3000字英文散文稿范文(必备32篇)

3000字英文散文稿范文(必备32篇)

3000字英文散文稿范文 第1篇

My grandfather died when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with us for about six months every year. She lived in a room that doubled as my father‘s office, which we referred to as ^v^the back room.^v^ She carried with her a powerful aroma. I don‘t know what kind of perfume she used, but it was the double-barreled, ninety-proof, knockdown, render-the-victim-unconscious, moose-killing variety. She kept it in a huge atomizer and applied it frequently and liberally. It was almost impossible to go into her room and remain breathing for any length of time. When she would leave the house to go spend six months with my Aunt Lillian, my mother and sisters would throw open all the windows, strip the bed, and take out the curtains and rugs. Then they would spend several days washing and airing things out, trying frantically to make the pungent odor go away.

This, then, was my grandmother at the time of the infamous pea incident.

It took place at the Biltmore Hotel, which, to my eight-year-old mind, was just about the fancies place to eat in all of Providence. My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a salisbury steak, confident in the knowledge that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy. When brought to the table, it was accompanied by a plate of peas.

I do not like peas now. I did not like peas then. I have always hated peas. It is a complete mystery to me why anyone would voluntarily eat peas. I did not eat them at home. I did not eat them at restaurants. And I certainly was not about to eat them now.

^v^Eat your peas,^v^ my grandmother said.

^v^Mother,^v^ said my mother in her warning voice. ^v^He doesn‘t like peas. Leave him alone.^v^

“My grandmother did not reply, but there was a glint in her eye and a grim set to her jaw that signaled she was not going to be 14)thwarted. She leaned in my direction, looked me in the eye, and uttered the fateful words that changed my life: ^v^I‘ll pay you five dollars if you eat those peas.^v^

I had absolutely no idea of the impending doom. I only knew that five dollars was an enormous, nearly unimaginable amount of money, and as awful as peas were, only one plate of them stood between me and the possession of that five dollars. I began to force the wretched things down my throat.

My mother was livid. My grandmother had that self-satisfied look of someone who has thrown down an unbeatable trump card. ^v^I can do what I want, Ellen, and you can‘t stop me.^v^ My mother glared at her mother. She glared at me. No one can glare like my mother. If there were a glaring Olympics, she would undoubtedly win the gold medal.

I, of course, kept shoving peas down my throat. The glares made me nervous, and every single pea made me want to throw up, but the magical image of that five dollars floated before me, and I finally gagged down every last one of them. My grandmother handed me the five dollars with a flourish. My mother continued to glare in silence. And the episode ended. Or so I thought.

My grandmother left for Aunt Lillian‘s a few weeks later. That night, at dinner, my mother served two of my all-time favorite foods, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Along with them came a big, steaming bowl of peas. She offered me some peas, and I, in the very last moments of my innocent youth, declined. My mother fixed me with a cold eye as she heaped a huge pile of peas onto my plate. Then came the words that were to haunt me for years.

^v^You ate them for money,^v^ she said. ^v^You can eat them for love.^v^

Oh, despair! Oh, devastation! Now, too late, came the dawning realization that I had unwittingly damned myself to a hell from which there was no escape.

^v^You ate them for money. You can eat them for love.^v^

What possible argument could I muster against that? There was none. Did I eat the peas? You bet I did. I ate them that day and every other time they were served thereafter. The five dollars were quickly spent. My grandmother passed away a few years later. But the legacy of the peas lived on, as it lives on to this day. If I so much as curl my lip when they are served (because, after all, I still hate the horrid little things), my mother repeats the dreaded words one more time: ^v^You ate them for money,^v^ she says. ^v^You can eat them for love.^v^

3000字英文散文稿范文 第2篇

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, ^v^Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.^v^

3000字英文散文稿范文 第3篇

Favorite Spring Festival is the most important festival in China .It’s to celebrate the lunar calendar ‘s new year .In the evening before the Spring Festival ,families get together and have a big meal .In many places people like to set off firecrackers .Dumplings are the most traditional food .Children like the festival very much ,because they can have delicious food and wear new clothes .They can also get some money from their parents. This money is given to children for good luck . People put New Year scrolls on the wall for good fortune .

