晓晓小同学
英美 文化 的背景知识是 英语学习 不可缺少的一环，人们谈起学英语必然要提及打好英语基础，而打好基础则离不开语音、语法、词汇，和训练提高听说读写译的能力，同时也离不开对英语美文的学习和积累。下面是我带来的必读的简单英文美文，欢迎阅读!必读的简单英文美文篇一 Dad "It's never too late to have a happy childhood," some bumper-sticker author said. I think it is never too late to need Dad. When we're little, Daddy is in charge of the world, as we know it. Yes, I know we have a President, some countries have kings or prime ministers, and there's always God, but they are really not in charge of the world. Dad knows everything, he can do anything, he is always right, he can always fix things. He's almost like God. "Hey, Daddy! Where is Helsinki?" My father always replied, "If you put things away where they belong, you would know where they are." "Hey, Daddy! I really need to know about Helsinki." "OK; let's get the encyclopedia." "Hey, Dad! Can I use the car for a date tonight?" "Yeah. Be home before midnight." Arriving home at 2:30 a.m., Dad was up waiting. We don't understand about love and anger when we're kids. Dads yell and shout, and we don't realize it is because they care; we think it is because they have to be tough. Not this time. He said, "Thank God you're safe. Go to bed; we'll talk about this in the morning." "Hey, Dad! I got into trouble at school today. I didn't really do anything wrong. That stupid teacher won't listen to me." "I'll listen. What happened?....Is that really what happened?" Next day, Dad is at my school, talking with my teacher, fixing the misunderstanding. He has such power! I can always count on Dad. When Daddy starts to get old (about the same time as I am 13 years old), he gets really stupid, but he is still in charge of the world. "Hey, Daddy! What's this with boys? Do you know why they are so weird? Were you like this when you were a boy?" Dad pontificates for awhile on the nature of the teen-age human animal and I sort of get the hint that even though he is old (35), he knows about both boys and girls. Some dads even know about such matters as safe sex and child support. Regardless of what they know (or don't know), they mostly care, and can be counted on to be on your side. When you're a kid, Dads are good for playing basketball in the driveway;Daddies are good audiences for dance recitals. If we get our foot caught in a bear trap, Dad will free the foot, bind it, and take us to the doctor. Dad doesn't panic; he, being Dad, just automatically knows what to do, and does it.He buries our non-human family members; he fixes the things we break. The small things Dad does for us make us feel valuable and important. Daddy lectures and pontificates; he is the ultimate authority on everything. He is so totally boring - I hope he doesn't act like such a jerk in front of my friends. If he talks too much, they also will know how stupid he is. Of course, even though he is (during some periods of my life) an utterly stupid nerd, he is not fair game for criticism from others. He is still the best dad there is... "Hey, Dad! How are you going to vote?" "Not me. I think he's a crook." So argument ensues...Dad is still stupid, but getting a little smarter, and we can listen to him without acknowledging his wisdom. "Hey, Daddy! Wanna hold the baby for awhile?" Daddy assures his "princess" that her baby is truly a marvel, and "Princess" feels warm and reassured. "Hey,Dad!Do you have fifty bucks I could borrow?"He does.Even if he doesn't,he will find it or go without something so he will have it.Then he feels embarrassed when we pay him back,and he says,"Naw;you don't have to pay it,"but we do because it is important to do the right thing. Dad taught us that. Whether Dad is a brain surgeon or a gandy dancer, Dad is always there for us. The back-up unit in case of temporary