讀者英語美文摘抄大全英語短文閱讀

　　英語美文欣賞課的教學,應引導學生在閱讀中度過一段美好的時光,即感悟生活,觸動心靈,讓學生在感受語言美的同時,體驗真摯的情感美,並形成一定的跨文化意識。下面是小編帶來的讀者英語美文摘抄，歡迎閱讀!

　　讀者英語美文摘抄篇一

　　善心可依

　　When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was severely crippled and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare. I would inwardly***思想上*** squirm at the unwanted attention. If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on.

　　It was difficult to coordinate our steps -- his halting, mine impatient -- and because of that, we didn't say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, "You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you. "

　　Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and despite nasty weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not.

　　When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help. At such times my sisters or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, NY, on a child's sleigh***雪橇*** to the subway entrance. Once there, he would cling to thehandrail***扶手，欄杆*** until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice-free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn' on his way home.

　　When I think of it now, I marvel at***驚奇*** how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to subject himself to such indignity and stress. And at how he did it -- without bitterness or complaint .

　　He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a "good heart", and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.

　　Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don' t know precisely what a "good heart" is. But I know the times I don't have one myself.

　　Unable to engage in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way. When a local sandlot***沙地*** baseball team found itself without a manager, he kept it going. He was a knowledgeable baseball fan and often took me to Ebbets Field to see the Brooklyn Dodgers play. He liked to go to dances and parties, where he could have a good time just sitting and watching.

　　On one memorable occasion a fight broke out at a beach party, with everyone punching and shoving. He wasn't content to sit and watch, but he couldn't stand unaided on the soft sand. In frustration he began to shout, "I' ll fight anyone who will tit down with me!"

　　Nobody did. But the next day people kidded him by saying it was the first time any fighter was urged to take a dive even before the bout began.

　　I now know he participated in some things vicariously***代理地*** through me, his only son. When I played ball , he "played" too. When I joined the Navy he "joined" too. And when I came home on leave, he saw to it that " I visited his office. Introducing me, he was really saying, "This is my son, but it is also me, and I could have done this, too, if things had been different." Those words were never said aloud.

　　He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance***勉強，不情願*** to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about trifles, when I am envious of another's good fortune, when I don't have a "good heart".

　　At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, "You set the pace, I will try to adjust to you."

　　讀者英語美文摘抄篇二

　　The Sound of Music音樂之聲The hills are alive with the sound of music,

　　With songs they have sung for a thousand years.

　　The hills fill my heart with the sound of music

　　My heart wants to sing every thing every song it hears.

　　My heart wants to beat

　　Like the wings of the birds that rise

　　From the lake to the trees.

　　My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies

　　From a church on a breeze

　　To laugh like a brook when it trips

　　And falls over stones on its way.

　　To sing through the night

　　Like a lake who is learning to pray.

　　I go to the hills when my heat is lonely.

　　I know I will hear what I've heard before.

　　My heart will be blessed with the sound of music,

　　And I'll sing once more.

　　音樂聲迴盪在群山之間，

　　傳唱千年的歌聲在飄揚。

　　山巒喚起我心中的音樂，

　　我的心想唱出聽到的每首歌每件事。

　　我的心想和著

　　鳥兒振翅的節拍

　　飛過湖面飛過樹林。

　　我的心想與鐘聲齊輕嘆

　　乘風飛出教堂。

　　如淙淙溪流般歡笑!

　　一路在石子上輕盈跳躍。

　　如徹夜高歌，

　　學習祈禱的雲雀。

　　心靈孤寂的時候我就來到群山中。

　　我知道會聽到從前聽過的聲音。

　　音樂聲洗滌我的心靈，

　　我將會再一次地歌唱。

　　讀者英語美文摘抄篇三

　　生死相依The end of my sophomore year was approaching. Mom called me at the dorm onemuggy***悶熱的*** evening during the last week of May. My summer break would be spent with grandma and grandpa, helping out around their farm. The arrangement made good sense to all the family. I wasn't fully convinced of that myself but figured it was just one summer. Next year would be my little brother's turn.

　　I packed my car after my last exam and said my good-byes until the fall. My friends would keep until then. Most of them were going home for the summer any-way.

　　The farm was about a three-hour drive from school. My grandparents were both in their 70s, and I knew they really needed the help around the farm. Getting in the hay***乾草*** would be something grandpa couldn't do by himself. He also needed help with repairs to the barns and a host of other chores.

　　I arrived late that afternoon. Grandma had fixed more food than the three of us could possibly eat. She doted***溺愛*** over me entirely too much. I figured all the attention would taper off once she got used to having me around, but it didn't. Grandpa wanted to bring me up to date on literally everything. By the time I settled in for bed that night, I'd decided things would be okay. After all, it was just for one summer.

