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1.晨读英语美文100篇：On Going a Journey

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很久没有这样了，没有像今天这样，感到太阳是如此亲切。

雨是夜里下的，有风和闪电。都不大，不是轰轰烈烈。但仍不失雨夏天的个性，利爽，干脆，直率，说来就来，说去就去，没有黏黏糊糊，缠缠绵绵。天亮后，已是一穹的清朗。从空气的湿润，院坝的深暗，树叶上的晶莹中，还可以追忆雨的足迹；而风和闪电，则过就过了，没有留下痕迹。就是在这时，我发现了一个笑脸，太阳的笑脸。嫩红，新鲜，喜气，真诚，复杂，表情丰富，富有生命的动感与活力。晨早的太阳，以它一天运转中最珍贵的纯洁与本真，亲切而随和地迎着我，和我刚走出的梦境。一种温暖浸润到了全身，不仅仅是体感的，而是心灵的。我感到一种莫名的幸福与欣慰。

乡村的觉睡得安静，昨夜的风雨，不过是一种催眠。我的醒来是鸟儿的惊扰，与风雨和阳光无关。阳光什么时候溜进了窗户，停留在我的脸上，抚慰与亲近，都是不知不觉的。现在想来，那鸟儿与太阳，还有这眼紧闭的窗，应该都是有某种约定的。不然，和我一样贪睡的鸟儿，为什么那么早起，恰如其时地鸣叫，反反复复，不厌其烦，直至我的眼光，与阳光照面；紧闭的窗为什么就留下了一条细长的缝。一种珍贵的拥有，往往得之于偶然，比如今天。虽然，每天都有日出日落，天亮天黑。但是，我们却不一定每天都拥有晨光里的那一份至珍，并不是每天都以开眠的本真，与同样本真的太阳相视。我们往往习惯把梦境嫁予黑夜，把自己的情感与情绪，维系于一份虚妄的存在，以至于在习惯中养成了对身边真实存在的忽略。当错过了最美好的时光，在庸常中与阳光邂逅时，我们并不知道，彼此都已染上了尘间的俗气；或者，误认为阳光和笑脸，都是与生俱来的拥有，以至于忽视了追求本真的勇气，忽视了晨光里的珍惜。

四川平原多雾，太阳是很少清晰露脸的，何况清晨。人们通常说的白天，不过是太阳的光线，艰难地穿过雾障，在混沌中的一种呈现。比如此时。阳光是混沌的，经过雾和尘的过滤；本真的太阳躲在云后，阳光穿过忽厚忽薄的云，忽明忽暗地照在地上，我们便有了阴晴冷热。正置夏末，正是农人默念“秋前十天无谷打，秋后十天满坝黄”的时候。季节和阳光，正在夏与秋的更替中办理交接。盛夏的余威还在，此时的阳光，应当更接近冈察洛夫置身的圣彼得堡。幸福与痛苦总是关联的，骄阳给原野增添着生气，却以难耐的酷热折磨着城市；稻秧拔节了，街道旁的花草却奄奄一息。街道，楼房和银行门口的石狮，都晒得冒烟；树荫下的狗伸长着舌头，哼哼地东张西望；街上的行人用手遮掩着额头，汗水直往眼里钻。我躲在室内，从办公室到家，企图用开足的空调与酷热抗衡，谁知那人为的凉，却透过浅薄的皮肤，钻进了我的身体里。浑身发冷，虚汗直冒，赶紧去打点滴。

