關於英語美文朗誦欣賞

　　朗誦和歌唱兩種藝術形式都是以語言作為共同的基礎,從某種意義上說可以做到相互促進。下面是小編帶來的關於英語美文朗誦，歡迎閱讀!

　　關於英語美文朗誦篇一

　　永遠守護著自己的天使

　　In fact, everyone has an angel protecting himself forever.

　　其實每個人都有一個永遠守護著自己的天使

　　If this angel feels that your life is full of pain and you always feel excessively sad, She would turn into someone else beside you. Maybe it's a friend of you, or your lover, or a net-friend you have never met,or a stranger you just met only once.

　　這個天使如果覺得你的生活太過痛苦，你的心情太過悲傷，那麼她就化身成你身邊的某一個人，也許是你的朋友，也許是你的戀人，也許是你未曾見過的網友，也許是你僅僅見過一面的陌生人.

　　These persons quietly appear in your life, accompany you with a happy time and then he could leave silently. And thus your life is full of happy memories. Even the future path is covered with storm or snow, once reminiscing those happy stories he brought to you , you can still be brave.

　　這些人靜靜的出現在你的生命裡，陪你度過一段快樂的時光，然後他再不動聲色的離開。於是你的人生就有了幸福的回憶，即使你以後的道路上佈滿了風雪，一想起曾經他給你的幸福故事，你就可以依然勇敢。

　　For those who have left you without any word, actually they're angels returning to the heaven. For example, your lost friends ,the strangers who ever gave you help, those seperated but used to love you, those artists who used to sing good songs to you, the good writer,and etc.., they are all kind-hearted angels.

　　所以那些默默離開你的人，其實都是天使迴歸了天國，比如那些離開的朋友，那些曾經給過你幫助的陌生人，那些曾經愛過但最後分開的人，曾經給你唱過很好聽的歌曲的藝人、寫過一本好書的作家，他們都是善良的天使。

　　Perhaps sometimes you would feel sad or lost because of their disappearance, and would seek them everywhere to find out where they're going, which nation they've arrived. But in the end, you'll be convinced that they stay in a certain nook of this world with a tranquil and gratified life. Finallly, all the feelings of loss or sadness will no longer exist since time has been the greatest therapist.

　　也許你有段時間會對於他們的消失感到傷心或失落，會四處尋找想知道他們去了哪裡，到了什麼國度，可是到最後，你都會相信，他們在這個世界的某一個角落，安靜而滿足的生活著，於是曾經的那些失落和傷心都將不復存在。時間是最偉大的治癒師.

　　關於英語美文朗誦篇二

　　人生的蝴蝶效應“Thank you for your application. We would like to congratulate you,” the letter read. Those words can make your heart skip a beat and bring tears to your eyes. The feeling of following your dreams is inexplicable and proof that all your hard work was worth it.

　　“感謝你的申請。我們要恭喜你，”信上寫道。那些話能使你的心為之一顫，讓你熱淚盈眶。追隨夢想的感受是難以言喻的，並且證明你所有的努力都是值得的。

　　It is a signpost in life, a trail marker. It is a day you will never forget, the day you opened that envelope and your future was revealed. But what about all those days in-between—the ones that make and break you, the days that are nothing special.

　　那是人生中的一個標記，人生路上的里程碑。那是你永遠不會忘記的日子，那天你開啟那個信封，你的未來就隨之展現。但是在你獲得錄取信之前的所有日子呢?那些使你成功也使你崩潰的日子，那些平平淡淡的日子。

　　Would you have received that acceptance letter had you not attended the college fair at your school? What if you had forgotten to send an essay with your application, would you have been rejected?

　　要是你那時沒有參加學校的學院展，你還會收到錄取信嗎?如果當時在寄申請書的時候，你忘記附上一篇個人陳述，你會被拒絕嗎?

　　In life, one step creates the next. Each day is of equal importance, no matter how good or bad. There is no moment in life that does not matter. Regardless of how insignificant, each choice, each day, each idea, is the birth of the next. Something simple can completely reshape your life. It’s just like the Butterfly Effect and you never know what is at the end. To go back in time and change one moment in the many that create your life could change everything that follows.

