生而为赢——新东方英语背诵美文30篇文本
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·第一篇：Youth 青春
Youth
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ea. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by derting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, lf-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.
When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 12; but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.
·第二篇： Three Days to See(Excerpts)假如给我三天光明（节选）
Three Days to See
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year, sometimes as short as 24 hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed hero cho to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of cour, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals who sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories t us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into tho last hours as mortal beings, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with gentleness, vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are tho, of cour, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry”. But most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always
his n of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that tho who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we pictur
e that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We ldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the u of all our faculties and ns. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this obrvation apply to tho who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But tho who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing ldom make the fullest u of the blesd faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lo it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
·第三篇：Companionship of Books 以书为伴（节选）
Companionship of Books
A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companio
ns and comforters.
Books posss an esnce of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first pasd through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the prence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we e the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens.
·第四篇：If I Rest,I Rust 如果我休息，我就会生锈
If I Rest, I Rust
The significant inscription found on an old key---“If I rest, I rust”---would be an excellent motto for tho who are afflicted with the slightest bit of idleness. Even the most industrious person might adopt it with advantage to rve as a reminder that, if one allows his faculties to rest, like the iron in the unud key, they will soon show signs of rust and, ultimately, cannot do the work required of them.
Tho who would attain the heights reached and kept by great men must keep their faculties polished by constant u, so that they may unlock the doors of knowledge, the gate that guard the entrances to the professions, to science, art, literature, agriculture---every department of human endeavor.
Industry keeps bright the key that opens the treasury of achievement. If Hugh Miller, after toiling all day in a quarry, had devoted his evenings to rest and recreation, he would never have become a famous geologist. The celebrated mathematician, Edmund Stone, would never have published a mathematical dictionary, never have found the key to science of mathematics, if he had given his spare moments to idleness, had the little Scotch lad, Ferguson, allowed the busy brain to go to sleep while he tended sheep on the hillside instead of calculating the position of the stars by a string of beads, he would never have become a famous astronomer.
Labor vanquishes all---not inconstant, spasmodic, or ill-directed labor; but faithful, unremitting, daily effort toward a well-directed purpo. Just as truly as eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, so is eternal industry the price of noble and enduring success.
·第五篇：Ambition 抱负
Ambition
It is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition. It would probably be a kinder world: with out demands, without abrasions, without disappointments. People would have time for reflection. Such work as they did would not be for themlves but for the collectivity. Competition would never enter in. conflict would be eliminated, tension become a thing of the past. The stress of creation would be at an end. Art would no longer be troubling, but purely celebratory in its functions. Longevity would be incread, for fewer people would die of heart attack or stroke caud by tumultuous endeavor. Anxiety would be extinct. Time would stretch on and on, with ambition long departed from the human heart.
Ah, how unrelieved boring life would be!
There is a strong view that holds that success is a myth, and ambition therefore a sham. Does this mean that success does not really exist? That achievement is at bottom empty? That the efforts of men and women are of no significance alongside the force of movements and events now not all success, obviously, is worth esteeming, nor all ambition worth cultivating. Which are and which are not is something one soon enough learns on one’s own. But even the most cynical cretly admit that success exists; that achievement counts for a great deal; and that the true myth is that the actions of men and women are uless. To believe otherwi is to take on a point of view that is likely to be deranging. It is, in its implications, to remove all motives for competence, interest in attainment, and regard for posterity.
We do not choo to be born. We do not choo our parents. We do not choo our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choo to die; nor do we choo the time or conditions of our death. But within all this realm of choicelessness, we do choo how we shall live: courageously or in cowardice, honorably or dishonorably, with purpo or in drift. We decide what is important and what is trivial in life. We decide that what makes us significant is either what we do or what we refu to do. But no matter how indifferent the univer may be to our choices and decisions, the choices and decisions are o
urs to make. We decide. We choo. And as we decide and choo, so are our lives formed. In the end, forming our own destiny is what ambition is about.
·第六篇：What I have Lived for 我为何而生
What I Have Lived For
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the arch for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. The passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward cour, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, becau it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I wou
ld often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it, next, becau it relieves loneliness---that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, becau in the union of love I have en, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might em too good for human life, this is what---at last---I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.
Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always it brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
·第七篇：When Love Beckons You 爱的召唤
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 s
peaks 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 caress 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 ek 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 asonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but it lf and takes naught but from itlf. Love posss not, nor would it be possd, for love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itlf. But if you love and must have desires, let the 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
