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英语故事美文1
Where we live, on the Eastern shore of Maryland, the gentle waters run in and out like fingers slimming at the tips. They curl into the coves like tender palms.
The Canada geese know this place, as do the white swans and the ducks who ride an inch above the waves of Chesapeake Bay as they skim their way into harbor. In the autumn, by the thousands, they come home for the winter.
The swans move toward the shores in a stately glide, their tall heads proud and unafraid. They lower their long necks deep into the water, where their strong beaks dig through the river bottoms for food. And there is, between the arrogant swans and the prolific geese, an indifference, almost a disdain.
Once or twice each year, snow and sleet move into the area. When this happens, if the river is at its narrowest or the creek shallow there is a freeze which hardens the water to ice.
It was on such a morning, near Oxford, Maryland, that a friend of mine set the breakfast table beside the huge window, which overlooked the Tred Avon River. Across the river, beyond the dock, the snow laced the rim of the shore in white. For a moment she stood quietly, looking at what the night’s storm had painted.
Suddenly she leaned forward and peered close to the frosted window. “It really is,” she cried out loud. “There is a goose out there.” She reached to the bookcase and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Into their sights came the figure of a large Canada goose, very still, its wings folded tight to its sides, its feet frozen to the ice.
Then from the dark skies, she saw a line of swans. They moved in their own singular formation graceful, intrepid, and free. They crossed from the west of the broad creek high above the house moving steadily to the east.
As my friend watched, the leader swung to the right, then the white string of birds became a white circle. It floated from the top of the sky downward. At last, as easy as feathers coming to earth, the circle landed on the ice. My friend was on her feet now, with one unbelieving hand against her mouth. As the swans surrounded the frozen goose, she feared what life it still had might be pecked out by those great swan bills.
Instead, amazingly instead, those bills began to work on the ice. The long necks were lifted and curved down, again and again, it went on for a long time. At last, the goose was rimmed by a narrow margin of ice instead of the entire creek. The swans rose again, following the leader, and hovered in that circle, awaiting the results of their labors.
The goose’s head lifted. Its body pulled. Then the goose was free and standing on the ice. It was moving its big webbed feet slowly. And the swans stood in the air watching. Then as if it had cried, “I cannot fly,” four of the swans came down around it. Their powerful beaks scraped the goose’s wings from top to bottom, scuttled under its wings and rode up its body, chipping off the ice held in the feathers.
The goose spread its wings as far as they would go. When at last the wings reached their fullest the four swans took off and joined the hovering group. They resumed their eastward journey, in perfect formation, to their secret destination.
Behind them, rising with incredible speed and joy, the goose moved into the sky. It followed them, flapping double time, until it caught up, until it joined the last end of the elegant line.
My friend watched them until they disappeared over the tips of the farthest trees. Only then did she realize that tears were running down her cheeks and had been for how long she didn’t know. This is a true story. I do not try to interpret it here. I just often think of it in the bad moments and tell myself “If so for birds, why not for man﹖”
英语故事美文2
There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to 1)delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.
He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.
He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's 2)confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.
Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.
One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his 3)luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"
Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.
The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.
He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was 4)devastated.
Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from 5)malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives
The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.
Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.
The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.
Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to 6)lament.
从前,一位富有的商人娶了四个老婆。他最爱他的小老婆,给她华丽的衣裳和美味佳肴。他对她体贴入微,把最好的东西都给了她。
商人也很爱第三位老婆。他为她感到骄傲,并常把她作为在朋友面前炫耀的资本。但他同时也忧心忡忡,怕她与其他男人跑了。
当然,商人也爱二老婆,她既善解人意又耐心。事实上,她是商人的红颜知己。每每遇到困难,他就会找她,而她也总能帮助他走出困境,度过难关。
至于大老婆,她是一位忠诚的伴侣,替他照料生意、打理家务,忙里忙外,可谓劳苦功高。然而,尽管她爱得这么深,商人却偏不钟情于她,甚至没把她放在心上。
一日,商人得了重病,他自知将不久于人世。当他回顾自己奢华的一生,不禁心中怅然:“现在我虽然有四个老婆相伴,但死后却要孤零零一人。多寂寞啊!”