今天却不同。晨早的阳光，不仅让我领略了一个笑脸，而且让我能够走过阳光，与太阳会面。

鸟儿仍在叫，声音短促而零碎。阳光照在脸上，鲜嫩而透明。这应是一缕背叛的阳光，安祥，柔和，体贴，温婉，不烈不毒，不骄不酷，超越于时节。怎能不赶快起床。这样躺着，将身体缩进被空调吹凉的被窝里，伸出一张期待的脸，去面对阳光，企图鱼与熊掌皆得。人怎么可以这样贪婪，这样将息自己，这样没有章法地生活。窗是开阔的，几乎占据了整个一面墙壁的大半。我说的是面向东方，面朝田野和思蒙河的那面墙。只是那开阔没有显露，而是被厚厚的窗帘遮蔽着，那条细长而狭窄的缝，绝不是我昨晚有意留的，没有想到要让它存在，好邀约晨早的阳光唤醒熟睡的我。本意就是遮蔽，遮蔽昨夜的黑暗----黑暗也需要遮蔽吗，我突然感觉到，一个被忽略了的滑稽与迷惑，但我们却每天都在重复，心安理得，重复了很多年；遮蔽白天的阳光，才应该是本意，人们习惯于闭眼面对黑夜----只是，幸好这种遮蔽不太成功，留下了一条缝，让我得以与晨早的阳光亲近，得以贴近笑脸，领略笑脸，并从中感受到了许多的温暖与亲切。

晨早的太阳很低，就站在细长的地平线；而所谓地平线，也就是东山顶着的那一线天。低矮的太阳把视线拉直，目光从窗户投出，穿过近处的原野，和远处的思蒙河，以每秒30万千米的速度。视线被一路抚慰，护送，珍惜。原点是一棵树，在阳光映照下，眼前的树，更远处的东山，都是一种平视，而不是仰望，不是平时太阳行走于天庭，让我们感觉高高在上。就这样行走，以平视的投影，营造一种立体的效果。这才意识到，平行其实是一种宽容。在这种宽容中，再茂密的树冠，也要为阳光让路，把遮蔽留给云和天，或者迷失的飞鸟。那树树干粗壮，皮肤龟裂，裂缝被沧桑填充，却没有填平。填平裂缝的是阳光，但那只是在阳面，而阴面就是另一回事。事实上，在阳光的映衬下，树干阴面的裂痕，显得更加惨烈。这棵叫柳杉的树，已在院坝边守望了几十年，早已习惯于以不同的脸，面对这繁杂的世界，阳面和阴面，它都显得平和而从容，一如老朋友见面。

再往前，就是原野，思蒙河和东山了。循着柔和的光线看过去，它们其实是很难细分的。更令人感到，那是一幅画，逆光反转成像的。稻谷，河流，山脉，和与山头举眉齐案的太阳，都是抽象的符号，被哲学家神秘化了的形而上的符号，人们似乎可以捕捉到它的神，却反而很难把握它的形。恍惚间，一张害羞的笑脸，正在看山水；看山水的你我，都在他同一个视线内。当然，如果我们也看他，便会发现，不同的还是它的容貌。说的是太阳。是有特定条件的；要不是那些特定的时间，地点，人物，，结果，一切新闻要素，都锁定了一个事实，对这刚刚冒出地平线的太阳，你是会误读的。你也许会确实不把它当成太阳，而当成一张笑脸，父母的，朋友的，亲人的，甚至仇人的。总之，一切人间富有的美好与丑陋，亲切，温暖，微笑，鼓励，体谅，宽容，善良，以及狭隘，自私，计较，悲怆，痛苦，复杂，单纯，都可以从这张笑脸中找到答案。

晨读英语美文100篇：On Going a Journey

Tasting the university entrance exam, is in a sour taste bitter, hot, sweet, the life. after

- after signature

At the end of the campaign

Time is like birds on the grass in the shadows, XiangJian across the sky and arc, suddenly all trace. If only a.twenty, I will see the smoke into the battle. after

This is our last battle. For twelve years, this war. after

Suddenly look back, many things he slipped away. No, not just the back of the dawn, and the ancient coffee, also not only thick the stars and the moon that night, and we in the passage of youth. after

I through those agers edges became clear face, see clearly growth to our faces left to kiss. after

I couldn't help but cry, sings the light hurt feelings. after

After dinner

Actually, the entrance is like a banquet and colorful. after

To the banquet, we he striven twelve years. after

With aflame mood, or the solemn feast, without our costumes. after

On this splendid banquet, cheerful singing and dancing us. Ego style was incisively and vividly. Everyone is henceforth no longer, heart filled with honey as. after

Sitting in the examination of my dissertation, a group of people outside the barriers to lasting, standing posture after passage does not change, they waiting for us, not much a few minutes sweet heart. after

