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关于初一英语美文欣赏
对于大部分的中国学生来说
,
由于语言环境的缺乏
,
阅读是他们接
触英语的主要途径。因此
,
在英语教学中
,
培养学生的阅读技能以提高
其自主阅读的能
力极其重要。
下面是
带来的关于初一
英语美文欣赏，
欢迎阅读
!
美丽英文
The
bright
，
the
beautiful
，
一切纯洁的，辉煌的，
美丽的，
That stirred our hearts in
youth
，
强烈地震撼着我们年轻的
心灵的，
The impulses to wordless
prayer
，
推动着我们做无言的祷告
的，
The dreams of love and truth;
让我们梦想着爱与真理的
;
The
longing after something's
lost
，
在失去后为之感
到珍惜的，
The spirit's yearning
cry
，
使灵魂深切地呼喊着的，
The
striving after better hopes-
为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着
的
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These things can never die.
这些美好不会消逝。
The
timid hand stretched forth to aid
羞怯地伸出援助的手，
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A brother in his
need
，
在你的弟兄需要的时候，
A
kindly word in grief's dark hour
伤恸、困难的时候，
一句亲切的话
That proves a friend indeed
就足以证明朋友的真心
;
The
plea for mercy softly
breathed
，
轻声地乞求怜悯，
When
justice threatens nigh
，
在审判临近的时候，
The
sorrow of a contrite heart-
懊悔的心有一种伤感
;;
These
things shall never die.
这些美好不会消逝。
Let
nothing pass for every hand
在人间传递温情
Must find
some work to do
尽你所能地去做
;
Lose not a chance to waken love-
别错失去了唤醒爱的良机
;;
Be
firm
，
and just
，
and true;
为人要坚定，正直，忠诚
;
So
shall a light that cannot fade
因此上方照耀着你的那道光
芒
Beam on thee from on high.
就不会消失。
And angel
voices say to
thee;;
你将听到天使的声音在说
;;
These things shall never die.
这些美好不会消逝。
关于初一英语美文欣赏篇二
The
Best
Kind
of
LoveI
have
a
friend
who
is
falling
in
love.
She
honestly
claims
the
sky
is
bluer. Mozart moves her
to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and
looks like a cover girl.
"I’m young
again!
”
she
shouts exuberantly.
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As
my
friend
raves
on
about
her
new
love,
I’ve
taken a good look
at my old one. My husband of almost 20
years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds.
Once a marathon runner,
he now runs
only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding
and his body shows the signs of long
working hours and too
many candy bars.
Yet he can still give me a certain look across
a
restaurant table
and
I
want to
ask
for
the check
and
head
home.
When my friend asked me
“
What will make this love
last?
”
I
ran
through
all
the
obvious
reasons:
commitment,
shared
interests,
unselfishness,
physical
attraction,
communication.
Yet there’s more. We still have
fun. Spontaneous good
times. Yesterday,
after slipping the rubber band off the rolled
up
newspaper, Scott
flipped
it playfully
at me:
this
led
to an
all-out war. Last
Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and
raced
each
other
to
see
who
could
make
it
to
the
checkout
first.
Even
washing
dishes
can
be
a
blast.
We
enjoy
simply
being together.
And there are surprises. One time I
came home to find a
note
on
the
front
door
that
led
me
to
another
note,
then
another, until I
reached the walk-in closet. I opened the door
to find Scott holding a
“
pot of
gold
”
and the
“
treasure
”
of
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a gift package. Sometimes I leave him
notes on the mirror and
little presents
under his pillow.
There
is
understanding.
I
understand
why
he
must
play
basketball with the guys. And he
understands why, once a year,
I must
get away from the house, the kids -and even him
-to
meet
my
sisters
for
a
few
days
of
nonstop
talking
and
laughing.
There is sharing. Not only do we share
household worries
and parental burdens
- we also share ideas. Scott came home
from a convention last month and
presented me with a thick
historical
novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science
fiction,
he
had
read
the
novel
on
the
plane.
He
touched
my
heart
when
he
explained
it
was
because
he
wanted
to
be
able
to
exchange ideas about the
book after I’d read it.
There
is
forgiveness.
When
I’m
embarrasssingly
loud
and
crazy
at
parties,
Scott
forgives
me.
When
he
confessed
losing
some
of
our
savings
in
the
stock
market,
I
gave him a hug and said,
“
It’s okay. It’s
only
money.
”
There is sensitivity. Last week he
walked through the door
with that look
that tells me it’s been a tough day. After
he spent some time with the kids, I
asked him what happened.
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He told me about a 60-year-old woman
who’d had a
stroke.
He
wept as he
recalled the woman’s
husband
standing
beside
her
bed,
caressing
her
hand.
How
was
he
going
to
tell
this
husband
of
40
years
that
his
wife
would
probably never
recover? I shed a few tears myself. Because of
the
medical
crisis.
Because
there
were
still
people
who
have
been married 40 years. Because my
husband is still moved and
concerned
after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.
There
is
faith.
Last
Tuesday
a
friend
came
over
and
confessed her fear that
her husband is losing his courageous
battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went
to lunch with a friend
who
is
struggling
to
reshape
her
life
after
divorce.
On
Thursday
a
neighbor
called
to
talk
about
the
frightening
effects
of
Alzheimer’s
disease
on
her
father-in-
law’s
personality.
On
Friday
a
childhood
friend
called
long-distance
to
tell
me
her
father
had
died.
I
hung up
the phone and thought, this is too much heartache
for
one
week.
Through
my
tears,
as
I
went
out
to
run
some
errands,
I
noticed
the
boisterous
orange
blossoms
of
the
gladiolus outside my window. I heard
the delighted laughter
of
my
son
and
his
friend
as
they
played.
I
caught
sight
of
a
wedding party emerging from a
neighbor’s house. The
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