The Spring Festival lasts about 15 days long .People visit relatives and friends with the words “Have all your wishes ”. People enjoy the Spring Festival ,during this time they can have a good rest .

3000字英文散文稿范文 第4篇

The first memory I have of him — of anything, really — is his strength. It was in the late afternoon in a house under construction near ours. The unfinished wood floor had large, terrifying holes whose yawning[张大嘴] darkness I knew led to nowhere good. His powerful hands, then age 33, wrapped all the way around my tiny arms, then age 4, and easily swung[摇摆] me up to his shoulders to command all I surveyed.

我对他——实际上是对所有事的最初记忆，就是他的力量。那是一个下午的晚些时候，在一所靠近我家的正在修建的房子里，尚未完工的木地板上有一个个巨大可怕的洞，那些张着大口的黑洞在我看来是通向不祥之处的。时年33岁的爸爸用那强壮有力的双手一把握住我的小胳膊，当时我才4岁，然后轻而易举地把我甩上他的肩头，让我把一切都尽收眼底。

The relationship between a son and his father changes over time. It may grow and flourish[繁茂] in mutual maturity[成熟]. It may sour in resented dependence or independence. With many children living in single-parent homes today, it may not even exist.

父子间的关系是随着岁月的流逝而变化的，它会在彼此成熟的过程中成长兴盛，也会在令人不快的依赖或独立的关系中产生不和。而今许多孩子生活在单亲家庭中，这种关系可能根本不存在。

But to a little boy right after World War II ,a father seemed a god with strange strengths and uncanny[离奇的] powers enabling him to do and know things that no mortal could do or know. Amazing things, like putting a bicycle chain back on, just like that. Or building a hamster[仓鼠] guiding a jigsaw[拼板玩具] so it forms the letter F;I learned the alphabet[字母表] that way in those pre-television days.

然而，对于一个生活在二战刚刚结束时期的小男孩来说，父亲就像神，他拥有神奇的力量和神秘的能力，他无所不能，无所不知。那些奇妙的事儿有上自行车链条，或是建一个仓鼠笼子，或是教我玩拼图玩具，拼出个字母“F”来。在那个电视机还未诞生的年代，我便是通过这种方法学会了字母表的。

There were, of course, rules to learn. First came the handshake. None of those fishy[冷冰冰的] little finger grips, but a good firm squeeze accompanied by an equally strong gaze into the other\'s eyes. “ The first thing anyone knows about you is your handshake,” he would say. And we\'d practice it each night on his return from work, the serious toddler in the battered[用旧了的] Cleveland Indian\'s cap running up to the giant father to shake hands again and again until it was firm enough.

当然，还得学些做人的道理。首先是握手。这可不是指那种冷冰冰的手指相握，而是一种非常坚定有力的紧握，同时同样坚定有力地注视对方的眼睛。老爸常说： “人们认识你首先是通过同你握手。”每晚他下班回家时，我们便练习握手。年幼的我，戴着顶破克利夫兰印第安帽，一本正经地跌跌撞撞地跑向巨人般的父亲，开始我们的握手。一次又一次，直到握得坚定，有力。

As time passed, there were other rules to learn. “Always do your best.”“Do it now.”“Never lie!” And most importantly,“You can do whatever you have to do.” By my teens, he wasn\'t telling me what to do anymore, which was scary[令人害怕的] and heady[使人兴奋的] at the same time. He provided perspective, not telling me what was around the great corner of life but letting me know there was a lot more than just today and the next, which I hadn\'t thought of.

