唯美晨讀英語(yǔ)美文摘抄
唯美晨讀英語(yǔ)美文摘抄
英語(yǔ)寫(xiě)作是學(xué)生綜合語(yǔ)言能力中很重要的方面，英語(yǔ)寫(xiě)作作為一種表達(dá)自我、傳播知識(shí)信息的手段，對(duì)于英語(yǔ)學(xué)習(xí)者是很必要的。下面是學(xué)習(xí)啦小編帶來(lái)的唯美晨讀英語(yǔ)美文摘抄，歡迎閱讀!
唯美晨讀英語(yǔ)美文摘抄篇一
Forget and forgive
As I sat perched(棲息) in the second-floor window of our brick schoolhouse that afternoon, my heart began to sink further with each passing car. This was a day I'd looked forward to for weeks: Miss Pace's fourth-grade, end-of-the-year party. Miss Pace had kept a running countdown on the blackboard all that week, and our class of nine-year-olds had bordered on insurrection(暴動(dòng)，叛亂) by the time the much-anticipated(預(yù)料，盼望) "party Friday" had arrived.
I had happily volunteered my mother when Miss Pace requested cookie volunteers. Mom's chocolate chips reigned supreme(主宰，稱(chēng)雄) on our block, and I knew they'd be a hit with my classmates. But two o'clock passed, and there was no sign of her. Most of the other mothers had already come and gone, dropping off their offerings of punch(沖壓機(jī)，鉆孔機(jī)) , crackers, cupcakes and brownies(棕斑，巧克力糕餅) . My mother was missing in action.
"Don't worry, Robbie, she'll be along soon," Miss Pace said as I gazed forlornly(可憐地，孤苦伶仃地) down at the street. I looked at the wall clock just in time to see its black minute hand shift to half-past.
Around me, the noisy party raged on, but I wouldn't leave my window watch post. Miss Pace did her best to coax me away, but I just stayed there, holding out hope that the familiar family car would round the corner, carrying my rightfully embarrassed mother with a tin of her famous cookies tucked under her arm.
The three o'clock bell soon jolted me from my thoughts and I dejectedly(沮喪地，灰心地) grabbed my book bag from my desk and shuffled out the door for home.
On the walk to home, I plotted my revenge. I would slam the front door upon entering, refuse to return her hug when she rushed over to me, and vow never to speak to her again.
The house was empty when I arrived and I looked for a note on the refrigerator that might explain my mother's absence, but found none. My chin quivered with(戰(zhàn)栗，顫動(dòng)) a mixture of heartbreak and rage. For the first time in my life, my mother had let me down.
I was lying face-down on my bed upstairs when I heard her come through the front door.
"Robbie," she called out a bit urgently. "Where are you?"
I could then hear her darting frantically from room to room, wondering where I could be. I remained silent. In a moment, she mounted the steps. When she entered my room and sat beside me on my bed, I didn't move but instead stared blankly into my pillow refusing to acknowledge her presence.
"I'm so sorry, honey," she said. "I just forgot. I got busy and forgot—plain and simple."
I still didn't move. "Don't forgive her," I told myself. "She humiliated(屈辱，丟臉)you. She forgot you. Make her pay."
Then my mother did something completely unexpected. She began to laugh. I could feel her shudder(發(fā)抖，戰(zhàn)栗) as the laughter shook her. It began quietly at first and then increased violently.
I was incredulous(懷疑的) . How could she laugh at a time like this? I rolled over and faced her, ready to let her see the rage and disappointment in my eyes.
But my mother wasn't laughing at all. She was crying. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I let you down. I let my little boy down."
She sank down on the bed and began to weep like a little girl. I wasdumbstruck(嚇得發(fā)懵的) . I had never seen my mother cry. To my understanding, mothers weren't supposed to.
I desperately tried to recall her own soothing(撫慰的) words from times past when I'd skinned knees or stubbed toes, times when she knew just the right thing to say. But in this moment of tearful plight(困境，境況) , words of profundity abandoned me like a worn-out shoe.
"It's okay, Mom," I stammered as I reached out and gently stroked her hair. "We didn't even need those cookies. There was plenty of stuff to eat. Don't cry. It's all right. Really."
My words, as inadequate as they sounded to me, prompted my mother to sit up. She wiped her eyes, and a slight smile began to crease her tear-stained cheeks. I smiled back awkwardly(笨拙地) , and she pulled me to her.
We didn't say another word. We just held each other in a long, silent embrace. When we came to the point where I would usually pull away(離開(kāi)，脫身) , I decided that, this time, I could hold on, perhaps, just a little bit longer.
唯美晨讀英語(yǔ)美文摘抄篇二
Love Artical
Maybe God wants you to meet many wrong people before you meet the right one, so when this happens, you’ll be thankful.
