优秀英语文章选读

第一篇：优秀英语文章选读

love your life

热爱生活

henry david thoreau/享利.大卫.梭罗

however mean your life is，meet it and live it;do not shun it and call it hard names.it is not so bad as you are.it looks poorest when you are richest.the fault-finder will find faults in paradise.love your life，poor as it is.you may perhaps have some pleasant，thrilling，glorious hourss，even in a poor-house.the setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man’s abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.i do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there，and have as cheering thoughts，as in a palace.the town’s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.may be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.cultivate poverty like a garden herb，like sage.do not trouble yourself much to get new things，whether clothes or friends，turn the old，return to them.things do not change;we change.sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.不论你的生活如何卑贱，你要面对它生活，不要躲避它，更别用恶言咒骂它。它不像你那样坏。你最富有的时候，倒是看似最穷。爱找缺点的人就是到天堂里也能找到缺点。你要爱你的生活，尽管它贫穷。甚至在一个济贫院里，你也还有愉快、高兴、光荣的时候。夕阳反射在济贫院的窗上，像身在富户人家窗上一样光亮；在那门前，积雪同在早春融化。我只看到，一个从容的人，在哪里也像在皇宫中一样，生活得心满意足而富有愉快的思想。城镇中的穷人，我看，倒往往是过着最独立不羁的生活。也许因为他们很伟大，所以受之无愧。大多数人以为他们是超然的，不靠城镇来支援他们；可是事实上他们是往往利用了不正当的手段来对付生活，他们是毫不超脱的，毋宁是不体面的。视贫穷如园中之花而像圣人一样耕植它吧！不要找新的花样，无论是新的朋友或新的衣服，来麻烦你自己。找旧的，回到那里去。万物不变，是我们在变。你的衣服可以卖掉，但要保留你的思想。

第二篇：英语经典文章选读 3

英语经典文章选读（3）

Astronaut's Brother Recalls A Man Who Dreamed Big

By NPR Staff

Ronald McNair was one of the astronauts killed 25 years ago on Jan.28, when the space shuttle Challenger exploded.As his brother recalls, McNair's life was all about exploring boundaries — and exceeding them.McNair was only the second African-American to visit space.He'd been there once before, aboard a Challenger mission in 1984.On that trip, he played his saxophone while in orbit.Carl McNair says that his brother, astronaut Ronald McNair, saw possibilities where others only saw closed doors.As his older brother, Carl, recalls, McNair started dreaming about space in South Carolina, where he grew up.And he wanted to study science.But first, he needed to get his hands on some advanced books.And that was a problem.“When he was 9 years old, Ron, without my parents or myself knowing his whereabouts, decided to take a mile walk from our home down to the library,” Carl tells his friend Vernon Skipper.The library was public, Carl says — “but not so public for black folks, when you're talking about 1959.”

“So, as he was walking in there, all these folks were staring at him — because they were white folk only — and they were looking at him and saying, you know, 'Who is this Negro?'

”So, he politely positioned himself in line to check out his books.“Well, this old librarian, she says, 'This library is not for coloreds.' He said, 'Well, I would like to check out these books.'

”She says, 'Young man, if you don't leave this library right now, I'm gonna call the police.'

“So he just propped himself up on the counter, and sat there, and said, 'I'll wait.' ”

The librarian called the police — and McNair's mother, Pearl.When the police got to the library, Carl says, “Two burly guys come in and say, 'Well, where's the disturbance?'

”And she pointed to the little 9-year-old boy sitting up on the counter.“And he [the policeman] says, 'Ma'am, what's the problem?'

By then, the boys' mother was on her way, Carl says.”She comes down there praying the whole way there: 'Lordy, Jesus, please don't let them put my child in jail.' And my mother asks the librarian, 'What's the problem?' “

”He wanted to check out the books and, you know, your son shouldn't be down here,“ the librarian said, according to Carl.”And the police officer said, 'You know, why don't you just give the kid the books?'