随着时间的流逝，还有许多其他的道理要学。比如：“始终尽力而为”，“从现在做起”，“永不撒谎”，以及最重要的一条：“凡是你必须做的事你都能做到”。当我十几岁时，老爸不再叫我做这做那，这既令人害怕又令人兴奋。他教给我判断事物的方法。他不是告诉我，在人生的重大转折点上将发生些什么，而是让我明白，除了今天和明天，还有很长的路要走，这一点我是从未考虑过的。

One day, I realize now, there was a change. I wasn\'t trying to please him so much as I was trying to impress him. I never asked him to come to my football games. He had a high-pressure career, and it meant driving through most of Friday night. But for all the big games, when I looked over at the sideline, there was that familiar fedora. And by God, did the opposing team captain ever get a firm handshake and a gaze he would remember.

有一天，事情发生了变化，这是我现在才意识到的。我不再那么迫切地想要取悦于老爸，而是迫切地想要给他留下深刻的印象。我从未请他来看我的橄榄球赛。他工作压力很大，这意味着每个礼拜五要拼命干大半夜。但每次大型比赛，当我抬头环视看台时，那顶熟悉的软呢帽总在那儿。并且感谢上帝，对方队长总能得到一次让他铭记于心的握手——坚定而有力，伴以同样坚定的注视。

Then, a school fact contradicted something he said. Impossible that he could be wrong, but there it was in the book. These accumulated over time, along with personal experiences, to buttress my own developing sense of values. And I could tell we had each taken our own, perfectly normal paths.

后来，在学校学到的一个事实否定了老爸说过的\'某些东西。他不可能会错的，可书上却是这样写的。诸如此类的事日积月累，加上我的个人阅历，支持了我逐渐成形的价值观。我可以这么说：我俩开始各走各的阳关道了。

I began to see, too, his blind spots, his prejudices[偏见] and his weaknesses. I never threw these up at him. He hadn\'t to me, and, anyway, he seemed to need protection. I stopped asking his advice; the experiences he drew from no longer seemed relevant to the decisions I had to make.

与此同时，我还开始发现他对某些事的无知，他的偏见，他的弱点。我从未在他面前提起这些，他也从未在我面前说起，而且，不管怎么说，他看起来需要保护了。我不再向他征求意见；他的那些经验也似乎同我要做出的决定不再相干。

He volunteered advice for a while. But then, in more recent years, politics and issues gave way to talk of empty errands and, always, to ailments.

老爸当了一段时间的“自愿顾问”，但后来，特别是近几年里，他谈话中的政治与国家大事让位给了空洞的使命与疾病。

From his bed, he showed me the many sores and scars on his misshapen body and all the bottles for medicine. “ Sometimes,” he confided[倾诉], “ I would just like to lie down and go to sleep and not wake up.”

躺在床上，他给我看他那被岁月扭曲了的躯体上的疤痕，以及他所有的药瓶儿。他倾诉着：“有时我真想躺下睡一觉，永远不再醒来。”

After much thought and practice （“ You can do whatever you have to do.” ）， one night last winter, I sat down by his bed and remembered for an instant those terrifying dark holes in another house 35 years before. I told my fatherhow much I loved him. I described all the things people were doing for him. But, I said, he kept eating poorly, hiding in his room and violating the doctor\'s orders. No amount of love could make someone else care about life, I said; it was a two-way street. He wasn\'t doing his best. The decision was his.

通过深思熟虑与亲身体验（“凡是你必须做的事你都能做到”），去年冬天的一个夜晚，我坐在老爸床边，忽然想起35年前那另一栋房子里可怕的黑洞。我告诉老爸我有多爱他。我向他讲述了人们为他所做的一切。而我又说，他总是吃得太少，躲在房间里，还不听医生的劝告。我说，再多的爱也不能使一个人自己去热爱生命：这是一条双行道，而他并没有尽力，一切都取决于他自己。

He said he knew how hard my words had been to say and how proud he was of me. “ I had the best teacher,” I said. “ You can do whatever you have to do.” He smiled a little. And we shook hands, firmly, for the last time.

他说他明白要我说出这些话多不容易，他是多么为我自豪。“我有位最好的老师，”我说，“凡是你必须做的事你都能做到”。他微微一笑，之后我们握手，那是一次坚定的握手，也是最后的一次。

Several days later, at about 4 ., my mother heard Dad shuffling[拖着] about their dark room. “ I have some things I have to do,” he said. He paid a bundle of bills. He composed for my mother a long list of legal and financial what-to-do\'s “ in case of emergency.” And he wrote me a note.

