有關於高中優秀英語美文摘抄

　　美文,是文質兼美的文章。引導學生讀好讀美,誦讀悟情積累。學生對美的體驗和領悟,來自感覺的整體性,一定要從語言材料的氛圍中去獲得。本文是有關於高中優秀英語美文，希望對大家有幫助!

　　有關於高中優秀英語美文：獨居的報償

　　The other day an acquaintance of mine, a gregarious and charming man, told me he hadfound himself unexpectedly alone in New York for an hour or two between appointments. Hewent to the Whitney and spent the "empty" time looking at things in solitary bliss. For him itproved to be a shock nearly as great as falling in love to discover that he could enjoy himself somuch alone.

　　What had he been afraid of, I asked myself? That, suddenly alone, he would discover that hebored himself, or that there was, quite simply, no self there to meet? But having taken theplunge, he is now on the brink of adventure; he is about to be launched into his own innerspace to the astronaut. His every perception will come to him with a new freshness and, for atime, seem startlingly original.

　　For anyone who can see things for himself with a naked eye becomes, for a moment or two,something of a genius. With another human being present vision becomes double vision,inevitably. We are busy wondering, what does my companion see or think of this, and whatdo I think of it? The original impact gets lost, or diffused.

　　"Music I heard with you was more than music." Exactly. And therefore music itself can only beheard alone. Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of everyexperience.

　　"Alone one is never lonely: the spirit adventures, walking in a quiet garden, in a cool house,abiding single there."

　　Loneliness is most acutely felt with other people, for with others,even with a lover sometimes,we suffer from our differences of taste, temperament,mood. Human intercourse often demandsthat we soften the edge of perception, or withdraw at the very instant of personal truth forfear of hurting, or of being inappropriately present, which is to say naked, in a social situation.Alone we can afford to be wholly whatever we are, and to feel whatever we feel absolutely.That is a great luxury!

　　For me the most interesting thing about a solitary life, and mine has been that for the lasttwenty years, is that it becomes increasingly rewarding. When I can wake up and watch thesun rise over the ocean, as I do most days, and know that I have an entire day ahead,uninterrupted, in which to write a few pages, take a walk with my dog, lie down in the afternoonfor a long think ***why does one think better in a horizontal position?***, read and listen to music,I am flooded with happiness.

　　I’m lonely only when I am overtired, when I have worked too long without a break, when fromthe time being I feel empty and need filling up. And I am lonely sometimes when I come backhome after a lecture trip, when I have seen a lot of people and talked a lot, and am full to thebrim with experience that needs to be sorted out.

　　Then for a little while the house feels huge and empty, and I wonder where my self is hiding. Ithas to be recaptured slowly by watering the plants and perhaps,by looking again at each one asthough it were a person.

　　It takes a while, as I watch the surf blowing up in fountains at the end of the field, but themoment comes when the world falls away, and the self emerges again from the deepunconscious, bringing back all I have recently experienced to be explored and slowlyunderstood, when I can converse again with my hidden powers, and so grow, and so berenewed, till death do us part.

　　有關於高中優秀英語美文：在海邊

　　At the Edge of the Sea

　　By Rachel Carson

　　The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and se a there has been this place of the meeting of land and water. Yet it is a world that keeps alive the sense of continuing creation and of the relentless drive of life. Each time that I enter it, I gain some new awareness of its beauty and it sdeeper meanings, sensing that intricate fabric of life by which one creature is linked with another, and each with its surroundings.

　　In my thoughts of the shore, one place stands apart for its revelation of exquisite beauty. It is a pool hidden within a cave that one can visit only rarely and briefly when the lowest of the year's low tides fall below it, and perhaps from that very fact it acquires some of its special beauty. Choosing such a tide , I hoped for a glimpse of the pool.

　　The ebb was to fall early in the morning. I knew that if the wind held from the northwest and no interfering swell ran in f rom a distant storm the level of the sea should drop below the entrance to the pool. There had been sudden ominous showers in the night, with rain like handfuls of gravel flung on the roof. When I looked out into the early morning the sky was full of a gray dawn light but the sun had not yet risen. Water and air were pallid. Across the bay the moon was a luminous disc in the western sky, suspended above the dim line of distant shore — the full August moon, drawing the tide to the low, low levels of the threshold of the alien sea world. As I watched, a gull flew by, above the spruces. Its breast was rosy with the light of the unrisen sun. The day was, after all, to be fair.

