When we were young, we had dreams and expectations. We imagine things; we keep thinking about what we want to be, what we want to do, what makes us proud and happy and what will we become.
We grew up, and things seemed like having their own way. We accept our success or failures and we move on. The rapid change, the need to do the urgent things, the works, the pressures and the failures, all kill part of our visions.
Things have changed, but they cannot really take away the dreams. We still have to dream on, to visualize our desires, our wants, our vision of our future, even when we are considered too old for such things.
Cornell Sanders started his business when he was sixty, and started the whole successful KFC business. The main thing is not the age whether being too old, or too young, but it is the desire to dream on, and the courage to realize it.
The ability to dream on is one of the fine qualities of human race that other species do not possess. So dream on, and put a deadline: make it a giant dream, a tiny one, an old everlasting one, a new-found one, a hobby-related one, a change of life one, a religious one, a stupid one, a stroke of genius one, or just whatever... just continue to dream on... Then, Just Go and Do It!
The one American industry unaffeted by the general depression of trade is the beauty industry. American women continue to spend on their faces and bodies as much as they spent before the coming of the slump--about three million pounds a week. These facts and figures are 'official', and can be accepted as being substantially true.
The modern cult of beauty is not exclusively a function of wealth. If it were, then the personal appearance industries would have been as hit by the trade depression as any other business. But, as we have seen, they have not suffered．Women are retrenching on other things than their faces.
Women, it is obvious, are freer than in the past. Freer not only to perform the generally unenviable social functions hithero reserved to the male, but also freer to exercise the more pleasing, feminine privilege of being attractive. The fortunes are made justly by face-cream manufacturers and beauty-specialists, by the sellers of rubber reducing-belts and massage machines, by the patentees of hair-lotions and the authors of books on the culture of the abdomen.
It is a success in so far as more women retain their youthful appearance to a greater age than in the past. The Portrait of the Artist's Mother will come to be almost indisinguishable, at future picture shows, from the Portrai of the Artist's Daughter. The success is part due to skin foods and injections of paraffin-wax, facial surgery, mud baths, and paint, and in part due to impoved health. So for some people, the campaign for more beauty is also a compaign for more health. Beauty that is merely the artificial shadow of these symptoms of heslth is intrinsically of poorer quality than the genuine article. Still, it is a sufficiently good imitation to be sometimes mistakable for the real thing. Every middle-in-come preson can afford the cosmetic apparatus and more knowledge of the way in which real herlth can be achieved is being universally aced upon. When that happy moment comes, will every woman be beautiful-as beautiful, at any rate, as the natural shape of her features? The answer is apparent: No,for real beauty is as much an affair of the inner as of the outer self.
Everybody has blue days. These are miserable days when you feel lousy, grumpy, lonely, and utterly exhausted. Days when you feel small and insignificant, when everything seems just out of reach. You can’t rise to the occasion. Just getting started seems impossible. On blue days you can become paranoid that everyone is out to get you. This is not always such a bad thing. You feel frustrated and anxious, which can induce a nail-biting frenzy that can escalate into a triple-chocolate-mud-cake-eating frenzy in a blink of an eye! On blue days you feel like you’re floating in an ocean of sadness. You’re about to burst into tears at any moment and you don’t even know why. Ultimately, you feel like you’re wandering through life without purpose. You’re not sure how much longer you can hang on, and you feel like shouting,“Will someone please shoot me!”It doesn’t take much to bring on a blue day. You might just wake up not feeling or looking your best, find some new wrinkles, put on a little weight, or get a huge pimple on your nose. You could forget your date’s name or have an embarrassing photograph published. You might get dumped, divorced, or fired, make a fool of yourself in public, be afflicted with a demeaning nickname, or just have a plain old bad-hair day. Maybe work is a pain in the butt. You’re under major pressure to fill someone else’s shoes, your boss is picking on you, and everyone in the office is driving you crazy. You might have a splitting headache, or a slipped dish, bad breath, a toothache, chronic gas, dry lips, or a nasty ingrown toenail. Whatever the reason, you’re convinced that someone up there doesn’t like you. Oh what to do, what to do?