failure. Even when Dad is 80 and maybe forgets sometimes or maybe has little "accidents," he is still in charge of my world. Even when Daddy needs for us to take care of him, he is still Daddy who knows all and who can do everything. Whether Dad is a rocket scientist or a janitor, he sweat bullets to take care of us, to teach us what is right, and to make sure we had some fun. Dad taught us the true meaning of respect and how to earn it. No matter what career choice we make, Dad will be proud of us. He will do his best to make sure we have the education and/or training we need in order to be able to take care of ourselves and our burgeoning families. Eventually, Dad goes on, as all living creatures do. It is a loss that is unutterably cruel. It is frightening to envision life without Dad. Even Dads need Dads. The fact that one is 50 or so years old does nothing to diminish the need for Dad. We can recall sitting in the bleachers at the ball game with Dad - a bonding thing that gruffly says "I love you." Upon achieving majority, we could even have a beer with Dad. We can recall being walloped by Dad and know that it was an act of love. We cherish the time spent with Dad while he taught us the necessary maintenance tasks associated with car ownership. We still capture the feeling that came over us when we saw Dad's face out there in the audience, and he was proud, and he and Mom knew they had created something very special when they made us. Dad presides over all festive events. "How is today different from other days?" Of course he knows, and knows how to explain; it is he who takes charge and knows how to do everything;he is the leader, and he is in charge of our world. The Captain of the ocean sea. Father's Day is kind of an embarrassment to Dad - he is accustomed to being the provider;not the recipient. We honor Dad for being in charge of the world, but Dad somehow is a bit diffident about being the honoree on Father's Day. Dads don't really leave us when they go.Their spirits inhabit our psyche, and stay with us always.Fortunately,the parting is usually gradual, and sometimes, as when they need our care,we have an opportunity to show our gratitude and our love directly to him.Being aware that it will happen"some day"does not really anesthetize us against the actuality of the event.Emotions cannot be intellectualized, and pain is pain. It is okay to feel pain - to hurt. It is okay to heal, which we always do. It is also okay to become the Dad who knows everything, can do everything, and who is in charge of the world. 必读的简单英文美文篇二 Being in Love Love starts as an attraction to another. Love grows with mutual respect. Love thrives on confidence and dignity. Love survives on wisdom and honor. 爱萌芽,源于彼此吸引.爱生长,源于相互尊重.爱开花,基于自信\尊贵.爱永生,归于高尚. New love, stirs the emotions, moves the soul and fires the blood setting hearts aflame. Love of a mate provides us with another soul to feel kinship, with someone to share life with,someone to be loved, in spite of shortcomings and human frailties. someone with which we can share meaningful conversation, and plans for the future. Someone to recall the past with,to dream with. Someone with whom silence is comfortable. Another soul on the earth who is in tune with yours. someone who cares deeply about your well being and who in turn is cared for by you... just as deeply. 新欢,挑动激情,感动灵魂,升腾热血点燃心灵.对配偶的爱让我们拥有恶劣另一个可以感受亲情的灵魂;可以共渡今生;可以去爱而不去计较缺点和不足;可以一同分享有意义的谈话, 一同勾画明天,一同回忆过去, 一同梦想未来.同爱人在一起,就是沉默也令人惬意.爱也让我们拥有了另一个在世间与你合拍的灵魂.她深深牵挂着你的健康,而你也为此牵挂着她...都是同样的深. someone whose happiness means as much, if not more than your own. someone to place your trust in without fear of betrayal. not having to worry when you are apart, because you are secure in the knowledge that they will honor the love you share. Someone to hopefully grow old beside, to share the winter of life with, while recalling the summer of your dreams. 