读《晨读美文》有感

第一篇：读《晨读美文》有感

读《晨读美文》有感

晨读是一件令人愉悦的事情，清晨温和的阳光透过晶莹的薄雾，参杂着几声鸟叫从树枝中间透射过玻璃窗，唤醒清晨的睡眼惺忪。泡上一杯浓郁的咖啡，翻开一本满是美文的书，或许便是简单的幸福。

试想一下，远离都市高耸的大厦和拥挤的街道，回归到青翠的山林。那里鸟语花香，那里苍翠欲滴，那里流水潺潺......一切都是自然的摸样，都市中满是灰烟，甚至觉得那里呼吸欠自然。《山中访友》便把我带回了那个自然自如的境界。走进山林，看到古桥，那是我的第一个朋友，在这山涧之间，它到底矗立了几百年？看过了多少人影，鱼影，鸟影？听了所有人都听过的溪流，它还是那样的强劲，踏步上前，坚韧的躯壳承载着旅客的梦和希望。走进这片树林，鸟儿呼唤我的名字，露珠与我交换眼神。每一棵树都是我的知己，它们迎面送来无边的青翠，每一棵树都在望着我。我靠在一棵树上，静静地，仿佛自己也是一棵树。我脚下长出的根须，深深扎进泥土和岩层；头发长成树冠，胳膊变成树枝，血液变成树的汁液，在年轮里旋转、流淌。这山里的一切，哪一个不是我的朋友？沉浸在山林的自由自我，与旧日好友的重逢，便使我在归途逢上了难忘的月光。其实今日的人应该值得反思，在城市的灰烟中行色匆匆了多少年？梦想与理想是否在自己的身边？都说生活改变了你我的模样，毋庸置疑我们欠自然风光中老友的一场派对。

雨是大自然对人们的馈赠，一场及时的雨可以赶走炎热得令人烦躁的酷暑，一场及时的雨可以带来春天和煦的暖风，一场及时的雨也可以驱赶几多令人心碎无法入睡的夜。可是，山雨。简直壮丽。《山雨》说，雨是从远方来的，先是从山坡上，便随着沙沙的声音。步伐是越来越近，走到近处，满山的树叶，石头，绿草......一切都是她的琴键，忘我的演奏这般火热的曲子，听者的心情是怎样，她就是怎样的。有的热烈，有的悲伤，有的亢奋，有的失落。山雨改变了眼前的一切，透过密集的雨点望去的风景，别具一番风味，颜色完全不同，模糊的雨雾升起，把眼前的一切染成了一片，成千上百的绿色交织，万紫千红的一切相融，宛如一幅震慑人心的山水画，你若是亲眼目睹，足以把你破碎不堪的心震得灰飞烟灭。那种迷蒙的感觉透过了眼睛和思绪，把心带向遥远的地方。雨停后的阳光和鸟鸣，呼唤回你漂泊的心，细听细看，暖透人心。生活不知苟且眼前，看看远方，那里烟花深处有人家！

母亲是伟大的人，从古至今，母亲一直都是无私的。也许只有慢慢长大才能够把那句“哪个母亲会不爱自己的孩子”那句话慢慢参透，年幼的时候遭的斥责在越来越懂事后，才会体会到那种浓烈的爱意。“没法可修饰的一对手，带出温柔永远在背后......”一首《真的爱你》便是赞颂这种平凡而伟大的母爱，当前奏旋律响起的时候，心早就飞回母亲的身边，温暖着。季羡林的一文《怀念母亲》，值得让人深思，他与母亲相处时间很少，她却在自己即将自立的时候永远离开了。伟大而平凡的母亲啊，你是去了遥远的天堂吗？那里有烟花，你知道吗？“一个缺少母爱的孩子，是灵魂不全的人。我怀着不全的灵魂，抱终天之恨。”他还有一个母亲，是祖**亲。飘洋过海，背井离乡去他方，一件琐事勾起他对母亲的怀念，天下的母亲都是一样的，总期盼着他乡的孩子归家。在他乡，对祖**亲的怀念之情也是越来越浓烈，脚下踏着陌生的土地，问着一个个陌生的身影，那方是我家土？无论你是否不善言辞，我们都欠自己的母亲一句“真的爱你”永远都欠，永远。