于是,他问小老婆:“我最疼你,给你买最漂亮的衣服,还对你呵护备至。现在我就要离开这个世界了,你愿意随我而去,与我相伴吗?”“绝不可能!”她丢下一句话,径自走开了。
小老婆的回答如一把尖刀插在商人心上。伤心的商人继而问第三个老婆:“我一直对你宠爱有加。如今,我将不久于人世,你愿意随我而去,与我相伴吗?”“不!”她拒绝道,“人间的生活多么美好啊!你死后我会改嫁他人!”商人的心倏地下沉,渐渐变冷。
他再转向二老婆,问道:“我过去常常求助于你,你也总能为我排忧解难。现在我想再请你帮一次忙。我死后,你愿意随我而去,与我相伴吗?”“很抱歉,这一次我帮不了你,”她说,“我最多只能让你入土为安。”这句话犹如晴天霹雳,商人彻底绝望了。
这时,旁边传来一个声音:“我愿意随你一同离去。无论你到哪里,我都会跟着你。”商人抬起头,看到了自己的大老婆。她是那么消瘦,一副营养不良的样子。商人悲痛万分,他说:“我过去就应该好好地珍惜你啊!”
其实,我们每个人的一生都有四位爱人相伴。
小老婆代表我们的躯体。无论我们花费多少的时间和精力想去装扮她,我们死后它终会弃我们而去。
第三位老婆代表财产、地位与金钱。一旦我们撒手西去,它终究会转向他人。
二老婆则代表了我们的家人与朋友。我们活着的时候,无论他们与我们多么亲近,他们最多也只能到墓前送我们最后一程。
至于大老婆,她则是我们的灵魂。当我们沉迷于追求物质、金钱或感官享受的时候,她常常会被遗忘在一旁。
结果呢?她才是唯一与我们永远相伴的。也许从现在开始,我们就应该悉心照顾好她,而不是等到临终之际才悔恨不已。
英语故事美文3
The traditional holidays in our house when I was a child were spent timing elaborate meals around football games. My father tried to make pleasant chitchat and eat as much as he could during halftime. At Christmas he found time to have a cup or two of holiday cheer and do his holly-shaped bow tie1. But he didn't truly shine until Valentine's Day.
I don't know whether it was because work at the office slowed during February or because the football season was over. But Valentine's Day was the time my father chose to show his love for the special people in his life. Over the years I fondly2 thought of him as my "Valentine Man."
My first recollection3 of the magic4 he could bring to Valentine's Day came when I was six. For several days I had been cutting out valentines for my classmates. Each of us was to decorate a "mailbox" and put it on our desk for others to give us cards. That box and its contents ushered in5 a succession6 of bittersweet7 memories of my entrance into a world of popularity8 contests marked by the number of cards received, the teasing about boyfriends/girlfriends and the tender care I gave to the card from the cutest boy in class.
That morning at the breakfast table I found a card and a gift- wrapped package at my chair. The card was signed "Love, Dad", and the gift was a ring with a small piece of red glass to represent my birthstone9, a ruby10. There is little difference between red glass and rubies to a child of six, and I remember wearing that ring with a pride that all the cards in the world could not surpass11.
As I grew older, the gifts gave way to heart shaped boxes filled with my favorite chocolates and always included a special card signed "Love, Dad"。 In those years my "thank-yous" became more of a perfunctory12 response. The cards seemed less important, and I took for granted the valentine that would always be there. Long past the days of having a "mailbox" on my desk, I had placed my hopes and dreams in receiving cards and gifts from "significant others", and "Love, Dad" just didn't seem quite enough.
If my father knew then that he had been replaced, he never let it show. If he sensed any disappointment over valentines that didn't arrive for me, he just tried that much harder to create a positive atmosphere, giving me an extra hug and doing what he could to make my day a little brighter.
My mailbox eventually had a rural address, and the job of hand delivering candy and cards was relegated13 to the Postal Service. Never in ten years was my father's package late-- nor was it on the Valentine's Day eight years ago when I reached into the mailbox to find a card addressed to me in my mother's handwriting.
It was the kind of card that comes in an inexpensive assortment14 box sold by a child going door-to-door to try to earn money for a school project. It was the kind of card that you used to get from a grandmother or an aging aunt or, in this case, a dying father. It was the kind of card that put a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes because you knew the person no longer was able to go out and buy a real valentine. It was a card that signaled15 this would be the last you receive from him.
