關於英文的哲理散文欣賞

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　　多讀英文散文佳作我們研習英語的人,應多讀一些現代、近代的英文散文。下面是小編精心收集的，供大家欣賞學習!

　　篇一：My Father - 父愛無邊

　　My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

　　Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

　　Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

　　I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

　　When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

　　After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

　　In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

　　我父親是個自學成才的曼陀林琴手，他是我們鎮最優秀的絃樂演奏者之一。他看不懂樂譜，但是如果聽幾次曲子，他就能演奏出來。當他年輕一點的時候，他是一個小鄉村樂隊的成員。他們在當地舞廳演奏，有幾次還為當地廣播電臺演奏。他經常告訴我們，自己如何試演，如何在佩茜?克萊恩作為主唱的樂隊裡佔一席之位。他告訴家人，一旦被聘用就永不回頭。父親是一個很嚴謹的人，他講述了他試演的那天，很多人在喝酒，咒罵，他不想呆在那種環境裡。

　　有時候，父親會拿出曼陀林，為家人彈奏。我們三個小孩：翠莎、蒙蒂和我，還有喬治通常會伴唱。唱的有：《田納西華爾茲》和《海港之光》，到了聖誕節，就唱膾炙人口的《銀鈴》："銀鈴，銀鈴，城裡來了聖誕節。"歌聲充滿了整個房子。父親最愛的其中一首讚歌是《古老的十字架》。我們很小的時候就學會歌詞了，而且在父親彈唱的時候，我們也跟著唱。我們經常一起唱的另外一首歌來自沃特?迪斯尼的系列片：《戴維?克羅克特》。父親只要聽了兩遍就彈起來了，"戴維，戴維?克羅克特，荒野邊疆的國王。"那是我們家最喜歡的歌曲。他知道我們喜歡那首歌和那個節目，所以每次節目結束後，他就拿出曼陀林彈奏。我永遠不能明白他如何能聽完幾遍後就能把一首曲子彈得那麼好。我熱愛唱歌，但我沒有學會如何彈奏曼陀林，這是我遺憾至今的事情。

　　父親喜歡為家人彈奏曼陀林，他知道我們喜歡唱歌，喜歡聽他彈奏。他就是那樣，如果他能把快樂奉獻給別人，他從不吝嗇，尤其是對他的家人。他總是那樣，犧牲自己的時間和精力讓家人生活得滿足。父親的這種付出是隻有當我長大成人，而且是有了自己的孩子後才能體會到的。

　　我在1962年1月加入了美國空軍基地。每當我休假回家，我都請求父親彈奏曼陀林。沒有人彈奏曼陀林能達到像我父親那樣的境界，他在那古老的曼陀林上撫出的旋律能夠觸及你的靈魂。他彈奏的時候，身上似乎能發出四射的光芒。你可以看出，父親為能給家人彈奏出如此美妙的旋律，他是多麼的自豪。

　　父親年輕的時候，曾在農場為爺爺工作。爺爺是農場使用者，要向農場所有人交納穀物抵租。1950年，我們全家搬離農場，父親在當地石灰石採石場謀得職位。採石場在1957年倒閉，他只好另覓工作。他曾在馬里蘭州登多克的歐文斯遊艇公司上班，還在馬里蘭州的洛斯的託德鋼鐵公司上過班。在託德鋼鐵公司上班期間，他遇到了意外。他的工作是把有稜角的鐵滾到搬運臺上，這樣焊接工才能作進一步加工來完成整個工序。在那個特殊的日子裡，父親的

　　左手第三個手指被纏在兩片鋼鐵中。醫生對手指施手術，但未能保住那隻手指，最後父親只好讓醫生把那手指的指尖給切除了。那個手指並沒有完全喪失拿東西的能力，但是卻影響了他彈奏曼陀林的能力。

　　事故後，父親不太願意彈奏曼陀林了，他覺得再也不能像以前彈得那麼好了。我休假回家請求他彈奏曼陀林，他以種種藉口解釋不能彈奏的原因。最後，我們軟硬兼施逼他就範，他終於說："好吧，但是記住，我撥絃再也不能像過去一樣了。"或者會說："這個手指出意外後，我再也不能彈得像過去那樣好了。"對於家人來說，父親彈得好不好並沒有分別，我們很高興他終於彈奏了。當他彈起那把陳舊的曼陀林，就會把我們帶回昔日那些無憂無慮的幸福時光。"戴維，戴維?克羅克特，荒野邊疆的國王"就會再次響徹西弗吉尼亞州的貝克頓小鎮。

　　1993年8月，父親診斷得了不宜動手術的肺癌。他不想接受化療，因為他想體面地過完他生命最後的時光。大約在父親去世的一週前，我們請求他能否為我們彈奏曼陀林，他說了很多借口，最後還是答應了。他知道這可能是他最後一次為我們彈奏了，他為老曼陀林調絃，彈了幾個音。我環顧四周，家人個個都淚水滿眶。我們看見在我們面前是一個安靜的、謙虛的人，以生命最後的力量，用愛的力量支撐著。父親再也沒有足夠的力量彈奏，這使我們對那天的記憶更加強烈。父親做著他一生都在做的事情：奉獻。即使生命已走到了盡頭，他卻仍盡力為他人創造歡樂。沒錯，父親一定還能彈奏曼陀林的。

　　篇二：I will persist. I will win.-堅持不懈，直到成功

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　堅持不懈。直到成功。

　　In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.

　　在古老的東方，挑選小公牛列競技場格鬥有一定的程式、它們被帶進場地，向手持長矛的鬥牛士攻擊，裁判以它受激後再向鬥牛士進攻的次數多寡來評定這隻公牛的勇敢程度。從今往後。我須承認，我的生命每天都在接受類似的考驗。如果我堅韌不拔，勇往直前，迎接挑戰。那麼我一定會成功。

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　堅持不懈。直到成功。

　　I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.

　　我不是為了失敗才來到這個世界上的，我的血管裡也沒有失敗的血液在流動。我不是任人鞭打的羔羊，我是猛獅，不與羊群為伍。我不想聽失意者的哭泣，抱怨者的牢騷，這是羊群中的瘟疫，我不能被它傳染。失敗者的屠宰場不是我命運的歸宿。