人的一生会遇到很多的朋友，在一个合适的地方和时间，加些微妙的缘分就会遇见一个知心的朋友。试问现在的人们，在回忆起陈年旧事的时候，谁敢正义凛然的说出，我从不后悔！一定没有人。人生是漫长的路，行路人也是在变，患得患失的行走在雾雨的路。当你一天天长大的时候，就注定要慢慢失去身边的人和事。或许某天冷雨凝聚的时候，敲进心底的冷雨点会带你无限的感慨。“许多人已不在拥有，许多故事有伤心的理由......”。若有所失的感觉总是令人着迷，向往美好却又不知道如何是美好，幼时的好与坏在慢慢长大的过程中越来越模糊。一句“朋友”会把离别的悲伤演绎得登峰造极。在成长的路上，本来平行出发的人们啊，越走就越是不同，走着走着人们就会像一束空间平行的直线，在不同的长短之处向任何方向转折出去。走着自己的路，各有各的方向与目的。昨日听你讲理想的人或许早已远在天边，从古至今多少赞颂友谊的诗词歌赋成为千古绝句。可是作诗者往往悲伤不已，总有挫折打碎人心，写下每句冰冷冷的诗，冷笑变作故事的作者。远方的人啊，你是否会忆起今天的我和他，在匆匆忙于生计的途中，在匆匆行车驻足间，在遥远他方路上，会不会有一个似曾相识的景象带给你昔日的故事，拨动你感慨的心啊！那时候的你还会不会流泪，还会不会沉默，还会不会就那么简单的笑啊！无情的现实将我们越磨越圆，绝情的生活将我们越推越远。多希望在经历了无数精彩难忘的点点滴滴时光的时候，终将别离时，互相说一句再见。正如那种无力的盼望“盼望我别去后会共你在远方相聚......”。

放下书签，关上那本满载美文的书，喝一小口浓郁的咖啡，望着远方，若有所思。

第二篇：晨读美文

高三复旦班美文推荐阅读材料

（八）书名 《常识》作者：梁文道

出 版 社： 广西师范大学出版社

定价：￥38.00 当当价：￥22.80

内容简介

只有一种情况能使时事评论不朽，那就是你说的那些事老是重复出现。几年前发生过矿难，评论家费煞苦心地分析它的成因，推介善后的处置，指出杜绝它再度发生的方法。结果它不只没有消失，反而更加频密地发生。如果时事评论的目的是为了改变现实，那么现实的屹立不变就是对它最大的嘲讽了。任何有良心的评论家都该期盼自己的文章失效，他的文章若是总有现实意义，那是种悲哀。除非他那作者的自我要大于一个知识分子的志趣；江山不幸诗家幸。

作者简介

梁文道，1970年生于香港。1988年开始撰写艺评、文化及时事评论，并曾参与各种类型的文化及社会活动。现职凤凰卫视评论员，为《南方周末》及《南方都市报》等中国内地、香港及马亚西十余份报刊杂志专栏作家。

书名《雅舍小品》作者：梁实秋

出 版 社： 当代世界出版社

定价：￥23.80 当当价：￥15.80

内容简介

在转瞬即变的时空里，在人生无能反复的过程中，经典是打败了时间的文字、声音和表情。那些坦诚的语句，那些无畏的呐喊，那些对人类精神的思考，唤醒了我们曾经的期望，鼓起现在的勇气，不再虚空浮华、怀疑未来。这些智者的身影和流传已久的词句，净化了我们的心灵，震撼了我们的灵魂，使我们懂得了什么是可以错过但不会被磨灭的，什么是瞬间即逝却又是最宝贵的。

作者简介

梁实秋，原名梁治华，字实秋，北京人，原籍浙江杭县，他早期写诗和杂文，也做评论。1923年留学美国，1926年回国后任大学教授、报刊主编等，1949年6月迁居台湾。著评甚丰，主要有文学评论集《浪漫的与古典的》、《偏见集》、《秋室杂文》等，并翻译《莎士比亚全集》等。

书名《把栏杆拍遍》作者：梁衡

出 版 社： 东方出版中心

定价：￥24.00 当当价：￥17.60

内容简介

本书收集著名散文作家梁衡近年苦心创作的散文精品五十余篇，集中展示作家的精神境界与文化品位。

收入本书的作品多以写人为主。有铁甲烈马、威风凛凛，以武起事又以文为业的大词人辛弃疾；有被皇家发配边荒的中国古代最后一位罪臣，同时也是中国近代史的第一位功臣林则徐；有以文为政，又因政事之败而返观人生、直面人生的瞿秋白；有胸怀博大、因一生的“大无” 而铸成人生的“大有”的周恩来；有一生颠沛流离、但始终追求着那遥远的美丽的西部歌王王洛宾；也有挺立在智慧高地，用全部的青春、信念和生命换来镭的发现的伟大女性居里夫人……收入本书的《把栏杆拍遍》、《觅渡、觅渡，渡何处》、《大无大有周恩来》、《晋祠》、《读柳永》等篇，一经问世，即广为传诵，成为名篇佳作，并为多种课本及教材选用。此外，作者的一批极具个性与人文内涵的山水散文，也在本书的收集之列。

