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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, D.C. 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
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散文 凭借精巧的谋篇布局,巧妙的措辞选景,来渲染气氛,创造意境,从而体现出它独特的风格。下面是我带来的英语优秀 文章 摘抄,欢迎阅读!英语优秀文章摘抄篇一 A Lesson In Life 人生物语 Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there,they serve some sort of purpose,to teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be - your roommate,neighbor,professor,long lost friend,lover or even a complete stranger who,when you lock eyes with them,you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you and at the time they may seem horrible,painful and unfair,but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles,you would have never realized your potential,strength,will power or heart. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness,injury,love,lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity - all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests,if they be events,illnesses or relationships,life would be like a smoothly paved,straight,flat road to nowhere. Safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life and the successes and downfalls you experience - they are the ones who create who you are. Even the bad experiences can be learned from. Those lessons are the hardest and probably the most important ones. If someone hurts you,betrays you or breaks your heart,forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to. If someone loves you,love them back unconditionally,not only because they love you,but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them. Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can,for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people you have never talked to before,and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love,break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself,for if you don‘t believe in yourself,no one else will believe in you either. You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it. “People are like tea bags - you have to put them in hot water before you know how strong they are.'' 英语优秀文章摘抄篇二 老爸(Dad) The first memory I have of him—of anything,really—is his strength. It was in the late afternoon in a house under construction near ours. The unfinished wood floor had large,terrifying holes whose yawning[张大嘴] darkness I knew led to nowhere good. His powerful hands,then age 33,wrapped all the way around my tiny arms,then age 4,and easily swung[摇摆] me up to his shoulders to command all I surveyed. 我对他——实际上是对所有事的最初记忆,就是他的力量。那是一个下午的晚些时候,在一所靠近我家的正在修建的房子里,尚未完工的木地板上有一个个巨大可怕的洞,那些张着大口的黑洞在我看来是通向不祥之处的。时年33岁的爸爸用那强壮有力的双手一把握住我的小胳膊,当时我才4岁,然后轻而易举地把我甩上他的肩头,让我把一切都尽收眼底。 The relationship between a son and his father changes over time. It may grow and flourish[繁茂] in mutual maturity[成熟]. It may sour in resented dependence or independence. With many children living in single-parent homes today,it may not even exist. 父子间的关系是随着岁月的流逝而变化的,它会在彼此成熟的过程中成长兴盛,也会在令人不快的依赖或独立的关系中产生不和。而今许多孩子生活在单亲家庭中,这种关系可能根本不存在。 But to a little boy right after World War II,a father seemed a god with strange strengths and uncanny[离奇的] powers enabling him to do and know things that no mortal could do or know. Amazing things,like putting a bicycle chain back on,just like that. Or building a hamster[仓鼠] cage.Or guiding a jigsaw[拼板玩具] so it forms the letter F;I learned the alphabet[字母表] that way in those pre-television days. 然而,对于一个生活在二战刚刚结束时期的小男孩来说,父亲就像神,他拥有神奇的力量和神秘的能力,他无所不能,无所不知。那些奇妙的事儿有上自行车链条,或是建一个仓鼠笼子,或是教我玩拼图玩具,拼出个字母“F”来。在那个电视机还未诞生的年代,我便是通过这种 方法 学会了字母表的。 There were,of course,rules to learn. First came the handshake. None of those fishy[冷冰冰的] little finger grips,but a good firm squeeze accompanied by an equally strong gaze into the other‘s eyes.“The first thing anyone knows about you is your handshake,”he would say. And we’d practice it each night on his return from work,the serious toddler in the battered[用旧了的] Cleveland Indian‘s cap running up to the giant father to shake hands again and again until it was firm enough. 当然,还得学些做人的道理。首先是握手。