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这部分内容主要考察的是过去进行时的知识点：
表示过去在某一时间段或某一段时间内正在发生或进行的动作或状态。其形式为 主语+was /were + V-ing。常与表示过去的时间状语连用，如：last night,last Saturday，yesterday等；或者与when,while,as引导的过去时间状语连用。
在英语时态中，“时“指动作发生的时间，”态“指动作的样子和状态。例如：We were watching TV from seven to nine last night. 昨天晚上七点到九点的时候我们在看电视。What was he researching all day last Sunday? 上周日他一整天都在研究什么？
过去进行时可以表示在过去某个时间点发生的事情。时间点可以用介词短语、副词或从句来表示。如：What was she doing at nine o‘clock yesterday? 昨天晚上九点她正在做什么？ （介词短语表示时间点） When I saw him he was decorating his room. 当我看见他的时候他正在装饰房间。
周学艺，男，江苏丹阳人，1935年生。原为北京大学出版社编审。1958年考入北京大学西方语言文学系，攻读英国语言文学。1963年毕业后从事国际问题研究和英语教学工作，曾任北京大学英语系副教授，并在北大、清华等院校讲授过美英报刊文章选 读等课程。1981－1983年在美国佛罗里达州立大学从事英美文学、美国历史和外交史的学习和研究。1989－1990年曾在纽约担任法庭翻译等工作。曾任该社外语编辑室副主任。主要成果有：1.主编《英汉美英报刊词典》、2.编写《美英报刊文章回忆录》系列（共9本）、3.合译《沃尔特斯回忆录》、《联邦调查局破案秘闻》、4.合编《最新高级英汉词典》和《英汉词海》。
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题记：沐一抹暖阳，盼一场花开，念桃之夭夭，赏梨花若雪，经年累月之中，仍有一种心境，如绿萝一般四季常青，如燕子一般不惧风雨，于每日的匆匆中，留白，于岁月的沟壑中，淡然。
光阴如梭"，"时光荏苒"，似乎这两个词汇太过老套，却是那么贴切地描摹了岁月的模样。很久了，没有提笔再写散文，很久了，为了争一口气而醉心于现代诗和散文诗的写作，更是为了避嫌将笔名都换了，竟有两年之久没有再用"踏花归来"这个笔名，而换作"点点星辰"，而物换星移终抵不过季节的轮回，转眼又一春，枝上乌鹊三匝，竟唤醒我往日情怀，我欲踏花，归隐山林。
"幽幽的想念不为人知，带着往昔的感情色彩，或爱或恨或浓或淡或长或短。当你想念着一个人时，便觉得在极深极深的心底，有一些莫名的颤动，若隐若现，欲升还沉，你想紧紧地抓住他们，但他们稍纵即逝。"这段读来令人拍案叫绝的句子，是来自一位叫徐智慧的作者的一篇题为《想念》的文章，偶然之中在历年《读者》卷首语汇编中读到，不禁想起了那个人那一年和那些事。