作者写人突出文学与政治纠葛的背景，善用理性分析和形象表现，因此，作品大多视野宏阔，充满磅礴气势。作品融“大事、大情、大理”于一体，具有强烈的现实感和时代气息，同时也赋予作品以极高的艺术审美价值。

作者简介

梁衡：1946年出生，1968年毕业于中国人民大学。历任内蒙古日报记者、光明日报记者、国家新闻出版署副署长。现任人民日报副总编辑、中国人民大学新闻学院博士生导师、中国作家协会全委会委员。作品有《梁衡文集》等多种。《晋祠》、《夏感》、《觅渡，觅渡，渡何处》、《跨越百年的美丽》等四篇作品入选中学课本和师范教材。曾获青年文学奖、赵树理文学奖、全国优秀科普作品奖。

书名《烟愁 桂花雨》 《词人之舟》作者：琦君

出 版 社： 知识出版社

定价：￥18.00 当当价：￥14.40

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如果说往事，伴随我们度过成长的时光，带来了生命中的种种感伤，琦君的小说和散文，则像是我们脑海中的一段段的回忆，唤起了我们儿少时期的梦想与纯真。从琦君细腻的文笔中，我们发现原来平凡的生活里，积累了许多情感和思念，这些从来都不曾遗忘过，只是尘封在心底的最深处，台湾知名插车家黄淑英，以水彩画的表现方式，将琦君的思念一笔笔画上轻柔的线条，也将她的情感追忆填上柔美的色彩，这样的感动永远在我们的心上，久久不能忘怀。

作者简介

琦君，知名女作家，1917年出生在浙江省永嘉县。小时候由家庭教师教授诗经、唐诗等古文，十四岁考进弘道女中，中文成绩名列前茅。中学毕业后，经过会考直升杭州江大学中文系。先后于台湾中国文化大学等校教书，现旅居美国。

琦君的作品繁多，有《琦君小品》、《水是故乡甜》、《琦君寄小读者》、《桂花雨》、《烟愁》等，其中《橘子红了》还拍摄成电视连续剧，轰动一时。她的作品受到了广大读者的喜爱，更获得了中山学术基金会文艺创作散文奖，以及金鼎奖等诸多项奖的肯定。

书名 《你还没有爱过》作者张晓风

出 版 社： 当代世界出版社

定价：￥21.80 当当价：￥14.50

内容简介

经典是时间淘洗后留存的精品，它们是人性的画像，是人性的注解。经典的意义在于常读常新，无论时光如何流转，它们依然是读书人书架上不变的风景。

作者简介

张晓风，一九四一年出生于浙江省金华县，台湾东吴大学中文系毕业，张晓风文采亦秀亦豪，创作腹地广阔。除散文外，兼长戏剧，又以“可叵”、“桑科”笔名撰写杂文评论经年。重要作品包括散文十二卷（《地毯的那一端》、《愁乡石》、《你还没有爱过》、《我在》、《从你美丽的流域》等）、戏剧十一卷（《武陵人》、《自烹》、《和氏璧》《血笛》等）、杂文三卷（《非非集》、《幽默五十三》、《通菜与通婚》）以及儿童文学、评论小品等，作品在台湾多次获奖。

书名 《左手的掌纹》 作者 余光中

出 版 社： 江苏文艺出版社

定价：￥20.00 当当价：￥16.00

内容简介

本书是从余光中全部散文创作中“精选”出来的。它囊括了作者五十年间散文创作各个时期的主要代表作，从最早发表的《猛虎与蔷薇》、《石城之行》，到近期问世的《萤火山庄》、《金陵子弟江湖客》。论入选作品写作时间的跨度之长，近作与新作的数量之多，本书恐怕当属迄今为止大陆所出“余选”之最。

“右手写诗，左手写散文”，这是文坛对台湾著名学者余光中公认的形容。而今，余老又用他的左手为读者奉献上一道精神大餐，散文集《左手的掌纹》选其作品五十多篇，有短到数百言的小品，也有长逾万言的巨制；有纯粹的抒情文，有夹叙夹议的杂文，还有不折不扣的论文。无论篇幅与文体都不拘一格。这些散文或记海外见闻，或写读书杂感，或写域外游踪，或写人情世故，或抒思乡怀人之情，内容广泛，不拘一格，编选者从余光中散文创作的整体性和多样性出发，整体勾勒出这位活跃在当代世界华文之林中的文学巨擘，从浪迹天涯到誉满中外的人生轨迹与心路历程，集中展示了余光中散文创作的多方面的艺术才华。这些散文随笔，叙事抒情议论自成一家，激情奔放，叙事精当，思路开阔，人情练达，知识渊博，读来美不胜收，在当代作家中，像余光中这样“右手写诗，左手写散文”又卓有成就的作家并不多见，无怪连散文巨擘梁实秋先生对此都十分推崇，称之为“一时无两”。