这可不是指那种冷冰冰的手指相握,而是一种非常坚定有力的紧握,同时同样坚定有力地注视对方的眼睛。老爸常说:“人们认识你首先是通过同你握手。”每晚他下班回家时,我们便练习握手。年幼的我,戴着顶破克利夫兰印第安帽,一本正经地跌跌撞撞地跑向巨人般的父亲,开始我们的握手。一次又一次,直到握得坚定,有力。 As time passed,there were other rules to learn.“Always do your best.”“Do it now.”“Never lie!”And most importantly,“You can do whatever you have to do.”By my teens,he wasn‘t telling me what to do anymore,which was scary[令人害怕的] and heady[使人兴奋的] at the same time. He provided perspective,not telling me what was around the great corner of life but letting me know there was a lot more than just today and the next,which I hadn’t thought of. 随着时间的流逝,还有许多其他的道理要学。比如:“始终尽力而为”,“从现在做起”,“永不撒谎”,以及最重要的一条:“凡是你必须做的事你都能做到”。当我十几岁时,老爸不再叫我做这做那,这既令人害怕又令人兴奋。他教给我判断事物的方法。他不是告诉我,在人生的重大转折点上将发生些什么,而是让我明白,除了今天和明天,还有很长的路要走,这一点我是从未考虑过的。 One day,I realize now,there was a change. I wasn‘t trying to please him so much as I was trying to impress him. I never asked him to come to my football games. He had a high-pressure career,and it meant driving through most of Friday night. But for all the big games,when I looked over at the sideline,there was that familiar fedora. And by God,did the opposing team captain ever get a firm handshake and a gaze he would remember. 有一天,事情发生了变化,这是我现在才意识到的。我不再那么迫切地想要取悦于老爸,而是迫切地想要给他留下深刻的印象。我从未请他来看我的 橄榄球 赛。他工作压力很大,这意味着每个礼拜五要拼命干大半夜。但每次大型比赛,当我抬头环视看台时,那顶熟悉的软呢帽总在那儿。并且感谢上帝,对方队长总能得到一次让他铭记于心的握手——坚定而有力,伴以同样坚定的注视。 Then,a school fact contradicted something he said. Impossible that he could be wrong,but there it was in the book. These accumulated over time,along with personal experiences,to buttress my own developing sense of values. And I could tell we had each taken our own,perfectly normal paths. 后来,在学校学到的一个事实否定了老爸说过的某些东西。他不可能会错的,可书上却是这样写的。诸如此类的事日积月累,加上我的个人阅历,支持了我逐渐成形的价值观。我可以这么说:我俩开始各走各的阳关道了。 I began to see,too,his blind spots,his prejudices[偏见] and his weaknesses. I never threw these up at him. He hadn‘t to me,and,anyway,he seemed to need protection. I stopped asking his advice;the experiences he drew from no longer seemed relevant to the decisions I had to make. 与此同时,我还开始发现他对某些事的无知,他的偏见,他的弱点。我从未在他面前提起这些,他也从未在我面前说起,而且,不管怎么说,他看起来需要保护了。我不再向他征求意见;他的那些 经验 也似乎同我要做出的决定不再相干。 He volunteered advice for a while. But then,in more recent years,politics and issues gave way to talk of empty errands and,always,to ailments. 老爸当了一段时间的“自愿顾问”,但后来,特别是近几年里,他谈话中的政治与国家大事让位给了空洞的使命与疾病。 From his bed,he showed me the many sores and scars on his misshapen body and all the bottles for medicine.“Sometimes,”he confided[倾诉],“I would just like to lie down and go to sleep and not wake up.” 躺在床上,他给我看他那被岁月扭曲了的躯体上的疤痕,以及他所有的药瓶儿。他倾诉着:“有时我真想躺下睡一觉,永远不再醒来。” After much thought and practice(“You can do whatever you have to do.”),one night last winter,I sat down by his bed and remembered for an instant those terrifying dark holes in another house 35 years before. I told my fatherhow much I loved him. I described all the things people were doing for him. But,I said,he kept eating poorly,hiding in his room and violating the doctor‘s orders. No amount of love could make someone else care about life,I said;it was a two-way street. He wasn’t doing his best. The decision was his. 通过深思熟虑与亲身体验(“凡是你必须做的事你都能做到”),去年冬天的一个夜晚,我坐在老爸床边,忽然想起35年前那另一栋房子里可怕的黑洞。我告诉老爸我有多爱他。我向他讲述了人们为他所做的一切。而我又说,他总是吃得太少,躲在房间里,还不听医生的劝告。我说,再多的爱也不能使一个人自己去热爱生命:这是一条双行道,而他并没有尽力,一切都取决于他自己。 He said he knew how hard my words had been to say and how proud he was of me.“I had the best teacher,”I said.“You can do whatever you have to do.”He smiled a little. And we shook hands,firmly,for the last time. 他说他明白要我说出这些话多不容易,他是多么为我自豪。“我有位最好的老师,”我说,“凡是你必须做的事你都能做到”。他微微一笑,之后我们握手,那是一次坚定的握手,也是最后的一次。 Several days later,at about 4 A.M.,my mother heard Dad shuffling[拖着] about their dark room.“I have some things I have to do,”he said. He paid a bundle of bills. He composed for my mother a long list of legal and financial what-to-do‘s“in case of emergency.”And he wrote me a note. 几天后,大约凌晨四点,母亲听到父亲拖着脚步在他们漆黑的房间里走来走去。他说:“有些事我必须得做。”他支付了一叠帐单,给母亲留了张长长的条子,上面列有法律及经济上该做的事,“以防不测”。接着他留了封短信给我。 Then he walked back to his bed and laid himself down. He went to sleep,naturally. And he did not wake up. 然后,他走回自己的床边,躺下。他睡了,十分安详,再也没有醒来。 