那个交通不太便利的所在，那个叫"大李屯"的屯子，那个被长辈唤作"亮子"的人，那一年的山高水长，那一年的月明风清，那一年的后会无期，那些由衷的感动，那些阡陌桑麻，那些欲说还休，又在这个二月的早春，若发芽的豆子，在清晨的微凉之中蓬勃地生长成一丛竹笋，顶开了蒙在其上的层层纱网，若打翻的颜色，那些靓丽的，那些混沌的，都让人欣喜又感慨。
清夜悠悠，闷则和衣拥，闲则煮字为酒，不料，竟醉倒在自己筑就的清凉殿中。
"为你，我掬来春光雨露
为你，我捧来山花烂漫
修一座爱的小屋
筑一道爱的长城
燕子来时
期待你如花的笑靥
枫叶红时
守候你如水的温柔
为你，我研墨一池
为你，我寻遍辞海
写一首遗世的歌谣
赋一曲长恨的诗篇
桃花开时
将那一抹胭脂的红凝结
大雁南飞
捎去我那如泉水一样的相思
为你，我采来天上的云
为你，我摘下树上的果
织一身保暖的绒衣
绣上一颗初心
风起时
让我的温度可以温暖你的清寒
夜来时
让我的牵挂可以晤热你的冷颤
为你，我守了一世的寂寞
为你，我守着空前的孤单
我在那个院落里
种满了绿植
我在那个村子里
踏遍了青山
只为与你有约"
于是，有朋友就说我了："你的诗行，又有哪个男子能懂能匹配？"
是啊，这些深情谁能懂呢?谁能匹配呢?而这千年孤寂只为换一眼回眸的美丽，那些路过的何尝不是风景，那些擦肩的何尝不是缘份，正如我在农村创办农场的岁月，又何尝不值得珍藏呢?尽管云已不是云的故事，风也不是风的故事，而"人面桃花"的美妙并非止于当日的倚门而望。
红尘滚滚，世事坎坷，却依然可以岁月静好。苏东坡被贬于杭州，却成就了西湖"三潭映月"之美景，亦有了"若把西湖比西子，浓妆淡抹总相宜"的千古佳句。纪晓岚被发配新疆，也让他有了一段难得一见的西域风情，令心胸开阔，令笔墨酣畅，怎知这一次被处罚的经历不是为他日后十几年如一日的编纂《四库全书》积淀了毅力?
我已年过五旬，这说话之间就快退休了，而仍然是个讲师，竟然没捞到一个"教授"的名份!缘何?为何呢?不必深究其理，是我骨子里早已深中昔日"竹林七贤"的蛊，心中早已深植陶渊明的志，在这个不但需要文章和专著才可评职称的年月，尚需广泛的人脉与相当的货币支出。我在决"不为五斗米而折腰"的气节感照之下，便如此这般地即将离开我的办公室了。
唯一觉得惭愧的是，有一回当孩子问起我的职称时，我当时心理作崇，竟谎称是"副教授"!是啊，校长们在对来校的领导们介绍我时，不也是这么介绍的吗?就连校内的同事们平时不也是这么认为的吗?大约都如我似的，总有些难言之隐吧?
"一年春事都来几。早过了、三之二。绿暗红嫣浑可事。绿杨庭院，暖风帘幕，有个人憔悴。买花载酒长安市。又争似，家山见桃李。不枉东风吹客泪。相思难表，梦魂无据，惟有归来是。"欧阳修这首思乡之作，倒是我此时此刻的心情写照了，不敢说厌倦了俗世凡尘，竟也是累了，我欲踏花，归隐山林。
沐一抹暖阳，盼一场花开
念桃之夭夭，赏梨花若雪
经年累月之中，仍有一种心境
如绿萝一般四季常青
如燕子一般不惧风雨
于每日的匆匆中，留白
于岁月的沟壑中，淡然
这是早春的节气，却似有遥遥相望的旖旎，这是北方的滨城，却竟有花轻似梦的自在。那些路过的，那些入心的，那些淡忘的，在日渐柔软的花枝上，渐次绽放，终将素笔难描一派春色满园。
高尔基的《海燕》，我读后产生了想见海的念头，从学校直到工作，期望的火焰越来越旺。恰巧有次笔会在海滨城市举行，我有幸参加了，实现了多年的梦想，心花怒放，激情看海。
