英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄。
在日复一日的学习、工作或生活中，大家都写过散文吗？广义上的散文是指不追求押韵和句式工整的文章体裁，与韵文、骈文相对。相信很多人都觉得散文很难写吧？以下是小编整理的英语散文名篇朗诵，仅供参考，欢迎大家阅读。
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇1
The 50-Percent Theory of Life
I believe in the 50-percent theory. Half the time things are better than normal; the other half, they re worse. I believe life is a pendulum swing. It takes time and experience to understand what normal is, and that gives me the perspective to deal with the surprises of the future.
Let’s benchmark the parameters: yes, I will die. I’ve dealt with the deaths of both parents, a best friend, a beloved boss and cherished pets. Some of these deaths have been violent, before my eyes, or slow and agonizing. Bad stuff, and it belongs at the bottom of the scale.
Then there are those high points: romance and marriage to the right person; having a child and doing those Dad things like coaching my son’s baseball team, paddling around the creek in the boat while he’s swimming with the dogs, discovering his compassion so deep it manifests even in his kindness to snails, his imagination so vivid he builds a spaceship from a scattered pile of Legos.
But there is a vast meadow of life in the middle, where the bad and the good flip-flop acrobatically. This is what convinces me to believe in the 50-percent theory.
One spring I planted corn too early in a bottomland so flood-prone that neighbors laughed. I felt chagrined at the wasted effort. Summer turned brutal---the worst heat wave and drought in my lifetime. The air-conditioned died; the well went dry; the marriage ended; the lost; the money gone. I was living lyrics from a country tune---music I loathed. Only a surging Kansas City Royals team buoyed my spirits.
Looking back on that horrible summer, I soon understood that all succeeding good things merely offset the bad. Worse than normal wouldn’t last long. I am owed and savor the halcyon times. The reinvigorate me for the next nasty surprise and offer assurance that can thrive. The 50-percent theory even helps me see hope beyond my Royals’ recent slump, a field of struggling rookies sown so that some year soon we can reap an October harvest.
For that on blistering summer, the ground moisture was just right, planting early allowed pollination before heat withered the tops, and the lack of rain spared the standing corn from floods. That winter my crib overflowed with corn---fat, healthy three-to-a-stalk ears filled with kernels from heel to tip---while my neighbors’ fields yielded only brown, empty husks.
Although plantings past may have fallen below the 50-percent expectation, and they probably will again in the future, I am still sustained by the crop that flourishes during the drought.
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇2
Summer is the great season for all sports in the open air. It is the season for baseball which is often called the national sport because of its popularity. I usually watch television and read the newspaper reports about the baseball results of the newspaper reports about the baseball results of the little leagues. During the summer I like to go to the beach often because it is very close to my home in the village. I usually go there bur in the summer vacation to relax after many months in school in the city. I feel very comfortable with the familiar quiet of the villagers
夏天是开放的空气中所有运动的好季节。因为它的`流行，它是一种经常被称为国家运动的棒球季节。我通常看电视，看报纸报道有关棒球比赛结果的报道，关于棒球比赛结果的报道。夏天我喜欢去海边，因为它离我家很近。我通常在暑假去那待在学校的许多个月的城市放松。我觉得很舒服，熟悉的村民们熟悉的安静
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇3
Dear Jack, Are you OK?Are you still handsome as before?Are you alive?Do you remember me?Can you come back to have a look at me?I miss you. I know you will never be the ship sank and eventually disappeared,as you frose because of the cold sea water,as you could not let out any sound.I realized I would not have an opportunity to spend my rest of life with you forever.I have lost you.