几天后，大约凌晨四点，母亲听到父亲拖着脚步在他们漆黑的房间里走来走去。他说：“有些事我必须得做。”他支付了一叠帐单，给母亲留了张长长的条子，上面列有法律及经济上该做的事，“以防不测”。接着他留了封短信给我。

Then he walked back to his bed and laid himself down. He went to sleep, naturally. And he did not wake up.

然后，他走回自己的床边，躺下。他睡了，十分安详，再也没有醒来。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第5篇

Love Your Life

However mean your life is，meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard is not so bad as you looks poorest when you are fault-finder will find faults in your life，poor as it may perhaps have some pleasant，thrilling，glorious hourss，even in a 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 do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there，and have as cheering thoughts，as in a town\'s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of be they are simply great enough to receive without think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest should be more poverty like a garden herb，like not trouble yourself much to get new things，whether clothes or friends，Turn the old，return to do not change;we 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。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第6篇

A Typical Day

As a high-school teacher, I have understandably become concerned not just about the future of our profession but the public perception of it as decided recently, therefore, to take advantage of the so-called ^v^spare^v^ time that I have in my work day to take a leisurely stroll around the building and see for myself just what goes on outside my own classroom.

The first door I passed was that of a math teacher who was providing individual attention to a student who was quite obviously having some student‘s face said it all: frustration, confusion, quiet teacher remained upbeat, offering support and encouragement.

^v^Let‘s try again, but we‘ll look at it from a slightly different point of view,^v^ she said and proceeded to erase the chalkboard in search of a better solution.

Further down the hall, I came across the doorway of one of our history I paused to eavesdrop, I witnessed a large semicircle of enthusiastic students engaged in a lively debate regarding current Canadian events and teacher chose to take somewhat of a back-seat role, entering the fray only occasionally to pose a rhetorical question or to gently steer the conversation back toward the task at switched to role-playing and smaller groups of students chose to express the viewpoints of various debate grew louder and more teacher smiled and stepped in to referee.

Passing the gym balcony, I looked down to see a physical education teacher working with a group of boys on a basketball passing drill.

^v^Pass and cut away!^v^ he shouted.^v^Set a the open man.^v^

Suddenly, there was a break in the action.

^v^Hold on, guys,^v^ he said.^v^Do you guys really understand why we‘re doing this drill?^v^

A mixture of blank stares and shrugged shoulders provided the answer, so he proceeded to take a deep breath and explain not only the purpose of the drill, but exactly how it fit into the grand scheme of offense and team few nods of understanding and the group returned to its task with renewed vigor.

The next stop on my journey was the open door of a science lab where, again, a flurry of activity was taking watched intently as a group of four students explained and demonstrated the nature and design of a scientific invention they had they took turns regaling their small but attentive audience about the unique features of their project, a teacher was nearby, busy videotaping their entire presentation.

As I was leaving, I heard her say, ^v^Okay, let‘s move the television over here and see how you did.^v^

Finally, on the way back to my room, I couldn‘t help but investigate the low roar coming from down the blaring, feet stomping, instructions straining to be heard above the of every shape and size were moving in seemingly random directions, although their various destinations were obviously quite things were happening here: hard work, sweat, intense then, a of the dancers offered an explanation, which led to a discussion among several of dance teacher intervened and facilitated a half-hearted plea by one of the students for a quick break fell on deaf ears.

^v^We‘ll have our break when we get this part right,^v^ she called brief pep talk imploring them to push themselves just a little further seemed to create some new energy, and once again the place was hopping.^v^Now, from the top . . .^v^

My excursion complete, I returned to my corner of the school and reflected on what I had surprising was essentially what I had expected to find: goal-setting, problem-solving, teamwork, critical analysis, debate, short, learning.