她的快乐与你的快乐相比,其中的意义有过之而无不及.她让你坚信对爱至死不渝,就算别离之际也无际也无须挂虑,因为对爱得到尊重你们满怀信心,她让你有望白头偕老,怀着对梦想中夏日的追忆,一同走过生命的冬季. Lover is someone who, with a look, can touch your heart, ease your mind and bring comfort to your soul. Someone whose voice is music to your ear. Someone who by just entering a room makes your heart soar and joy fill your being, makes you want to touch them, be close to them. Who cant run your blood to molten fire with desire, their presence being food for your soul. Someone for whom your love grows stronger not weaker with the passing years.someone who is willing to talk out problems and share concerns, not look for an easy way out if all does not go just as expected. Someone to share all things with: tenderness,passion, warmth, dreams and desire, laughter and tears but mostly life's journey. A casually dropped piece of clothing can bring your love to mind as the scent of them clings, and turns your thoughts to love, as pleasant memories collect to be reviewed at leisure. 所谓心上人,便是只看一眼就能打动你的心,舒畅你的情,给你的灵魂带来安慰.她的声音对你总是那样动听.她只要一进房门就会让你的心飞翔.她能用欲火将你的热血化作耀眼的火焰,她的存在是你的精神食粮.她与你之间的爱情随着时光流逝只会更深而不会浅.她只愿与你分忧解难,而不会因为任何困难而草草了结.她愿意与你同甘共苦,她可以与你共渡难关.她与你分享的可以包罗万象;温柔\激情\亲热\梦想和渴望\欢笑与泪光,而多半是人生的景象.她随意脱下衣服都能让你回味起爱情,就好象她的芬芳在衣上汇聚,勾起了你对爱的追忆,就好象闲暇间拾起美好的记忆要来细心斟酌. Love of a partner requires long-term commitment and wisdom and above all, work from both partners to nourish and nurture that love into a living growing thing. Without nourishment, all things die, even love. 爱一个人不仅要长久的承诺和智慧,更需要要彼此不且的努力,要把这份爱培育和呵护为一个充满生机而不断发展的个体.没有滋润,万物及亡,爱也不例外. Do not easily discard love, for the day may come when love, in turn, discards you. Place a high value in this the most precious of life's joys. Some never find this treasure, many find and lose it through no fault of their own. Some discard it lightly as if it were of little value and easily replaced. The ability to love and be loved is the mosrt precious of girfts given to man, and as such should be hightly treasured. 不要轻易放弃你的爱,否则有朝一日也会这样放弃你.要珍惜这一生命中最宝贵的乐趣.有人一生从未找到这种财富.但更多的人是找到了,又失去了,尽管这不是他们的错.还有人将它轻易放弃,就好象它毫无意义,可以随意代替.爱和被爱的能力是上苍给予人类的最珍贵礼物,我们应该好好珍惜. 必读的简单英文美文篇三 The Difference Between Love and Like 爱与喜欢的区别 ——Anna Site Herdiyanti 安娜·思蒂·何迪艳提 In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster, 面对心爱的人，你的心跳会加速， But in front of the person you like, you get happy. 然而面对喜欢的人，你会兴高采烈。 In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring, 面对心爱的人，冬天就像是春天， But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter. 然而面对喜欢的人，冬天是个美丽的冬天。 If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush, 假如你凝视的是心爱的人，你会脸红， But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile. 但假如你凝视的是喜欢的人，你会微笑。 In front of the person you love, you can’t say everything on your mind, 面对心爱的人，你不能说出心中的一切， But in front of the person you like, you can. 然而面对喜欢的人，你言无不尽。 In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy, 面对心爱的人，你容易羞涩， But in front of the person you like, you can show your own self. 然而面对喜欢的人，你能展现真实的自我。 The person you love comes into your mind every 2 minutes, 心爱的人时刻萦绕在你心头， You can’t look straight into the eyes of the one you love, 你不能直视心爱的人的眼睛， But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like. 而你却能欣然接受喜欢的人的目光。 When the one you love is crying, you cry with them, 当心爱的人哭泣，你会一同落泪， But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting. 而当喜欢的人哭泣，你会停下来安慰。 The feeling of love starts from the eye. 爱的感觉源自眼睛， And the feeling of like starts from the ear. 而喜欢的感觉源自耳朵。 So if you stop liking a person you used to like, 所以如果你不再喜欢你喜欢的人， All you need to do is cover your ears. 你只需要堵住耳朵。 But if you try to close your eyes, 但是如果你试图闭上眼睛， Love turns into a teardrop and remains in your heart forever after. 爱便会化作一滴泪水，永远留在你的心中。