不远千里，来到海边，面对大海，感慨万千。黄金海岸，金色沙滩，雪白浪花，接待团队，热情欢歌，迎接我们。聆听波涛声声、感受温情脉脉、欣赏浪花朵朵、体验无畏豪放，激情就被融化。
海，浩瀚无垠，博大精深，充满着激越豪情，迸发着青春活力，蕴含着无限的生命力，展示着广阔丰厚的胸襟。大海是人类起源和文明的摇篮，包容着诸多沧桑史诗，珠穆朗玛雪峰续化投向怀抱，千条江河、万涓溪流奔腾向往，远古高原沙砾追随装扮美丽的沙滩。
海水与蓝天相接，海天融为一体，无边无际，不由心境超然。风光旖旎，如梦如幻，海风轻拂，惬意舒坦。漫步在沙滩，沐浴着海水阳光，领略辽阔海域、海鸥翩翩飞翔、舟舰碧空远近，顿感情满于海，意溢于海。心里有了海的风姿神韵、高格意识、生命态度和情感特征。
海是一种胸怀，永远延伸着涵默，总是走不到浪尖；海是一种禅，永远高尚神圣，总是将酸甜苦辣混合亮点咸涩；海是一方流动的宇宙，总是星光闪烁不出其中、日月照耀就在其里，浇灌哺育世上所有的生灵。海把世界的生与死、乐与悲、清醒与困顿、绽放与归宿都含纳进去，吐出水质的花，开放在宇宙的网眼里。
坐在沙滩，遐思飞扬，浮想联翩。收回驰骋的目光和思想，看到近处的海翻腾不息，一浪接一浪的海水，翻卷成波峰浪谷，翻卷成浪花。每一次波浪的起伏，不知是海的不安躁动，还是生命无谓的挣扎，或者是自然悲壮的奋起，但总是一种必然。忽然醒悟：生命在于运动。
海域一角，礁石林立，棱角分明，惊涛拍岸，不知经过多少年的洗礼磨砺，已变得异常坚固苍劲。几对情侣，海誓山盟：海枯石烂，互敬互爱，长相厮守，永不离弃，孝敬父母，永不变心，白头偕老，幸福百年。世间真情感动人啊！游客微笑着投去了敬慕的目光。
壮阔的海，运动不息，才有海韵、沙滩奇石、浴场港湾，人们欣赏着，感到非常满足。翻阅海的诗章，我仿佛看到海是无数人的汇集，奋进前行构成波涛滚滚，头颅不屈地挺起，脚踏实地一往直前。有人落入谷底，有人登上浪尖，终极都在沙滩上散落。只有心深入海，才能得到领悟。
人生就像在海里航行，要经受风口浪尖的锤炼，经得起被抛进漩涡的失落，被推上浪尖的荣耀，宠辱不惊，勇往直前。
“外师造化，中得心源”。看海，使我觉得境界深化、人格提升、心胸博大，精神振奋。知海，深刻地理解了“意奇则奇，意高则高，意远则远，意深则深”。
宁静的夜晚，一轮清冷的朗月，幽幽悬挂在黛色的夜幕上，泛着如水的冷光。轻纱般的夜幕掩了上来，增添了几许朦胧和忧郁。这样的暗夜，月色爬上来，敲打着我孤独的窗，落地成青霜一片。
初秋的夜，因为一份难释的情怀，浸透着莫名的思绪，让冷清的夜变得如此灵动……
月色清亮，透着淡淡的安静；放一曲音乐，释放着浅浅的浪漫；心情朦胧，缠着深深的沉醉。坐在书房，手握一杯温热的茗茶，沉浸在婉转而悠扬的旋律包围中。沿着时间的阶梯缓缓而上，用音符轻触那心灵隐隐的角落，有一点点落寞。也有一点点孤独。让心在这喧嚣的尘世与寂寞独舞。当都市渐渐入睡后，方才缓缓打开心灵的窗，任思绪随记忆飘零，找不到落脚的地方。我不怕黑夜的孤冷，只怕淹没记忆中你那温暖的身影。
初秋的夜，寂静包围了四周，一切都安静了，沉睡了，只有心是醒着的，思念穿透心房的片片剪影；是消瘦的日历挽留记忆的过程。