The only thing that you may have found surprising, but I didn‘t, was that when I began my journey, the regular school day had already ended an hour before.

Reprinted by permission of Brian Totzke (c) 1997 from Chicken Soup for the Teacher‘s Soul by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written rights reserved.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第7篇

China,

China, slow down your foot please

Miracles were created one by one in china in last 30 years. Politicians are pleased,experts are amused, businessmen are excited , the world is shocked.

But, do china need miracles?

China is a young man, his hands are tender, his shoulders are fragile, his experiece is shortened, his ability is limited. Miracles were created, and his boby, his power and his future were overdrafted. He is tired. He needs a rest and reconsideration. Your people are also tired, your people need time.

Miracle is a dream which is made by the politicians, and the experts push it , the businessmen build it. They built a colorful dream for people, but it belongs to them not to your people. The dream has submerged its morality, credibility, faith.

muscle,and faith is his vessel. Without law, the dream is olny a story, without

morality, the dream is only a bubble, without credibility, the dream is only a myth,

without faith, the dream is only a dream.

Don’t let the number get you lost, don’t let last achievements cover your eyes, don’t let surface phonomenon make your dizzy, don’t let others applause influence your judgement. You should look around your history, your should ask your people, you should question yourself.

Don\'t dream to be number one in the world, don\'t challenge your limits, don\'t test the ability of your people. You need time too.

Your people understand your love but can not feel it. You moved too quickly, it brought not only prosperity, growth and confidence but also puzzles, pains, tears and worries. All your people need are to live respectfully, easily, and happily. Their feeling will tell them what is wrong or right.

China, don’t march so fast. Your people are not ready, your socity is not ready and your country is not ready.

So slow down your foot, please.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第8篇

I Still Choose ^v^Mom^v^

I watched through blurred vision as my husband, Chuck, walked away with his ex-wife.

The heaviness in all our hearts was almost unbearable. Turning back to my stepson^v^s casket I somehow helped my children pluck a rose from the brother spray to press in their Bibles. With tears streaming down my face, I rested my hand on the son spray. I no longer knew my place.

God, I silently screamed, how did I fit in Conan^v^s life?

From the moment I^v^d met my stepson, I was in awe of this angelic little boy whose bright, blond hair seemed to glow with a heavenly radiance. At only a year-and-a-half, he was built like a three-year-old. Solid and stocky, sleeping curled in my lap, his tiny heart beat against mine, and a maternal bonding began stirring inside me.

Within a year I became a stepmother to Conan and his older sister, Lori. Soon after that, a visit to the doctor revealed some disheartening news.

^v^You have an infertility disease,^v^ the doctor had said. ^v^You might not ever have children of your own.^v^

At twenty-two, that news was shattering. I had

always wanted to be a mother. Suddenly, I realized being a stepmother might be as close as I would get, and I became even more involved in their lives.

But thankfully, four years later we joyfully discovered I was pregnant. Chase was born, then two years later we were blessed with our daughter, Chelsea.

I loved being both a mom and a stepmother, but as in any blended family, it had its ups and downs. Chuck^v^s ex-wife had custody of his kids and gave them more freedom than we gave our children. Needing to be consistent with our rules, I^v^m certain we appeared overly strict to his kids. On their weekend visitations, I usually felt like an old nag.

As a second wife, I was jealous of my stepchildren^v^s mother. I complained about her and her husband within earshot of my stepkids, and even grumbled about buying my stepchildren extras on top of paying child support. Somehow I overlooked the important fact that my stepchildren were the innocent ones thrust into a blended family.

Then one day at a gathering of my own family, I watched as my mother went up to my stepmother and gave her a hug. I turned and saw my father and stepfather laughing together. Having always appreciated the cooperative relationship my parents and stepparents had, it occurred to me that Chuck^v^s children longed for the same. So Chuck and I decided to work hard at bridging gaps instead of creating them.

It wasn^v^t easy, and changes didn^v^t come overnight, but they did come. By the time Conan was fifteen, a peace had settled between parents and stepparents. Instead of griping about child-support payments, we voluntarily increased them. And finally Conan^v^s mom gave us copies of his report cards and football schedules.