英语优秀文章摘抄篇三 Picasso And Me (毕加索和我) This is the 50th anniversary of the day I crossed paths with Pablo Picasso. It came about in a strange way. I had written a column showing how absurd some of my mail had become. One letter was from Philadelphia. It was written by a Temple University student named Harvey Brodsky. Harvey said he was in love with a girl named Gloria Segall,and he hoped to marry her someday. She claimed to be the greatest living fan of Picasso. The couple went to a Picasso exhibit and,to impress her,Harvey told Gloria that he could probably get the artist‘s autograph. Harvey‘s letter continued,“Since that incident,Gloria and I have stopped seeing each other. I did a stupid thing and she threw me out and told me she never wanted to see me again. “I‘m writing to you because I’m not giving up on Gloria. Could you get Picasso‘s autograph for me?If you could,I have a feeling Gloria and I could get back together. The futures of two young people depend on it. I know she is miserable without me and I without her. Everything depends on you.” At the end of the letter,he said,“I,Harvey Brodsky,do solemnly swear that any item received by me from Art Buchwald(namely,Pablo Picasso‘s autograph)will never be sold or given to anyone except Miss Gloria Segall.” I printed the letter in my column to show how ridiculous my mail was. When it appeared,David Duncan,a photographer,was with Picasso in Cannes and Duncan translated it for Picasso. Picasso was very moved,and he took out his crayons and drew a beautiful color sketch for Gloria Segall and signed it. Duncan called and told me the good news. I said,“The heck with Gloria Segall,what about me?” David explained this to Picasso and in crayons he drew a picture of the two of us together,holding a glass of wine,and wrote on the top,“Pour Art Buchwald.” By this time,the Associated Press had picked up the story and followed through on the delivery of the picture to Gloria Segall. When it arrived special delivery in Philadelphia,Gloria took one look and said,“Harvey and I will always be good friends.” If you‘re wondering how the story ends,Harvey married somebody else,and so did Gloria. The Picasso hangs in Gloria’s living room. It was a story that caught the imagination of people all over the world. I received lots of letters after the column was published. My favorite came from an art dealer in New York,who wrote: “I can find you as many unhappy couples in New York City as you can get Picasso sketches. Two girls I know are on the verge of suicide if they don‘t hear from Picasso,and I know several couples in Greenwich Village who are in the initial stages of divorce. Please wire me how many you need. We both stand to make a fortune.” Another letter,from Bud Grossman in London,said,“My wife threatens to leave me unless I can get her Khrushchev‘s autograph. She would like it signed on a Russian sable coat.”
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美文欣赏:我决定从此过上幸福的生活
It was many years ago. I was a young dad sitting on the couch reading a fairy tale to my little girl. She sat next to me with her head on my arm as I told the tale. When it came to the end I finished with those famous words: "And they lived happily ever after." As I looked over to her with her wavy, brown hair and big, innocent eyes I could see the smile on her face and I never wanted it to end. It dawned on me then that the ending of the book was what I wanted for her. I wanted her to "live happily ever after."
很多年前我还是个年轻的爸爸,坐在沙发上给小女儿讲童话故事。她坐在我身边,头枕在我胳膊上听我讲故事。故事的最后我用那句经典的话作结束语:“从此他们过上了幸福的生活。”我看着她,她有着卷曲的棕色头发和大大的、天真的眼睛,我能从她的脸上看到微笑,我希望能永远这样看着她。那时我明白了故事的结尾也是我对她的期望,我希望她“从此过上幸福的生活。”
Still, deep in my heart I knew that this couldn't always be so. I knew that there would be times when her heart was broken. I knew there would be times when she cried in grief and I couldn't comfort her. I knew there would be times when all she felt was fear, sadness, sorrow, and despair. As I stroked her hair and smiled at her I hoped that those times would be brief and that she would have joy in her life more often than not. Living happily ever after, though, seemed out of the question.