阡陌红尘中，生命总是以不同的方式行走，欢笑、悲伤、欣喜或者哭泣，花开花谢，春去冬来；年复一年日复一日。就这样在这座水泥森林里不知疲倦的穿行，感受着自己，感受着周围的事物；偶而有一点寂寞，偶而有一点忧伤，而这些也只不过是成长的过程中一次次痛楚的蜕变和忧伤。
今夜的月光啊，你是无眠时纷飞的思绪；是心底蕴藏的一抹清愁；是心中遥寄的深深祝福，让丰盈的思念在这冬夜里沉迷……。
那条未名的小溪，安静优雅地偎依在小山边，旁边有一条小路在仿照着小溪的样子扭捏着，仿佛它们是一对情侣儿在散步。仿佛小路是小溪的忠实的守护者，白天守着灼热的光芒，晚上守着那漫天的星辰。多么好的的小路啊！假设我是那条小溪我会感动地热泪盈眶，哦！不对，是冷泪盈眶，我又不是温泉。想我多情的小溪爱小山，爱小树，还爱蜂蝶，最后才会爱那默默无闻的小路了。
我就是那条小溪，一定是的！
现在是冬季，晚上会莫名其妙地下起厚重的霜来，多冷啊！没有阳光的晚上也是寂寥的，就算是小路在一旁默默陪伴，我还是寂寥。毕竟小路是不肯说话的，唯有那轻轻的风，还有扇动翅膀的蜂蝶会给我无限灵感，涌现一首首小诗出来。现在没有诗，也没有水！我的水呢？都干涸了，两个星期以前，上面的一条沟渠就拒绝给我供给，不知道出于什么原因。我的水是直接来源于上面的沟渠，所以我就断流了，丢失了可爱的生命之源。我真想翻转细长的身子如眼镜蛇一样将头颅探入空中去俯瞰上面的沟渠，是不是上面的水真得就干涸了？还是它十分的吝啬地将水私藏起来，不给一点于我？我做不到翻转身子，只能懒懒地摇摇头。没有水，我倒是没有什么。最多，我脏一点儿，几天不洗脸，也几天不刷牙罢了。这没有什么的。有什么的，是那我纯洁的心会深深得痛。我不是痛我自己，而是躺在我怀中的几堆蝌蚪卵。这些蝌蚪卵还没有来不及孵化，就干涸在我的怀中。我多么希望我能产出一些水来，如乳汁一样哺育蝌蚪卵给它们一点生的希望。可惜啊，我没有乳汁。我的心在默默地流泪，无形的泪。上面的那条沟渠，就真得没有水了么？
还记得一星期前，一只年轻的母蟾蜍选中了我的怀抱，毅然将全部的小宝宝产在我的身边，临走时，还咕咕地说了几声：“小溪阿姨，我家的宝宝就拜托给你了。”当然陪伴母蟾蜍的身旁有一只帅气的公蟾蜍，它们成双入对的`样子是要去度蜜月的，多么美妙的一对儿，祝福它们幸福永远。我心里有许多的祝福语却说不出来，唯有淡淡的一句：“你们放心地去浪漫去，这里一切交给我就ok了。”
它们美美的叫了一声，消失在路的尽头。我用仅有的一点水去抚摸这些可爱的卵，圆圆的一颗颗珍珠似的，挨挨挤挤地在一起，它们还没有醒呢！它们更像一颗颗小小的果冻，软的没有边际，仿佛我一用力它们就会碎了似的。在软的包囊里有一点很小的黑粒，我想那就是它们的中枢神经系统吧！要不了多久，它们一定可以长大，脱开果冻在我的水花里自由翱翔。想到这儿，我的心就兴奋，仿佛我就是它们的妈妈似的。呵呵....我竟然这么容易满足。
第二天，接二来三地来了几对蟾蜍，选中了我，将爱情结晶释放在我的柔软的水花里，转身度蜜月去了。我是它们的免费保姆，当然我愿意，十分的愿意。去年，前年，以及更久，我都这么愿意过，照顾这些可爱的精灵是我的幸福。若没有这些精灵，我的生活又将失去多少快乐啊！我需要它们的快乐去填充我的生活，犹如彩虹需要七彩去填充一样。