I was proud of my kids and stepkids. After graduation, my stepdaughter married, and she and her husband built a house together. At seventeen, Conan had become a sensible, intelligent young man. With rugged good looks and a deep, baritone voice, I wondered what fortunate girl would ^v^ him up.

But then came that phone call, changing our lives forever - Conan was killed instantly by a drunk driver.

Over the years we^v^d been married, Chuck had reassured me that I was a parent to his children, too. He sought my opinion in matters concerning them and relied on me to make their Christmases and birthdays special. I enjoyed doing those things and looked upon myself as their second mother.

But in his grief immediately upon Conan^v^s death, Chuck suddenly stopped seeking my opinion and began turning to his ex-wife. I knew they had to make many final decisions together, and I realized later that he was trying to spare me from the gruesome details, but for the first time, I began to feel like an outsider instead of a parent.

I also knew the driver responsible for the accident had to be prosecuted, which meant Chuck and his ex-wife would have to stay in contact. Those ugly jealousies from the past began to resurface when, night after night, he talked to her, seldom discussing their conversations with me.

And it stung when friends inquired only about Chuck^v^s coping, or sent sympathy cards addressed just to him, forgetting about me and even our two children. Some belittled my grieving because I was ^v^just^v^ a stepparent. Did anyone realize my loss and pain? I^v^d had strong maternal feelings for Conan; he considered me his second mother - or did he? As the weeks turned into months, that question haunted me, dominating my thoughts. I became driven to understand just what my role had been.

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From tramp to King of Comedy, Chaplin

About the year 1900, a small, dark-haired boy was often seen waiting outside the back entrances of London theatres. He looked thin and hungry but his blue eyes were determined. Despite his painfully hard childhood, the boy knew how to make people laugh. He could sing and dance and was hoping to make a living in show business.

When he couldn\'t get work the boy wandered about the city streets like a tramp. He found food and shelter wherever he could. Sometimes he was sent away to a home for children who had no parents. He was cold and miserable there and the children were scolded and punished for the slightest fault. He hated it.

Thirty years later he was accepting the hospitality of kings. Everyone wanted to meet him. Pictures show him in the company of men like Churchill, Einstein and Gandhi. He had become almost a royal figure in the bright new world of the cinema – Charlie Chaplin, the king of comedy.

Chaplin\'s life was a continuous adventure. In 1889, Chaplin was born in London, England to parents who both worked in theater. His father\'s death from drinking too much and mother\'s illness left him in poverty for most of his childhood. However, Chaplin didn\'t get lost in the poverty. In fact, he had set a goal for himself at a young age: to become the most famous person in the world.

When Chaplin was five years old his mother suddenly lost her voice during a performance and had to leave the stage. To help his mother, little Chaplin went on stage and sang a well-known song at that time, ^v^Jack Jones^v^. Halfway through the song a shower of money poured onto the stage. Chaplin stopped singing and told the audience he would pick up the money first and then finish the song. The audience laughed. This was only the first of millions of laughs in Chaplin\'s legendary career.

Lack of education did not hold Chaplin back from developing the special talent locked inside him. He took his courage and went to see one of the top theatrical agents in London. With no experience at all, he was offered the plum part of Billy – the paperboy in a new production of ^v^Sherlock Holmes^v^. ^v^Sherlock Holmes^v^ opened on July 27, 1903 at an enormous theatre. Chaplin seemed to change overnight. It was as if he had found the thing he was meant to do: to be an actor.

Cinema was born in the same year as Chaplin. When people still believed it was a passing fad and would never replace live shows, Chaplin was determined to master this new medium, for it would offer him the chance of money and success. Chaplin\'s first film, released in February 1914, was called ^v^Making a living^v^. The film was well received by the public but didn\'t satisfy Chaplin. After some disappointments and anxieties, he created his classical character -- ^v^the little tramp^v^. From his very first appearance, the mild little man brought laughter to people\'s faces. With the black moustache, wide-open eyes, round black hat and shoes too large for his feet, he makes all kinds of stupid mistakes. He is always in trouble. Yet he dreams of greatness. He makes audience laugh with his crazy attempts to escape his cruel fate. He finds surprising ways out of every difficulty and life never quite destroys him. The little tramp is not very different from the cold, homeless, poorly dressed child who refused to despair. Like the child he is weak and frightened, but he never gives up.

