as Billy, the hero, was lifted on the shoulders of all eight team members. If you go through town today, forty-two years later, you’ll likely see Billy at that same country store relating to an admiring group the story of the day he won the game that no one expected to win. Of all the spectacular events in my sports career, this memory is the highlight. It exemplified what sports can do for people, and Billy’s great day proved that to everyone who saw the game. J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” Billy gave all of us a rose garden. 经典英语文章阅读篇二 Big Red The first time we set eyes on "Big Red," father, mother and I were trudging through the freshly fallen snow on our way to Hubble's Hardware store on Main Street in Huntsville, Ontario. We planned to enter our name in the annual Christmas drawing for a chance to win a hamper filled with fancy tinned cookies, tea, fruit and candy. As we passed the Eaton's department store's window, we stopped as usual to gaze and do a bit of dreaming. The gaily decorated window display held the best toys ever. I took an instant hankering for a huge green wagon. It was big enough to haul three armloads of firewood, two buckets of swill or a whole summer's worth of pop bottles picked from along the highway. There were skates that would make Millar's Pond well worth shovelling and dolls much too pretty to play with. And they were all nestled snugly beneath the breathtakingly flounced skirt of Big Red. Mother's eyes were glued to the massive flare of red shimmering satin, dotted with twinkling sequin-centred black velvet stars. "My goodness," she managed to say in trancelike wonder. "Would you just look at that dress!" Then, totally out of character, mother twirled one spin of a waltz on the slippery sidewalk. Beneath the heavy, wooden-buttoned, grey wool coat she had worn every winter for as long as I could remember, mother lost her balance and tumbled. Father quickly caught her. Her cheeks redder than usual, mother swatted dad for laughing. "Oh, stop that!" she ordered, shooing his fluttering hands as he swept the snow from her coat. "What a silly dress to be perched up there in the window of Eaton's!" She shook her head in disgust. "Who on earth would want such a splashy dress?" As we continued down the street, mother turned back for one more look. "My goodness! You'd think they'd display something a person could use!" Christmas was nearing, and the red dress was soon forgotten. Mother, of all people, was not one to wish for, or spend money on, items that were not practical. "There are things we need more than this," she'd always say, or, "There are things we need more than that." Father, on the other hand, liked to indulge whenever the budget allowed. Of course, he'd get a scolding for his occasional splurging, but it was all done with the best intention. Like the time he brought home the electric range. In our old Muskoka farmhouse on Oxtongue Lake, Mother was still cooking year-round on a wood stove. In the summer, the kitchen would be so hot even the houseflies wouldn't come inside. Yet, there would be Mother – roasting - right along with the pork and turnips. One day, Dad surprised her with a fancy new electric range. She protested, of course, saying that the wood stove cooked just dandy, that the electric stove was too dear and that it would cost too much hydro to run it. All the while, however, she was polishing its already shiny chrome knobs. In spite of her objections, Dad and I knew that she cherished