然而，这些快乐的精灵还来不及诞生，就搁浅在我的怀中。我没有水，无法给予它们的诞生创造条件。我只能希望天空快点降雨，冬日降雨的可能性很小。我依然抱着希望去仰望天空，天空里的星星在眨着快活的眼球，在彼此聊着一些我听不懂的外星语，旁边携带着几缕薄薄的微云，薄的都能看见天空的肌肤了。这样薄纱似的微云是不可能藏得住水的。我失望。但我依然希望。我希望天边忽然吹过来一块大的黑云来。它正好就笼罩在我的上空，也正好将大量的雨滴砸下来，砸进我的怀中。可惜我的等待在一分一秒地流逝，在冷却，冷却成了冰点。小路的额角也长出了许多的冰花来，在清幽的月光下显得那么的苍白。
果冻似的卵拼命地挤在一处，许多的水从里面溢流了出来，它们牢不可破的果冻包在破裂着，它们如何能抵抗冰寒来袭？它们只能靠彼此拥抱抵御地狱似的寒冷。我听见了，听见了它们的哭泣，嘤嘤不断，嗡嗡云云，好冷的哭泣，它们太需要水了，水就是保护膜，也是生命之源。我的心如刀子一样割裂了，我用干裂的手去抚摸着它们，它们一点也没有感觉到温暖，反而更加难受。漫长的夜啊！你快点去吧！别再制造冰花了！我祈求，再祈求。时间的沙漏好像也冰冻了似的，怎么也前进不了一步。我听见了，听见了卵的破裂声音，一些外围的果冻失去了生命之色，昏迷。我的心更加疼了。
不知道何时，天亮了。朝阳在山的脊梁里冒出头颅，将第一缕温暖传达了过来，深情地凝望着我们。我们感觉到了，感觉了一点儿希望。我在阳光下发现那些可爱的宝宝们都不再漂亮了，没精打采地耷拉着魂灵，外围的宝宝已经逝去了生命。它们用残躯肢体拥抱着里面的生命，多么伟大的拥抱啊！里面的宝宝才得以暂时幸存。这些幸存是要用秒去计算的，不知道它们还能挺住多少秒？我计算不出，用熬这个字计较恰当吧！唉！好可怜的蟾蜍卵，我不能保护你啊！
上面的那条沟渠啊！你难道没有看见么？你就是一个铁石心肠的沟渠么？只要你将水放开一个缺口，这些可爱的宝宝们都会活下来的。风轻轻的吹，沟渠里的水没有传导下来，我想我是没有希望了。
下午，阳光更加激烈一点，果冻宝宝们结合的阵型垮掉了，都散开在我的干裂里，它们的水分在一点点丢失，个个都渐入了昏迷之中，它们的手依然紧紧地拉在一起，虽然它们的眼睛在悄然闭上。似乎在默默念着父母的名字，似乎在亲吻我的双手，似乎在吟咏人生的歌谣：远方的山梁有山雀陪伴，它们有绿叶在装饰着自己的衣裳，，它们的水花是那么洁白，永远都有诗歌欢笑。我们的父母在水花里歌唱......
我也听见了，泪珠在干涸！
我用手摸了一把自己的脸，有一点冰凉的感觉在抖动。别理会，那是幻觉，我漠然以对。润润的水如诗一样飘荡而来，比风还来的快，及时。我的怀里是满满的水，是从哪儿来的水？我怎么不知道呢？我努力的看向上面的沟渠，有一个大口子豁开了，水从哪里涌下来的。我看见了生命之水，听见了生命在上游颤抖。
小路边一对父子在凝望着我，准确的说是凝望我怀中的果冻宝宝。他们的笑容是那么灿烂，那么善良。其中有句话在风中飘开了：爸爸，这些蝌蚪有救了。是的，上面沟渠里的水是它们的救命之水。接着又一句话飘来，那是父亲的声音：孩子，你的善良救了它们。
我的心在颤抖，有唱诗的冲动，唱什么呢？
果冻宝宝在我的怀里唱着：远方的山梁有山雀陪伴，它们有绿叶在装饰着自己的衣裳，，它们的水花是那么洁白，永远都有诗歌欢笑。我们的父母在水花里歌唱......