Finalizing it after

The world has not come to an end, and even colorful as college entrance examination is not exceptional also. after

The sky was like huge messy mood. "Always say graduation are65 shortly thereafter each rush thing," someone said, graduation is a window, we should bump broken it, then wipe a sharp fragments walk after the flesh, a completely different life. after

We didn't laugh, also not embrace, but memory and flowers in the long summer pain. after

Some of us always young. Some frivolous, Campus covered by flowers from the dormitory to the classroom. Cherry blossoms grace, red, white tea and the flower, like glittering with heart, without the economicsystem exposed, like the trees full of stars. It is the season of flowers, outstanding displays, coquettish features make. Spend too sweet, confusion, we sit too long in the shadow of the flower, look at the light beam, the dust, rotate, gradually dissipate -- after

All eyes are on, leing them to our cause, not from the wound. Only our hearts with gentle parting bitter. after

A gorgeous dinner, finally, who QuZhong. after

From the moment after departure

Don't go, don't sleep after

Dear, there is still a long way after

Don't get close to the temptation of forest after

Don't lose hope after

I will be in there after

Guard your tired after the dream

Crowds away after dark

Only after the sun bronze and

Perhaps the growth of graduation before with joy and pain bitterness, but they finally as the light smoke in the same time, easy nature diseared. But remember, it doesn't matter. Because some things in our life, like the wind, castle peak, as long as there he firsthand ees, he enough. after

The final exam is to our little spicy stimulation, it lets us: think of tomorrow, will now be start! after

Through the university entrance exam, you full of life, Suantiankula, help life takes charm! after

品尝高考，就是在品味一段酸、甜、苦、辣的人生。?

——题记?

最后的战役

时光如飞鸟在草地上投下阴影，响箭在天空中划过倏忽而过的弧形，一切无影无踪。仿佛只是弹指一挥间，我便要投入这场看不见硝烟的战斗。?

这是我们最后的战役。寒窗十二载，只为这一战。?

蓦然回首，许多东西已经悄悄溜走。不再回头的，不只是那古老的晨光，那浓浓的咖啡，也不只是那些夜晚的群星和月亮，还有我们在流逝的青春。?

我透过那些少年们棱角日渐分明的面孔，清晰地看到成长给我们的脸庞留下了怎样的吻痕。?

我忍不住落泪，因了这淡淡的酸酸的感觉。?

赴宴?

其实高考很像一个宴会，而且华美至极。?

为了这个宴会，我们已经精心准备十二载。?

怀着激动亦或悲壮的心情，我们盛装赴宴，义无反顾。?

在这个华丽的宴会上，我们欢歌笑语，翩翩起舞。自我的风被展现得淋漓尽致。都是笑靥如花，心中仿佛盛满了蜜。?

坐在考场中奋笔疾书，想起警戒线外还有一群人以海枯石烂的姿势屹立，仿佛历经沧海桑田也不会改变，他们在等待着我们凯旋，心中不由多了几分甜蜜。?

曲终人散?

天下没有不散的筵席，即使华美如高考也不例外。?

天空飘飞的雨丝如同凌乱的心绪。“总说毕业遥遥无期，转眼就各奔东西”，有人说，毕业就是一窗玻璃，我们要撞碎它，然后擦着锋利的碎片走过去，血肉模糊之后开始一个完全不同的人生。?

我们没有欢笑，也没有拥抱，只是记忆和花朵在这漫长的夏日疼痛。?

年少的我们总是有些轻狂，有些张扬。校园里，花香铺满了从宿舍通往教室的小径。樱花烂漫，山茶火红，还有晶莹洁白的碎花，像一颗颗未经沾染的心，毫无遮掩地开满枝头，宛如满天辰星。那是花开的时节，姹紫嫣红，千娇百媚。花太香，心事太迷惘，我们坐在花的影子里看长长的光柱，看光柱里的尘埃，旋转，旋转，渐渐消散——?

眼前的一切还在，对于我们的不辞而别，它们不诉离伤。只有我们的心里存着轻轻的离别的苦涩。?

一场华美的宴会，终于曲终，人散。?