“And my mother said, 'He'll take good care of them.' ”

So, the librarian reluctantly handed over the books.And then, Carl says, “my mother said, 'What do you say?' ”

And Ron answered, “Thank you, ma'am.”

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Eventually, Ronald McNair graduated from North Carolina A&T State University.And in 1976, he earned a Ph.D.from MIT, in physics.Soon after that, he applied to join NASA's astronaut program.For Carl McNair, watching his brother's career was like seeing something from the TV shows of his youth.“As youngsters, a show came on TV called Star Trek,” he says.“Now, Star Trek showed the future — where there were black folk and white folk working together.” And back in the 1960s, that premise didn't seem believable, Carl says.“I just looked at it as science fiction, 'cause that wasn't going to happen, really,” he says.“But Ronald saw it as science possibility.”

In that era, NASA's astronauts were celebrities — people like Neil Armstrong.“So how was a colored boy from South Carolina — wearing glasses, never flew a plane — how was he gonna become an astronaut?” Carl says.“But Ron was one who didn't accept societal norms as being his norm, you know? That was for other people.And he got to be aboard his own Starship Enterprise.”

Ronald McNair was 35 at the time of the Challenger tragedy.To mark the anniversary of his death, a ceremony will be held in Lake City on Friday, in which the building that housed McNair's childhood library will be named after him.The list of people whose lives McNair touched includes Charles Bolden.Like McNair, Bolden grew up in South Carolina, pursued a career in science and became an astronaut.Bolden is now the administrator of NASA.

第三篇：英语经典文章选读 2

英语经典文章选读（2）

The Scar

I always felt ugly.Then I learned that beauty and perfection are two very different

things.By Joanna Slan

His thumb softly rubbed the twisted flesh on my cheek.The plastic surgeon, a good fifteen years my senior, was a very attractive man.His masculinity and the intensity of his gaze seemed almost overpowering.“Hmmm,” he said quietly.“Are you a model?”

Is this a joke? Is he kidding? I asked myself, and I searched his handsome face for signs of mockery.No way would anyone ever confuse me with a fashion model.I was ugly.My mother casually referred to my sister as her pretty child.Anyone could see I was homely.After all, I had the scar to prove it.The accident happened in fourth grade, when a neighbor boy picked up a hunk of concrete and heaved the mass through the side of my face.An emergency room doctor stitched together the shreds of skin, pulling cat-gut through the tattered outside of my face and then suturing the shards flesh inside my mouth.For the rest of the year, a huge bandage from cheekbone to jaw covered the raised angry welt.A few weeks after the accident, an eye exam revealed I was nearsighted.Above the ungainly bandage sat a big, thick pair of glasses.Around my head, a short fuzzy glob of curls stood out like mold growing on old bread.To save money, mom had taken me to a beauty school where a student cut my hair.The overzealous girl hacked away cheerfully.Globs of hair piled up on the floor.By the time her instructor wandered over, the damage was done.A quick conference followed, and we were given a coupon for a free styling on our next visit.“Well,” sighed my father that evening, “you’ll always be pretty to me,” and he hesitated, “even if you aren’t to the rest of the world.”

Right.Thanks.As if I couldn’t hear the taunts of the other kids at school.As if I couldn’t see how different I looked from the little girls whom the teachers fawned over.As if I didn’t occasionally catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.In a culture that values beauty, an ugly girl is an outcast.My looks caused me no end of pain.I sat in my room and sobbed every time my family watched a beauty pageant or a “talent” search show.Eventually, I decided that if I couldn’t be pretty, I would at least be well-groomed.Over the course of years, I learned to style my hair, wear contact lenses and apply make-up.Watching what worked for other women, I learned to dress myself to best advantage.And now, I was engaged to be married.The scar, shrunken and faded with

英语经典文章选读（2）

age, stood between me and a new life.“Of course, I’m not a model,” I replied with a small amount of indignation.The plastic surgeon crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me appraisingly.“Then why are you concerned about his scar? If there is no professional reason to have it removed, what brought you here today?”