　　The next morning, Grandpa fixed breakfast for the two of us. He told me Grandma had tired herself out yesterday and was going to rest in bed a little longer. I made a mental note to myself to not ask her to do things for me while I was there. I was there to help, not be a burden.

　　Grandpa surprised me that morning. Once we were out of the house, he seemed more in his own element. The farm was his domain***領域，產業*** . Despite his age, there was confidence in the way he moved about the place. He didn't seem like the same person who had fallen asleep last night on the couch before the six o'clock news was finished. As we walked the pastures getting a close-up look at the livestock, Grandpa seemed to know each cow. And there were nearly 200 of them!

　　We didn't do much real work that first day, but I gained a sense of appreciation for what Grandpa had done all those years before I was even born. He wasn't an educated man, but he had raised and provided for four children on this farm. I was impressed by that.

　　Weeks passed. By June we had already baled***打包，裝捆*** one cutting of hay and gotten it safely into the barn. I gradually settled into a routine of daily work with Grandpa. He had a mental schedule of things that needed doing, and we worked on part of it each day. In the evenings I usually read or talked with Grandma. She never grew tired of hearing about college or anything I was involved in. She told me stories about her childhood, family and the early years after she and Grandpa had married.

　　The last Saturday in June, Grandpa suggested we go fishing, since we were caught up on everything. The pond was in a low pasture***牧草*** near the woods. Years before, Grandpa had stocked it with fish. We drove the pickup to the pond that day, looking over the livestock as we went. We hadn't expected what we saw when we got to the pond that morning: One of the swans was dead. Grandpa had given the pair of swans to Grandma on their 50th anniversary. "Why don't we see about buying another one," I suggested, hoping the situation could somehow be righted. Grandpa thought for a few moments before answering.

　　He finally said, "no... it's not that easy, Bruce. You see, swans mate for life." He raised his finger to point, holding the fishing pole in his other hand. "There's nothing we can do for the one that's left. He has to work it out for himself."

　　We caught enough fish that morning for lunch. On the way back to the house, Grandpa asked me not to tell Grandma about the swan. She didn't get down to the pond much anymore, and there was no sense in her knowing about it right away.

　　A few days later, we drove by the pond while doing our morning check on the cows. We found the other swan lying near the same spot we had found the first one. It, too, was dead.

　　The month of July started with me and Grandpa putting up a new stretch of fence. Then July 12 came. That was the day Grandma passed away. I'd overslept that morning. Grandpa had not knocked on my door, either. It was nearly eight o'clock by the time I could hurriedly dress myself and get down to the kitchen. I saw Dr. Morgan sitting at the kitchen table. He was a neighbor of my grandparents' age, long since retired. He'd come to the house several times before on social calls. I immediately knew something was wrong. This morning, his tattered***破爛的*** old black bag was by his feet, and my grandfather was obviously shaken. Grandma had died suddenly that morning of a stroke. By the afternoon, my parents were there. The old house was soon crowded with relatives and Grandpa's friends.

　　The funeral was held the next day. Grandpa had insisted on having it as soon as possible. On the second day after the funeral, Grandpa announced at the breakfast table, "This is a working farm. We have a lot of things to do. The rest of you should get back to your own lives." Most of the family had already left, but this was Grandpa's way of telling the rest it was time for them to go home. My parents were the last to leave after lunch.

　　Grandpa was not a man who could outwardly***表面上*** express his grief around others, and we all worried about him. There had been talk of his giving up the farm. My parents thought he was too old to live out there alone. He wouldn't hear of it, though. I was proud of the way the old man had stood his ground. The rest of the summer flowed by. We stayed busy working. I thought there was something different about Grandpa but couldn't quite put my finger on it. I started to wonder if he would be better off living with someone after all, but I knew he could not leave the farm.

　　September was nearing, and part of me did not want to leave. I thought of skipping the fall semester and staying around a few more months. When I mentioned it, grandpa quickly told me that my place was back at college.

　　The day finally came for me to pack my car and leave. I shook his hand and chanced a hug. As I drove down the driveway, I saw him in the rearview mirror. He waved to me and then walked to the pasture gate to start the morning livestock check.

　　Mom called me at school on a blustery***大風的*** October day to tell me Grandpa had died. A neighbor had stopped by that morning for coffee and found him in the kitchen. He died of a stroke, same as Grandma. At that moment, I understood what he'd clumsily tried to explain to me about the swan on that morning we fished together by the pond.