Over the years,I have been missing you day and night.I cannot help thinking of the time I spended with you. Once you said：‘I am king of the world!’ I want to say：‘ You are king of my heart!’Staring at the rough sea that ever ate up you,I burst into anger,but I calm down quickly when your face comes into my mind.I know you are kind and warm-hearted. I miss the time on board.Y taught me how to dance and how to possess ks to you,I experienced the happiest days in my life;Thanks to you,I knew the meaning of because of you. If things did not get worse,maybe we can be with forever.I will never forget every minute I spent with you and keep it in my mind deeply.I hope you know there is a girl named Rose missing you.I hope you know there is a girl named Rose regarding you as the most important person in her life. Jack,can you come back just? A short time though you will stay,it doesnt matter. Hope Sincerely Rose
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇4
Have you ever done something silly that made you feel so embarrassed? Well, I had a really bad Saturday morning.
I went shopping last week, on my way home, it began to rain. I quickly ran into a nearby phone box because I didnt have an umbrella. It was raining hard and I decided to stay in the phone box until it stopped. A few minutes later, I saw a young man walk up to the phone box, wearing a yellow raincoat and holding a tool box. I didn’t want to go out into the rain, so I picked up the phone and pretended I was talking to someone. I thought he would go away, but he didnt. He just waited in the heavy rain, watching me wave my hands about and act as if I was deep in conversation.
Luckily, the rain stopped after about ten minutes. “OK, Mum,”I said loudly into the phone.
“Ill see you later. Bye!” I put the phone down and went out of the phone box.
“Im sorry to keep you waiting for so long.”I said to the man.
“Oh, I dont want to use the phone,”he replied. “Ive just come to repair it. It doesnt work.”
My face turned red and I quickly ran off with my head down. That was certainly the most embarrassing time of my life.
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇5
When Love Beckons You
When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
But if, in your fear, you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇6
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high oer vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇7
Writing is to hold back things that are going to leave anyway.So I used to write about flowers in spring,before the night they were going to wither,and I wrote about rain in autumn, though it never comes back from the darkness.
Anger.Happiness.Surprise.Sorrow.Disappointment.Passion.I’m always trying to keep them with me,and I always fail.It took me years to understand,that I could never keep some feelings which are only supposed to live for seconds forever with me,that I can take nothing back from time,that instant is longer than ever.
But I am still writing.For me, and for every moment.Before I write,I already know the answer,but I can never refuse to start because of the fear of the endings.
Sinpolo.Just the word, Sinpolo.A nonsense word that means nothing.
A word printed on the glass door of the shower room, probably the name of the brand of the glass or the design of the glass door.A “Chinglish” word created by one of the factories which wanted to follow the fashion trend of adding an English name for their brand.A fashionable brand name, even without the original Chinese name beside it.
It was not large or an obvious color,but it was right up there.As long as I lifted my head up,I could see it,and it was also the only point I could stare at.Sometimes the iron curtain outside the window was open,and I could clearly see how light went through the glass door and reflected on the water stains,and how “Sinpolo” took the sunshine,absorbed its color,and created its own image on the wall.Sometimes there's no light,so I just looked up into the dark city through the glass,and the word showed up,with a fluorescence in my mind.I enjoyed playing with the lights,using my hand to interrupt them from their original route,using my phone to rearrange them,or just putting my hands under them and observing how lines on my palm were like mountains with shadows.zUOWEn101.coM
During those years in that house,I did two things most frequently:argued with my father,and read meaningless novels.I argued with my father fiercely every week,for things I can't even remember now,and,as a result,I cried often.Most times,I didn't mean to,but maybe my tears had their own considerations.There was nothing worth my tears,I thought,so I rushed to the bathroom whenever this happened--no,not my own room,because I wanted neither my bed,my desk or my books to see me cry, nor did I want to remind myself of the arguments whenever I sat in front of my desk.
At this point,I should have been grateful for Sinpolo,of watching a boring and repeated teenager doing exactly the same thing for thousands of times.Sometimes we stared at each other;I saw the river outside the building I lived in through it,but I didn't know what it saw through me.On some occasions,at midnight,after finishing another novel full of bullshit,I went to the bathroom,still like a walking dead,with my soul sucked inside the book.Then I saw the words,or I should say then we saw each other,and I came back.