也許上帝讓你在遇見(jiàn)那個(gè)合適的人之前遇見(jiàn)很多錯(cuò)誤的人，所以，當(dāng)這一切發(fā)生的時(shí)候，你應(yīng)該心存感激。
Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
不要因?yàn)榻Y(jié)束而哭泣，微笑吧，為你的曾經(jīng)擁有。
I suddenly feel myself like a doll, acting all kinds of joys and sorrows. There are lots of shining siliery thread on my back, controlling all my action.
我突然就覺(jué)得自己像個(gè)華麗的木偶，演盡了所有的悲歡離合，可是背上總是有無(wú)數(shù)閃亮的銀色絲線，操縱我的哪怕一舉手一投足。
No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.
沒(méi)有人值得你流淚，值得讓你這么做的人不會(huì)讓你哭泣。
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.
失去某人，最糟糕的莫過(guò)于，他近在身旁，卻猶如遠(yuǎn)在天邊。
Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.
不要著急，最好的總會(huì)在最不經(jīng)意的時(shí)候出現(xiàn)。
Just because someone doesn't love you as you wish, it doesn't mean you're not loved with all his/her being.
只因?yàn)槟橙瞬蝗缒闼笎?ài)你，并不意味著你不被別人所愛(ài)。
The worst way to miss someone is to be seated by his/her side and know you’ll never have him/her.
錯(cuò)過(guò)一個(gè)人最可怕的方式就是坐在他/她的身旁，你卻知道永遠(yuǎn)都不會(huì)擁有他/她。
There will always be people who'll hurt you, so you need to continue trusting, just be careful.
生活中總會(huì)有傷害你的人，所以你仍然需要繼續(xù)相信別人，只是小心些而已。
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
愛(ài)你的人如果沒(méi)有按你所希望的方式來(lái)愛(ài)你，那并不代表他們沒(méi)有全心全意地愛(ài)你。
唯美晨讀英語(yǔ)美文摘抄篇三
My cyber love我的網(wǎng)絡(luò)情緣
I have frequented(常到，常去) the same chat line for more than three years now and have made some wonderful online friendships. However I have become bored with the typical chat and Internet all together. So, I decided to take a break.
After about a week of being off line, I returned late one night to check mail. There, in my box was an email from a lady friend I had met in a chat room. She was going on and on about a man that had recently entered the room and how he was supposedly the "male incarnate(化身的，人體化的) " of myself. Anyone who knows me also knows that I am a bit of a "character." My sense of humor is one of a warped(歪曲的，反常的) and demented(發(fā)狂的，瘋狂的) nature. The thought of finding anyone who doesn't become annoyed instantly is a chore. Much less a man that shared the same. I completely discredited the email and went about my business.
Later that night, I found myself wandering the net. It was then I ran across a photo gallery that proved to be quite entertaining. As I clicked from one picture to the next, I ran across one gentleman's photo. I was stunned by his presence. Approximately 10 minuets had gone by when I finally tore myself away from the photo and decided to venture into chat. There, I found the woman who had sent me the email earlier that week. She proceeded to(繼續(xù)下去，進(jìn)入) tell me all about this man. "You just have to meet him," she said, ranting on and on about how much alike we were. I laughed at her thinking it was amusing. "No, I am serious! You have got to talk to him." I finally agreed that I would make effort to do so later on and left the chat quickly. Again, finding myself staring at this anonymous(匿名的，無(wú)名的) photo I had found earlier.
Approximately 4 hours later, I ventured back into the chat. Only to find a few friends talking about daily events. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere, a new name entered, rambling on and on about being the presentment of madness. I quickly spoke up and told the stranger that title had already been taken by myself as I laughed. He was silent for a few moments. It was then I received a "whisper" from him. "So you are the woman I have heard so very much about." I replied by saying, "I see my reputationprecedes(領(lǐng)先，優(yōu)于) me.” It was then I noticed his side bar photo . I almost fell from my chair when I realized I was talking to the man in the photo. The photo I had found earlier that day while surfing. After several hours in "whisper" mode, we opted to enter my personal chat room. We found one another to be interesting. Not to mention, we thoroughly enjoyed our conversation.
Since then, our relationship has grown tremendously. Even going so far as to admit our love to one another. We both agree this seems crazy. The sort of thing you read about in a book. It hardly seems real. Neither of us was looking when fate let us to one another. Neither of us was in need of love. Hell, neither of us believed in love, especially online love prior to our finding one another. We both want so badly to be together. To learn, to love, and to experience what this has to offer. It is simply amazing. So much for not seeking love, eh?
It was as if we had been two long lost lovers being reunited after a long trip. I think he put it best when he said… "Life is full of shit…lots of it. And there are many a time when you may feel stuck/bored and it seems that there's nothing left to hold your interest or anything that doesn't piss you off. Well, there is such a thing as true love. It's there, it's indescribable and few are blessed with it. We are one of lucky couples."
Truly, the luckiest man and woman ever.
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