The tramp became a huge success. By the time he was thirty Chaplin was the greatest, best known, and best loved comedy actor in the world. He received thousands of dollars for each film he made and had formed his own filmmaking company. But he continued his pursuit of perfection in art. When making the film ^v^The Immigrant^v^, Chaplin spent four days and four nights to cut the film to the required length. He viewed each scene perhaps fifty times before he decided exactly where to cut.

Explaining his success, Chaplin once wrote, ^v^You have to believe in yourself. That\'s the secret. Even when I was in the children\'s home, when I was wandering the streets trying to find enough to eat to keep alive, even then I thought of myself as the greatest actor in the world.^v^ Through hard times and glorious days he always believed in himself and never lost faith. It is through this self-confidence that Chaplin made people look at the world more positively despite his own troubles. And even though his films were in black and white, he put a lot of color into everyone\'s life.

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There was a group called ^v^The Fisherman‘s Fellowship^v^. They were surrounded by streams and lakes full of hungry fish. They met regularly to discuss the call to fish, and the thrill of catching fish. They got excited about fishing!!

Someone suggested that they needed a philosophy of fishing, so they carefully defined and redefined fishing, and the purpose of fishing. They developed fishing strategies and tactics. Then they realized that they had been going at it backwards. They had approached fishing from the point of view of the fisherman, and not from the point of view of the fish. How do fish view the world? How does the fisherman appear to the fish? What do fish eat, and when? These are all good things to know. So they began research studies, and attended conferences on fishing. Some traveled to far away places to study different kinds of fish, with different habits. Some got PhD‘s in fishology. But no one had yet gone fishing.

So a committee was formed to send out fishermen. As prospective fishing places outnumbered fishermen, the committee needed to determine priorities.

A priority list of fishing places was posted on bulletin boards in all of the fellowship halls. But still, no one was fishing. A survey was launched, to find out why… Most did not answer the survey, but from those that did, it was discovered that some felt called to study fish, a few to furnish fishing equipment, and several to go around encouraging the fisherman.

What with meetings, conferences, and seminars, they just simply didn‘t have time to fish.

Now, Jake was a newcomer to the Fisherman‘s Fellowship. After one stirring meeting of the Fellowship, Jake went fishing. He tried a few things, got the hang of it, and caught a choice fish. At the next meeting, he told his story, and he was honored for his catch, and then scheduled to speak at all the Fellowship chapters and tell how he did it. Now, because of all the speaking invitations and his election to the board of directors of the Fisherman‘s Fellowship, Jake no longer has time to go fishing.

But soon he began to feel restless and empty. He longed to feel the tug on the line once again. So he cut the speaking, he resigned from the board, and he said to a friend, ^v^Let‘s go fishing.^v^ They did, just the two of them, and they caught fish.

The members of the Fisherman‘s Fellowship were many, the fish were plentiful, but the fishers were few.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第11篇

与上帝对话

^v^Come in,^v^ God said to me, ^v^so, you would like to interview Me?^v^

^v^If you have the time,^v^ I said.

He smiled through His beard and said: ^v^My time is called eternity and is enough to do everything; what questions do you have in mind to ask me?^v^

^v^None that are new to you. What\'s the one thing that surprises you most about mankind?^v^

He answered: ^v^That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to grow up, and then long to be children again. That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health. That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future. That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they never had never lived...^v^

His hands took mine and we were silent. After a long period, I said, ^v^May I ask you another question?^v^

He replied with a smile.

^v^As a Father, what would you ask your children to do for the new year?^v^

^v^To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can do is to let themselves be loved.