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--- Logan Pearsall Smith ( 1865-1946 )The old lady had always been proud of the great rose-tree in her garden, and was fond of telling how it had grown from a cutting she had brought years before from Italy, when she was first married. She and her husband had been travelling back in their carriage from Rome ( it was before the time of railways ) and on a bad piece of road south of Siena they had broken down, and had been forced to pass the night in a little house by the road-side. The accommodation was wretched of course; she had spent a sleepless night, and rising early had stood, wrapped up, at her window, with the cool air blowing on her face, to watch the dawn. She could still, after all these years, remember the blue mountains with the bright moon above them, and how a far-off town on one of the peaks had gradually grown whiter and whiter, till the moon faded, the mountains were touched with the pink of the rising sun, and suddenly the town was lit as by an illumination, one window after another catching and reflecting the sun's beam, till at last the whole little city twinkled and sparkled up in the sky like a nest of stars.That morning, finding they would have to wait while their carriage was being repaired, they had driven in a local conveyance up to the city on the mountain, where they had been told they would find better quarters; and there they had stayed two or three days. It was one of the miniature Italian cities with a high church, a pretentious piazza, a few narrow streets and little palaces, perched, all compact and complete, on the top of a mountain, within and enclosure of walls hardly larger than an English kitchen garden. But it was full of life and nose, echoing all day and all night with the sounds of feet and voices.The Cafe of the simple inn where they stayed was the meeting place of the notabilities of the little city; the Sindaco, the avvocato, the doctor, and a few others; and among them they noticed a beautiful, slim, talkative old man, with bright black eyes and snow-white hair — tall and straight and still with the figure of a youth, although the waiter told them with pride that the Conte was molto vecchio — would in fact be eightey in the following year. He was the last of his family, the waiter added — they had once been great and rich people — but he had no descendants; in fact the waiter mentioned with complacency, as if it were a story on which the locality prided itself, that the Conte had been unfortunate in love, and had never married.The old gentleman, however, seemed cheerful enough; and it was plain that he took an interest in the strangers, and wished to make their acquaintance. This was soon effected by the friendly waiter; and after a little talk the old man invited them to visit his villa and garden which were just outside the walls of the town. So the next afternoon, when the sun began to descend, and they saw in glimpses through door-ways and windows, blue shadows beginning to spread over the brown mountains, they went to pay their visit. It was not much of a place, a small, modernized, stucco villa, with a hot pebbly garden, and in it a stone basin with torpid gold-fish, and a statue of Diana and her hounds against the wall. But what gave a glory to it was a gigantic rose-tree which clambered over the house, almost smothering the windows, and filling the air with the perfume of its sweetness. Yes, it was a fine rose, the Conte said proudly when they praised it, and he would tell the Signora about it. And as they sat there, drinking the wine he offered them, he