that new stove. There were many other modern things that old farm needed, like indoor plumbing and a clothes dryer, but Mom insisted that those things would have to wait until we could afford them. Mom was forever doing chores - washing laundry by hand, tending the pigs and working in our huge garden - so she always wore mended, cotton-print housedresses and an apron to protect the front. She did have one or two "special" dresses saved for church on Sundays. And with everything else she did, she still managed to make almost all of our clothes. They weren't fancy, but they did wear well. That Christmas I bought Dad a handful of fishing lures from the Five to a Dollar store, and wrapped them individually in matchboxes so he'd have plenty of gifts to open from me. Choosing something for Mother was much harder. When Dad and I asked, she thought carefully then hinted modestly for some tea towels, face cloths or a new dishpan. On our last trip to town before Christmas, we were driving up Main Street when Mother suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Would you just look at that!" She pointed excitedly as Dad drove past Eaton's. "That big red dress is gone," she said in disbelief. "It's actually gone." "Well . . . I'll be!" Dad chuckled. "By golly, it is!" "Who'd be fool enough to buy such a frivolous dress?" Mother questioned, shaking her head. I quickly stole a glance at Dad. His blue eyes were twinkling as he nudged me with his elbow. Mother craned her neck for another glimpse out the rear window as we rode on up the street. "It's gone . . ." she whispered. I was almost certain that I detected a trace of yearning in her voice. I'll never forget that Christmas morning. I watched as Mother peeled the tissue paper off a large box that read "Eaton's Finest Enamel Dishpan" on its lid. "Oh Frank," she praised, "just what I wanted!" Dad was sitting in his rocker, a huge grin on his face. "Only a fool wouldn't give a priceless wife like mine exactly what she wants for Christmas," he laughed. "Go ahead, open it up and make sure there are no chips." Dad winked at me, confirming his secret, and my heart filled with more love for my father than I thought it could hold! Mother opened the box to find a big white enamel dishpan - overflowing with crimson satin that spilled out across her lap. With trembling hands she touched the elegant material of Big Red. "Oh my goodness!" she managed to utter, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh Frank . . ." Her face was as bright as the star that twinkled on our tree in the corner of the small room. "You shouldn't have . . ." came her faint attempt at scolding. "Oh now, never mind that!" Dad said. "Let's see if it fits," he laughed, helping her slip the marvellous dress over her shoulders. As the shimmering red satin fell around her, it gracefully hid the patched and faded floral housedress underneath. I watched, my mouth agape, captivated by a radiance in my parents I had never noticed before. As they waltzed around the room, Big Red swirled its magic deep into my heart. "You look beautiful," my dad whispered to my mom - and she surely did! 