书名 《百年思索》 作者 龙应台

出版社: 南海出版公司

图书简介

该书是台湾作家龙应台的一本散文集，作者用她的眼光看世界，看中国，抒写了她对历史的反思，对中西文化的思索，对未来的展望。

作者简介

龙应台，一九五二年出生于高雄，一九七四年毕业于成功大学外文系，后获美国堪萨斯州立大学英美文学博士。曾任教于纽约市立大学、梅西学院及国立中央大学英文系，现任教于德国海德堡大学。着有《野火集》、《人在欧洲》、《写给台湾的信》、《美丽的权利》、《孩子你慢慢来》、《看世纪末向你走来》、《干杯吧，托玛斯曼》、《我的不安》、《百年思索》《目送》《亲爱的安德烈》《大江大河一九四九》。

书名《人生不过如此》 作者 林语堂

作者： 林语堂 著

出 版 社： 陕西师范大学出版社

定价：￥25.00 当当价：￥12.50

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国学大师、文化巨匠林语堂先生经典人生散文首次结集出版，林语堂以人生优游者的独特视角展现出诗样人生、才情人生、幽默人生、智慧人生的别样风情。

林语堂的人生哲学可和一句话来概括：悲剧的喜剧人生观。

要林语堂的笔下，沉重的肉身转为了轻灵的舞者，悲剧与沉重都被舞蹈所化解。他的人生就是风行水上，下面纵有旋涡急流，风仍逍遥自在。

人世是唯一的天堂，宇宙是无知，人生是笑话，是无意的，但是要靠自己的选择，“造出”人生的意义。

图书简介

在不违背天地之道的情况下，成为一个自由而快乐的人。这就好比一台戏，优秀的演员明知其假，但却能够比在现实生活中更真实、更自然、更快乐地表达自己，表现自己。人生亦复如此，我们最重要的不是去计较真与伪，得与失，名与利，贵与贱，富与贫，而是如何好好地快乐地度日，并从中发现生活的诗意。从某种程度上说，人生不完满是常态，而圆满则是非常态，就如同“月圆为少月缺为多”道理是一样的。如此理解世界和人生，那么我们就会很快变的通达起来，也逍遥自适多了，苦恼与晦暗也会随风而去了。

本书是一种私人的供状，供认作者自己的思想和生活所得的经验。作者不想发表客观意见，也不想创立不朽真理。作者实在瞧不起自许的客观哲学；作者只想表现作者个人的观点。作者本想题这书的名字为“抒情哲学”，用抒情一词说明这里面所讲的是一些私人的观念。但是这个书名似乎太美，作者不敢用，作者恐怕目标定得太高，即难于满足读者的期望，况且作者的主旨是实事求是的散文，所以用现在的书名较易维持水准，且较自然。让作者和草木为友，和土壤相亲，作者便已觉得心意满足。作者的灵魂很舒服地在泥土里蠕动，觉得很快乐。当一个人悠闲陶醉于土地上时，他的心灵似乎那么轻松，好像是在天堂一般。事实上，他那六尺之躯，何尝离开土壤一寸一分呢？

作者简介

林语堂（1895-1976），福建龙溪人。原名和乐，后改玉堂，又改语堂。1912年入上海圣约翰大学，毕业后在清华大学任教。1919年秋赴美哈佛大学文学系。1922年获文学硕士学位。同年转赴德国入莱比锡大学，专攻语言学。1923年获博士学位后回国，任北京大学教授、北京女子师范大学教务长和英文系主任。1924年后为《语丝》主要撰稿人之一。1926年到厦门大学任文学院长。1927年任外交部秘书。1932年主编《论语》半月刊。1934年创办《人间世》，1935年创办《宇宙风》，提倡“以自我为中心，以闲适为格调”的小品文。1935年后，在美国用英文写《吾国与吾民》、《京华烟云》、《风声鹤唳》等文化著作和长篇小说。1944年曾一度回国到重庆讲学。1945年赴新加坡筹建南洋大学，任校长。1952年在美国与他人一起创办《天风》杂志。1965年定居台湾。1967年受聘为香港中文大学研究教授。1975年被推举为国际笔会副会长。1976年在香港逝世。

