十篇英语阅读文章

十篇英语阅读文章

NO.1:

…

I want to know

我只想

知道……

(By

Oriah

Mountain

Dreamer,

a

Native

American

Elder,

who

speaks

of

being

in

touch

with

your

wellspring

of

happiness,

of

being

in

tune with yourself.)

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I

want to know what you ache for, and if you dare

to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to

know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,

for

your

dreams,

for

the

adventure

of

being

alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring

your moon. I want to know if you have touched

the center of your own sorrow, and if you have

been opened by life's betrayals or have become

shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or

your

own,

without

moving to

hide or fade it

or

fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or

your

own,

and

if

you

can

dance

with

wildness

and

let

the

ecstasy

fill

you

to

the

tips

of

your

fingers

and

toes

without

cautioning

us

to

be

careful,

be

realistic,

or

to

remember

the

limitations of being a human.

It

doesn't

interest

me

if

the

story

you're

telling

me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint

another

to

be

true

to

yourself,

and

if

you

can

bear

the

accusation

of

betrayal

and

not

betray

your own soul.

I

want

to

know

if

you

can

be

faithful

and

trustworthy.

I

want

to

know

if

you

can

see

the

beauty

even

when

it

is

not

pretty

every

day,

and

if

you

can

source your life from its presence.

I

want

to

know

if

your

can

live

with

failure,

yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a

lake

and

shout

to

the

silver

of

the

full

moon

It doesn't interest me to know where you live, or

how

much

money

you

have.

I

want

to

know

if

you

can

get

up

after

the

night

of

grief

and

despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do

what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, or how you

came to be here. I want to know if you will stand

in the center of the fire with me and not shrink

back.

It

doesn't

interest

me

with

whom

you

have

studied. I want to know what sustains you from

the inside when all else fails away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,

and

if

you

truly

like

the

company

you

keep

in

the empty moments.

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NO.2:

The only bed in town

意外的回报

kindness,

for

it

is

usually

returned.

-

Mark

Ortman

With several major conventions in town, there

was not a room to be rented anywhere. When an

elderly couple walked in out of the cold rain, the

desk clerk knew they would never find 1)lodging.

In an act of kindness,

he offered

them the

only

bed in town, his own bed.

The

couple

at

first

refused,

but

through

reason and kindness, he persuaded the couple to

accept his offer. When they checked out the next

morning, the elderly gentleman said to the desk

clerk,

are

the

kind

of

person

who

should

be managing the best hotel in the United States.

Maybe someday I'll build one.

about that and the elderly couple left.

The

incident

and

the

elderly

couple

were

forgotten by the desk clerk until two years later

when

he

received

a

letter

from

the

old

man

requesting he come up to New York and see him.

There

was

a

round-trip

airline

ticket

with

the

letter.

The desk clerk thought,

the flight to New York. The old man met him at

the

airport

and

immediately

took

him

to

a

construction

site

to

show

him

an

enormous

3)castle-like structure being built there.

4)proclaimed

the

old

man,

the

hotel I'm building for you to manage!

The old man was William Waldorf Astor, and

the

hotel

would

soon

be

known

as

the

Waldorf-Astoria. The former desk clerk, George

C. Boldt, became the first manager.

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NO.3:

Today is a Gift

活着是福

Two

men,

both

seriously

ill,

occupied

the

same

hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an

hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from

his

lungs.

His

bed

was

next

to

the

room's

only

window. The other man had to spend all his time

flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of

their wives and families, their homes, their jobs,

their involvement in the military service, where

they had been on vacation. And every afternoon

when

the

man

in

the

bed

by

the

window

could

sit

up,

he

would

pass

the time

by

describing

to

his roommate all the things he could see outside

the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those

one- hour

periods

where

his

world

would

be

broadened and enlivened by all the activity and

color of the world outside.

The

window

overlooked

a

park

with

a

lovely

lake.

Ducks

and

swans

played

on

the

water

while

children

sailed

their

model

boats.

Young

lovers

walked

arm

in

arm

amidst

flowers

of

every

color

of

the

rainbow.

Grand

old

trees

graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city

skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in

exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the

room

would

close

his

eyes

and

imagine

the

picturesque scene.

One

warm

afternoon

the

man

by

the

window

described

a

parade

passing

by.

Although

the

other man couldn't hear the band - he could see

it

in

his

mind's

eye

as

the

gentleman

by

the

window

portrayed

it

with

descriptive

words.

Days and weeks passed.

One

morning,

the

day

nurse

arrived

to

bring

water

for

their

baths

only

to

find

the

lifeless

body

of

the

man

by

the

window,

who

had

died

peacefully

in

his

sleep.

She

was

saddened

and

called

the

hospital

attendants

to

take

the

body

away.

As

soon

as

it

seemed

appropriate,

the

other

man

asked

if

he

could

be

moved

next

to

the

window.

The

nurse

was

happy

to

make

the

switch,

and

after

making

sure

he

was

comfortable,

she

left

him

alone.

Slowly

and

painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to

take his first look at the world outside. Finally,

he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He

strained

to

slowly

turn

to

look

out

the

window

beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The

man

asked

the

nurse

what

could

have

compelled

his

deceased

roommate

who

had

described

such

wonderful

things

outside

this

window.

The

nurse

responded

that

the

man

was

blind

and

could

not

even

see

the

wall.

She

said,

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1.

浏览，查生词。

2.

泛听，培养语

感。

3.

精听，在大脑中映出每个单词。

4.

听写，

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练完了，

阁下也成精

了，呵呵……）

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NO.4:

The Cost of Love

爱的代价

One

day

my

daughter

wanted

to

get

paid

for

doing

some

routine

household

chores,

so

she

gave me the following list:

For

For

Going

making

to

washing

my

own

the

bed

the

this

car………………………….$$5.00

week……………….$$1.00

provision

shop…………………..$$0.50

Playing with little sister …………………..$$0.25

Taking

Getting

a

out

good

the

report

rubbish……………………….$$1.00

card……………………$$5.00

And

for

sweeping

the

common

corridor…………..$$2.00

Total …………………………………….$$14.75

I

looked

at

her

standing

there

expecting

payment. A thousand memories flashed through

my mind. So I picked up a pen and turning the

paper over, this is what I wrote:

For

9

months

I

carried

you,

growing

inside

me………………..NoCharge

For

the

nights

I

sat

up

with

you,

doctored

and

prayed for you….NoCharge

For

the

toys, food

and

clothes

and

wiping

your

nose…………..NoCharge

When

you

add

it

all

up,

the

full

cost

of

my

love……………..NoCharge

Well,

when

she

finished

reading,

she

had

great

big tears in her eyes. She looked at me and said,

I

love

you.

Then

she

took

the

pen

and

in

great

big

letters,

she

wrote,

IN

FULL

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