优美散文精选500字
优美散文精选500字，许多优秀的文章是值得我们大家来阅读的，优秀的文章不仅能让人积极向上，起到精神上的鼓励，更能从某些意义上让我们更加了解自己，下面我们就来看看以下优美散文精选500字。希望大家喜欢！
成长的道路，是坎坷的，也是平坦的。坎坷在许多事情需要你去努力，平坦在亲朋好友都会给你一定的帮助。成长的道路是单调的，也是多彩的。单调在大部分时间都在学习，多彩在还是有时间去完成自己的事情。成长的道路是枯燥无味的.，也是有滋有味的。枯燥无味在要做许多不愿意做的事，有滋有味在父母不在时，提心吊胆地做自己愿意做的事。
在成长时的第一颗启明星是妈妈，是妈妈把我带到这个陌生的世界，帮我熟悉它;是妈妈教会了我走路，让我利用双脚去找乐趣;是妈妈教会了我说话，让我能更好地表达我的想法;是妈妈教会了我识字，让我发现文字的历史;是妈妈教会了我读书，让我发现中国的历史是多么源远流长，是多么有趣。第二颗启明星是我的启蒙老师，是老师将我带进知识的海洋，让我明白学习的乐趣;将我带进书的河流，让我明白读书是一件趣事;将我带进同学的小溪里，让我获得了纯真的友谊。
成长的道路上难免会跌跌撞撞。上个星期三，我们学校艺术节的手工制作比赛，我们辛辛苦苦制作的工艺品，却只拿了二等奖。但是我们不泄气，我们继续努力，争取在明年的这个时候，取得一等奖，为班级增添荣誉。
成长的道路上让我们一起努力吧。
人总会长大，长大后就会有很多的朋友，这是可以肯定的，有人说友情像雪花，虽然冰凉，但是它会慢慢的变热。
友情似水，淡如清泉，平凡的生活中，我们么么携手走过平色的年少，没有波澜起伏，亦不曾惊天动地，当时光子按带走青葱的岁月，却冲不但我们彼此的友谊，那是我们共同真爱的宝贝。
友情是个很大的玻璃球，一天友情的玻璃球碎了，碎片看上去很危险，但是有一个人捡起了一片友情的碎片，碎片不但没有伤害这个人，这个人还感觉很温暖，这是人们才意识到友情是温暖的，人们捡起了一个个的小碎片，因为感觉到温暖，小碎片开始聚集起来了，友情的玻璃球在不同的地方一次又一次地反复着同样的事!
多年前，英国《泰晤士报》出了一个题目，公开征求答案，题目是：从伦敦到罗马，最短的道路是什么?很多人从地理位置上找答案，但是都落选了，只有一个答案获奖：那就是“一个好朋友”。有一个好友相伴，沿途说说笑笑，不仅不会嫌路长，甚至还会叹说此路太短!
我们就像是台座上的台球，本来距离很远，却被白色母球击中其中一个，于是你和我碰撞在一起。然而，我们被另一根球杆基础的母球再次大众，各自掉进了该进入的球网。只是球面已有碰撞过的痕迹，再也麽不掉的痕迹!