书名 《人间草木》 作者 汪曾祺

作者： 汪曾祺 著

出 版 社： 江苏文艺出版社

定价：￥20.00 当当价：￥13.40

图书简介

本书从汪曾褀创作的大量散文中精选而成，最早的写于四十年代，大部分写于后半生，风格从华丽归于朴实，技巧臻于至境。这本散文分“人间草木”、“四方食事”、“脚底烟云”、“联大岁月”、“师友相册”、“平淡人生”、“文章杂事”等七辑，“人间草木”，主要描写花草景致，各地风物，文辞华丽，美不胜收；“四方食事”从故乡食物到各地美食，在素有美食家之称的汪老笔下，洋溢着深厚的文化气息，成为文化的一部分。这些美食一经汪老点晴之笔无不令人垂涎叫绝；“脚底烟云”是一组游记散文。不同于一般的纪游文字，汪老的散文富有深厚了文化历史与人文气息，可以称为文化散文，读者从中看到的绝不只风景本身；“联大岁月”描写作者当年在西南大读书求学的难忘岁月，可谓历史的见证；“师友相册”记录沈从文等几位师友的音容笑貌，故人已去，但在作者的文字里却栩栩如生；“平淡人生”是一组写父母家人的文字，情真意切，可以看出汪曾褀人生的不为人知的另一面；“文章杂事”收录作者一组谈小说与散文创作的得意之作，既是汪曾褀先生的夫子自道，又是经验之谈，无论对一般读者写作者，还是研究者都很有参考价值。

汪氏散文晚年已臻化境，其文字技巧用炉火纯青来形容并不为过。这本散文集，更是汪曾褀先生一生创作的各类散文精品的分类集成，可以说是一般读者和散文爱好者阅读的经典范本。

作者简介

汪曾祺（1920-1997），江苏高邮人，著名作家。1939年考入西南联合大学中国文学系，师从杨振声、闻一多、朱自清等诸位先生，是沈从文先生的入室弟子。曾任中学国文教员、历史博物馆职员。解放后，曾在中国民间文学研究会工作，编过《北京文艺》《说说唱唱》《民间文学》。1962年初，调到北京京剧团当编辑。曾任北京剧协理事、中国作协理事、中国作协顾问等。曾在海内外出版过小说集、散文集30余部。

第三篇：晨读经典美文分享

有空的时候找点美文来朗读一下提升自己的内涵也是不错的呢？下面小编为大家整理了晨读经典美文，欢迎阅读！

关爱梦想

My dream ended when I was born.Although I never knew it then, I just held on to something that would never come to pass.Dreams really do exist.But in the morning when you wake up, they are remembered just as a dream.That is what happened to me.我一出生，梦想就结束了，然而当时我却毫不知晓，仍执著于一些永无实现之日的事情。我的确怀有许多梦想。不过，当早晨醒来之时，所记起的却只是一场梦境而已。我的经历就是如此。

I always had the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina twirling around and around and hearing people applaud for me.When I was young,I would twirl around and around in the fields of wildflowers that grew in my backyard.我一直梦想着像一个美丽的芭蕾演员一样跳舞，轻盈地旋来转去，耳边是人们的掌声喝彩。小时候，我常常在自家后院长满野花的草地上练习芭蕾舞的旋转动作。

I thought that if I twirled faster everything would disappear and I would wake up in a new place.Reality woke me up when I heard a voice saying, “I don't know why you bother trying to dance.Ballerinas are pretty , slender little girls.Besides, you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina.” I remember how those words paralyzed every feeling in my body.I fell to the ground and wept for hours.我想要是我转得再快一点，眼前的一切都会消失，我将会获得一方新的天地。然而现实唤醒了我，我听到一个声音说：“我不明白你为什么不厌其烦地尝试跳舞。跳芭蕾舞的人都长得漂亮、苗条、娇小可爱。还有，你也没有跳芭蕾舞的天分。”记得当时那些话让我的全身都失去了知觉。我瘫倒在地上，哭了好几个小时。

We lived in the country by a nearby lake.I did not like to be at home.When my parents were home, my mother just yelled and criticized because nothing was ever perfect in her life.She dreamed of a different life but she ended up living in the country far away from the city where she believed her dreams would have come true.我们家住在乡下，附近有一个湖。我不喜欢待在家里，妈妈总是在家里大喊大叫着抱怨生活处处不如意。她曾经梦想着能够住在城市里，只有在那里她的理想才能实现，而后来却住在这远离城市的乡下，这与她的理想大相径庭。

