關於經典英語文章薦讀

　　現代英語散文中的空間順序變化多,跳躍大。在閱讀和理解一篇英語散文作品,尤其是高階英語散文作品時,若缺乏空間概念勢必導至對作品理解不深,有時甚至墮入雲裡霧中,不知所云的境地。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　Butterfly kiss

　　My newlywed husband said the same thing every morning.“You‘re beautiful today.”

　　One glance in the mirror revealed that it was far from the truth.

　　A skinny girl with mashed hair on one side of her head and no makeup smiled back at me. I could feel my sticky morning breath.

　　“Liar，”I shot back with a grin.

　　It was my usual response. My mother‘s first husband was not a kind man and his verbal and physical abuse forced her and her two children to find a safe place. He showed up on her doorstep one day with roses. She let him in and he beat her with those roses and took advantage of her. Nine months later she gave birth to a 9 lb. 13 oz. baby girl——me.

　　The harsh words we heard growing up took root. I had trouble seeing myself as someone of value. I had been married two years when I surprised myself. My husband wrapped his arms around me and told me I was beautiful.

　　“Thank you，”I said.

　　The same thin girl with the mousy brown hair still stared back at me in the mirror，but somehow the words had finally blossomed in my heart.

　　A lot of years have passed. My husband has grey in his hair. I‘m no longer skinny. Last week I woke up and my husband’s face was inches from mine.

　　“What are you doing?”I asked.

　　I covered my mouth，trying to hide my morning breath. He reached down and kissed my face.

　　“What I do every morning，”he said.

　　He leaves in the early hours of the morning while I sleep. I miss our morning conversations，but I had not realized that he continued to tell me that he loved me even while I slept. When he left，I rolled over and hugged my pillow. I envisioned the picture of me lightly snoring with my mouth open and giggled.

　　What a man!My husband understands my past. He‘s been beside me as I’ve grown from an unsure young girl to a confident woman，mother，speaker and author.

　　But I‘m not sure that he understands the part he played in that transition. The words I heard growing up pierced my soul，yet his words pierced even deeper.

　　This Anniversary Day I plan to wake early. I want to tell Richard how much I love him. He may look in the mirror and see an extra pound or two，or wish for the day when his hair was dark and curly，but all I‘ll see is the man who saw something in me when I couldn’t see it myself，and who leaves butterfly kisses，even after twenty-three years of marriage.

　　篇二

　　Colorful Shades of Gray ***絢爛的灰色***

　　Moths are very ugly creatures. At least that is what I always thought until a reliable source told me otherwise. When I was about five or six years old，my brother Joseph and I stayed overnight at our Aunt Linda‘s house，our favorite relative. She spoke to us like adults，and she always had the best stories.

　　Joseph was only four years old，and still afraid of the dark，so Aunt Linda left the door open and the hall light on when she tucked us in to bed. Joe couldn‘t sleep，so he just lay there staring at the ceiling. Just as I dozed off to sleep，he woke me up and asked，“Jennie，what are those ugly things near the light?”***I had always liked that he asked me questions because I was older and supposed to know the answers. I didn’t always know the answers，of course，but I could always pretend I did.***He was pointing to the moths fluttering around the hall light.“They‘re just moths，go to sleep，”I told him.

　　He wasn‘t content with that answer，or the moths near his night light，so the next time my Aunt walked by the door he asked her to make the ugly moths go away. When she asked why，he said simply，“Because they’re ugly and scary，and I don‘t like them!”She just laughed，rubbed his head，and said，“Joe just because something is ugly outside doesn’t mean it‘s not beautiful inside. Do you know why moths are brown?”Joe just shook his head.

　　“Moths are the most beautiful animals in the animal kingdom. At one time they were more colorful than the butterflies. They have always been helpful，kind，and generous creatures. One day the angels up in heaven were crying. They were sad because it was cloudy and they couldn‘t look down upon the people on earth. Their tears fell down to the earth as rain. The sweet little moths hated to see everyone so sad. They decided to make a rainbow. The moths figured that if they asked their cousins，the butterflies，to help，they could all give up just a little bit of their colors and they could make a beautiful rainbow.

　　One of the littlest moths flew to ask the queen of the butterflies for help. The butterflies were too vain and selfish to give up any of their colors for neither the people nor the angels. So，the moths decided to try to make the rainbow themselves. They beat their wings very hard and the powder on them formed little clouds that the winds smoothed over like glass. Unfortunately，the rainbow wasn‘t big enough so the moths kept giving a little more and a little more until the rainbow stretched all the way across the sky. They had given away all their color except brown，which didn’t fit into their beautiful rainbow.

　　Now the once colorful moths were plain and brown. The angels up in heaven saw the rainbow，and became joyous. They smiled and the warmth of their smiles shown down on the earth as sunshine. The warm sunshine made the people on earth happy and they smiled，too. Now every time it rains the baby moths，who still have their colors，spread them across the sky to make more rainbows.“

　　My brother sank off to sleep with that story and hasn‘t feared moths since. The story my aunt told us had been gathering dust in the back corners of my brain for years，but recently came back to me.

　　I have a friend named Abigail who always wears gray clothes. She is also one of the most kind and generous people I‘ve ever met. When people ask her why she doesn’t wear more colors she just smiles，that smile，and says，“Gray is my color.”She knows herself and she doesn‘t compromise that to appease other people. Some may see her as plain like a moth，but I know that underneath the gray，Abigail is every color of the rainbow.

　　Jennie Gratton

　　篇三

　　Four wives in your life

　　There was a rich merchant who had four wives. He loved the fourth wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

　　He also loved the third wife very much. He‘s very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However，the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

　　He too，loved his second wife. She is a very considerate person，always patient and in fact is the merchant‘s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems，he always turned to his second wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

　　Now，the merchant‘s first wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However，the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply，he hardly took notice of her.

　　One day，the merchant fell ill. Before long，he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself，“Now I have four wives with me. But when I die，I‘ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!”

　　Thus，he asked the fourth wife，“I loved you most，endowed you with the finest clothing and showed great care over you. Now that I‘m dying，will you follow me and keep me company?”“No way!”replied the fourth wife and she walked away without another word.

　　The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant‘s heart. The sad merchant then asked the third wife，“I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying，will you follow me and keep me company?”“No!”replied the third wife.“Life is so good over here!I‘m going to remarry when you die!”The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold.

　　He then asked the second wife，“I always turned to you for help and you‘ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die，will you follow me and keep me company?”“I’m sorry，I can‘t help you out this time!”replied the second wife.“At the very most，I can only send you to your grave.”The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

　　Then a voice called out：“I‘ll leave with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.”The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny，almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved，the merchant said，“I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!”

　　Actually，we all have four wives in our lives.

　　The fourth wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good，it‘ll leave us when we die.

　　Our third wife is our possessions，status and wealth. When we die，they all go to others.

　　The second wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we‘re alive，the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

　　The first wife is in fact our soul，often neglected in our pursuit of material，wealth and sensual pleasure.

　　Guess what?It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it‘s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re on our deathbed to lament.