介绍美食的英文文章阅读
你喜欢吃什么类型的菜呢?大家不妨写一篇英语作文介绍你最喜欢的一道菜吧。下面是我推荐给大家的介绍一道菜英语作文，供大家参考。 介绍一道菜英语作文篇一 Spring Festival is the most important festival in China .In the evening before the Spring Festival ,families get together and have a big meal . In many places people like to set off firecrackers .Dumplings are the most traditional food . Children like the festival very much ,because they can have delicious food and wear new clothes .They can also get some money from their parents. This money is given to children for good luck .People put New Year scrolls on the wall for good fortune . 介绍一道菜英语作文篇二 Today I would like to tell you how to cook Great Chicken need three slices of bread,jam,chicken,cabbage and some salt. Firstly,you need to cut the chicken and the cabbage into should put them on a slice of bread. Next,put some jam on it. Then,cover it with another slice of that,you should do the same thing again. Finally,drop some salt on the bread if you the Great Chicken Sandwich is ready. 介绍一道菜英语作文篇三 In Jiangsu cuisine, there is a well-known dish called Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish. And it is universally acknowledged that this dish is the representative of Jiangsu cuisine. This dish is prepared with more than 9 main ingredients including fish, cooking wine, pine nut, pepper, ketchup, salt and vinegar. First, you should make the fish clean and remove it’s bones and organs. Second the fish should be placed into a wok, with pepper and cooking wine and then fry it until its color changes. Third, make the fish like a squirrel and pour the hot and thick marinade on the fish. Then the last thing is just enjoying this beautiful and delicious “squirrel”. The Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish is suitable for people of all ages. And it not only contains fat and protein but also is rich sources of the beneficial elements. So this dish is worthy of the being called the most bright pearl of Jiangsu cuisine.介绍一道菜英语作文其他推荐： 1. 英文描述中国餐桌礼仪 2. 餐桌上的礼仪英语 3. 介绍美国的英文文章阅读 4. 关于松鼠桂鱼的作文 5. 关于家乡美食的作文4篇
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阅读虽然不是一种直接的交际,但在本质上也是一种语言交际活动。下面就是我给大家整理的短篇 英语阅读 文章 ，希望大家喜欢。短篇英语阅读文章：You are special A well-know speaker started on his seminar(研讨会) by holding up a $20 bill in the room of 200. He asked,who would like this $20 bill. Hands started going up. He said, "I'm going to give this $20 to one of you, but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple(弄皱) the $20 note up. He then asked, "who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. "Well," he replied, "what if I do this?" He dropped it on the ground, and started to ground into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now, crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air. "My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson no matter what I did to the money, you still want it. Because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20." Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make, and circumstances that come away. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what happened, or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finally creased, you are still priceless to those who love you. The worst of your lives comes not in what we do, or who we know, but by who we are. You are special. Don't ever forget it. 短篇英语阅读文章：Love your mother Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute and show appreciation to the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother. There's no substitute for her. Cherish every single moment. Though at times she may not be the best of friends, she may not agree to our thoughts, she is still your mother! Your mother will be there for you, to listen to your woes your brags your frustrations, etc. Ask yourself "Have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her 'blues' of working in the kitchen, her tiredness?" Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect, though you may have a different view from hers. Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left. Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart. Love her more than you love yourself. Life is meaningless without her. 短篇英语阅读文章：Mum and growing days Those Teenage Years When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the different movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a row. When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house. When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste. When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."
提升英语阅读能力是我们学习英语的关键，下面我为大家带来英语阅读小文章，希望大家喜欢!
The expensive shops in a famous arcade near Piccadilly were just opening. At this time of the morning, the arcade was almost empty. Mr Taylor, the owner of a jewellery shop was admiring a new window display. Two of his assistants had been working busily since 8 o'clock and had only just finished. Diamond necklaces and rings had been beautifully arranged on a background of black velvet. After gazing at the display for several minutes, Mr Taylor went back into his shop.
