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导语：真的勇敢，不是背上行囊走出家门，而是在柔软的心里，放下一切戒备，真诚信任。以下我为大家介绍经典英语散文文章，欢迎大家阅读参考!
Snacks are I suppose defined as things that we eat between regular meals. In fact, if you are eating something and it is not breakfast, lunch or dinner-time then it is a snack. So, if you are having an apple sometime in the afternoon then that apple is a snack. However, on the whole when we talk about snacks we are not really talki
ng about fruit and healthy things. The category of snacks is usually filled with things that are not so good for us.
What are these traditional snacks? Chips, or as they are called in Britain, crisps, are a favourite snack and as with most popular snacks they are not a healthy option (选择). Laden with grease (油脂) because of their origin in the fat fryer (油炸用的食品) they are the dieters curse (咒骂). Another great favourite is chocolate and again it is a food option that is well capable of converting a sleek (光滑的) physique (体形) into something a little more wobbly (不稳定的)!
Regarding the healthiness of snacks a big problem of so many of the regular popular options out there is generally their low quality. What you might buy in the stores on the high streets has been mass produced with all sorts of rubbish added to boost the flavour at minimum (最小的) cost. If you were to actually get many of these snack types made at home then they would probably be a lot better for you. For instance, chocolate comes from South America. The original examples of chocolate are very different to what we are now used to. Our chocolate has so much sugar and fat added to it that it would be quite unpalatable (不好吃的) to someone used to the traditional version. However, because we have all been brought up on food and snacks with no subtlety (狡猾，微妙) of flavour then we cannot appreciate the more traditional examples of snacks.
So because of this way our snacks are made we have developed a love-hate relationship with them. Our taste buds (味蕾) demand the satisfaction only snacks can give but the diet industry condemns (指责) them as the road to obesity (肥胖). So there is a conflict between the advertising of snacks and promotion of the lifestyle associated with them of having a good time and the attack on them as dangerous to our health from the just as aggressive diet industry. My advice, is to ignore the propaganda of both sides and enjoy snacks for what they are, which means bearing in mind that too much is too bad.
时光的齿轮咯吱作响，四季的脚步渐渐的，近了，又远了。虽不说四季分明，可也是有规律可寻的。
夏季的风轻柔又活泼地奔跑在这片土地，那么肆意自在，那样的纯真无暇
温柔的风亲吻着河岸的垂柳，划过发丝，划过一颗颗干净的心。然而，清风拂柳绿梳妆，终是有柳叶经不起这样的洗礼，飘零，凋落，最后与泥土归于一处。叶的枯萎终究是辜负了一场情深，奈何情深缘浅，花叶永不相见。就像曲终人不见，不是消失，只是我早已隐退于千峰之后，从此，两不相见。
古朴的柳树没有了昔日地流光溢彩，剩下的气息，是历经岁月的沉淀，千峰百转的摩梭。
碧绿的如同绸缎的一汪湖水，干干净净的，不吵也不闹，可谁也无法忽视它的存在。河畔柳枝的末端垂到水里，飘飘洒洒，在水面划过一道轻柔的痕迹，荡起涟漪微微。
青石板的小路，经历了雨水的冲洗黑的发亮，古朴的气息传递着历史的故事，纷纷扰扰，红尘一梦，飘摇兮若流风之回雪。淡青色的长衫，俊拔的身姿，深邃的眼眸，透着万水千山，映着家国天下。心怀苍生，看天地浩大。
青石板的一旁，在水一方，一草屋，覆着茅草，简陋的屋子，里面的'陈设更是简单。一张木板床，一个烛台，还有墙角的一些木板。虽是简单，可是很干净，看得出主人的用心。
这里住着一位老人，不是风烛残年，不是健壮有力，有时候透露着一股子虚弱。一个既聋又哑的老人。满是皱纹的脸上看不出对生活的一丝抱怨，对现状的一丝哀愁
夏季的雨水正浓，晚上的雨更是在不经意间逃出来，肆意挥洒人间。清晨的露水晶莹剔透，挂在草尖上。一种蓬勃的生机扑面而来
老人慢悠悠的推开了那已经是摇摇欲坠的门，走到河边，先踏出一只脚，踩进小船里，待踩稳后，靠着石岸下了船。拿起木浆，轻轻的摇。小船，柳叶，湖水，在风中摇曳成一副和谐的画。
Time of gear creak, four feet gradually, near and far. Although the four seasons are not clear, they are also regular.
The wind of summer is running in this land gently and vividly, so it is free and pure.
The gentle wind kissed the river willow, across the hair, across a clean heart. However, breeze is always a willow Liulv dressing, can not afford this baptism, wandering, litter, and soil to a final. In the end, the blight of the leaves has failed to live up to a deep feeling. As the final song people don't see, not just disappear, I had to retire from two, Qian Feng, do not meet.
The ancient willow without former Ambilight, the rest of the atmosphere, after years of precipitation, the Mosuo hundred thousand peaks.
Green, like a silk lake of silk, clean, clean, no noise, but no one can ignore its existence. At the end of the hanging river willow in the water, durian, in the water across a gentle ripples slightly traces.
