英语的美文摘抄（通用12篇）

　　在日常生活或是工作学习中，大家都看过一些经典的美文吧？随着网络文化的发展，美文的概念已经不限定于某种文体，或某类内容。那么，你知道一篇好的美文要怎么写吗？下面是小编为大家整理的英语的美文摘抄，希望对大家有所帮助。

英语的美文摘抄（通用12篇）

　　英语的美文摘抄 1

　　Every April I am beset by the same concern-that spring might not occur this year. The landscape looks forsaken, with hills, sky and forest forming a single gray meld, like the wash an artist paints on a canvas before the masterwork. My spirits ebb, as they did during an April snowfall when I first came to Maine 15 years ago. "Just wait," a neithbor counseled. "Youll wake up one morning and spring will just be here."

　　Andlo, on May 3 that year I awoke to a green so startling as to be almost electric, as if spring were simply a matter of flipping a switch. Hills, sky and forest revealed their purples, blues and green. Leaves had unfurled , goldfinches had arrived at the feeder and daffodils were fighting their way heavenward.

　　Then there was the old apple tree. It sits on an undeveloped lot in my neighborhood. It belongs to no one and therefore to everyone. The trees dark twisted branches sprawl in unpruned abandon. Each spring it blossoms so profusely that the air becomes saturated with the aroma of apple. When I drive by with my windows rolled down, it gives me the feeling of moving in another element, like a kid on a water slide.

　　Until last year, I thought I was the only one aware of this tree. And then one day, in a fit of spring madness, I set out with pruner and lopper to remove a few errant branches. No sooner had I arrived under its boughs than neighbors opened their windows and stepped onto their porches. These were people I barely knew and seldom spoke to, but it was as if I had come unbidden into their personal gardens.

　　My mobile-home neighbor was the first to speak."Youre not cutting it down, are you?" Another neighbor winced as I lopped off a branch. "Dont kill it, now," he cautioned. Soon half the neighborhood had joined me under the apple arbor. It struck me that I had lived there for five years and only now was learning these peoples names, what they did for a living and how they passed the winter. It was as if the old apple tree gathering us under its boughs for the dual purpose of acquaintanceship and shared wonder. I couldnt help recalling Robert Frosts* words:

　　The trees that have it in their pent-up buds

　　To darken nature and be summer woods

　　One thaw led to another. Just the other day I saw one of my neighbors at the local store. He remarked how this recent winter had been especially long and lamented not having seen or spoken at length to anyone in our neighborhood. And then, recouping his thoughts, he looked at me and said, "We need to prune that apple tree again."

　　英语的美文摘抄 2

　　How often do you hear people say“I will be happy when…”sucha s“When I get that thing，I will be happy .”“I will be happy when I pass the exam”and“I would be happy if I had more money”.I have heard these things before and I am sure that I will hear the magain.

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　　We need to be w yourself to choose l few asperfect，would you behappy?Life is perfect because we create it withour

　　e we can create life，we can create happiness and choose how much better our lives can get!

　　Only when we can accept that life is perfect as it is，and that our lives are the sum total of everything that has happened up to this moment，can we accept the joy and the happiness we deserve.

　　英语的美文摘抄 3

　　The summer before fifth grade, my world was turned upside down when my family moved from the country town where I was born and raised to a town near the beach. When school began, I found it difficult to be accepted by the kids in my class who seemed a little more sophisticated, and who had been in the same class together since first grade.

　　I also found this Catholic school different from the public school I had attended. At my old school, it was acceptable to express yourself to the teacher. Here, it was considered outrageous to even suggest a change be made in the way things were done.

　　My mom taught me that if I wanted something in life, I had to speak up or figure out a way to make it happen. No one was going to do it for me. It was up to me to control my destiny.

　　I quickly learned that my classmates were totally intimidated by the strict Irish nuns who ran the school. My schoolmates were so afraid of the nuns wrath that they rarely spoke up for themselves or suggested a change. Not only were the nuns intimidating, they also had some strange habits. The previous year, my classmates had been taught by a nun named Sister Rose. This year, she came to our class to teach music several times a week. During their year with her, she had earned the nickname Pick-Her-Nose-Rose. My classmates swore that during silent reading, shed prop her book up so that she could have herself a booger-picking session without her students noticing. The worst of it, they told me, was that after reading was over, shed stroll through the classroom and select a victim whose hair would be the recipient of one of her prize boogers. Shed pretend to be praising one of her students by rubbing her long, bony fingers through their hair! Well, to say the least, I did not look forward to her sort of praise.