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours, but always we
were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set up thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances.What events, what experiences,what What associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize shar*** the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry,” most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future, when we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty task, hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation ap*** to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sound hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, as not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
Half the people on our streets look as though life was a sorry business. It is hard to find a happy looking man or woman. Worry is the cause of their woebegone appearance. Worry makes the wrinkles; worry cuts the deep, down-glancing lines on the face; worry is the worst disease of our modern times. Care is contagious; it is hard work being cheerful at a funeral, and it is a good deal harder to keep the frown from your face when you are in the throng of the worry worn ones. Yet, we have no right to be dispensers of gloom; no matter how heavy our loads may seem to be we have no right to throw their burden on others nor even to cast the shadow of them on other hearts. Anxiety is instability. Fret steals away force. He who dreads tomorrow trembles today. Worry is weakness. The successful men may be always wide-awake, but they never worry. Fret and fear are like fine sand, thrown into life's delicate mechanism; they cause more than half the friction; they steal half the power. Cheer is strength. Nothing is so well done as that which is done heartily, and nothing is so heartily done as that which is done happily. Be happy, is an injunction not impossible of fulfillment. Pleasure may be an accident; but happiness comes in definite ways. It is the casting out of our foolish fears that we may have room for a few of our common joys. It is the telling our worries to wait until we get through appreciating our blessings. Take a deep breath, raise your chest, lift your eyes from the ground, look up and think how many things you have for which to be grateful, and you will find a smile growing where one may long have been unknown. Take the right kind of thought―for to take no thought would be sin―but take the calm, unanxious thought of your business, your duties, your difficulties, your disappointments and all the things that once have caused you fear, and you will find yourself laughing at most of them.
——初中晨读美文英语摘抄 (菁华5篇)
"Everything happens for the best," my mother saidwhenever faced disappointment. "If you can carryon, one day something good will happen. And you'llrealize that it wouldn't have happened if not for thatprevious disappointment. " Mother was right, as Idiscovered after graduating from college in 1932. Ihad decided to try for a job in radio, then work myway up to sports announcer. I hitchhiked to Chicagoand knocked on the door of every station -and got turned down every time.
In one studio, a kind lady told me that big stations couldn't risk hiring inexperienced person. "Go out in the sticks and find a small station that'll give you a chance," she said.
I thumbed home to Dixon, Illinois. While there was no radio-announcing jobs in Dixon, myfather said Montgomery Ward had opened a store and wanted a local athlete to manage itssports department. Since Dixon was where I had played high school football, I applied. The jobsounded just right for me. But I wasn't hired.
My disappointment must have shown. "Everything happens for the best," Mom reminded me. Dad offered me the car to hunt for a job. I tried WOC Radio in Davenport, Iowa. The programdirector, a wonderful Scotsman named Peter MacArthur, told me they had already hired anannouncer.
As I left his office, my frustration boiled over. I asked aloud, "How can a fellow get to be asport announcer if he can't get a job in a radio station? "
I was waiting for the elevator when I heard MacArthur calling, "What was that you said aboutsports? Do you know anything about football? " Then he stood me before a microphone andasked me to broadcast an imaginary game.
On my way home, as I have many times since, I thought of my mother's words: "if you carryon, one day something good will happen. Something wouldn't have happened if not for thatprevious disappointment" I often wonder what direction my life might have taken if I'dgotten the job at Montgomery Ward.
Touch me. Don't be afraid. I can't hurt you. Go ahead and touch my smooth surface. Feel the cold, glass-like smoothness and the crevices and lines that make me what I am. Use both hands if you wish. We are more similar than you dare to believe.
抚摸我吧。别害怕。我不会伤害你。来吧，抚摸我光滑的皮肤。感觉玻璃般的冰冷与光滑，以及其中的裂缝和刮痕，感受我的存在。如果你愿意请用双手抚摸吧。我们的相似之处将超越你的想象。
Touch my face. Yes, I have a face like yours. It has weathered the centuries as yours has the years. My face portrays my evolution. Yours, the birth and death of a generation. My face has aged like yours as we have endured together the testimony of earth's elements.