Suddenly he represented all the men I’d ever known.The eight boys who turned me down when I invited them to the girls-ask-boys dance.The sporadic dates I’d had in college.The parade of men who had ignored me since then.The man whose ring I wore on my left hand.My hand rose to my face.The scar confirmed it;I was ugly.The room swam before me as my eyes filled with tears.The doctor pulled a rolling stool up next to me and sat down.His knees almost touched mine.His voice was low and soft.“Let me tell you what I see.I see a beautiful woman.Not a perfect woman, but a beautiful woman.Lauren Hutton has a gap between her front teeth.Elizabeth Taylor has a tiny, tiny scar on her forehead,” he almost whispered.Then he paused and handed me a mirror.“I think to myself how every remarkable woman has an imperfection, and I believe that imperfection makes her beauty more remarkable because it assures us she is human.”

He pushed back the stool and stood up.“I won’t touch it.Don’t let anyone fool with your face.You are delightful just the way you are.Beauty really does come from within a woman.Believe me.It is my business to know.”

Then he left.I turned to the face in the mirror.He was right.Somehow over the years, that ugly child had become a beautiful woman.Since that day in his office, as a woman who makes her living speaking before hundreds of people, I have been told may times by people of both sexes that I am beautiful.And, I know I am.When I changed how I saw myself, others were forced to change how they saw me.The doctor didn’t remove the scar on my face;he removed the scar on my heart.