　　One day during music, I announced to Sister Rose that the key of the song we were learning was too high for our voices. Every kid in the class turned toward me with wide eyes and looks of total disbelief. I had spoken my opinion to a teacher - one of the Irish nuns!

　　That was the day I gained acceptance with the class. Whenever they wanted something changed, theyd beg me to stick up for them. I was willing to take the punishment for the possibility of making a situation better and of course to avoid any special attention from Pick-Her-Nose-Rose. But I also knew that I was being used by my classmates who just couldnt find their voices and stick up for themselves.

　　That same day, while responding to a fire drill, the new president and I were excitedly discussing our victory when, suddenly, Mrs. Haggard appeared before us with her hands on her hips. The words that came out of her mouth left me surprised and confused. "Youre impeached!" she shouted at the two of us. My first reaction was to burst out laughing because I had no idea what the word "impeached" meant. When she explained that we were out of office for talking during a fire drill, I was devastated.

　　Our class held elections again at the beginning of the second semester. This time, I was elected president, which I took as a personal victory. I was more determined than ever to represent the rights of my oppressed classmates.

　　My big opportunity came in late spring. One day, the kids from the other eighth grade class were arriving at school in "free dress," wearing their coolest new outfits, while our class arrived in our usual uniforms：the girls in their pleated wool skirts and the boys in their salt and pepper pants. "How in the world did this happen?" we all wanted to know. One of the eighth graders from the other class explained that their teacher got permission from our principal, Sister Anna, as a special treat for her students. We were so upset that we made a pact to go in and let our teacher know that we felt totally ripped off. We agreed that when she inevitably gave us what had become known to us as her famous line, "If you dont like it, you can leave," wed finally do it. Wed walk out together.

　　Once in the classroom, I raised my hand and stood up to speak to our teacher. About eight others rose to show their support. I explained how betrayed we felt as the seniors of the school to find the other eighth graders in free dress while we had to spend the day in our dorky uniforms. We wanted to know why she hadnt spoken on our behalf and made sure that we werent left out of this privilege.

　　英语的美文摘抄 4

　　Ah, beautiful Paris. For centuries this city has attracted the admiration of the world. The allure and charm of Paris captivate all who visit there.

　　Where can you discover the charm of Paris for yourseIf. Is it in the legacy of all the French rulers who worked to beautify their beloved city? Is it in the famous castles, palaces, statues and monuments? Can you it in the world-class museums, such as the Louvre? Perhaps Paris allure lies in the zest and style of the Parisians.

　　When you visit Paris, you dont have to spend all of your time visiting museums and monuments. They are certainly worthy of your time, but ignore them for a day. First take some time to look around and experience life in Paris. Youll find it charming.

　　Take a stroll along the Seine River. Browse through the art vendors colorful paintings. Peek through delicate iron gates at the well kept gardens. Watch closely for the French attention to detail that has made France synonymous with good taste. You will see it in the design of a doorway or arch and in the little fountains and quaint balconies. No matter where you look,you will find everyday objects transformed into works by art.

　　Spend some time in a quiet park relaxing on an oid bench. Lie on your back on the green grass. When you need refreshment, try coffee and pastries at a sidewalk cafe. Strike up a conversation with a Parisian. This isnt always easy, though. With such a large international population living in Paris, true natives are hard to find these days.

　　As evening comes to Paris, enchantment rises with the mist over the riverfront. You may hear music from an outdoor concert nearby classical, jazz, opera or chansons, those French folk songs. Parisians love their music. The starry sky is their auditorium. You can also hear concerts in the chateaux and cathedrals. In Paris the Music never ends.

　　Dont miss the highlight of Paris evening: eating out. Parisians are proud of their cuisine. And rightly so; its world famous. Gourmet dining is one of the indispensable joys ofliving. You need a special guidebook to help you choose one of the hundreds of excellent restaurants. The capital of France boasts every regional specialty, cheese and wine the country has to offer. If you dont know what to order, ask for the suggested menu. The chef likes to showcase his best dishes there. Remember, you havent tasted the true flavor ofF