I enjoyed hanging out by the water.I would sit there for hours and stare at my reflection.There I was, looking nothing like a pretty ballerina dancer.Reflections don't lie.Once the waves would come, my reflection was gone.Washed away just like my dream to dance.我喜欢到水边待着，在那儿，我常常一坐就是几个小时，静静地望着水中我的倒影。水中的我哪也不像一个漂亮的芭蕾舞演员，倒影从不撒谎。微波荡过，倒影消失了'就像我跳舞的梦想一样消失了。

As I grew older, I began to realize that the reason my dream was even born, was because it was something that was.inside of me.The dream I had was never nurtured and cared for, so it slowly died.It's not that I wanted it to die, but I allowed it to die the day I started listening to the words, “You can't do it.” When I finally woke up from many years of dreaming, I realized that you can't settle for dancing in the wildflowers, you have to move on to the platform。

随着我的成长我开始明白之所以我的梦想会产生，是因为它就在我心里。而我从未培育和呵护过它，因此它慢慢地死去了。我并不想让它死去，但是从我听到“你办不到”这种话的那一天，我就放任了它的离去。最后，当我从多年来的梦想中醒来时，我才明白过来 你不能满足于在野花丛中跳舞，你必须设法到舞台上去跳。

另一种爱

Inside the Russian Embassy in London a KGB colonel pufTed a cigarette as he read the handwritten note for the third time.There was no need for the writer to express regret, he thought.Correcting this problem would be easy.He would do that in a moment.The thought of it caused a grim smile to appear and joy to his heart.But he pushed away those thoughts and tumed his attention to a framed photograph on his desk.His wife was beautiful, he told himself as he remembered the day they were

married.That was forty-three years ago, and it had been the proudest and happiest day ofhis life,在伦敦的俄国使馆，一位克格勃上校一边抽着烟，一边读着一张手写的字条，这已是他第3次在读这张字条了口便条的作者不必表示遗憾了，上校这样想着。纠正这个错误其实很容易。他只要一会儿工夫便会做到。想到这里，他的脸上不禁浮现出一种可怕 的笑容，内心深处充满了快乐之情。上校从沉思中游离出来，将注意力集中到桌子上的一个像框上，他的妻子是位美丽的女人，当想起他们成婚的那一天时他不禁自语道。那已是43年前的事情了'可却是他一生中最自豪最幸福的日子。

What had happened to all that time? Why had it passed so quickly, and why hadn't he spent more ofit with her? Why hadn't he held her close and told her more often that he loved her?He cursed himself as a tear came from the comer ofhis eye, ran down his cheek, and then dropped onto the note.He stitTened and wiped his face with the back of his hand.There was no need for remorse or regret, he told himself.In a few moments he would join her and at that time would express his undying love and

devotion.那些时候都发生了什么?为什么时光流逝得如此之快?为什么他没能将更多的时光用来陪伴她?为什么他没能将她搂紧，更多次地告诉她他爱她? 他于是开始诅咒起自己，泪水也忍不住夺眶而出，流过面颊，最后滴落在字条上。这时，他板起了面孔，用手背揩去了眼泪。已经没有必要来自责与悔恨了他对自己说道。很快他不就会与她团聚了吗?到那时，他将再向她表达他永恒的爱与忠心。

After setting the note ablaze he dropped it into an ashtray and watched it burn.For a time the blaze cast moving shadows on the walls of the darkened room, then they nickered and died out.The colonel dropped the cigarette to the floor and ground it out with his heel, then clutched the photograph to his breast, removed a pistol from his pocket, placed the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trier.In the ashtray a small portion of the note remained.Where it had been wetted by his tear it had failed to bum, and on that scrap of paper were the words “died yesterday”.他点燃了字条，将它扔进了烟灰缸中，看着它慢慢地燃烧起来。在火苗的映衬下，这间漆黑的屋子里的四壁一时变得影影绰绰。不一会儿，火苗成了星星点点，渐渐地熄灭了。上校把香烟扔在了地板上，用后脚跟将其碾灭，随后抓起照片放在自己的胸前。他从衣兜中掏出一把手 枪，将枪筒放进自己的嘴中，接着扣动了扳机。在烟灰缸中还残留着—小片字条，由于被上校的泪水浸湿而未能燃尽。在这块残片上有这样几个字“昨天去世”。

第四篇：读美文有感

读《教师需要一颗平常心》文章有感

泾源三小李秀莲

看完《教师需要一颗平常心》的文章后感触很深。在这个我们无法改变的教育制度下，我们能改变的只有我们自己，因为大家评价一个孩子的好坏往往取决于他的成绩。似乎要改变这个现实还需要很长的路要走，现在我们要做的就是自己别以成绩定好坏。多和他们沟通，平等的对待每一个学生，虽然他们成绩不好，但是未来的路很长，不要限定他们，孩子的潜力是无限的。我想我应该试着改变现在的教学方法，多和他们沟通，每个人的苦和乐是相对的，快乐不快乐全在于自己，我们的痛苦很大程度来自于对学生的“苛求”。