然而内心深处我知道现实并非总能如我所愿。我知道有时她会伤心;我知道有时她会伤心地哭泣,而我却不能给她安慰;我知道有时她只会感到恐惧、伤心、懊悔和绝望。我抚摸着她的头发,对她微笑,我希望那些时刻都能很快过去,希望她的生活中更多的是快乐,然而,从此过上幸福生活似乎是不可能的。
It took me a lot of years to realize that it IS possible to live happily ever after. You just have to do it "one day at a time." Happiness you see isn't some reward that you get at the end of your journey. Happiness isn't something dependent on what life hands you. Happiness is something you create in your life choice by choice and day by day.
很多年以后我才意识到从此过上幸福生活是可以实现的。你只需要“认真过好每一天”。你看到的幸福并非你人生旅程最终的奖励,幸福不是取决于生活赐予你什么,而是你日复一日通过一个个选择在生活中创造出来的。
The truth is happiness comes when you love. Love is a gift from God. It is love that mends broken hearts. It is love that heals grief. It is love that gives us joy. Choose to "live happily ever after, one day at a time."
事实是幸福就是付出爱时的体验,爱是上帝恩赐的礼物。只有爱才能修复受伤的心灵;只有爱才能抚平伤痛;只有爱才能给我们带来快乐。选择“从此过上幸福的生活,过好每一天。”
美文欣赏:想逃离现在的生活追寻自由
Have you ever gone on vacation and said to yourself, “I could live here?” On a trip to Jamaica, Kalisa Martin entertained that idea —and actually went through with it.
你是否曾经旅行过并告诉你自己:“我能住在这里”?在去牙买加的一次旅途中,卡丽萨·马汀思考了这个想法——也事实上将它完成了。
It was during a lingering and nasty New York City winter in March 2014. Martin and her boyfriend Jeff Belizaire decided to escape the snow by taking a last-minute getaway to Jamaica.
那是在2014年三月纽约市一个漫长而恶劣的冬季期间。马汀和她的男朋友杰夫·贝利泽尔突发奇想决定马上跑去牙买加躲避雪天。
At the time, Martin had a dream job in the New York culinary world: brand director at Tasting Table, a digital destination for culinary enthusiasts. She also appeared on national television shows like Good Morning America.
在那时,马汀在纽约的烹饪界有着一份理想的工作:Tasting Table的品牌主理人,这是一家美食热爱者的线上聚集地。她同时也在国家电视节目如《早安美国》中出现过。
But there was something about that trip that spoke to Martin — profoundly.
但是,有关那趟旅程的什么东西深深地印在了马汀的内心。
“That long weekend, the idea of the B&B concept came up and we thought, ‘Why not?’It could happen, and it could happen right here in Jamaica,”said 30-year-old Martin. “That was the first time we seriously considered the idea.”
“在那个漫长的周末里,“床加早餐”理念(一种旅店形式)的想法蹦了出来,我们想着‘为什么不呢?’那是有可能发生的,而且有可能就发生在这儿,在牙买加,”30岁的马汀说道。“那是我们第一次认真考虑这个想法。”
Within four months Martin had quit her job and was on her way to Jamaica with Belizaire to create The Runaway, a bed-and-breakfast that has grown into a lifestyle travel brand.
在四个月里,马汀辞了职,并和贝利泽尔踏上了去牙买加创造The Runaway的道路,一个有着“床加早餐”理念的想法开始成为一个生活方式旅游品牌。
“We ran away from the cold and the typical 9-5 to follow our dreams and create this new life,”says Martin.
“我们从寒冷与典型的朝九晚五中逃离出来追寻我们的梦,并创造了这个全新的生活,”马汀说。
And this isn’t your average bed-and-breakfast. The Runaway Jamaica is the first successfully funded B&B on Kickstarter. Backers donated almost $47,000 to help bring the property to life.
这也并非只是典型的“床加早餐”。The Runaway Jamaica是第一家成功在Kickstarter上得到资助的“床加早餐”理念的品牌。支持者们捐献了将近47000美元来帮助它成为现实。
美文欣赏:这就是信仰的力量
As we slowly drove down the street on that cold December evening we spotted the porch light. "This must be the house." I told our "Positive Teens In Action" group. We pulled up in front of an older home with the porch light glowing. We gathered up our song books, walked up the steps, and knocked on the door. We heard a faint voice from inside say, “Come on in. The door is open." We opened the door.