经典英语文章阅读篇三 你才是我的幸福 She was dancing. My crippled grandmother was dancing. I stood in the living room doorway absolutely stunned. I glanced at the kitchen table and sure enough-right under a small, framed drawing on the wall-was a freshly baked peach pie. I heard her sing when I opened the door but did not want to interrupt the beautiful song by yelling I had arrived, so I just tiptoed to the living room. I looked at how her still-lean body bent beautifully, her arms greeting the sunlight that was pouring through the window. And her legs... Those legs that had stiffly walked, aided with a cane, insensible shoes as long as I could remember. Now she was wearing beautiful dancing shoes and her legs obeyed her perfectly. No limping. No stiffness. Just beautiful, fluid motion. She was the pet of the dancing world. And then she’d had her accident and it was all over. I had read that in an old newspaper clipping. She turned around in a slow pirouette and saw me standing in the doorway. Her song ended, and her beautiful movements with it, so abruptly that it felt like being shaken awake from a beautiful dream. The sudden silence rang in my ears. Grandma looked so much like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar that I couldn’t help myself, and a slightly nervous laughter escaped. Grandma sighed and turned towards the kitchen. I followed her, not believing my eyes. She was walking with no difficulties in her beautiful shoes. We sat down by the table and cut ourselves big pieces of her delicious peach pie. "So...” I blurted, “How did your leg heal?" "To tell you the truth—my legs have been well all my life," she said. "But I don’t understand!" I said, "Your dancing career... I mean... You pretended all these years? "Very much so," Grandmother closed her eyes and savored the peach pie, "And for a very good reason." "What reason?" "Your grandfather." "You mean he told you not to dance?" "No, this was my choice. I am sure I would have lost him if I had continued dancing. I weighed fame and love against each other and love won." She thought for a while and then continued. “We were talking about engagement when your grandfather had to go to war. It was the most horrible day of my life when he left. I was so afraid of losing him, the only way I could stay sane was to dance. I put all my energy and time into practicing—and I became very good. Critics praised me, the public loved me, but all I could feel was the ache in my heart, not knowing whether the love of my life would ever return. Then I went home and read and re-read his letters until I fell asleep. He always ended his letters with ‘You are my Joy. I love you with my life’ and after that he wrote his name. And then one day a letter came. There were only three sentences: ‘I have lost my leg. I am no longer a whole man and now give you back your freedom. It is best you forget about me.’” "I made my decision there and then. I took my leave, and traveled away from the city. When I returned I had bought myself a cane and wrapped my leg tightly with bandages. I told everyone I had been in a car crash and that my leg would never completely heal again. My dancing days were over. No one suspected the story—I had learned to limp convincingly before I returned home. And I made sure the first person to hear of my accident was a reporter I knew well. Then I traveled to the hospital. They had pushed your grandfather outside in his wheelchair. There was a cane on the ground by his wheelchair. I took a deep breath, leaned on my cane and limped to him. " By now I had forgotten about the pie and listened to grandma, mesmerized. “What happened then?” I hurried her when she took her time eating some pie. "I told him he was not the only one who had lost a leg, even if mine was still attached to me. I showed him newspaper clippings of my accident. ‘So if you think I’m going to let you feel sorry for yourself for the rest of your life, think again. There is a whole life waiting for us out there! I don’t intend to be sorry for myself. But I have enough on my plate as it is, so you’d better snap out of it too. And I am not going to carry you-you are going to walk yourself.’" Grandma giggled, a surprisingly girlish sound coming from an old lady with white hair. "I limped a few steps toward him and showed him what I’d taken out of my pocket. ‘Now show me you are still a man,’ I said, ‘I won’t ask again.’ He bent to take his cane from the ground and struggled out of that wheelchair. I could see he had not done it before, because he almost fell on his face, having only one leg. But I was not going to help. And so he managed it on his own and walked to me and never sat in a wheelchair again in his life." "What did you show him?" I had to know. Grandma looked at me and grinned. "Two engagement rings, of course. I had bought them the day after he left for the war and I was not going to waste them on any other man." I looked at the drawing on the kitchen wall, sketched by my grandfather’s hand so many years before. The picture became distorted as tears filled my eyes. “You are my Joy. I love you with my life.” I murmured quietly. The young woman in the drawing sat on her park bench and with twinkling eyes smiled broadly at me, an engagement ring carefully drawn on her finger. 看了“经典英语文章阅读”的人还看了： 1. 经典美文阅读:生命在于完整 2. 英语经典美文阅读:品味现在 3. 经典美文佳作英汉阅读 4. 励志经典英语美文阅读 5. 一生必读的英文经典美文
高中英语课外阅读杂志
高中生看的杂志有《看天下》、《环球时报》、 《意林》、《文摘》、《青年文摘》、《读者》、《新东方英语杂志TEEN版》、《疯狂英语杂志》、《英语广场》。
列举如下：
1、看天下
《Vista看天下》是一份国内综合性新闻故事类高端文摘读本，是国内目前唯一开设四个分印点的新闻类期刊杂志，也是全球华文媒体BPA认证市场发行量最大的新闻期刊（含港、澳、台地区），在主流人群中具有广泛影响力，“新闻故事中的F1”，杂志以“说新闻，讲故事”为特色，创造了中国媒体的“看天下模式”。
2、环球时报
《环球时报》（Global Times）是由中国共产党中央委员会机关报社人民日报社主办与出版的国际新闻报刊，创刊于1993年1月。原名《环球文萃》，1997年改名为《环球时报》。2009年4月20日，《环球时报》英文版创刊，这是中国第二份面向全国发行的英语综合性报纸。也是唯一向国外传达符合中国基本国情综合新闻的一份报媒。
3、意林
《意林》，原名《春风》，是由中共长春市委宣传部主管，长春市文学艺术界联合会主办的中文版半月刊杂志。《意林》的栏目大体上是按照生命、成功、生活、情感等方向来划分，设置了近百个不同栏目。栏目共分两级，每期有个一级栏目，
包括励心小品”、“人与社会”、“生活锦囊”、“新知探索”、“精英潭”、“成长视窗”等，《意林》的二级栏目设置丰富，如在“成功之钢”栏目下设有“智慧之灯”、“另类思考”、“过人之处、“事在人为”、“培训之术”、“商道”、
“人生转折点”等，其他重要栏目还包括“九州纪事”、“人间正道”、“健康书”、“心理人生”、“万象苑”、“历史碎片”、“新知小识”、“音乐故事”等。
4、青年文摘
《青年文摘》由共青团中央主管、中国青年出版社主办，创刊于1981年1月，自2000年起改为半月刊，是中国发行量最大的青年杂志，单期发行145-150万册。
《青年文摘》是一本面向全国、以青少年为核心读者群的文摘类综合刊物，刊物集萃来自报纸、期刊、图书等大众媒体的名篇佳作，旨在为青少年打造一个丰富生动、
健康向上的精神空间。刊物分上下半月刊（上半月刊红版，下半月刊绿版）、彩版（ 半月刊 ）。数字产品有《青年文摘·快点》《青年文摘手机报》《青年文摘·播》青年文摘官方网站以及微博、微信等。
5、英语广场
《英语广场》是一本杂志，是我国第一本完全定位中初级读者群体的英语课外阅读杂志。2000年创刊，期发行量13万册以上。刊物栏目丰富，题材广泛，每一栏目有难度适中的英语语篇若干，附以难点注释，部分语篇配有汉语译文。提供英语国家最新最热信息，集知识性、实用性、趣味性于一体。
参考资料来源：百度百科-看天下
参考资料来源：百度百科-环球时报
参考资料来源：百度百科-意林
参考资料来源：百度百科-青年文摘
参考资料来源：百度百科-英语广场
适合高中生阅读的英语杂志有疯狂英语中学版，英语沙龙，英语世界。
英语（英文：English）是一种西日耳曼语支，最早被中世纪的英国使用，并因其广阔的殖民地而成为世界使用面积最广的语言。英国人的祖先盎格鲁部落是后来迁移到大不列颠岛地区的日耳曼部落之一，称为英格兰。这两个名字都来自波罗的海半岛的Anglia。
该语言与弗里斯兰语和下撒克森语密切相关，其词汇受到其他日耳曼语系语言的影响，尤其是北欧语（北日耳曼语），并在很大程度上由拉丁文和法文撰写。
英语已经发展了1400多年。英语的最早形式是由盎格鲁-撒克逊人移民于5世纪带到英国的一组西日耳曼语支（Ingvaeonic）方言，被统称为古英语。中古英语始于11世纪末，诺曼征服英格兰；1476年，威廉·卡克斯顿将印刷机介绍给英国，并开始在伦敦出版第一本印刷书籍，扩大了英语的影响力。
自17世纪以来，现代英语在英国和美国的广泛影响下在世界各地传播。通过各类这些国家的印刷和电子媒体，英语已成为国际主导语言之一，在许多地区和专业的环境下的语言也有主导地位，例如科学、导航和法律。
《意林》的栏目大体上是按照生命、成功、生活、情感等方向来划分，设置了近百个不同栏目。栏目共分两级，每期有个一级栏目，包括励心小品”、“人与社会”、“生活锦囊”、“新知探索”、“精英潭”、“成长视窗”等。
《青年文摘》是一本面向全国、以青少年为核心读者群的文摘类综合刊物，刊物集萃来自报纸、期刊、图书等大众媒体的名篇佳作，旨在为青少年打造一个丰富生动、健康向上的精神空间。
《英语广场》是我国第一本完全定位中初级读者群体的英语课外阅读杂志。2000年创刊，期发行量13万册以上。刊物栏目丰富，题材广泛，每一栏目有难度适中的英语语篇若干，附以难点注释，部分语篇配有汉语译文。提供英语国家最新最热信息，集知识性、实用性、趣味性于一体。
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