优美英语文章三篇

2024年3月25日发(作者：池生春)

优美英语文章三篇

优美英语文章三篇

今天我们一起来看看几篇优美的英语文章吧，下面是店铺带来的，欢迎阅读！

优美英语文章一

"We are reading the first ver of the first chapter of a book

who pages "

I do not know who wrote tho words, but I have always liked

them as a reminder that the future can be anything we want to

make it. We can take the mysterious, hazy future and carve out

of it anything that we can imagine, just as a sculptor carves a

statue from a shapeless stone.

We are all in the position of the farmer. If we plant a good

ed, we reap a good harvest. If our ed is poor and full of weeds,

we reap a uless crop. If we plant nothing at all, we harvest

nothing at all.

I want the future to be better than the past. I don’t want it

contaminated by the mistakes and errors with which history is

filled. We should all be concerned about the future becau that

is where we will spend the remainder of our lives.

The past is gone and static. Nothing we can do will change

it. The future is before us and dynamic. Everything we do will

affect it. Each day brings with it new frontiers, in our homes and

in our business, if we only recognize them. We are just at the

beginning of the progress in every field of human endeavor

优美英语文章二

Dear God，

Now that I am no longer young， I have friends who

mothers have pasd away. I have heard the sons and

daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers until it

was too late to tell them. I am blesd with the dear mother

who is still alive. I appreciate her more each day. My mother does

not change， but I do. As I grow older and wir， I realize what

an extraordinary person she is. How sad that I am unable to speak

the words in her prence， but they flow easily from my pen.

How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itlf?

For the love， patience and just plain hard work that go into

raising a child? For running after a toddler， for understanding a

moody teenager， for tolerating a college student who knows

everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter realizes her

mother really is? How does a grown woman thank for a

mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready with

advice(when asked ) or remaining silent when it is most

appreciated? For not saying：”I told you so”， when she could

have uttered the words dozens of times? For being esntially

herlf—loving， thoughtful， patient， and forgiving? I

don’t know how， dear God， except to bless her as richly as

she derves and to help me live up to the example she has t.

I pray that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my

mother looks in mine.

优美英语文章三

Forty-three years ems like a long time to remember the

name of a mere acquaintance. I have duly forgotten the name of

an old lady who was a customer on my paper route when I was a

twelve-year-old boy in Marinette， Wisconsin back in 1954. Yet it

ems like just yesterday that she taught me a lesson in

forgiveness that I can only hope to pass on to someone el

someday. On a mindless Saturday afternoon， a friend and I

were throwing rocks onto the roof of the old lady’s hou from

a cluded spot in her backyard. The object of our play was to

obrve how the rocks changed to missiles as they rolled to the

roof’s edge and shot out into the yard like comets falling from

the sky. I found mylf a perfectly smooth rock and nt it for

a ride. The stone was too smooth， however， so it slipped from

my hand as I let it go and headed straight for a small window on

the old lady’s back porch. At the sound of fractured glass， we

took off from the old lady’s yard faster than any of our missiles

flew off her roof. I was too scared about getting caught that

first night to be concerned about the old lady with the broken

porch window. However， a few days later， when I was sure that

I hadn’t been discovered， I started to feel guilty for her

misfortune. She still greeted me with a smile each day when I

gave her the paper， but I was no longer able to act comfortable

in her prence. I made up my mind that I would save my

paper delivery money， and in three weeks I had the ven

dollars that I calculated would cover the cost of her window. I put

the money in an envelope with a note explaining that I was sorry

for breaking her window and hoped that the ven dollars would

cover the cost for repairing it. I waited until it was dark，

snuck up to the old lady’s hou， and put the envelope of

retribution through the letter slot in her door. My soul felt

redeemed and I couldn’t wait for the freedom of， once again，

looking straight into the old lady’s eyes. The next day， I

handed the old lady her paper and was able to return the warm

smile that I was receiving from her. She thanked me for the paper

and said， “Here， I have something for you.” It was a bag of

cookies. I thanked her and proceeded to eat the cookies as I

continued my route. After veral cookies， I felt an envelope

and pulled it out of the bag. When I opened the envelope， I was

stunned. Inside was the ven dollars and a short note that said，

“I’m proud of you.”