抚摸我的脸。没错，我有着和你一样的面孔。我的脸随着时代的变迁而风化如同你的脸随着岁月的流逝而逐渐苍老。我的脸展示了我的世纪进程。你的, 则描绘了一生的沧桑曲折。当我们一起忍受了尘世中风雨的考验时，脸上也被刻下了岁月的痕迹！
I have eyes like yours. My inscriptions stare out at you as I search for the meaning of why we are here. I look into your eyes and see who you are. Who am I? I was formed millions of years past and now you see the results of my evolution.
我有着和你一样的眼睛。我的碑铭注视着你，仿佛在寻找生命的意义。让我透过你的双眼看看你是谁。而我又是谁？我已生存了数百年，你看到的是我最终的演变。
I can feel your hands and the sweat from your palms flow into the countless combination of the letters that make me. I know you. I have known you since I was able to breathe in the air as my smoothness began to take shape and my color matured along with natural flaws. You have known me since the days when you came to take me from my mother.
我可以感觉到你的双手，汗水从手掌流入数不清的碑文的缝隙。我认得你。从我可以呼吸，从我开始成型，从我的色彩在风的侵袭下而越变浓烈时，我就认识你。你也早已认识我，当你带我离开母亲时。
You cannot hear me. I am static and unmoving. But, I can hear your murmurs and your cries of pain and sadness. Your sons and daughters ask why? There are no answers. I am very old. I have seen everything and I am none the wiser for the pain and suffering I have witnessed since I rose from the bowels of the earth. I have witnessed the conflict, the death, the civilizations, and the societies that have come before you. Yet I remain mystified about this day.
你听不到我的声音，因为我是静止的。但我却听到了你的低声诉语，你的痛苦哀号。你的子女们问“为什么？”这没有答案。我已经老了。我看到了一切，但我承认面对自己所目睹的苦难沧桑我并不是一个智者。我目睹了战争、死亡、人类文明还有人类社会这些曾经你所经历的种种，但我依然困惑不解。
I feel sad yet alive with a purpose. I have come to know those who are now an integral part of the reason for my being here at this place and time. That purpose has become apparent as I stand before you on this day while your brethren gather to witness my reflections and the changes of light that mirror your soul.
我感到悲伤，却清楚地感受到自己存在的目的。我渐渐了解那些刻在我身上的名字，是他们让我有存在的理由。今天，当你们围聚在我身边，看那些名字在我身上的反射，而光线的变化也折射出你们的灵魂我越发清楚我存在的目的。
Motion pictures are most popular not only in the United States, but throughout the world.
Although color television and video recording are gaining greater popularity and may be threatening the future of the movies, motion pictures have somewhat managed to cope with the film crisis in the seventies and remain one of the favorite forms of entertainment of the people.
There are 11,000 motion picture theaters, or cinema, and about 4,000 outdoor "drive-ins", where people sit in their own automobiles and watch domestic and foreign films. Heavy use of the highways in the United States has resulted in the rapid development of what we call roadside business of various kinds, including outdoor movie theaters, or drive-ins, and motels. Both outdoor drive-ins and motels are usually located on main roads near cities and at seaside and other resort areas.
In a drive-in, an enormous screen is put up in an open space, and the cars are all parked facing the screen in long rows. When you have parked, you may open the car window and bring in the instrument that is being handed over to you which gives the sound that accompanies the picture, and perhaps bring in a heater, too. If it is cold, you may well shut the window again, with the sound-reproducing device inside the car, so that you can hear while watching the big screen in front of your car. Drive-in cinemas usually have some kind of cafe in the area, and you can buy Coca-Cola and coffee to drink in the car.
The first drive-in was opened on June 6, 1933 in Camden, New Jersey. Newspapers of the period suggested that the automobile movie theater was an immediate success. On the opening night it was jammed to capacity with six hundred cars. The initial advertisement didn't mention the name of the film to be shown that night, and the people didn't care. The real attraction was clearly the theater itself. Since that night, drive-ins have been welcomed by the people across the whole country.