alluded with the cheerful indifference of old age to his love-affair, as though he took for granted that they had heard of it already. "The lady lived across the valley there beyond that hill. I was a young man then, for it was many years ago. I used to ride over to see her; it was a long way, but I rode fast, for young men, as no doubt the Signora knows, are impatient. But the lady was not kind, she would keep me waiting, oh, for hours; and one day when I had waited very long I grew very angry, and as I walked up and down in the garden where she had told me she would see me, I broke one of her roses, broke a branch from it ; and when I saw what I had done, I hid it inside my coat — so —; and when I came home I planted it, and the Signora sees how it has grown. If the Signora admires it, I must give her a cutting to plant also in her garden; I am told the English have beautiful gardens that are green, and not burnt with the sun like ours."The next day, when their mended carriage had come up to fetch them, and they were just starting to drive away from the inn, the Conte's old servant appeared with the rose-cutting neatly wrapped up, and the compliments and wishes for a buon viaggio from her master. The town collected to see them depart, and the children heard a rush of feet behind them for a few moments, but soon they were far down towards the valley; the little town with all its noise and life was high above them on its mountain peak.She had planted the rose at home, where it had grown and flourished in a wonderful manner; and every June the great mass of leaves and shoots still broke out into a passionate splendour of scent and crimson colour, as if in its root and fibres there still burnt the anger and thwarted desire of that Italian lover. Of course the old Conte must have died many years ago; she had forgotten his name, and had even forgotten the name of the mountain city that she had stayed in, after first seeing it twinkling at dawn in the sky, like a nest of stars.参考译文：老太太一直为她园中那株蔷薇树感到骄傲，好对人讲，这树是怎么从一根由意大利带回的枝条上长起来的，那是好多年以前的事，那时她刚结婚。 她和她丈夫正从罗马乘坐马车回国（那时还没有火车），一天在辛拿城南一段崎岖的路上，车子出了毛病，不得已只好暂时到路边一所小宅院去过夜。 设备当然是简陋极了；她度过了一个不眠之夜，次日很早起身，披衣凝立窗前，在拂面的习习晨风中，注视天色破晓。 虽然事隔多年，她仍然记得青山让一轮皓月，远山之颠的一座城镇，逐渐泛白，继而月落，山边为徐徐升起的朝阳染成绯红；不久，城镇恍然似为巨焰所映，斗然大亮，窗扉一扇扇在朝霞的照耀下，光晶泛彩。 最后整个小城在天宇之间闪烁辉耀起来，宛若一团星群。由于修车尚待时日，那天早上他们便搭乘当地车辆去了那座山城，那里据说可以觅到较好住处；他们在那里逗留了两三天。 那座城是典型意大利式的小城，有一座高耸的教堂，一个矜饰的广场，几条狭窄的街道，几所矮小的楼房，紧凑齐全，毕集于一座山头之上，周围还有城墙环绕，占地比一个英国的家厨菜园也大不许多。 然而这里却充满生机，非常热闹，轮蹄喧哗，彻夜不休。他们下榻的一家普通旅店中的餐馆为城中名流聚会之地；包括市长，律师，医生，以及一些其他人物；这些人中他们遇见了一位风姿翩翩，消瘦健谈的老人，乌黑的眸子炯炯有神，头发已经雪白 —— 他的体格修长挺立，仍然具有年轻人的身段，虽然侍者骄傲地对他们讲，这位伯爵已经molto vecchio （年纪很大）了 —— 实际上翌年即满八十。 他是他家族的最后一人，侍者补充到 —— 他家曾经是富贵望族 —— 但他没有后代；伯爵在爱情上受过挫折，并从此未曾结婚，云云。 实际上侍者提及此事时面有得意之色，仿佛这是当地人民引以为荣的一段故事。这为老先生兴致很高；显然他对这两位陌生人很感兴趣，并愿意结识他们。 这事随即由友好的侍者促成；于是，在一次短暂的交谈之后，老人便邀请他们去他的别墅与花园做客，地址即在城墙之外不远的地方。 于是次日下午，当夕阳开始西沉，门窗启处，兰色暗影已渐渐笼罩棕褐的山岭时，他们遂欣然命驾。 那里地势局促 —— 一座不大的现代式灰墁别墅而外，另有一个炎澳的软石路面的花园，石砌水池之中浮游着一些懒散的金鱼，池旁靠墙处并有一尊女猎神及其猎犬的雕像等等。 但是足为这小园增色的是其中一巨株蔷薇，树身过屋，绿荫翳窗，使院中沁满浓香。 的确，这是一株不错的蔷薇，伯爵听了客人夸奖之后得意地说，并说他乐意把树的来历讲给夫人听听。 于是当他们坐定之后，一边饮着酒时，他便以老年人满不在乎的欣然神情，略微提了提他的一段旧情，仿佛他相信他们对此一定早有所闻似的。“女士就住在青山背后的河谷对岸。 那时我还是个少年，因为这已是多年前的事了。 我常常骑马过去看她；路途不近，但我骑得很快，这点夫人当然理解，年轻人总是性急的。 但这位女士心地不善良，喜欢叫人等个不休，往往一等就是几个小时；一天，我因为等得过久而生气起来。 当我在她叫我等她的那个花园中踱来踱去时，我折了她的一朵，应该说一枝，蔷薇；当我发现自己做了这么一件事时，我便把那枝蔷薇藏在外衣里面 —— 就像这样 ——；回来以后我就把它种上，而夫人也已看到，它长得多好。 如果夫人喜爱的话，我当然要奉赠一枝，好把它栽在园里；听说英国人的花园非常美丽，青葱翠绿，不象我们此地给太阳晒得那么燥热。”第二天，修好了的马车来迎接他们。 正当他们即将离开旅社之际，伯爵的老仆赶来，奉上包扎精致的蔷薇枝条一束，并代其主人转致一路平安之意。 城中的人也都跑来向他们道别，儿童尾随在车子后面，一直跟出城外。 他们听见车后的脚步声乱哄了一阵，但不久车子已经往下走了很远，进入河谷地带，而这座喧闹的山顶小城则早已高高地在他们头顶之上了。她把蔷薇栽在家中，蔷薇长得枝遂叶茂，十分美丽；每逢六月到来，浓碧的枝叶丛中，猩红馥郁，蔚成一派情如火灼的奇观，仿佛它的根茎之间依旧燃烧着那位意大利情人的愤怒与郁悒。 当然那老伯爵此时肯定早已去世多年；而她也记不起他的名字，甚至连她所住过的那座山城叫什么名字，她也都记不起了，虽然她曾经在拂晓之时看它在空中闪烁发光，宛若一团星群。你分段吧