When I stared at it,I called its name in my mind.sin'pore,this is how I usually called it,but maybe it's wrong, maybe it should be sinpore, or sinpore, or just shengbaoluo,its Chinese pronunciation.I did feel sad for it,as its name actually meant something like saint,holy Polo,but the factory made it as Sin Polo.Did they ever know what they were doing?Or maybe they knew,and this was what exactly they wanted.I didn't think it’s very possible though.
But I called it my way anyway,when I wanted to calm myself down,especially when I wanted to stop myself from wasting H2O,I would silently read it for one thousand times in that moment,and amazingly,it would wipe out all strange thoughts,and I could have a blank brain to add some other things into.I knew I was thinking too much every day.Sometimes even when I was doing homework,the rain outside would flow through the window and onto my face.Then I lifted my head up,staring at one point in the void,and that voice of Sinpolo appeared,fixing my leak of emotions as usual.
This was not good,I would say.I was relying on it.If my mom could open up my head as the mother in Peter Pan does,she would find out that the word was occupying half of my brain.
After leaving the house,I used to ask my mom about it.“Do you remember the bathroom of our last house?” “Yes, ”my mother answered,with a curious look on her face,“then what?” “Do you still remember Sinpolo?” “No? What's that?” “It's the brand of the glass door in the bathroom.” “No, what's special about it?”“Well, nothing. ”
I felt tired in the middle of the conversation,and suddenly didn't want to share my feelings with her any more.I could tell my mother thought I acted strangely,but this was because that by then she didn't realize,and not did I by then,which kind of person was in front of her.This person was one of those least responsible ones among the crowd,those who were born to be too lazy to think,but still too eager to show off,those who had no intentions of targeting against anything so also had no intentions of knowing any,those who had extraordinary ability of senses like infants,and those who felt no sense of mission for it.
This person is not ready to take responsibility over her emotions now,and the word will take care of her and restrain her,until that day comes.
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇8
To respect my work, my associates and myself. To be honest and fair with them as I expect them to be honest and fair with me. To be a man whose word carries weight. To be a booster, not a knocker; a pusher, not a kicker; a motor, not a clog.
To base my expectations of reward on a solid foundation of service rendered; to be willing to pay the price of success in honest effort. To look upon my work as opportunity, to be seized with joy and made the most of, and not as painful drudgery to be reluctantly endured.
To remember that success lies within myself; in my own brain, my own ambition, my own courage and determination. To expect difficulties and force my way through them, to turn hard experiences into capital for future struggles.
To interest my heart and soul in my work, and aspire to the highest efficiency in the achievement of results. To be patiently receptive of just criticism and profit from its teaching. To treat equals and superiors with respect, and subordinates with kindly encouragement.
To make a study of my business duties; to know my work from the ground up. To mix brains with my efforts and use system and method in all I undertake. To find time to do everything needful by never letting time find me or my subordinates doing nothing. To hoard days as a miser does dollars, to make every hour bring me dividends in specific results accomplished. To steer clear of dissipation and guard my health of body and peace of mind as my most precious stock in trade.
Finally, to take a good grip on the joy of life; to play the game like a gentleman; to fight against nothing so hard as my own weakness, and endeavor to grow in business capacity, and as a man, with the passage of every day of time.
英语朗诵素材散文作品摘抄 篇9
Beginning this summer, even here the next several days of rain, the suns anger at once extinguished, and the weather has become very cool that people are feeling refreshed.
When it rains, foam has been of coffee, sitting in his study playing online games, but can not help， but be attracted to the rain outside. Rain on the leaves， issued dull sound; rain hit the road, splashes of white foam; rain hit the racks, the issue sounds sweet tinkle.
Lie in the window sill and see rain, dense rain such as pearl curtains 中考, hammer down from the sky, grab a hand, her lack of playfully escape, leaving only a trace of cool in the palm of the hand.
After the rain, my friends and barefoot, to play in the water puddles in the area. Walk through the rain, my little feet very comfortable, I splash a small partner, and made each other who are wet, and we really enjoyed ourselves.
Rain, you give us a cool, but also brought me happiness.