Qingshiban Road, after rain washed black, quaint atmosphere transfer a historical story, confused, a red dream shake, if the return Liufeng snow. The pale blue gown, Jun pull posture, deep eyes, a nation reflects the trials of a long journey. With the common people, to see the vast world.
Qingshiban stood on one side of the water, a grass, covered with thatch, simple house, the inside of the display is more simple. A plank bed, a candlestick, and some boards in the corner. Although it is simple, but very clean, see the intention of the master.
There lived an old man, not frail, is not strong, sometimes revealed a lot of weakness. A deaf and dumb old man. The wrinkled face could not see a glimmer of complaint about life, a melancholy about the situation
The summer rain is strong, the night rain is escaped inadvertently, to sway the world. The early morning crystal is clear and hangs on the tip of the grass. A flourish of vigor and vitality
The old man slowly pushed away the crumbling door and walked to the river. He stepped out of a foot and stepped into the boat. After stepping steadily, he got off the boat on the stone bank. Pick up the pulp and shake it gently. The boat, the willow leaves, the lake water, swaying in the wind into a harmonious picture.
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英语散文的发展历程十分曲折,散文大家风格多变,兼之中英语言个性殊异,若要成功地把英语散文大家的作品翻译到中文,既须了解英语散文发展的概况,又须注意保证气韵逻辑通畅,文气沛然,才能传神译出,曲尽其妙,令汉语读者获得相同或相近的审美感受。下面我为大家带来英语短篇散文精选，欢迎大家阅读!
英语短篇散文精选：童真记趣
Oh God! I think I was about seven and half when my sisters and I pulled this stupid stunt. I remember watching television with them and the show on happened to be our favorite program to watch. All of a sudden we heard my brother, Chris, yelling from the backyard. So we all headed out there to see what happened. When we finally located him, he was in a tree hanging from the highest tree branch. Crying, he explained to us that he had climbed up the tree and couldn't get down. We thought, okay, one of us should climb up and get him off, but we couldn't manage to get him moving down.
It was then my youngest sister, Ka, who was five and a half at the time had seen a similar situation. She suggested we grab a sheet, hold it under the branch Chris was hanging off of, and tell him to drop so we can catch him. My other sister, Yams, who is one year younger than me, peered at me to confirm the idea and I said "Yeah, let's try that".
So we grabbed a sheet from the closet and went to hold it beneath the tree. Now mind you, the ages holding this blanket were ranging from seven and a half to five and a half, thus the sheet was probably being held up to our waist and also close to touching the ground. But we were confident it could work.
We looked up to Chris and he looked down at us a bit hesitant. I don't blame him the poor guy. It was then we told him to let go and to fall on his back. Chris looked at me and asked "Are you sure I'll land on the blanket?" Now, my brother at the age of four, had a cute squeaky voice. But because of a problem at birth with his tongue being a bit attached to the mouth, it came out more like this, "Ah you sho awill lan on da blanked?", "Yup!", I told him, "We're sure!" and he let go.
Now when I think about Chris letting go of that branch, I think of his faith in me and my sisters and I also think how stupid he was to trust us, cause when that boy let go he was in for a big surprise. Chris fell right through that sheet and landed right on his stomach. And no matter how tight we held on to the sheet, he still managed to get through.
We were shocked and a bit worried and we looked at the ground where he landed. This tiny seventy pound boy had made a hole right through the sheet and landed. He was positioned like one of those chalk drawings you find after a homicide, with one arm near the head another to the side and the knee bent a bit. We might as well have drawn an outline because he wasn't moving. So we bent down to check if he was still alive and when we asked him if he was okay he uttered these five words… "Ah stee hi da flow" in other words, "I still hit the floor!" Poor little man! But before you condemn us, Chris is fourteen now and he still bugs us about it, any tree he climbs he gets down on his own and, strangely, he wants to be a fireman when he grows up. Now he can write that he had personal experience about jumping and catching. See, no harm done…
英语短篇散文 精选 ：人生的意义
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no days, no hours or minutes. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will all expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived.
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Your gender, skin color, ethnicity will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage and sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories of those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.
It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
英语短篇散文 精选 ：感谢的快乐
In our life, we have rarely expressed our gratitude to the one who’d lived those years with us. In fact, we don’t have to wait for anniversaries to thank the ones closet to us—the ones so easily overlooked. If I have learned anything about giving thanks, it is this: give it now! while your feeling of appreciation is alive and sincere, act on it. Saying thanks is such an easy way to add to the world’s happiness.
Saying thanks not only brightens someone else’s world, it brightens yours. If you’re feeling left out, unloved or unappreciated, try reaching out to others. It may be just the medicine you need.
Of course, there are times when you can’t express gratitude immediately. In that case don’t let embarrassment sink you into silence-speak up the first time you have the chance.
Once a young minister, Mark Brian, was sent to a remote parish of Kwakiutl Indians in British Columbia. The Indians, he had been told, did not have a word for thank you. But Brian soon found that these people had exceptional generosity. Instead of saying thanks, it is their custom to return every favor with a favor of their own, and every kindness with an equal or superior kindness. They do their thanks.
I wonder if we had no words in our vocabulary for thank you, would we do a better job of communicating our gratitude? Would we be more responsive, more sensitive, more caring?
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