The first day of school our professor introduced a little old lady to us.
"Why are you in college at such a young age?" I asked later. She jokingly replied, " I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we wouldleave class together and tolk nonstop. I was always listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to make a speech to our football team. I'll never forget what she taught us. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her note card on the floor. A little embarrassed she sim* said, "I'm sorry. This whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began:" We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.
Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do.The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral to honor the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
In the international marathon invitational tournament, the little-known Japanese player yamada has unexpectedly won the world championship. When the reporter asked him why he had achieved such a remarkable feat, he said: "wisdom has triumphed over our opponents."
This a yamada explained in his autobiography that he's "wisdom" : every time before the game, I have to drive circuitry of the game, read it carefully and draw more prominent signs of along the way, such as the first signs of a bank; The second sign is a big tree; The third sign is a red house, which is always drawn to the end of the race. After the game started, I raced to the first goal with the speed of 100 meters, and after reaching the first goal, I rushed to the second goal at the same speed. Forty miles of the race, I broke down into a few small goals to easily run out. At first, I did not understand this truth, I put my forty kilometers and aiming at the end of the line of the flag, the result when I ran to 10 kilometers of exhausted, I was in front of the distant journey scares.
In real life, we are do things by halves, why, often not because of difficult, but think success is too far away from us, to be exact, we don't give up because of failure, but because of who I am tired and lost.
——初中晨读英语美文 (菁华5篇)
It is well that young men should begin at the beginning and occupy the most subordinate positions. Many of the leading businessmen of Pittsburgh had a serious responsibility thrust upon them at the very threshold of their career. They were introduced to the broom, and spent the first hours of their business lives sweeping out the office. I notice we have janitors and janitresses now in offices, and our young men unfortunately miss that salutary branch of business education. But if by chance the professional sweeper is absent any morning, the boy who has the genius of the future partner in him will not hesitate to try his hand at the broom. It does not hurt the newest comer to sweep out the office if necessary. I was one of those sweepers myself.
Assuming that you have all obtained employment and are fairly started, my advice to you is “aim high”. I would not give a fig for the young man who does not already see himself the partner or the head of an important firm. Do not rest content for a moment in your thoughts as head clerk, or foreman, or general manager in any concern, no matter how extensive. Say to yourself, “My place is at the top.” Be king in your dreams.
And here is the prime condition of success, the great secret: concentrate your energy, thought, and capital exclusively upon the business in which you are engaged. Having begun in one line, resolve to fight it out on that line, to lead in it, adopt every improvement, have the best machinery, and know the most about it.
The concerns which fail are those which have scattered their capital, which means that they have scattered their brains also. They have investments in this, or that, or the other, here there, and everywhere. “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” is all wrong. I tell you to “put all your eggs in one basket, and then watch that basket.” Look round you and take notice, men who do that not often fail. It is easy to watch and carry the one basket. It is trying to carry too many baskets that breaks most eggs in this country. He who carries three baskets must put one on his head, which is apt to tumble and trip him up. One fault of the American businessman is lack of concentration.
To summarize what I have said: aim for the highest; never enter a bar room; do not touch liquor, or if at all only at meals; never speculate; never indorse beyond your surplus cash fund; make the firm’s interest yours; break orders always to save owners; concentrate; put all your eggs in one basket, and watch that basket; expenditure always within revenue; lastly, be not impatient, for as Emerson says, “no one can cheat you out of ultimate success but yourselves.”
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sign.
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world,leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water,Will you carry the burden of their lameless?