把学生当人。每一个学生都是独一无二的，教师要承认这种差异，悦纳这种差异，允许学生优秀，也允许学生不优秀，鼓励学生的进步，也容忍学生的退步；成绩好的学生是可爱的，暂时落后的学生也是可爱的；听话的学生是可爱的，淘气顽皮的学生也是可爱的。在理想的师生关系中享受人间最美好的感情。把孩子当孩子。

学生是人，但这种人不是“大人”，而是“小人”，不管他的个子有多高，块头有多大，孩子毕竟是孩子，他们眼里看到的世界与教师眼里看到的世界是不同的，他们犯的错误有很多是成长中的必然，是美丽的错误，是教师年轻时也犯过的错误。保持这样的心态，教师就可以大大减少因“恨铁不成钢”而产生的极度焦虑、愤怒和哀怨。”调皮好动不就是孩子的天性吗？如此的“恨铁不成钢”有多少意义呢？用一颗平常心来看待一切，何尝不是让自己快乐的一种法宝

呢？调整心态！换一种方式来爱孩子们，相信我们都会有更多的收获。

第五篇：英语经典晨读美文

英语经典晨读美文

英语经典晨读美文1

It happened in one of those picturesque Danish taverns that cater to tourists and where English is spoken. I was with my father on a business-and-pleasure trip, and in our leisure hours we were having a wonderful time. “It's a pity your mother couldn't come,” said Father. “It would be wonderful to show her around.”

He had visited Denmark when he was a young man. I asked him, “How long is it since you were here?”

“Oh, about 30 years. I remember being in this very inn, by the way.” He looked around, remembering. “Those were gracious days-” He stopped suddenly, and I saw that his face was pale. I followed his eyes and looked across the room to a woman who was setting a tray of drinks before some customers. She might have been pretty once, but now she was stout and her hair was untidy. “Do you know her?” I asked. “I did once,” he said.

The woman came to our table. “Drinks?” she inquired. “We'll have beer,” I said. She nodded and went away. “How she has changed! Thank heaven she didn't recognize me,” muttered Father mopping his face with a handkerchief. “I knew her before I ever met your mother, ”he went on. “I was a student, on a tour. She was a lovely young thing, very graceful. I fell madly in live with her, and she with me.”

“Does Mother know about her?” I blurted out, resentfully. “Of course,” Father said gently. He looked at me a little anxiously. I felt embarrassed for him. I said, “Dad, you don't have to-”

“Oh, yes, I want to tell you. I don't want you wondering about this. Her father objected to our romance. I was a foreigner. I had no prospects, and was dependent on my father. When I wrote Father that I wanted to get married he cut off my allowance. And I had to go home. But I met the girl once more, and told her I would return to America, borrow enough money to get married on, and come back for her in a few months.”

“We know,” he continued, “that her father might intercept a letter, so we agreed that I would simply mail her a slip of paper with a date on it, the time she was to meet me at a certain place; then we'd married. Well, I went home, got the loan and sent her the date. She received the note. She wrote me:” I'll be there.“ But she wasn't. Then I found that she had been married about two weeks before, to a local innkeeper. She hadn't waited.”

Then my father said,“ Thank God she didn't. I went home, met your mother, and we've been completely happy. We often joke about that youthful love romance.” The woman appeared with our beer. “You are from America?” she asked me. “Yes,” I said.

She beamed. “A wonderful country, America.”

“Yes, a lot of your countrymen have gone there. Did you ever think of it?”

“Not me. Not now,” she said. “I think so one time, a ling time ago. But I stay here. It much better here.”

We drank our beer and left. Outside I said,“ Father, just how did you write that date on which she was to meet you?”

He stopped, took out an envelope and wrote on it. “Like this,” he said. “12/11/73, which was, of course, December 11, 1973.” “No!” I exclaimed. “It isn't in Denmark or any European country. Over here they write the day first, then the month. So that date wouldn't be December 11 but the 12th of November!” Father passed his hand over his face. “So she was there!” he exclaimed. “And it was because I didn't show up that she got married.” He was silent a while. “Well,” he said.“I hope she's happy. She seems be.”

As we resumed walking I blurted out, “It is a lucky thing it happened that way. You wouldn't have met Mother.” He put his arm around my shoulders, looked at me with a heart-warming smile, and said, “I was doubly lucky, young fellow, for otherwise I wouldn't have met you, either!”