　　英语的美文摘抄 5

　　Whose shallow summer has rendered fleeting time？

　　Out of the window, osmanthus fragrant floating, Indus sparse swaying, autumn dew fall on like summer flowers, everything seems so suiran. Time flies, the vicissitudes of time, time is like a fleeting show from the fingertips rushing stream, leaving only a hasty and dazed. In the noisy world, alone in a cabin, even if there are too many around the complex, as long as in the heart of the species, harvest will be a cool and quiet. Total love alone by the window and looked out of the window of the scene, still a laurel tree flowers, tree leaves and yellow litter, everywhere is falling petals and leaves, with the wind dance, the street is still a pedestrian, occasionally, the distant hills, still towering and magnificent, watching the sky cirrus clouds changing all the time, the concept of leisure Shu, in front of the flower leaves. Back the tide of thoughts, turned around, picked up the cup, a cup of tea, the heart of the complex grounding; affectionate memories of a past, picking up the missing time; holding a book, read a paragraph of text, buried in the depths of time and read the tender.

　　Fleeting words, years of sorrow. How many moods had hidden in the time of reflection, many frivolous dream buried in the depths of the time. Pick up a simple heart, light on life angle, at the time of the wind gently blowing from the side, so ruthless, took away most of the time, the vicissitudes of life of youth, but those of the past experience and the struggle over the past, those time disseminated feelings, those years we dream the hard work of the warm blooded youth, always in the memories of the years, bright, the fragrance of life.

　　Smell the flowers and listen to the breeze. Countless heart melancholy, like the flying summer grass fireflies, twinkling faint light, at the time of the wind into a tree, swaying flowers, fragrant flower sweet, beautiful as Yibao bud, in the silence of the night blooming dream. In the star like dot the night, who has worked with stars on the language; in full of flower season, who has worked with the tree with flowers and dancing, drinking poetry, happy life, “drinking trees, poems since two” is the most beautiful realm of interpretation; in each period of life, light language “when the wine song, life geometry”, toast and heart shallowly.

　　The depths of time, waiting time; shallow summer not sorrow, when Ann? Open the dusty book page, see the graceful words, reading a beautiful words, stroking the pages of the vicissitudes of the silhouette, taste not fleeting evanescent pain in life, thought and thought, who is in the dappled corner, around the time of sorrow, etc. under the light of the arrival of the summer; who is in his moment of the review, the once beautiful. Time through who fingertips, leaving a faint sadness; who left write poem, the interpretation of the different kind of life. A fleeting dream song by watching the sky bright fireworks bloom full moon, fall into a blue arc, whirling in the eyes; the concept of a tree in the garden of flowers, finally only flowers abortion. With flowers, still intoxicating heart, leaving a sad vicissitudes whose silhouette. In the day time, frost lament, skim not overflowing warmth, cold fingertips, catch fine time, back to shore, never found that when such a long time, miss a mottled in North Desert Ziwei flowers, but wasted the life of spring and summer.

　　Memories such as fireworks moment, although the outcome of beautiful but full of glory, fall wind kite send who the first time, the sky, who lingers on the back, to see the fleeting time passing, the past is always so beautiful. When passing, can like flies, light time, until suddenly, there were little memories, time is given to Qingyuans beautiful, melancholy tone, is far not touch of sadness, such as cloud solitary, only looking at the horizon distance.

　　A rendering of the fleeting, shallow summer, with a sad.

　　Ask, whose shallow summer has rendered fleeting time?

　　英语的美文摘抄 6

　　Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

　　But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull in the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering—waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

　　“When we reach the station, that will be it!” We cry. “When Im 18.” “When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz!” “When I put the last kid through college.” “When I have paid off the mortgage!” “When I get a promotion.” “When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!”

　　Sooner or later, we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.

　　“Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118：24：“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” It isnt the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.

　　So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.

　　英语的美文摘抄 7

　　Above all, a creek offers the mind a chance to penetrate the alien universe of water, of tadpoles and trout. What drifts in creek water is the possibility of other worlds inside and above our own. Poet Robert Frost wrote: "It flows between us, over us, and with us. And it is time, strength, tone, light, life, and love. .

　　Creeks lead one on, like perfume on the wind. A creek is something that disappears around a bend, into the ground, into the next dimension. To follow a creek is to seek new acquaintance with life.