第四篇：经典文章选读推荐目录

《毛泽东思想和中国特色社会主义理论体系》课程

经典文章推荐目录

一、马克思：共产党宣言

二、毛泽东：

1、反对本本主义（《毛泽东选集》第1卷）

2、实践论（《毛泽东选集》第1卷）

3、矛盾论（《毛泽东选集》第1卷）

4、改造我们的学习（《毛泽东选集》第3卷）

5、新民主主义论（《毛泽东选集》第2卷）

6、论联合政府（《毛泽东选集》第3卷）

7、论人民民主专政（《毛泽东选集》第4卷）

8、在中国共产党七届二中全会上的报告（《毛泽东选集》第4卷）

9、论十大关系（《毛泽东选集》第5卷）

10、关于正确处理人民内部矛盾（《毛泽东选集》第5卷）

三、邓小平：

1、解放思想，实事求是，团结一致向前看（《邓小平文选》第2卷）

2、在武昌、深圳、珠海、上海等地的谈话要点（《邓小平文选》第3卷）

3、建设有中国特色社会主义（《邓小平文选》第3卷）

4、科学技术是第一生产力（《邓小平文选》第3卷）

5、坚持四项基本原则（《邓小平文选》第2卷）

6、一切从社会主义的实际出发（《邓小平文选》第3卷）

7、改革是中国的第二次革命（《邓小平文选》第2卷）

8、党和国家领导制度的改革（《邓小平文选》第2卷）

9、一个国家两种制度（《邓小平文选》第3卷）

10、和平与发展是世界的两大主题（《邓小平文选》第3卷）

11、精简机构是一场革命（《邓小平文选》第2卷）

12、社会主义必须摆脱贫穷（《邓小平文选》第3卷）

13、改革是中国发展生产力的必由之路（《邓小平文选》第2卷）

四、江泽民：

1、不断根据实践的要求进行创新（《江泽民文选》第3卷）

2、高举邓小平理论伟大旗帜，把建设中国特色社会主义事业全面推向二十一世纪（《江泽民文选》第2卷）

3、正确处理社会主义现代化建设中的若干重大关系（《江泽民文选》第1卷）

4、为促进祖国统一大业的完成而继续发奋斗（《江泽民文选》第1卷）

5、全面建设小康社会，开创中国特色社会主义事业新局面（《江泽民文选》第3卷）

五、胡锦涛：

1、努力建设持久和平、共同繁荣的和谐世界（2005年在联合国成立60周年会议讲话）

2、高举中国特色社会主义伟大旗帜 为夺取全面建设小康社会新胜利而奋斗（在中国共产党第十七次全国代表大会上的报告2007年10月15日）

3、在纪念党的十一届三中全会30周年大会上讲话（2008年12月）

4、在庆祝中国共产党成立９０周年大会上的讲话（2011年7月1日）

第五篇：精美文章选读

精美文章选读：

一百美元

⑴暑假终于到了，约翰迫不及待地往家乡赶，他要去看望奶奶。

⑵奶奶是德国人，爷爷是美国人，他们在一起幸福地生活了大半辈子。奶奶不懂英语，只会说德语，除了爷爷和家人，她不愿意和别人交流。更糟糕的是，她患有白内障，视力非常差。去年，爷爷去世了，奶奶不愿意离开他们生活过的地方。约翰和父母都放心不下奶奶，他们不知道，孤单的奶奶将来该如何生活。给爷爷办完丧事，约翰父母临走时给奶奶留下一个可以异地存款的存折和100美元现金。

⑶看到孙子，奶奶非常高兴，她挎上篮子说：“我去买你最爱吃的鳕鱼。”然后她去了窗台，约翰看到窗台上放了一大把钱，有零有整，奶奶把钱全部拿在手里就出去了。

⑷“钱怎么能放在窗台上呢？只要窗子一开，路人随手就能拿走。”约翰想。等奶奶回来，他就让奶奶把钱放到电视柜上。奶奶说：“没必要，我这一年还从没丢过钱呢。”但她还是采纳了孙子的建议。

⑸第二天，奶奶买了东西回来，还是顺手把钱丢在了窗台上，约翰再次帮她收拾好了。

⑹第三天，奶奶依然如故。约翰知道这是习惯使然，他再次拿起奶奶买东西找回来的钱放到了电视柜上，顺便把那些钱整理了一下。在整理的时候，他发现了一个奇怪的现象：奶奶的钱增加了！他记得第一次整理的时候是368美元，可现在3天过去了，奶奶买了不少东西，钱数却变成了405美元。

⑺难道奶奶口袋里还有钱？可他明明看到，奶奶每次出门前都是从窗台或电视柜上把钱全部拿走，回来后再全部丢在窗台上，她身上应该不会有钱，增加的钱从哪儿来的呢？

⑻晚上，约翰接到了爸爸的电话。爸爸说，他几天前查了一下奶奶的帐户，发现奶奶从没取过他们存的钱。奶奶手里只有他们走时留下的100美元现金，这一年来她是怎么生活的呢？约翰知道，小镇上的生活标准每月最低也得1000多美元，就算奶奶再节约，也不可能100美元用一年啊！

⑼约翰把爸爸的疑问说了一遍，奶奶茫然地看着那沓钱说：“我也不知道是怎么回事，我不会从银行取钱，我也不认识美元，我不知道那是多少。”

⑽奶奶不懂英语，不认识美元，约翰是知道的。他不明白的是，奶奶是怎么用钱买东西的。奶奶说：“我每次买东西的时候总是把手里的钱全部给卖东西的人，让他们自己拿钱和找钱，我想别人是不会坑我这个老太太的。”哪有这样买东西的？约翰感到很可笑。他决定跟踪奶奶一次，看她究竟是怎么买东西的。

⑾第二天，约翰悄悄地跟在奶奶后面。果然，奶奶买水果时，一下子把钱全拿出来，让卖水果的人自己拿钱。约翰发现卖水果的人从奶奶手里拿了一张10美元的钞票，却放回了两张5美元的，他等于没收奶奶的钱！接下来，他看到的情况都差不多，有不收奶奶钱的，还有多找奶奶钱的……

⑿约翰的眼睛湿润了。他明白了，这都是小镇上的人们在帮助无依无靠的奶奶！

⒀约翰找到了镇长，感谢小镇人一年来对奶奶无声的照顾。镇长说：“以前都是你爷爷跟别人打交道，他去世后，你奶奶开始进入社会生活中。刚开始小镇的人还感到这个老太太真是奇怪，后来才知道她根本不认识钱。没人愿意欺骗一个不认识钱且完全信任别人的人，于是就出现了这种现象。其实，不是我们在帮她，而是她在帮我们。小镇上原来也有坑蒙拐骗现象，自从碰到对人没有丝毫防备的约翰太太后，这种现象就没有了。我们应该感谢你奶奶才对啊！”