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Prometheus was a Titan ．In the war between Zeus the giants he had stood on the side of the new Olympian gods．Out of the clay he made the first man，to whom Athena gave soul and holy breath．Prometheus spent a lot of time and energy in creating the gift of fire．The fire raised man above all animals ．Later，there held a joint meeting of gods and men．
The meeting was to decide what part of burnt animals should be given to gods and what to men．Prometheus cut up an ox and divided it into two parts：under the skin he placed the fresh，and under the fat he put the bones，for he knew the selfish Zeus loved fat． Zeus saw through the trick and felt displeased at the Prometheus' favor towards men．So in a masterful way he took away the gift of fire from mankind．However，Prometheus managed to steal fire from heaven and secretly brought it down to men．Flying into an anger at this unjustified act of rebellion，Zeus let the other gods chain Prometheus to a rock on Mountain Caucasus，where a hungry eagle ever tore at his liver which ever grew again．His period of pain was to be thirty-thousand years．Prometheus faced his bitter fate firmly and never lost courage before Zeus．At last Heracles made Prometheus and Zeus restore to friend ship，when Heracles came over in search of the golden apple and killed the eagle and set the friend of mankind free．
As a child—and as an * as well—Bill was untidy. It has been said that in order to counteract this. Mary drew up weekly clothing plans for him. On Mondays he might go to school in blue, on Tuesdays in green, on Wednesdays in brown , on Thursdays in black, and so on , Weekend meal schedules might also be planned in detail. Everything time have to set in, Bill Gates hates Everything time ,at work or during his leisure time.
Bill’s contemporaries, even at the age, recognized that he was exceptional. Every year, he and his friends would go to summer camp. Bill especially liked * and other sports. One of his summer camp friends recalled, “He was never a nerd or a goof or the kind of kid you didn’t want your team. We all knew Bill was smarter than us.
Bill was also well ahead of his classmates in mathematics and science. He needed to go to a school that challenged him to Lakeside—an all-boys’ school for exceptional students. It was Seattle’s most exclusive school and was noted for its rigorous academic demands, a place where “even the dumb kids were smart.”
Lakeside allowed students to pursue their own interests, to whatever extent they wished. The school prided itself on making conditions and facilities available that would enable all its students to reach their full potential . It was the ideal environment for someone like Bill Gates.
In 1968, the school made a decision that would change thirteen-year-old Bill Gates’s life—and that of many of others, too.
The school to gain access to a com*r—a Program Data processor(PDP)—through a teletype machine. Bill Gates was immediately hooked— so was his best friend at the time, Kent Evans, and another student, Paul Allen, who was two years older than Bill.
Whenever they had free time, and sometimes when they didn’t, they would dash over to the com*r room to use the machine. The students became so single-minded that they soon overtook their teachers in knowledge about computing and got into a lot of trouble because of their obsession. They were neglecting their other studies—every piece of word was handed in late. Classes were cut. Com*r time was also proving to be very expensive. Within months, the whole budget that had been set aside for the year had been used up.
At fourteen, Bill was already writing short programs for the com*r to perform. Early games programs such as Tic-Tac-Toe, or Noughts and Crosses, and Lunar Landing were written in what was to become Bill’s second language, BASIC.
If Bill Gates was going to be good at something. It was essential to be the best.
Bill’s and Paul’s fascination with com*rs and the business world meant that they read a great deal. Paul enjoyed magazines like Popular Electronics, while Bill read business magazines .Com*r time was expensive and, because both boys were desperate to get more time and because Bill already had an insight into what they could achieve financially, the two of them decided to set themselves up as a company: The Lakeside Programmers Group. “Let’s call the real world and try to sell something to it!” Bill announced.
Half the people on our streets look as though life was a sorry business. It is hard to find a happy looking man or woman. Worry is the cause of their woebegone appearance. Worry makes the wrinkles; worry cuts the deep, down-glancing lines on the face; worry is the worst disease of our modern times. Care is contagious; it is hard work being cheerful at a funeral, and it is a good deal harder to keep the frown from your face when you are in the throng of the worry worn ones. Yet, we have no right to be dispensers of gloom; no matter how heavy our loads may seem to be we have no right to throw their burden on others nor even to cast the shadow of them on other hearts. Anxiety is instability. Fret steals away force. He who dreads tomorrow trembles today. Worry is weakness. The successful men may be always wide-awake, but they never worry. Fret and fear are like fine sand, thrown into life's delicate mechanism; they cause more than half the friction; they steal half the power. Cheer is strength. Nothing is so well done as that which is done heartily, and nothing is so heartily done as that which is done happily. Be happy, is an injunction not impossible of fulfillment. Pleasure may be an accident; but happiness comes in definite ways. It is the casting out of our foolish fears that we may have room for a few of our common joys. It is the telling our worries to wait until we get through appreciating our blessings. Take a deep breath, raise your chest, lift your eyes from the ground, look up and think how many things you have for which to be grateful, and you will find a smile growing where one may long have been unknown. Take the right kind of thought—for to take no thought would be sin—but take the calm, unanxious thought of your business, your duties, your difficulties, your disappointments and all the things that once have caused you fear, and you will find yourself laughing at most of them.