从此刻起程?

不要睡去，不要?

亲爱的，路还很长?

不要靠近森林的诱惑?

不要失掉希望?

我将在那儿?

守护你疲倦的梦想?

赶开一群群黑夜?

只剩下铜鼓和太阳?

或许毕业之前的成长里有着苦涩、疼痛与快乐，然而他们终于像时光里的轻烟一样，从容自然淡去。至于记住与否，那已经无关紧要。因为有些东西在我们的生命中，如同风飞过青山，燕飞过屋檐，只要有过，就已经足够了。?

高考最后给我们的是一点微辣的刺激，它让我们憧憬：想到达明天，现在就要启程！?

经历高考，遍尝人生百味；酸甜苦辣，皆助生命夺魅！?

我们在过去与未来，在时光的边缘，寻找属于自己的梦。只为在梦里，听见花开的声音。?

——写在前面的话?

因为高考，这个六月，注定不平凡。?

走在考场外，放眼望去，是黑压压的人群；焦急等待的家长，维护秩序的警察，还有停在车场的车辆，等待着的老师……在雨幕里，我透过**的警戒线，似乎看到了高考的庄严与神圣，以及那些拳拳爱子之心……?

的确，你来了，以你固有的步伐在万众瞩目中姗姗而来。?

曾经为你牵肠挂肚，曾经为你辗转难眠，也曾为你食不知味。在过往的日日夜夜里，关注着你的一举一动，收集着你的讯息，点点滴滴。你就像一个偷梦的人，偷走了很多很多如我一般人的梦，牵扯着成千上万的人的心。你却离我们远远的，让我们在寻梦的路上只能想象你的模样，梦的模样。然后指引我们一步一步地前行，走到你所在的位置，寻找自己的梦。?

可是，你离我们如此遥远，以至于我们行走了十二年才依稀看见你的身影，看见梦的幻象。?

而今你来了，带着我们的梦走来。而我们，还有一条河的距离。你，站在河的那岸，向站在此岸的我们，招手，微笑。?

在你的笑容里，我看见的，是自己一路走来的艰辛与甜蜜。考试是荆棘，布满来的路上。曾经为被荆棘划伤皮肤而疼痛地哭过，也曾为在通往梦想的路上找不到方向而感到迷茫，曾经也为在荆棘丛林里得到娇艳的花而开心地笑过，更为被荆棘弄得伤痕累累而疼得身心疲惫……?

还有，今天下午5：00之后，我们的高中生活，就此结束。这是我们的青春的告别。那些知了的喧嚣，那些树木在炽热的路面投下的斑驳的树影，那些写在黑板上的密密麻麻的字，那些匆忙穿过的路，那些仰望过的天空与流岚，此时全都隐没在这个夏天，那么彻底……于是，我们曾经的牵肠挂肚，过往的得与失，昔日的刻骨铭心，在英语考试结束铃声响起的那一刻，便注定会成为过眼云烟。?

那句歌词：总以为毕业遥遥无期，转眼就各奔东西……多么真实！我的毕业期，也就在不远的今晚，过了这一晚，以后，真的要各奔天涯了。?

如此种种，在走向你的路上，一点一点地累积，然后沉淀在心的河床上，成为久远的心事。?

那些往事，让我们痛，并快乐着。然后，怀着或欢欣或失落的心情奔向我们的未来。不管怎样，不要有任何的遗憾，时光与年华，谁也输不起。?

我相信，不会等到年华流尽，我就可以听见花开的声音。?

We in the past and the future, in time, find their own dreams. In the dream, only heard the voices of flowers. after

In front of the word write - after

Because of the university entrance exam, this June, extraordinary. after

Walking in the outside, looking around, the population is up, Anxious for parents, maintaining the order of police, and the vehicle parked in front wheel-dreven, waiting for the teacher to... In the rain and curtain, I seem to see the yellow, solemn and the university entrance exam, and those whom are sacred heart... after

