關於高中英語優美小短文

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　　篇一

　　Five minutes to spare

　　No matter how busy you are, you could spend five minutes:

　　To answer the telephone

　　To read the morning paper

　　To talk with a neighbor

　　To dispute with the laundryman about a mistake

　　To watch new furniture being unloaded next door

　　To chat with a salesman

　　To read a trivial letter

　　Or to write one

　　It takes only five minutes:

　　To say a prayer for the suffering friend

　　To stop and think of God's daily gift of mercy

　　To remember the cross

　　To make an act of faith, hope and love

　　To whisper an "our Father" or "Hail Mary" for someone in need

　　To say a decade of the Rosary for the pour souls

　　To vist the little statue or picture on the mantle place and tell the Savior how much you love him

　　To make a spiritual communion

　　Which is the better way to spend five minutes?

　　篇二

　　After A Long Winter

　　Up earlier than usual. The air is calling.

　　Spring air is different from winter air.

　　Tree branches are serrated with red bud teeth.

　　Later, they grow chartreuse fuzz, making pale green auras in the sun.

　　Summer leaves will be dark, shading, but spring leaves let the light through.

　　Spring trees glow in the daytime, spreading translucent canopies.

　　The birds are out, racketing their news from bush to branch. Cats are still curled up on fire escapes. They are in no hurry to get up in the cool morning air and they know it will warm up later. They are watching the birds. They can wait.

　　The air is clear, clean cool. The smells are tiny smells, little whiffs of green, a ribbon of brown mud, the blue smell of the sky. Midday is mild enough for short sleeves. I eat my lunch outsider, sitting on a warm brick wall. The breeze lifts my hair and riffles the edge of my skirt. I have to squint. Everything tastes better.

　　Until today I had been too huddled in my winter coat to notice the quiet coming of flowers. Suddenly, daffodils smile in my face, parrot tulips wave their beaky petals, and fragrant white blossoms are pinned to dogwood trees like bows in a young girl's hair.

　　The evening is soft. I need my thin jacket.

　　It's still light out when I walk home from the Metro.

　　I could walk for hours.

　　Like a kid playing street games with her friends, I don't want to go in.

　　When I went to work this morning, I left my windows open.

　　Spring came in through the screens while I was gone.

　　It's as if I had used a big sliver key and rolled back the roof like a lid on a sardine can.

　　The indoors smell like the outdoors.

　　It will be like lying down in the grass to sleep.

　　The sheets are cool. The quilt is warm.

　　The light fades outside my windows. This weekend, I think I'll wash my car.

　　篇三

　　Never Judge A Book by Its Cover

　　A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard's outer office .The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods country folk had not business at Harvard, and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge .She frowned. "We want to see the president," the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady replied.

　　For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. And the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president. "Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. He signed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with nobodies, but he detested gingham and homespun suits cluttering his office.

　　The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple .The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year .He loved Harvard, and was very happy here. But he was accidentally killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him somewhere on campus. "The president wasn't touched, and she was shocked, "Madam," he said gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died, this place would look like a cemetery."

　　"Oh, no" the lady explained quickly, "we don't want to erect a statue .We thought we would give a building to Harvard." The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have and earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard.

　　For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased .He could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly. "Is that all it costs to start a university?" Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name -- a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

　　You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who can do nothing for them or to them.