　　人生中，步步相隨。無論好與壞，每一天都一樣的重要。人生中沒有一個時刻是無關緊要的。不管如何不值一提，每個選擇、每一天、每個想法，都會引出下一步。簡單的事情可以完全重塑你的人生。那就像是“蝴蝶效應”，你永遠不知道最後的結果是什麼。若回顧從前並改變創造你人生的眾多時刻中的一個，隨後的一切也會被改變。

　　If I’ve learned anything, it is that everything matters. You can struggle through life in an attempt to create the perfect path, but the truth is you will always wonder if it could have been better. Everything is important and nothing need be changed—to climb up the hill may be difficult, but you’ll reach the top no matter which path you choose.

　　要是說我悟出什麼道理，那就是任何事情都是重要的。你可以奮鬥一生，試圖創造完美的人生之路，但事實是你總是懷疑是否原本有更好的路可以走。每件事情都是重要的，任何事情都無需改變——攀山的過程可能是艱辛的，但無論你選擇哪條道路，你終會到達頂峰。

　　關於英語美文朗誦篇三

　　Roses in December十二月的玫瑰

　　By Herb Appenzeller, Ed.D.

　　Coaches more times than not use their hearts instead of their heads to make tough decisions. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case when I realized we had a baseball conference game scheduled when our seniors would be in Washington, D.C. for the annual senior field trip. We were a team dominated by seniors, and for the first time in many years, we were in the conference race for first place. I knew we couldn’t win without our seniors, so I called the rival coach and asked to reschedule the game when everyone was available to play.

　　“No way,” he replied. The seniors were crushed and offered to skip the much-awaited traditional trip. I assured them they needed to go on the trip as part of their educational experience, though I really wanted to accept their offer and win and go on to the conference championship. But I did not, and on that fateful Tuesday, I wished they were there to play.

　　I had nine underclass players eager and excited that they finally had a chance to play. The most excited player was a young mentally challenged boy we will call Billy. Billy was, I believe, overage, but because he loved sports so much, an understanding principal had given him permission to be on the football and baseball teams. Billy lived and breathed sports and now he would finally get his chance to play. I think his happiness captured the imagination of the eight other substitute players. Billy was very small in size, but he had a big heart and had earned the respect of his teammates with his effort and enthusiasm. He was a left-handed hitter and had good baseball skills. His favorite pastime, except for the time he practiced sports, was to sit with the men at a local rural store talking about sports. On this day, I began to feel that a loss might even be worth Billy’s chance to play.

　　Our opponents jumped off to a four-run lead early in the game, just as expected. Somehow we came back to within one run, and that was the situation when we went to bat in the bottom of the ninth. I was pleased with our team’s effort and the constant grin on Billy’s face. If only we could win..., I thought, but that’s asking too much. If we lose by one run, it will be a victory in itself. The weakest part of our lineup was scheduled to hit, and the opposing coach put his ace pitcher in to seal the victory.

　　To our surprise, with two outs, a batter walked, and the tying run was on first base. Our next hitter was Billy. The crowd cheered as if this were the final inning of the conference championship, and Billy waved jubilantly. I knew he would be unable to hit this pitcher, but what a day it had been for all of us. Strike one. Strike two. A fastball. Billy hit it down the middle over the right fielder’s head for a triple to tie the score. Billy was beside himself, and the crowd went wild.

　　Ben, our next hitter, however, hadn’t hit the ball even once in batting practice or intrasquad games. I knew there was absolutely no way for the impossible dream to continue. Besides, our opponents had the top of their lineup if we went into overtime. It was a crazy situation and one that needed reckless strategy.

　　I called a time-out, and everyone seemed confused when I walked to third base and whispered something to Billy. As expected, Ben swung on the first two pitches, not coming close to either. When the catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher Billy broke from third base sprinting as hard as he could. The pitcher didn’t see him break, and when he did he whirled around wildly and fired the ball home. Billy dove in head first, beat the throw, and scored the winning run. This was not the World Series, but don’t tell that to anyone present that day. Tears were shed as Billy, the hero, was lifted on the shoulders of all eight team members.

　　If you go through town today, forty-two years later, you’ll likely see Billy at that same country store relating to an admiring group the story of the day he won the game that no one expected to win. Of all the spectacular events in my sports career, this memory is the highlight. It exemplified what sports can do for people, and Billy’s great day proved that to everyone who saw the game.

　　J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” Billy gave all of us a rose garden.