Indeed, you come to you in the pace of inherent in shanshan eye-catching. after

He you ever feel dolorous, sleepless nights, for you he ShiBuZhiWei for you. In the past, the day night, watching your movements, collect your message, drops. Do you like a steal, as I stole many ordinary people involved in the dream, thousands of people's heart. You are far away from us, let us in the way of their dreams can imagine your dreams. Then we step by step guide, go to your location, find your dream. after

But, you away from us so far, so we walked twelve years to see you figure, pollutive dreams of illusion. See after

Now you come with us, and the dreams. But we, and a river. You stood on the river bank to the shore, standing in the us, wed, smiling. after

In your smile, I see, it is coming along with oneself hardship. Exam is full of thorns, and the road. Once be thorns and pain to scratch the skin also cry, for in the way to find the direction of dreams and confused, was once in the forest, he delicate -- for the flowers and laughed, more get thorns were bruised and painful exhaustion of body and mind... after

Also, after 5:00 this afternoon, our school life, end. This is our youth farewell. Those who know the hustle and bustle of trees, in the hot pement cast shadows, mottled who write on the blackboard, the numerous who hurried across the road, those who look after the sky and flowing haze, at all this summer, then drown in thoroughly... Hence, we feel dolorous once, and loses, former deep-rooted in the English examination, the end of the ring that moment, destined to become the drain. after

The lyrics, always think graduation are65 shortly thereafter, each rush thing... How true! I graduated from the stage, is not this tonight, after a night, and really want to the world. after

So, in the way to you, little by little, then precipitation in bed, become old. after

Those past, let us pain and hiness. Then, with joy or lost mood or towards our future. Anyway, do not he any regrets, time and time, who also loser. after

I believe, not until the time flow, I can hear the sound. after

当你放在沙堆中，你只是沙子。－－题记

上帝把我的心遗落在沙堆里，我被搁浅了。我的四周是绵长不尽的沙堆。沙砾昏黄，暗淡无光。

我有些失落，这是我注定的位置吗？

每当夜幕降临，我透看裳苍穹，羡慕那些让人仰慕的群星。它们明亮夺目，放射着永恒的光辉。然而我也看到了群星背后深邃的苍穹。是无边的黑暗衬托了耀眼的星。

但我不甘心。

我转过头来，却看到另一道光芒。

狂暴的大海正在发怒，孕育着毁灭一切的力量。涛天的巨浪却被一道细小的光束照亮。高高的山崖边，站着一个在狂风暴雨中有些瑟缩的女人。然而她的手却如屹立不倒的石柱，执著的擎着一盏明灯。爱尔克，这个悲伤的姐姐，她并不选择在遮风避雨的家中静静守侯她出海的弟弟，而是站在了悬崖之上，用勇气与毅力点燃了长明的希望之灯。

高高的悬崖让爱尔克的灯光融入了星光。我赞叹：她在对亲情的守望中找到了自己的位置，尽管她的守望成为永恒，但是她的灯长明，她所站立的位置已经成为永恒的指向。

我开始思索，思索我自己的位置。当白天来临。炽热的太阳便是一切的主宰。我惊喜的凝视太阳，那是一个独一无二的位置，一个可以让万物仰视的位置。

然而我又为我可笑的想法畏惧不已。太阳，那又是谁能取代，谁能成为的呢？

一个巨大的身影从我面前掠过，大地都为之震颤。他一个追逐太阳的人。他似乎永不疲惫。一双坚实的脚早已磨出茧子，然而热情依旧，信心依旧。他依旧昂着头朝着太阳的方向，那是他永恒不变的坐标，他倾尽一生要回到的原点。

炽热的阳光灼伤他的双眼，我却看到他的眼中迸发出力量与火光，仿佛已燃烧成两个火球。

我突然为他悲伤，他追寻一个他不可能到达的位置。

但是我想错了。我看到夸父结束了他的追逐，他在若木上进入了太阳的光芒，在燃烧中涅磐了。在那里他得到了永生休息，得到了永生，从此燃烧成一尊伟大的图腾。

我震惊了。夸父在不停的奔跑中，向着他心中的位置不停奋斗。其实在奔跑中他已经找到了自己的位置，无论最终成功与否。

我终于明白，没有什么命定的位置，没有什么无法到达的位置，除非你永远把自己放在了沙堆上。

趁着我的心还未风化成一粒顽石，我逃离了沙堆，寻找属于我的位置，我的价值。

我相信，只要我愿意，勇气与信念会让我发光，发出金子的光。

When you are on the sand, you only sand. - signature

God put my heart loses in the sand, and I was stranded. I was surrounded by long endless sand. Grel dusky, gloomy.