——冬天的英语美文 (菁华5篇)
I will never forget my experience at Harbin in this winter,It blows and snows almost every day here.And there is the beautiful light of ice and sculpture of snow both sides of the road.Because it is very cold in this city,so I begin to know the reason why we call it the "city of ice" .But I can't believe that the people who live here like to swim outside in winter.Although they say that it's good for health,I don't think that I will have a try forever.
I live in the southern area of China, so the winter here is not as cold as other cities. I have never seen snow in my life, but from TV shows, I can see people playing in the snow. It seems very funny. I like warm weather. I can wear less clothes and go out to take part in some activities. Unlike the cold northern cities, where people trend to stay indoors because of the extreme cold weather. I can enjoy warm sunlight. What's more, I can put on many different styles of clothes and be attractive. In all, winter in southern cities is perfect for me.
Autumn passed, and winter came, came to the road, the howl of the north wind howling, roar like a hungry Wolf tore heart crack lung voice, like an enchanting spectacular ballet dancer turned up the shape of the figure.
Drumming, atishoo! Hurried footsteps, yet because of the cold and sneezing echoed on the street. Red, white, gray, black, wearing trench coat, coat, woolen sweater to choose a suitable text book people wear thick clothes, curled up the body, under the attacks of the oncoming wind, impassable, they shouted angrily "! The winter is coming."
Came before the stream, hand gently on the surface of the water, just touched the water, is the water flushed with bite. At the bottom, hey, where's the teeming with lovely fish? Probably due to the arrival of winter settled down at the bottom. Looked at the empty water and frozen red hand, I can't help but sigh: oh, the winter is coming! Came to a forest, on the gold leaf blanket, I as if there is the picture in your mind: pieces of golden leaves by ruthless winter wind down, and left the shelter of the master, falling to the ground. Achieve its final value, quietly into the soil. I seem to see its don't give up and tears, as if to hear the sigh of: well, the winter is coming. Winter, is always so sad, always so quietly, so quietly go to choose a suitable text book
Was this what I had been longing for? Could it be called a bleak winter? I thought I should feel satisfied. Shanghai is still in the south. I couldn't expect more. But there was still some thing in my mind, as it was only one step to my dream. I prayed every day for a snow. A slight one could be enough. Once again.God heard.
I live in the south of China, so it‘s not as cold in winter as it is in the north, and I seldom see snow. I almost never saw snow. It was in the winter of 2008 that we had a heavy snow in the south. At that time, I was still young, and now I can’t remember the beautiful scenery of that snow. In short, I can see it on TV and in reality Waiting for the beauty.
In this year, there is also heavy snow in the south of our country. I‘ve never seen snow before. I’m very happy. I can see that everyone is in a hurry to go out and make snowmen. I‘m such a child, because those games are really fun. Although it’s cold in winter, there‘s also joy in winter. We always gather some little friends to play together. In winter, the ground is very good Skating, we will also run on the ground, and chase and fight without danger. At that time, let alone how happy we were. What’s more, many people chose to play in the winter in the south. Adults also like this, because the scenery when it snows is so beautiful.
Generally speaking, the winter in the south is very suitable for the people there. When it snows, it is also the most beautiful time of the year.