　　Later, as I stood above the tide near the entrance to the pool, the promise of that rosy light was sustained. From the base of the steep wall of rock on which I stood, a moss covered ledge jutted seaward into deep water. In the surge at the rim of the ledge the dark fronds of oarweeds swayed smooth and gleaming as leather. The projecting ledge was the path to the small hidden cave and its pool. Occasionally a swell, stronger than the rest, rolled smoothly over the rim and broke in foam against the cliff. But the intervals between such swells were lo ng enough to admit me to the ledge and long enough for a glimpse of that fairy pool, so seldom and so briefly exposed.

　　And so I knelt on the wet carpet of sea moss and looked back into the dark cavern that held the pool in a shallow basin. The floor of the cave was only a fewinches below the roof, and a mirror had been created in which all that grew on the ceiling was reflected in the still water below.

　　Under water that was clear as glass the pool was carpeted with green sponge. Gray patches of sea squirts glistened on the ceiling and colonies of raft coral were a pale apricot color. In the moment when I looked into the cave a little e lfin starfish hung down, suspended by the merest thread, perhaps by only a single tube foot. It reached down to touch its own reflection, so perfectly delineated that there might have been, not one starfish, but two. The beauty of the refle cted images and of the limpid pool itself was the poignant beauty of things that are ephemeral, existing only until the sea should return to fill the little cave.

　　有關於高中優秀英語美文：何為不朽?

　　TO see the golden sun and the azure sky, the outstretched ocean, to walk upon the green earth , and to be a lord of a thousand creatures to look down giddy precipices or over distant flowery vales, to see the world spread out under one's finger in a map, to bring the stars near, to view the smallest insects in a microscope, to read history and witness the revolutions of empirees and the succession of generations ,to hear the gloryof Sidon and Tyre of Babylon and Susa,as of a fade pegeant,anf ti say all these wereand are now nothing. to think that we exist in such a point of time, and in such a corner of space,to be at once spectators and a part of the moving scene to watch the return of the seasons, of spring and autumn, to hear---

　　The stock dove plain amid the forest deep,

　　That drowsy rustles to the sighing gale.

　　---to traverse desert wildness, to listen to thedungeon's gloom,or sit in crowded theatres and see life itself mocked, to feel heat and cold,pleasure and pain right and wrong,truth and falsehood, to study the works of art and refine the sense of beauty to agony, to worship fame and to dream ofimmortality, to have read Shakespeare and Beloit to the same species as Sir isaac Newton to be and to do all this and then in a moment to be nothing to have it all snatched from one like a juggler's ball or a phantasmagoria.....

　　我們看到金色的太陽，蔚藍的天空，廣闊的海洋;我們漫步在綠油油的大地上，做萬物的主人;我們俯視令人目眩心悸的懸崖峭壁，遠眺鮮花盛開的山谷;我們把地圖攤開，任意指點全球;我們把星辰移到眼前觀看，還在顯微鏡下觀察極其微小的生物，我們學歷史，親自目睹帝國的興亡，時代的交替;我們聽人談論西頓、推羅、巴比倫和蘇撒的勳業，如同聽一番往昔的盛會，聽了以後，我們說這些事確實發生過，但現在卻是過眼雲煙了;我們思考著自己生活的時代，生活的地區;我們在人生的活動舞臺上既當觀眾，又當演員;我們觀察四季更迭，春秋代序，我們聽見了___

　　野鴿在濃密的樹林中哀訴，

　　樹林隨微風的嘆息而低語。

　　___ 我們橫絕大漠;我們傾聽了子夜的歌聲;我們光顧燈火輝煌的廳堂，走下陰森森的地牢，或者坐在萬頭攢動的劇院裡觀看生活本身受到的摩擬;我們親身感受炎熱和寒冷，快樂和痛苦，正義和邪惡，真理和謬誤;我們鑽研藝術作品，把自己的美感提高到極其敏銳的程度;我們崇拜榮譽，夢想不朽;我們閱讀莎士比亞，或者把自己和牛頓爵士視為同一族類，正當我們面臨這一切，從事這一切的時候，自己卻在一剎那之間化為虛無，眼前的一切像是魔術師手中的圓球，像是一場幻影，一下子全都消失得無影無蹤......