　　I still find myself following creeks. In high mountain meadows Ill trace their course into the limegreen grass and deep glacial duff, marveling at the sparkle of quartz and mica. The pursuit liquefies my citified haste and lifts weight from my shoulders. Once, in the California desert, as hummingbirds darted from cactus blossoms, I heard the babble of rushing water. My ears led me over dusty hillsides and sown scabrous ravines to an unexpected ribbon of clear, cold water, leaping from rock to rock, filling little pools. The discovery seemed Biblical. It filled me with joy.

　　by Peter Steinhart

　　英语的美文摘抄 8

　　Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a . .

　　new nation in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, ca n long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

　　But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate-we cannot consecrate-we cannot hallow-this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, heave consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us-that form these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. (268 words) By Abraham Lincoln 9. A Little Girl .

　　Sitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl. With her head bent back she was gazing up at the sky and singing, while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her glossy hair, gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was shi in watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation and went towards her. Over her head, high up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzy could was singing, as if in rivalry. . .

　　As I slowly approached the child, I could see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl, and especially by her complexion, that she uncommonly lovely.

　　英语的美文摘抄 9

　　Stars on a Snowy Night

　　The thermometer had dropped to 18 degrees below zero, but still chose to sleep in the porch as usual. In the evening, the most familiar sight to me would be stars in the sky. Though they were a mere sprinkle of twinkling dots, yet I had become so accustomed to them that their occasional absence would bring me loneliness and ennui.

　　It had been snowing all night, not a single star in sight. My roommate and I, each wrapped in a quilt, were seated far apart in a different corner of the porch, facing each other and chatting away.

　　She exclaimed pointing to something afar, “Look, Venus in rising!” I looked up and saw nothing but a lamp round the bend in a mountain path. I beamed and said pointing to a tiny lamplight on the opposite mountain, “It’s Jupiter over there!”

　　More and more lights came into sight as we kept pointing here and there. Lights from hurricane lamps flickering about in the pine forest created the scene of a star-studded sky. With the distinction between sky and forest obscured by snowflakes, the numerous lamp-lights now easily passed for as many stars.

　　Completely lost in a make-believe world, I seemed to see all the lamplights drifting from the ground. With the illusory stars hanging still overhead, I was spared the effort of tracing their positions when I woke up from my dreams in the dead of night.

　　Thus I found consolation even on a lonely snowy night !

　　英语的美文摘抄 10

　　National Teacher Day is always the Tuesday of the first full week of May. And it is always for our students to give our special thanks to our lovely teacher.

　　I still remember last year when I was feeling lost,down and out,I had no idea about my life,my love,my study even doubt why I was here in the world.So then came so much wine and smoke,I was tired,physical and mental.I even wanted to end my life just jumping from the top of our building.

　　Then my teacher came to me, she said she knew what I was afraid of, she also told me thats very common like many young people of my age. She told me to call her anytime I need her help.I did so ,we often chat miracle and made some phone call.I just cant remember when come the mirical.I have found myself now!!!

　　Another teachers day,to all the teachers,to our parents.

　　英语的美文摘抄 11

　　Lets prevent H1N1 from happening to usDuring the last few months,H1N1 ful has set off across the whole world.If we have the right way to prevent it ,it wont scare.Here are some suggestions for you:First of all,you should cover your mouth with a napkin whtn you cough re sneeze,Next youd better stay away from the public place if possible, if you have to,please wear a mask.Wash your hands carefully before meals and always keep your windows open so that the air will be fresh.At last,try to do more excisice to make your body strong so that you can stay in health.I think this is the most important.

　　H1N1 influenza, since the claws reached into the earth and stuck it into our world caused great sensation. From Moscow, the United States, Japan, ... ... to China, have spared, showing the speed of its spread. While we use some of the medical technology we have can be prevented, you can cure, but it is still scary. The most laughable thing is that some people thus do not eat pork. However, these are not the focus of my concern, I am concerned, I am sad is:

　　When we state the first to be infected were found, one who returned from abroad Sichuanese, I heard mostly blame everyone, it makes me sad exception. Had returned from abroad is a good thing, is between the happy event. But because even not aware of being infected was a complete mess of things hands and become pieces of sad things. At first, I think we should sorry for him, should go to help him. However, many people said: "In the U.S., do not come back Well!" "We also are engaged in a state of panic." ... ...

　　So I write this, would like to call everyone together for their fuel.

　　Unfortunately, they are infected, and now has been isolated, they can not see their loved ones, they have lost freedom, they are very painful, very unwilling. So let us give them the courage to give them strength! Let us wish them a speedy recovery!

　　英语的美文摘抄 12

　　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 tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. 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 deserting our ideals.

　　Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.

　　Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being‘s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of 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 men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

　　When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.

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