英语经典晨读美文2

Petey hadn't really believed that Dad would be doing It - sending Granddad away. “Away” was what they were calling it.Not until now could he believe it of his father. But here was the blanket that Dad had bought for Granddad, and in the morning he'd be going away. This was the last evening they'd be having together. Dad was off seeing that girl he was to marry. He would not be back till late, so Petey and Granddad could sit up and talk. It was a fine September night, with a silver moon riding high. They washed up the supper dishes and then took their chairs out onto the porch. “I'll get my fiddle,” said the old man, “and play you some of the old tunes.”

But instead of the fiddle he brought out the blanket. It was a big double blanket, red with black stripes. “Now, isn't that a fine blanket!” said the old man, smoothing it over his knees. “And isn't your father a kind man to be giving the old fellow a blanket like that to go away with? It cost something, it did-look at the wool of it! There'll be few blankets there the equal of this one!”

It was like Granddad to be saying that. He was trying to make it easier. He had pretended all along that he wanted to go away to the great brick building-the government place. There he'd be with so many other old fellows, having the best of everything. . . . But Petey hadn't believed Dad would really do it, not until this night when he brought home the blanket. “Oh, yes, it's a fine blanket,” said Petey. He got up and went into the house. He wasn't the kind to cry and, besides, he was too old for that. He'd just gone in to fetch Granddad's fiddle.

The blanket slid to the floor as the old man took the fiddle and stood up. He tuned up for a minute, and then said, “This is one you'll like to remember.”

Petey sat and looked out over the gully. Dad would marry that girl. Yes, that girl who had kissed Petey and fussed over him, saying she'd try to be a good mother to him, and all. . . .

The tune stopped suddenly. Granddad said, “It's a fine girl your father's going to marry. He'll be feeling young again with a pretty wife like that. And what would an old fellow like me be doing around their house, getting in the way? An old nuisance, what with my talks of aches and pains. It's best that I go away, like I'm doing. One more tune or two, and then we'll be going to sleep. I'll pack up my blanket in the morning.”

They didn't hear the two people coming down the path. Dad had one arm around the girl, whose bright face was like a doll's. But they heard her when she laughed, right close by the porch. Dad didn't say anything, but the girl came forward and spoke to Granddad prettily: “I won't be here when you leave in the morning, so I came over to say good-bye.”

“It's kind of you,” said Granddad, with his eyes cast down. Then, seeing the blanket at his feet, he stooped to pick it up. “And will you look at this,” he said. “The fine blanket my son has given me to go away with.”

英语经典晨读美文3

The ocean covers three quarters of the earths surface, produces 90 percentof allits life-supporting oxygen, and is the driving force behind the entireweather system. There are over 450 million cubic miles of sea water on theearth; and each cubic mile contains over 150 million tons of minerals. So vast and so pervasive is the sea that if the earths crust were made level,ocean water would form a blanket over 8,000 feet deep. The oceans contribute immeasurably to the earths life support system aswell as provide an untapped storehouse of food, minerals, energy, and ar-chaeological treasureAdvanced atmospheric diving suits permit researchers to descend to depthsof l,500 feet.

Yet the oceans average depth is greater than 12,000 feet. It is atthese depths that remarkable discoveries are being made, discoveries whichonly a short time ago would have been impossible. In that depth, where darkness is absolute and pressure exceeds eight tons persquare inch, robotic submersibles have discovered enormous gorges, fourtimes deeper than the Grand Canyon Here, too, are volcanoes that vastlyoutnumber those on land.

Landslides the size of Rhode Island have beenrecorded, as well as raging undersea storms that go completely unnoticed oitthe surface while dramatically rearranging the underwater landscapes. And under these seas the largest single geological feature on earth hasbeen found-a mountain range that dwarfs the Himalayas. Its a range thatcovers nearly one quarter of the earths surface. All these discoveries have come from the exploration ofless than one-tenthof this undersea mountain range.

The earth is the only planet we know that has an ocean. The ocean is tlielargest feature on earth. Yet its the one feature we know the least about. Weknow more about the moon 240,000 miles away than we know about thethree-fourths of the earth covered with water. Man has set foot on the moon,but not on the most remote part of the earth, 35,000 feet under the sea. Technology is changing all that. Its literally parting the waves for todaysundersea explorers.

And its bringing about the opportunity to transformvision, curiosity and wonder into practical knowledge. Properly managed as a tool to serve society, technology is the best hopefor overcoming economic and social problems facing people everywhere. Italways has been.

The earliest relics of human life are tools. And our ancientancestors used these tools to understand and change the world around themand make it better. The same is true today. The deep sea is the last frontier left to explore.