I he some lost, this is my doomed position?

When night comes, and the sky, and I look through envy those who admire to stars. They bright is dazzing, radiation eternal glory. However, I can see the stars of the sky behind deep. Is boundless darkness foil a dazzling star.

But I'm not ready.

I turned around to see the other one.

Stormy seas are angry, destroy all breeds. Out of heen has been a huge tiny light beams. Tall cliff edge, standing in a storm of some of the women they. But her hands, but as the pillar stand, grasping the bealon single-handedly. Love's grams, the sad sister, she does not choose the home guard in the shelter of the younger brother, she went quietly, but stood in the cliffs, with courage and perseverance lit the lamp of hope of butter.

Tall cliff, let the light into the astral,. I admire her for the family, find the watchman, although her watch becomes eternal light, but her, she had to stand the butter has become a permanent position.

I started thinking, thinking of my own position. When the day comes. The sun is hot all masters. I surprise at the sun, it is a unique position, one can make things look.

But I fear the idea for my funny. The sun, which is who can replace, who will be?

A great figure from before me, for the earth tremor. He chased the sun. A He never seems to exhaustion. A pair of solid feet long, yet a cocoon son, still remains confident enthusiasm. He is still with big swords head towards the sun, it is his constant coordinates, his best to return to the origin of life.

The hot sun burns his eyes, but I see his eyes with light burst power, as has been burning fire into two.

Suddenly I mourn for him, he could not to pursue a his position.

But I think is wrong. I saw the glory of his father ended in chase, he entered the sun if wood in the light of nirvana, burning. There he got eternal rest, the eternal life, ChengYiZun great totem ever burning.

I was shocked. Brown on the run, to keep the position in his heart. In fact, he has run in finding their position, whatever finally success.

I finally understand, no commanded position, nothing can reach position, unless you always put yourself in the sand.

While I hen't weathering, a grain of sand, and escaped me for my position, I value.

I believe that as long as I want, courage and faith will let me light, the light of gold.

晨读英语美文：塑造我的儿子

[00:00.32]Passage 98 On Going a Journey

[00:05.35]One of the pleasantest things in the world is going a journey:

[00:10.71]but I like to go by myself.

[00:13.52]I can enjoy society in a room;

[00:16.91]but out of doors, nature is company enough for me.

[00:21.94]I am then never less alone than when alone.

[00:26.55]“The fields his study, nature was his book.”

[00:30.81]I cannot see the wit of walking and talking at the same time.

[00:36.39]When I am in the country I wish to vegetate like the country.

[00:41.86]I am not for criticizing hedges and black cattle.

[00:46.02]I go out for town in order to forget the town and all that is in it.

[00:52.04]There are those who for this purpose go to watering places,

[00:57.06]and carry the metropolis with them.

[00:59.81]I like more space and fewer obstacles.

[01:04.29]I like solitude, when I give myself up to it, for the sake of solitude; nor do I ask for

[01:13.04]“a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper solitude is sweet.”

[01:19.27]The soul of journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do, just as one pleases.

[01:29.45]We go a journey chiefly to be free of all obstacles and all inconveniences;

[01:36.78]to lee ourselves behind, much more to get rid of others.

[01:42.26]It is because I want a little breathing space to ponder on indifferent matters, where contemplation

[01:50.46]“May plume her feathers and let grow her wings,

[01:55.17]that in the various bustle of resort were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired.”

[02:01.84]I absent myself from the town for a while, without feeling at a loss the moment I am left by myself.

[02:10.92]Instead of a friend in a post chaise or in a carriage, to exchange good things with,

[02:18.91]and vary the same stale topics over again, for once let me he a time free from manners.

[02:27.55]Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet,

[02:33.67]a winding road before me, and the three hours' march to dinner—and then to thinking!