——英语经典美文摘抄实用5篇
明天（星期五）全班同学将去参观科学博物馆（the Science Museum），由你（班长）通知全体同学。（通知的开头和结尾已给出）内容如下：1下星期一交一份有关参观的报告。3不可在博物馆内大声喧哗及拍照。5 We will meet at the school gate at eight in the morning and we will go there on foot We should listen and watch carefully and write down something interesting when you visit the museum Youll have to hand in a report about the visit next Monday参加者：美国北地中学校队和我校校队2时间：2005年11月20日（星期天）下午4点4海报发出时间：2005年11月14日
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Friendly Basketball Match
Under the auspices of the Recreational and Physical Culture Department of the Students Union of our school,a friendly basketball watch will be held between the visiting UNorthfield Team and ours on the cement basketball count on Sunday, November20th 2005 at 4:00 p
the Recreational and Physical Culture Department of the Students Union
November14th 2005
Almost everybody loves music, because music has its power. It can brings joy to people when they feel upset. As for me, when I am not happy, I will turn up the music in my bedroom, singing loudly and shaking my body. As I'm immersed in the music world, I will forget the annoyance and become active again. Music also brings me the happy memories. Some songs have special meaning for me. Whenever I hear them, the happy memories will appear in my mind. I feel life is such wonderful for me. Music is the most beautiful language in the world. It touches everybody's heart with beautiful rhythm.
几乎每个人都喜欢音乐，因为音乐有它自己的力量。当人们感到心烦意乱的时候音乐可以给他们带来欢乐。对于我，当我不开心时，我会在我的卧室放起音乐，大声唱歌并摇摆我的身体。当我沉浸在音乐的世界里，我就会忘记烦恼，变得活跃起来。音乐也给我带来了美好的回忆。有些歌曲对我来说有特殊的意义。只要我听到歌曲，美好的回忆就会出现在我的脑海里，我觉得生活是如此的精彩。音乐是世界上最美的语言，它用美丽的节奏触动每个人的心灵。
My mother is sixty-three years old, and for the last forty year she has been the village doctor. She has a small clinic that she prepares medicine and treats small injuries, and also sells canned powder milk. Our house has people in and out at all hours of the day and night. The villagers always like to come to her clinic to see the doctor and to meet their neighbors, too. Almost all the villagers come to my mother when their baby is due. My mother is very good at predicting the day the baby will come.
Sometimes my mother will not get enough sleep if the babies come late at night or early in the morning. There are special rooms for the mother and baby, and usually they stay at the doctor's house about twenty-four hours. We always like to see the new babies get their first bath because they look so red and small. All the village people know and trust my mother because she is such a quiet, kind, and experienced friend of theirs.
我叫谢方锐，今年九岁，是实验一校二年级一班的学生。
My name is Xie Fangrui. I'm nine years old. I'm a student of class one, grade two, experimental school one.
我有一双圆圆的有神的大眼睛，圆圆的脸蛋，尖尖的下巴。我的个头不算高，只达到妈妈的脖子那儿。
I have big round eyes, round face and sharp chin. I'm not tall, just up to my mother's neck.
我最大的优点就是爱动脑筋，遇事总是*惯问个为什么？当然，我也有最大的缺点，不爱护玩具。记得小时候，爸爸给我买了一个玩具人，不到半天的时间，我就弄坏了。
My biggest advantage is that I like to use my brain. I am used to asking why when I am in trouble? Of course, I also have the biggest disadvantage of not caring for toys. I remember when I was a kid, my father bought me a toy man. In less than half a day, I broke it.
我有很多爱好，比如：我喜欢运动，更喜欢跳远；我喜欢吃水果，最喜欢吃西瓜……
I have many hobbies, such as: I like sports, more like long jump; I like eating fruit, most like eating watermelon
你看我还可爱吧？
Do you think I'm cute?
Everyone knows that there is a very important sports meeting over the world called the Olympic Games. It’s held once every four years.The twenty-ninth Olympic Games will be held in Beijing which is the captial of China. Beijing is an old but beautiful city, there are many places that are famous for their scenery or historical relics here. For example , the Great Wall , the Forbidden City , the Temple of Heaven and so on, they all show the history and culture of China.
“One World , One Dream”is the slogan of the twenty-ninth Olympic Games.
