值得欣賞的考研英語美文

　　英語閱讀是學生學習和掌握現代英語最實用、最有效的途徑之一。在大學英語教學中積極地匯入和利用英語美文閱讀,可以提高學生學習英語的興趣,使學生通過輕鬆愉快的方式在潛移默化中提高英語水平。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　What will matter人生的意義

　　Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no days, no hours or minutes. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.

　　Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

　　Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.

　　So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will all expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.

　　It won't matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived.

　　It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Your gender, skin color, ethnicity will be irrelevant.

　　So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

　　What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.

　　What will matter is not your success, but your significance.

　　What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

　　What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage and sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

　　What will matter is not your competence, but your character.

　　What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.

　　What will matter is not your memories, but the memories of those who loved you.

　　What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.

　　Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.

　　It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.

　　Choose to live a life that matters.

　　篇二

　　All you remember你所記得的一切

　　All you remember about your child being an infant is the incredible awe you felt about the precious miracle you created. You remember having plenty of time to bestow all your wisdom and knowledge. You thought your child would take all of your advice and make fewer mistakes, and be much smarter than you were. You wished for your child to hurry and grow up.

　　All you remember about your child being two is never using the restroom alone or getting to watch a movie without talking animals. You recall afternoons talking on the phone while crouching in the bedroom closet, and being convinced your child would be the first Ivy League college student to graduate wearing pullovers at the ceremony. You remember worrying about the bag of M&M's melting in your pocket and ruining your good dress. You wished for your child to be more independent.

　　All you remember about your child being five is the first day of school and finally having the house to yourself. You remember joining the PTA and being elected president when you left a meeting to use the restroom. You remember being asked “Is Santa real?” and saying “yes” because he had to be for a little bit longer. You remember shaking the sofa cushions for loose change, so the toothfairy could come and take away your child's first lost tooth. You wished for your child to have all permanent teeth.

　　All you remember about your child being seven is the carpool schedule. You learned to apply makeup in two minutes and brush your teeth in the rearview mirror because the only time you had to yourself was when you were stopped at red lights. You considered painting your car yellow and posting a “taxi” sign on the lawn next to the garage door. You remember people staring at you, the few times you were out of the car, because you kept flexing your foot and making acceleration noises. You wished for the day your child would learn how to drive.

　　All you remember about your child being ten is managing the school fund?raisers. You sold wrapping paper for paint, T?shirts for new furniture, and magazine subscriptions for shade trees in the school playground. You remember storing a hundred cases of candy bars in the garage to sell so the school band could get new uniforms, and how they melted together on an unseasonably warm spring afternoon. You wished your child would grow out of playing an instrument.

　　All you remember about your child being twelve is sitting in the stands during baseball practice and hoping your child's team would strike out fast because you had more important things to do at home. The coach didn't understand how busy you were. You wished the baseball season would be over soon.

　　All you remember about your child being fourteen is being asked not to stop the car in front of the school in the morning. You had to drive two blocks further and unlock the doors without coming to a complete stop. You remember not getting to kiss your child goodbye or talking to him in front of his friends. You wished your child would be more mature.

　　All you remember about your child being sixteen is loud music and undecipherable lyrics screamed to a rhythmic beat. You wished for your child to grow up and leave home with the stereo.

　　All you remember about your child being eighteen is the day they were born and having all the time in the world.

　　And, as you walk through your quiet house, you wonder where they went and you wish your child hadn't grown up so fast.

　　篇三

　　尷尬的摩登老媽

　　The true meaning of the bumper sticker, which says, “Live long enough to embarrass your kids” has new meaning once you have a teenager. My daughter just turned 15 and suddenly I am now the most embarrassing person she can be seen with. Rather than take this personally I have decided to revel in the power it gives me.

　　Of course many of you have had the “You aren’t wearing THAT” argument but I turned the tables on my daughter. She was wanting to wear midriff tops and tanks with bra straps showing … both of which I had been carefully taught were fashion no-no’s. The other day I picked her up from school and stopped at the grocery store. “Mom! You can’t go in dressed like that!” “I am staying in the car!”

　　Imagine ... a 50-year-old dressed just like her 15-year-old, and she does not want to be seen with me. Well ... I admit the embarrassment was worth every moment...she has now dressed a bit more conservatively. She HAD to go in the store with me as it was too hot to sit in the car. It was a priceless moment that also was a bit cheeky of me to enjoy so much.

　　Recently she wanted to dye her beautiful auburn hair black. Yes she has naturally beautiful auburn hair but wants it to be black because she states, “Auburn is SO boring!” Of course my reply, “Oh my gosh … women all over the world for die for your hair!” was ineffective, however, as I plopped the box of purple hair dye onto the counter and said “Sure, just as soon as I am finished dying mine purple.”

　　Yep, the purple dye sat on the counter ... I had called her bluff. “Perhaps if we both wait a couple weeks and you still insist on dying your hair black, mine will be purple just in time for me to chaperon your next school dance. That is coming up in two weeks, right? I bet your friends will think I am the coolest mom there!” She is visibly cringing. I can see thoughts racing through her mind. Her mom with purple hair at her school dance.

　　I am praying, please, PLEASE don’t dare me to go with purple hair, but I stand firm. “Yes, I think I’d be pretty with purple hair. It is Dad’s favorite color.” She knows it really is his favorite color. Finally she shrugs and says “Nevermind.” Whew ... she changed her mind. I am so relieved but I keep rambling on about purple hair as she leaves the room.

　　She knows I would do it. I have done sillier things to prove a point. I am not sure how long I can keep this up. I am praying she does not ask about piercing next, but I have already asked my husband to pick up a pamphlet from our nearest piercing place, just so I can whip it out and show her which one “Mom” might get, too. Of course she may never go that far. I am hoping ... praying ... and a bit nervous. When “Mom” wants to do it too—suddenly it just isn’t that cool.

　　Yep ... I can be pretty silly. Looking at life with humor makes it bearable sometimes. It isn’t all fun and games.