角落里的阳光 威廉〃斯托

①1980年7月1日，我驱车前往我的超市召开员工会议。结束时已是下午两点，我惊讶地发现是个黑黑的男孩正用一块灰色抹布帮我擦车。汗水浸透了他灰白的牛仔裤，他穿一双破旧的布鞋，看得出是贫民窟的孩子。

②我轻轻地拍了一下他的肩膀，他“啊”了一声转过来，一张黝黑成熟的脸，惊恐不已地看着我。我笑着向他伸出手说：“嗨，你好！我叫汤姆〃特尔斯。”他迟疑了一会儿慢慢地伸出手：“您好，汤姆先生！我叫比尔〃莱特。”我从口袋里抽出一百美元给他，可他慌忙摇头，轻轻地说：“我在广场上等您四个小时，不是为了这个。”我越发诧异了，因为小家伙告诉我他喜欢我的“保时捷”。“您能把我送到家吗？就三英里不到的路程。”这个狡猾的比尔，他是想在同伴和家人面前炫耀吧? ③十五分钟后，我把车停在了一栋破旧的楼房前。他跳下车，一边跑一边对我说：“请您务必等五分钟！”不一会儿比尔就出来了，他的神态和步伐就像这辆豪华的轿车是他的一样骄傲神气。我看到，他的背上背了一个小女孩，女孩的手臂和腿都可怕地萎缩了。比尔把小女孩放在车座上后告诉我：“其实她是我的姐姐，今年十七岁，患了小儿麻痹症。”然后我听见比尔对他姐姐说：“记得上次我跟你提起的那种车吗？瞧，就是这种。弟弟有钱了一定买给你。”比尔双手叉腰，眼睛闪闪发光。原来他为我擦车，在太阳下等我四个小时又要我送他回家的目的，就是让他姐姐亲眼见识一下他将来要送给她的礼物的样子。我被他那种相信能够给予别人而且因能付出而满足的样子深深地感染了!④后来我又去了比尔的家，他的家比我想象的更为糟糕。比尔的母亲做清洁工，姐弟俩和母亲相依为命。比尔除了照顾姐姐外，每天还要去老人院做五小时的护理工作，他刚刚十六岁。

⑤离开时我再次把一百美元放在比尔残疾的姐姐手上，可比尔还是硬塞给了我：“我们自己行。”我给超市的人事经理打电话，告诉他明天将有个很棒的小伙子到理货部报到。这次比尔没有拒绝，我比他自己更清楚他能胜任这项工作，况且它会给他带来比原来工作高三倍的报酬。

⑥等我三个月后再去超市时，差不多每个员工都向我提起比尔。理货部说他能吃苦耐劳，活儿也干得漂亮；服装部则称赞比尔理的货比任何人都整齐而有条理；甚至连化妆部都说比尔永远有一张自信乐观的脸庞。

⑦比尔说，他一看见我的车就觉得离梦想近了一步。这真的是一个与众不同的员工：即使他在最阴暗的角落走路，人们也会发现他身上温暖、灿烂的阳光。

⑧他会成功的，是的，我深信。

泥泞中，要把母亲的头巾举起

⑴一直到我五岁，母亲才肯相信当初医生所说的话——我永远不能说话了！

⑵母亲没有任何表情地接受了这个事实。她觉得我除了不能说话之外，并没有其他任何缺陷。八岁那年，母亲听村里的人说，“冲喜”也许能让我说话，正好又凑上“八”这个吉利数，就打算办回酒席。为这事，本来生活就很艰苦的家里爆发了一场大战。最后，母亲和父亲把财产分割了，两头猪，一人一头。母亲二话没说，叫人宰了那头养了将近一年半的大肥猪，摆了几十桌，请了很多人。看到人们碗里满满的都是肉，我心里忽然有些疼痛。我知道，那是母亲每天起早贪黑劳作的结果啊！那天，我使尽了全身力气，也没有叫出“妈妈”两个字。