The card had a photograph of tulips16 on the outside, and on the inside my mother had printed "Happy Valentine's Day"。 Beneath it, scrawled17 in barely legible18 handwriting, was "Love, Dad"。
His final card remains on my bulletin board today. It's a reminder of how special fathers can be and how important it had been to me over the years to know that I had a father who continued a tradition of love with a generosity of spirit, simple acts of understanding and an ability to express happiness over the people in his life.
Those things never die, nor does the memory of a man who never stopped being my valentine.
当我还是小孩子的时候,我们家过传统节日时总是把精心准备的节日餐安排在足球赛时间。我父亲在中场休息时尽量聊些愉快的事儿并尽可能多吃东西。在圣诞节他会找时间为庆祝节日干上一两杯,然后戴上他那冬青叶形状的领结。但父亲真正光彩熠熠的时候是情人节。
我不知道这是否是因为他班上的工作在二月份不那么紧了,还是由于足球赛季结束了。但情人节这天,是父亲用来向在他生活中占有特殊位置的人表达爱心的日子。多少年来,我天真地把他看作是我"最思念的人"。
在我6岁那年的情人节,他给我带来了第一次美妙的回忆。一连好几天我都忙于为我的同学制作情人节礼物。我们每个人都要装饰一个"信箱",然后把它放在书桌上,这样别人就可以投放贺卡。这个信箱和里面的东西带来了一连串苦乐参半的回忆:我进入了一个"人缘竞赛"的世界,所收卡片的多少则显示了比赛结果,对于男朋友和女朋友的揶揄,以及我对班里最聪明男孩给我的贺卡的精心爱护。
那天早上吃早饭时,我在餐桌上发现了一张贺卡,并且在我的椅子上发现了一个礼品包装纸的包裹。卡片上写有"爱你的,爸爸",礼物是一个戒指,上面镶着一片红色的玻璃来象征我的诞生石--红宝石。对一个6岁的孩子来说,红玻璃和红宝石并没有什么区别;我还记得我骄傲地戴着它,感到世界上所有的贺卡都无法与之相比。
当我长大了一点儿,礼物变成装满了我最喜爱的巧克力的心形盒子,并且里面总是有一个贺卡写着"爱你的,爸爸"。在那些岁月里,我的感谢更多地成了一种敷衍的反应。贺卡似乎不再那么重要,而且我认为情人节礼物理所当然总会在那儿。在我的书桌上放个"信箱"的日子早已过去,我已经把我的希望和梦想都寄托在从 "其他重要的人"那里收到贺卡和礼物,而"爱你的,爸爸"就似乎不那么重要了。
不知爸爸那时是否知道他已经被取代,他从来没表现出来过。如果他感觉到我因没收到某些情人节礼物而失望,他就努力营造出一种欢快的氛围,多拥抱我一下或是尽可能设法让我这一天过得开心一点。
我的信箱终于有了一个乡下的地址;原来亲手赠送糖果和贺卡的工作都归了美国邮政局管。在这10年里爸爸给我寄的包裹从来不会晚--8年前的情人节父亲给我的贺卡依然准时到达,只是那张贺卡上是我母亲的笔迹。
这张贺卡是一盒整套买的那种,价格便宜,是由为了给学校的某个项目筹款的小男孩挨家挨户推销的那种。这是一种你过去经常从祖母或年迈的姑妈那里收到的那种贺卡,而这次却从不久于人世的父亲那儿收到了。这种贺卡使你嗓子哽咽,双眼噙泪,因为你知道给你寄贺卡的人已无法外出去买一个真正的情人节礼物了。这张贺卡预示着这将是你最后一次从他那儿收到情人节礼物。
这张贺卡的封面是一张郁金香花的照片,里面我母亲工整地写着"情人节快乐",在下面是父亲歪歪扭扭难以辨认的字迹"爱你的,爸爸"。
他最后一次送给我的这张贺卡如今仍保存在我的记事牌上。它提醒我父亲是多么地不同寻常,以及这些年来对我是多么地重要,我知道我有这样一位父亲,他以慷慨的胸怀、朴素的理解和一生中向他的亲人表达祝福的能力,来保持着爱的传统。
这些事情永远也不会消失,我将永远记着他,他是我永远最思念的人。
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