在那个寒冷的12月份的夜晚我们开车在路上慢慢行驶时看到了门廊的灯光,我跟我们这个“积极行动的青年小队”说:“一定就是这家了。”我们把车停在一栋旧房子前,门廊灯光很亮。我们拿出歌集,走上台阶敲了敲门,听到里面传来一个虚弱的声音:“进来吧,门开着呢”,我们推开了门。
There in a rocking chair sat an elderly woman with a big smile on her face. "I've been expecting you." she said weakly. Ruth was one of our Meals On Wheels stops I had arranged; along with the usual church members who enjoyed carolers. We handed Ruth the basket of goodies the teens had assembled earlier that evening. Then I asked Ruth what carols she would like to hear. Ruth's face was beaming as she joined in singing each song.
摇椅上坐着一位老太太,脸上带着灿烂的笑容,她虚弱地说:“我一直盼着你们来。”Ruth的家是我安排的上门送餐服务的一站,和我们一起来的还有喜欢唱圣歌的常去教堂的人。我们递给Ruth一篮子美味的食物,都是我们这些年轻人那天晚上提前装好的。然后我问Ruth她想听什么圣诞颂歌,她跟着唱每首歌时脸上都洋溢着笑容。
As we hugged Ruth good-bye she said to me with tears glistening in her eyes, “The day you called I was still in bed. I had just finished praying. I asked God if it would be possible to have some Christmas Carolers come to my home and sing this year. Thank you for being the answer to my Christmas prayer."
我们跟Ruth拥抱说再见时,她眼睛里闪着泪光对我说:“你打电话那天我还躺在床上,刚刚做完祷告,我问上帝今年能否让唱圣诞颂歌的人来我家唱颂歌。感谢你使我梦想成真。”
Wow, what an awesome experience to have the opportunity to be the answer to someone's Christmas prayer.
哇哦,能使别人的祷告得以实现是多棒的一次经历呀。
Bible Text: When you pray, go to your room, close the door, and pray to your Father who is unseen. And your Father, who sees what you do in private, will reward you. Matthew 6:6
《圣经》原文:祈祷时要去房间里,关上门向无形的上帝祈祷,上帝看见你在秘密祈祷,就会回报给你。马太福音6:6
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第一篇:I'm Tong tong ,I'm 12 years old .There are three people in my family ----my father ,my mother and I .In summer, I like swimming. In fall, I like flying kites . In winter , I like making a snowman . In spring , I like planting trees.I like singing and dancing . Can you tell me , what about you. 第二篇:I am Li Kai. I was bron in 1995,that is to say , I am eleven years old this year. I am a pupil from Class3 ,Grade 6 in the primary school.Myfavourite persons are teachers.Because they teach us knowledge. Teachers let us understand the world. 第三篇:我的英语老师My English Teacher In my life, Ms. Wang is the most important person to me. Her teaching skills are diverse. In class, she usually uses games and posters. She works hard for us. When other teachers rest, she still keeps working and working. When we are mischievous, 第四篇:Save Water 保护水资源 Water is very important for us. We must drink water everyday. We can’t live without water. Water is everywhere around us. At home, we use water to wash clothes, to wash dishes, to cook rice, to clean the flat, to have showers, to make drinks, to cle 第五篇:I like Chinese New Year very much. I can meet many many friends in my family. I like them very much. We sit together to have dinner, I like the food, it's very nice. Do you know what is lucky money? It is the money children get from aunt and uncles, grandpa grandma. I've got a lot this year! I love Chinese New Year. I hope you will like it too. 第六篇:I have a small bedroom.There are only a small bed,a small desk and a small chair in the room.And there is a beautiful doll on my blue bed.Everyday I do my homework,read books and play games with the doll in my bedroom.It is small,but it gives me much happiness. 第七篇:My father is a tall and handsome man.He is a policeman. Everyday he comes back home very late,because he must help the others.He doesn't have time to examine my homework and take me to the park.But I like my father,because he is a good policeman. 第八篇:There is a park near my home.There are a lot of beautiful trees,flowers and birds in the park.So many people go to the park to enjoy their weekends.They like walking or having a picnic in the park.But I like flying a kite with my sisiter there. 第九篇:Japan was fun. It was very cool and windy. We flew kites in the park. I bought a watch there. I wanted to buy more, but I didn't have money. The gardens there were beautiful. I very liked the gardens . The japan department stores were too big. I couldn't find Mom. The food was delicious. We ate a lot of fish。 I also liked the vegetables and cake there. I hope I can go to Japan one more time. 第十篇:Last Sunday, I visited my grandmother. We listened to music and planted flowers. I counted the flowers. There were ten.. Then I helped my grandmother cook lunch. When we finished, I washed the dishes and she cleaned the kitchen. In the evening, I watched TV and played the violin at home, It was fun.
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