And do you know the five happy babies? They are Beibei、Jingjing、Huanhuan、Yingying and Nini. In fact, they’re the personifications of animals.
With the nice city, with the good slogan and the five happy babies, the most important is with the industrions Chinese people. I think the twenty-ninth Olympic Games will have a great success!
Welcome to Beijing , welcome to China !
——英语简单美文短篇摘抄(精选五篇)
It is the duty of every citizen to make the country rich and powerful. In order to accomplish this object one must be patriotic. I consider this an unchangeable truth.
How can a student love his country? I find my answer very simple and clear. He must study hard and store up knowledge so as to serve his country in the future. If every student can do according to what I said, the country will certainly be rich and powerful.
要使国家富强是每个公民的责任。为了达到此目的，必须爱国。我认为这是一条不易的定理。
一个学生如何才能爱国呢？我发觉答复很简单明了。他必须用功读书并积储知识以便将来服务国家。如果每个学生能按照我所说的去做，国家一定会富强。
It goes without saying that work without rest will do harm to health. In other words, we had better take sufficient recreation to relax after work.
There is no doubt that there are a number of amusements, such as playing ball games, collecting stamps, fishing, gardening, skating and so on.
As for me, I take great delight in gardening. Whenever I am at leisure, I am accustomed to growing flowers. I regard them as my mostagreeable companion.
不需说，工作而不休息会对健康有害的。换句话说，我们最好工作后，从事分的消遣来轻松一下。 无疑的，消遣的种类很多，诸如打球，集邮，钓鱼，园艺，溜冰等等。
就我而言，我大大喜欢园艺。每当我有闲暇的时候，我*惯于种花。我把它们看作是我最称心如意的伴侣。
Education is the very thing that we want to receive. Our parents send us to school so as to enable us to get (obtain) knowledge and achieve great things in the future. The following are the duties of a student (which) we should keep in mind. In the first place, we should be filial to our parents and respectful to our teachers. In the second place, we have to (must) study as hard as we can. Last of all, we must not tell lies. To sum up, the above-mentioned rules are the very duties of a student.
教育就是我们要接受的东西。我们父母送我们上学以便能使人们获得知识与将来成大事。下面是我们应该记住的学生的责任。 我们应对父母要孝顺，对老师要尊敬。我们要尽可能的用功读书。最后，我们切不可说谎。 总而言之，上面所说的规则就是我们应尽的责任
I would rather suffer hardships than fail. In other words, to achieve success is my only desire. We all know that there are many factors of success. Now let me write down the most important ones in the following.
Diligence — Foolish as a person is, he can succeed in his work if he works hard. That does not admit of any doubt. Perseverance — When you fail, don't lose heart. Keep on working until you accomplish your aim. Honesty—If you tell lies or does not keep your word/promise, no one will rely on you. I would rather be scolded than cheat (others).
我宁愿受苦难不愿失败。换句话说，获致成功是我唯一的愿望。我们大家知道成功要素很多。现在让我们把它们最重要的写在下面。
勤勉――一个人虽然不大聪明，但是他地能做成他的工作，如果他苦干的话。那是不容置疑的。
毅力――当你失败的时候，不要灰心。要继续工作，直到你达到目的为止。
诚实――如果你说谎或不守信，没有人会信赖你。我宁愿挨骂不愿欺骗人。
When someone disagrees with you or offends you, don’t lose your temper. Why? Because it is of no use to do so. You ought to be patient and keep calm lest you should quarrel with him. You must know that patience is not cowardice, but a virtue. I hope that everybody practices it.
In addition, patience will also bring us success. When you meet with difficulties in your work, it is no use losing heart. You must keepon fighting until the final victory belongs to you.
当有人和你意见不同或开罪你的时候，你切不可发脾气。为什么？因为这样做是无用的。你应当忍耐并且保持冷静，唯恐和他争吵。你必须知道忍耐不是弱而是一种美德。我希望人人都实行它。
另外，忍耐也会带给我们成功。当你在工作中遭遇到困难的时候，灰心是无用的。你必须继续作战直到最后胜利属于你为止。
