时间:2021-03-11 09:22:51 经典美文 我要投稿




  美文赏析:Sand and Stone 沙子和石头【1】



  The story goes that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.


  The one who got slapped felt hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: Today my best friend slapped me in the face.


  They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.


  After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: quot;Today my best friend saved my life.


  The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. Why?


  The other friend replied: quot;When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.


  美文欣赏:Holding the hands of time 牵着时光的手【2】

  有人说,一旦开始喜欢回忆,那人便老去了。你觉得呢?! 时光如流水,别把太多的时间用在回忆过去,牵着时光的手,一起勇敢前进吧,因为路在前方!

  Holding the hands of time


  Blow-off vision of the rain, so that you are left with a brilliant rainbow.Shuttle time in my fingers, without any regrets, open stemmed bloom ripples. Blunt rolling thick liquid eternal, but you and I, were dispersed in which period of Acacia leaves.


  Inexplicable always feel like the time within the next few precious memories will be stripped from me, more than once dreamed that his standing in a dark empty space, only one track at the foot stretch into thedistance, such as the long past your time and ultimately disappear In myfield of vision at the end.


  I am afraid to lose, I fear this time, and I love it but memories. I could not forget the sweat on the pitch with the sway of the brothers, forget accompany me cry close friend, and forget the bright Star of that everynight, and those words have touched me deeply.


  Those people, those things, such as bursts of light rain in the lake left ring Watermark four dispersed to each other to melt each other's impact; if the horizon is still experiencing Qianwanyinian quiet shining star, notvery bright, but clearly made . - They do not know how much to spend withme during the day bright and silent night.


  In my memory, the third year is not gray, because I remember thoseblessings are not what love is bearing fruit, I still remember holding alot of my friends and I hope to see sunrise and sunset, finally it isyellow everywhere.


  Youth is the eye lotus spring, third year is that this eye expansion of bubbling spring season. I, however, a strong smell in the bubble years of the Problem taste. I do not exclude these, but too much pressure to do away much fun. Unfortunately, after the college entrance examination, even the pressure would become the memories, be my third year living memory of the dead evidence. In the time before we are so powerless, the only left on just the eye springs, and we have no regrets of the oath, I hope day after day, year after year, when I re-turn to this page , people still.


  I have seen one another chilling words: Some people say that once you start like the memories of those people will get old. I only admit mature, do not believe they have been growing old. My friends are growing up day by day, and was young and the mature, how can I not had time to grow on the outline of the first to hoary?


  "Heaven Rain in green and so on, and I am waiting for you, the moonlight was recovered, the faint opened the outcome." Jay melancholy voice has been completely different from the business for the time Sentimental, Bard will be the years the pace of a camel inscribed into the blue and white porcelain in that respect.


  Our future? Friends ah, I will time the other end, waiting for you.


  英语美文 A story happened on an island 孤岛上的故事【3】

  A Story Happened on An Uninhabited Island

  The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

  Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.

  The worst had happened; everything was lost.

  He was stunned with grief and anger. "God how could you do this to me!" he cried.

  Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

  It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad.

  But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

  Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.

  For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has a positive answer for it .

  英语美文 A boy and his apple tree 男孩和苹果树

  Long ago, there was a huge apple tree.A little boy love to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow…he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

  Time went by…the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

  One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked. "Come and play with me ," the tree asked the boy . "I am no longer a kid,I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys.I need money to buy them."

  "Sorry, butI don't have money…but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

  One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me," the tree said.

  "I don't have time to play. Ihave to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, butI don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house."So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily."

  The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

  One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me," the tree said.

  "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail faraway and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat.

  He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

  Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry,my boy. ButI don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you…“the tree said.

  "I don't have teeth to bite," the boy replied.

  "No more trunk for you to climb on." "I am too old for that now."the boy said.

  "I really want to give you something…the only thing left is my dying roots," the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now,just a place to rest. I am tired after all these year," the boy replied.

  "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come,come sit down with me and rest," the boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...











  10、欣赏那漫天飞舞的雪花 ,那是很美的一种享受。一日,适逢窗外落雪。偶读一首咏雪诗,觉得其意境不错,颇受感染。微风摇庭树,细雪下帘隙。萦空如雾转,凝阶似花积。不见杨柳春,徒看桂枝白。零泪无人道,相思空何益?那次下的雪虽说不上细雪,但细品诗中佳境,亦引发胸中无数感慨。那雪花儿,在空中旋转着,飘舞着,虽不似雾,但却像一群神奇的精灵。他们在阳台外边的边角处堆积着,相应了诗中的“似花积”三字。当时我就想了,过去那些士大夫之族,他们为什么那么喜欢雪啊?是啊!热血男儿,难免心存报国之志,然而,朝堂之上,仁君之侧,又难免有宵小之辈,所以说,报国路上,难免有重重阻碍。因此那些正直向上的热血男儿他们就喜欢雪,憧憬像雪一样质朴。纯真的仁人义士,国家良才。