精选高中英语晨读美文
The park bench was derted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his no and declared with surpri, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
连续标注 But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, that weed-toting boy could not e: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun. As I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're wele," he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to e a lf-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my lf-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blesd with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could e, the problem was not with the world;
the problem was me. And for all of tho times I mylf had been blind, I vowed to e beauty,Then I held that wilted flower up to my no and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful ro And smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger,the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive tho nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lo his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days pasd and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the
fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."
承包经营权>16的英语怎么说 He was 11 years old and went fishing every chance he got from the dock at his family’s cabin on an island in the middle of a New Hampshire lake.
迈克泰森 On the day before the bass ason opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening, catching sunfish and perch with worms. Then he tied on a small silver lure and practiced casting. The lure struck the water and caud coloredripples in the sunt, then silver ripples as the moon ro over the lake.
When his peapole doubled over, he knew something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully worked the fish alongside the dock.
Finally, he very gingerly lifted the exhausted fish from the water. It was the largest one he had ever en, but it was a bass.
The boy and his father looked at the handsome fish, gills playing back and forth in the moonlight. The father lit a match and looked at his watch. It was 10 P.M.-- two hours before the ason opened. He looked at the fish, then at the boy.
“You’ll have to put it back, son,” he said. “Dad!” cried the boy.
“There will be other fish,” said his father. “Not as big as this one,” cried the boy.
He looked around the lake. No other fishermen or boats were anywhere around in the moonlight. He looked again at his father. Even though no one had en them, nor could anyone ever know what time he caught the fish, the boy could tell by the clarity of his father’s voice that the decision was not negotiable. He slowly worked the hook out of the lip of the huge bass and lowered it into the black water.
水瓶女巨蟹男>祝福图片带字 The creature swished its powerful body and disappeared. The boy suspected that he would never again e such a great fish.
That was 34 years ago. Today, the boy is a suessful architect in New York City. His fathe
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r’s cabin is still there on the island in the middle of the lake. He takes his own son and daughters fishing from the same dock.