[02:41.01]It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths.

[02:46.48]I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy!

[02:50.63]From the point of yonder rolling cloud I plunge into my past being,

[02:56.43]and revel there as the sun-burnt Indian plunges headlong into the we

[03:02.02]that wafts him to his native shore.

[03:04.64]Then long-forgotten things like “sunken wrack and sumless treasuries,”

[03:10.99]burst upon my eager sight, and I begin to feel, think, and be myself again.

[03:19.74]Instead of an awkward silence, broken by attempts at wit or dull commonplaces,

[03:28.05]mine is that undisturbed silence of the heart which alone is perfect eloquence.

英语美文，适合晨读的

恳求你赐给他谦卑的心，使他永远记得，真正的伟大是单纯，真正的智慧是坦率，真正的力量是温和。下面是我为大家带来英语经典美文：塑造我的儿子，希望大家喜欢!

　Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and bre enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

　主啊!求你塑造我的儿子，使他在软弱时，能够坚强不屈;在惧怕时能够勇敢自持，在正常的失败中，毫不气馁;在光明的胜利中，仍能保持谦逊温和。

　Build me a son whose wishes will not take the place of deeds; a son who will know Thee... and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.

　恳求你塑造我的儿子，不至空有幻想而缺乏行动;引领他认识你，同时让他知道，认识自己，才是一切知识的基石。

　Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here, let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those that fail.

　我祈求你，不要使他走上安逸、舒适之途，求你将他置于困难和挑战的磨练和激励中，求你引领他，使他学习在风暴中挺身站立，并学会怜悯那些在重压之下失败跌倒的人。

　Build me a son, whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high, a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.

　求你塑造我的儿子，求你让他有一颗纯洁的心，并有i在大的目标;使他在能指挥别人之前，先懂得驾驭自己;当迈入未来之际，永不忘记过去的教训。

　And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility. so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom and the meekness of true strength. Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper he not lived in vain."

　在他，有了这些美德之后，我还要祈求你赐给他足够的幽默感，以免他过于严肃，还苛求自己。恳求你赐给他谦卑的心，使他永远记得，真正的伟大是单纯，真正的智慧是坦率，真正的力量是温和。如此，我这作父亲的，才敢低声说:"我没有虚度此生。 "

英语美文晨读：康罗伊夫人

Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers And things are not what they seem. 请别用哀伤的诗句对我讲； 人生呵，无非虚梦一场！ 因为沉睡的灵魂如死一般， 事物的表里并不一样。 Life is real! Life is earnest! And the gre is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. 人生是实在的！人生是热烈的！ 人生的目标决不是坟墓； 你是尘土，应归于尘土， 此话指的并不是我们的精神。 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined and our way; But to act, That much tomorrow Find us farther than today. 我们的归宿并不是欢乐， 也不是悲伤。 实干， 才是我们的道路， 每天不断前进，蒸蒸日上。 Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and bre. Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the gre. 光阴易逝，而艺海无涯， 我们的心哪－－虽然勇敢坚强， 却像被布蒙住的铜鼓， 常把殡葬的哀乐擂响。 In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! 在这人生的宿营地， 在这辽阔的世界战场， 别做无言的牲畜任人驱赶， 做一名英雄汉立马横枪！ Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! 别相信未来，哪怕未来多么欢乐！ 让死去的往昔将死亡的一切埋葬！ 上帝在上，我们胸怀勇气， 行动吧－－趁现在活着的好时光！ Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing lee behind us Footprints on the sands of time. 伟大的生平使我们想起， 我们能使自己的一生变得高尚！ 当我们辞别人间， 能把足迹留在时间的流沙上。 Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. 也许有个遭了船灾的苦难弟兄， 他曾在庄严的人生大海中飘航， 见到我们的脚印， 又会满怀信心。 Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labour and to wait. 让我们起来干吧， 下定决心，不管遭遇怎样； 不断胜利，不断追求， 要学会苦干和耐心等待。

希望纳

Afternoon was Mrs. Conroy's forite time of day. After a hard day at work, her eyes were tired and her feet hurt. She enjoyed the nice long nap she took on the bus. Mrs. Conroy had made friends with the bus driver, Mr. Angstrom. He always woke her up before her stop. She usually felt fresh as a daisy(精神饱满的) when she got off the bus.