⑶日子依旧平静地过着，我还是不能说话。但不知道为什么，母亲一直不愿把我带到田野里去。直到有一天，我再三“央求”，母亲才带我来到田野。

⑷田野一望无际，远处是一些树，近处是瓜地。瓜地里，那些繁密青绿的叶子组成一面面高大而严实的墙壁，阻挡了外面的世界。田埂上，一些不知名的小草繁茂地生长着，里面还星星点点地夹着开黄花的蒲公英。这场景真的叫人很爽快。

⑸母亲把我安置在一块宽宽的田埂上，又把头上那块血红的头巾摘下放到我手里，然后告诉我，待会儿要是听到她叫我，就举起头巾。这时，我才明白母亲不带我来田野是怕我走失。

⑹微凉的风中，母亲朝着深深的田野里走去，每隔一会儿，母亲就要大声地呼喊我几次，我马上就把那块头巾举起来。母亲站在阳光下努力搜寻，直到看见那块血红的头巾在汹涌的绿色中．．摇荡，她才迅速地弯下腰，继续劳作。

⑺后来，我看到远处的水塘，想起村里小孩儿手里提着大鱼的情形，顿时心动不已。于是，我翻下田埂，朝着河塘走去。

⑻我蹲在河塘边，呆呆地看着手指般大小的鱼儿游来游去，多可爱啊！我学着记忆中那些小孩儿的动作，用双手去捧，结果一无所获。我有些无奈，又有些恼怒，心想，一定要找一个宽大的、能漏水的东西来。

⑼我揉捏着母亲的头巾，有些紧张，可一想，这么好的天气，反正是可以晾干的，就双手撑开头巾向水中放去。看着那些鱼儿在头巾里跳动，我的心里乐开了花，我暗自感谢这头巾，嘴角不自觉地浮现出笑意。

⑽正当我开心到忘乎所以的时候，母亲的呼喊声又传来了。我不敢将沾满污泥的头巾举起来，心想，母亲呼喊几声后，应该就不会管我了吧。于是，我屏住呼吸，静静地耗着。哪知道，那几声呼喊一过，母亲见我仍没把头巾举起来，就立即停止劳作，奔上田埂，呼喊声也逐渐变得焦急而凄厉，一声接着一声

⑾我心里万分紧张，不知所措。我很想告诉母亲我在这里，不用担心，可我叫不出来。我想要把头巾举起来，可又怕母亲会责罚我。

⑿母亲的呼喊声在寂静的田野里越发悲切了，明显地转向哭腔！我再也忍不住，猛地抓起头巾，一股脑儿地把小鱼倒进水里，拼命摇动那血红的头巾，同时“啊啊’’地大声叫着，我只想让母亲知道我在这里一切都好，只想让她听见后回去继续安心劳作。

⒀没想到脚步声、藤草和人的刮碰声响了起来，急促而杂乱，母亲几乎是疯狂地朝着我的方向飞奔而来。

⒁突然，“扑通”一声重重的闷响！

⒂我猛地站起身来，迅速拨开草丛：跌倒在泥泞中的母亲，正吃力地向上爬着，暴露在外的双手和胳膊被划出一条条血痕，混合着汗水的头发凌乱地贴在脸上，母亲就这么真实地呈现在我眼前！

⒃我激动万分，紧紧抱住母亲“啊啊”地大哭起来。母亲一边用沾满泥土的双手替我擦着泪水，一边安慰着我。

⒄从那以后，我终于知道，生命里不管遇到何等诱惑与伤痛，都要在母亲的第一声呼喊后，迅速地举起那块血红的头巾。因为，这能让母亲少走些泥泞的路；因为，这是对母爱最简单的回应。