The silence was suddenly broken when a large car, with its headlights on and its horn blaring, roared down the arcade. It came to a stop outside the jeweler's. One man stayed at the wheel while two others with black stockings over their faces jumped out and smashed the window of the shop with iron bars. While this was going on, Mr Taylor was upstairs. He and his staff began throwing furniture out of the window. Chairs and tables went flying into the arcade. One of the thieves was struck by a heavy statue, but he was too busy helping himself to diamonds to notice any pain. The raid was all over in three minutes, for the men scrambled back into the car and it moved off at a fantastic speed. Just as it was leaving, Mr Taylor rushed out and ran after it throwing ashtrays and vases, but it was impossible to stop the thieves. They had got away with thousands of pounds worth of diamonds.
皮卡迪利大街附近的一条著名拱廊街道上，几家高档商店刚刚开始营业。在早晨的这个时候，拱廊街上几乎空无一人。珠宝店主泰勒先生正在欣赏新布置的橱窗。他手下两名店员从早上8点就开始忙碌，这时刚刚布置完毕。钻石项链、戒指漂亮地陈列在黑色丝绒上面。泰勒先生站在橱窗外凝神欣赏了几分钟就回到了店里。
宁静突然被打破，一辆大轿车亮着前灯，响着喇叭，呼啸着冲进了拱廊街，在珠宝店门口停了下来。一人留在驾驶座上，另外两个用黑色长筒丝袜蒙面的人跳下车来。他们用铁棒把商店橱窗的玻璃砸碎。这开始发生时，泰勒先生正在楼上。他与店员动手向窗外投掷家具，椅子，桌子飞落花流水在拱廊街上。一个窃贼被一尊很重的雕像击中，但由于他忙着抢钻石首饰，竟连疼痛都顾不上了。这场抢劫只持续了3分钟，因为窃贼争先恐后地爬上轿车，以惊人的速度开跑了。就在轿车离开的时候，泰勒先生从店里冲了出来，跟在车后追赶，一边还往车上扔烟灰缸、花瓶。但他已无法抓住那些窃贼了。他们已带着价值数千镑的首饰逃之夭夭了。
Yesterday afternoon Frank Hawkins was telling me about his experiences as a young man. Before he retired, Frank was the head of a very large business company, but as a boy he used to work in a small shop. It was his job to repair bicycles and at that time he used to work fourteen hours a day. He saved money for years and in 1958 he bought a small workshop of his own. In his twenties Frank used to make spare parts for aeroplanes. At that time he had two helpers. In a few years the small workshop had become a large factory which employed seven hundred and twenty-eight people. Frank smiled when he remembered his hard early years and the long road to success. He was still smiling when the door opened and his wife came in. She wanted him to repair their grandson's bicycle!
昨天下午弗兰克·霍金斯向我讲述了他年轻时的经历。在他退休之前，弗兰克是一家非常大的事务公司头，但作为一个男孩，他曾经工作在一个小商店。他的工作是修理自行车，那时他一天工作十四小时。他积蓄多年，并在1958他买了属于自己的小作坊。在他二十几岁的弗兰克曾生产飞机零配件。那时他有两个帮手。在几年的小作坊已经成为一个雇用七百二十八人的大工厂。弗兰克回想着他早年的艰难经历和走过的漫长的成功之路。他正笑着的时候，门开了，他的妻子走了进来。她叫他去修理他们孙子的自行车!
Nearly a week passed before the girl was able to explain what had happened to her. One afternoon she set out from the coast in a small boat and was caught in a storm. Towards evening, the boat struck a rock and the girl jumped into the sea. Then she swam to the shore after spending the whole night in the water. During that time she covered a distance of eight miles. Early next morning, she saw a light ahead. She knew she was near the shore because the light was high up on the cliffs. On arriving at the shore, the girl struggled up the cliff towards the light she had seen. That was all she remembered. When she woke up a day later, she found herself in hospital.
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英语阅读精选文章
学习英语需要每天积累，除了积累单词之外，还有就是文章了。以下是网我整理的关于英语阅读的精选文章，供同学们阅读。
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.