　But today was different. Mr. Angstrom wasn't driving. A small man in a wrinkled uniform sat in the driver's seat.

　"Where's Mr. Angstrom?" asked Mrs. Conroy, dropping her money into the box."I don't know. Sick, I guess. I just work here, lady. Step to the rear."Mrs. Conroy hoped that Mr. Angstrom was all right. She didn't like this new driver. She decided not to sleep on the way home today. She didn't want to ask this driver to wake her. He didn't look like the type who'd want to do anyone a for.

　Mrs. Conroy looked out the window. It was a warm afternoon. Though she tried to keep her eyes open, the gentle rocking of the bus had a lulling effect. Within a few minutes her eyes closed. Her head dropped to her shoulders. In spite of herself, Mrs. Conroy fell fast asleep.

　The next thing Mrs. Conroy knew, a hand was on her shoulder. Someone was shaking her awake.

　"Wake up, lady. We've come to the end of the line. Wake up."

　Mrs. Conroy blinked and opened her eyes. The bus driver looked down at her. "I said, this is the end of the line, lady. Time to get off the bus."

　Mrs. Conroy peered out the window. "Where am I?" she asked. "I was supposed to get off at Es Avenue."

　"You're at the last stop, lady. Come on, get off the bus. I he a schedule to keep to."

　Mrs. Conroy was hing trouble waking up. She staggered to her feet.The bus driver took her arm and helped her down the aisle. As she stepped off the bus, she felt a sense of panic. "Wait a minute," she said in a shrill voice. "This isn't Es Avenue. Where am I? How can I get home?"

　"Cool off, lady. I told you, you're at the end of the line. We all make it here sooner or later."

　"But why can't I ride back with you?" she pleaded. "I he the fare!"

　"Sorry, lady," he said as he closed the door. "It's against the rules."

　Mrs. Conroy watched the bus disear down the road. She looked around and tried to figure out what part of the city she was in. Suddenly the sun seemed awfully bright.

　Mrs. Conroy squinted(斜视). She didn't recognize this place. There were no trees around, no street signs, and no people. The city seemed to he ended miles back. She couldn't get her bearings. There was nothing to see in any direction. Nothing at all. Mrs. Conroy wondered if she were still dreaming.

　"Are you ready, Madam?"

　The voice came from behind her. Mrs. Conroy whirled around, her heart beating rapidly.

　"Who? What? Are you speaking to me?"

　A tall, handsome man in a blue pin-striped suit stepped forward. His suit reminded her of the one that her boss, Mr. Burton, always wore. What was a businessman doing so far out here in the country?

　The man smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Conroy. I've come to meet you. It's time to go now."

　"Go where? What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?"

　The man in the blue suit smiled.

　"I know it must be very confusing, Mrs. Conroy. Most people seem to feel that way at first. But as we go along, everything will become quite clear." He took her by the arm. "It's all right," he said kindly. "Just come with me."

　"No! I'm not going anywhere with you. Why should I? I don't even know who you are," Mrs. Conroy said. She pulled away from the man and stepped back.

　The man smiled gently. "I'm only an assistant, Mrs. Conroy," he said.

　"Well, Mr. Assistant, there must be some mistake. I just fell asleep and stayed on the bus too long. Then the driver made me get off. He wouldn't take me back with him! He talked some nonsense about rules. I'm going to call the company and report him!"

　"He was just doing his job, Mrs. Conroy," the man said patiently.

　"But he left me out here alone," Mrs. Conroy said. "Now it's getting late. I he to get home and fix dinner. What kind of bus driver refuses to take passengers?"

　The man in the blue suit stepped toward Mrs. Conroy and took her arm again. This time she didn't resist. He patted her hand and smiled down at her. "You'll he to forgive the driver for being rude, Mrs. Conroy. He's new at the job. But he was only following orders. You see, Mrs. Conroy, this is the end of the line. You don't he to worry about getting home and fixing dinner. Our passengers only go one way."