To learn that it takes years to build trust, and a few seconds to destroy it.

To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their lives, but who they have in their lives.

To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. There will be others better or worse than they are.

To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.

To learn that they should control their attitudes, otherwise their attitudes will control them.

To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.

To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.

To learn that there are persons that love them dearly, but simply do not know how to show their feelings.

To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.

To learn that while at times they may be entitled to be upset, that does not give them the right to upset those around them.

To learn that great dreams do not require great wings, but a landing gear to achieve.

To learn that true friends are scarce, he/she who has found one has found a true treasure.

To learn that they are masters of what they keep to themselves and slaves of what they say.

To learn that they shall reap what they plant; if they plant gossip they will harvest intrigues, if they plant love they will harvest happiness.

To learn that true happiness is not to achieve their goals but to learn to be satisfied with what they already achieved.

To learn that happiness is a decision. They decide to be happy with what they are and have, or die from envy and jealousy of what they lack.

To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.

To learn that those who are honest with themselves without considering the consequences go far in life.

To learn that even though they may think they have nothing to give, when a friend cries with them, they find the strength to appease the pain.

To learn that by trying to hold on to love ones, they very quickly push them away; and by letting go of those they love, they will be side by side forever.

“进来”,上帝对我说,“你想采访我吗?”

“如果你有时间的话。”我说。

他通过他的胡子笑了笑,说:“我的时间叫永恒,足以做一切,你有什么问题想问我吗?”

“没有一个对你来说是新的。什么是人类让您感到最惊奇的一件事?”

他回答说:“他们厌倦了做小孩子,急于长大,然后又渴望的孩子。他们失去了健康赚钱,然后失去他们的钱来恢复他们的健康。忧虑未来,他们忘记了现在,以至于他们活无论是现在还是未来。他们活着仿佛永远不会死,他们死,仿佛他们从未从未活过……”

上帝握着我的手,我们一阵沉默。很长一段时间后,我说,“我可以问你一个问题吗?”

他笑着回答说。

“作为一个父亲,你会让你的孩子为新年做什么?”

“得知他们不能使任何人爱他们。他们所能做的是让自己被爱。

去了解信誉需要多年的努力去建立,和几秒钟去毁灭它。

知道什么是最有价值的不是他们在他们的生活中,但他们已经在他们的生活中。

学习,这是不好的拿自己和别人相比。会有别人比他们更好或更糟。

学习,一个富裕的人不是拥有最多,而是需要最少的人。

学习,他们应该控制他们的态度,否则他们的态度会控制他们。

学习,只需要几秒钟打开我们爱的人深刻的创伤,而要花许多年医治他们。

去通过宽恕的行为学会原谅。

学习有些人深深地爱着他们,只是不知道如何表达自己的感受。

学习,钱可以买到一切,但是幸福。

学习,虽然有时他们可能有权生气,不给他们打乱他们周围的人的权利。

去学习伟大的梦想不需要有伟大的翅膀,有落地的齿轮才能实现。

学习,认为真正的朋友是稀缺,他/她曾发现一个已经找到了真正的宝藏。

得知他们是守住的言语的主人和奴隶他们说什么。

学习他们收获植物;如果他们工厂八卦他们会收获阴谋,如果他们爱他们会收获幸福。

学习,真正的幸福不是实现自己的目标,而是学会他们已经取得的成就感到满意。

学习,快乐是一种决定。他们决定他们并感到满意,或死于他们缺乏的羡慕和嫉妒。

明白两个人看同一件事,可以看到完全不同的东西。

学习,诚实面对自己的不考虑后果的人走得远。

学习,尽管他们可能认为他们没有给,当一个朋友哭,他们发现安抚痛苦的力量。

学习通过试图抓住所爱的人,他们很快就把他们;他们所爱的人放手,他们会永远在你的左右。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第12篇

比赛 Play

It doesn’t matter where you come from,

Who your family is,

What you wear,

Or how good you are at math.

All that matters is that you give it everything you’ve got.

To me, that’s why the Olympic Games rock.

重要的不是你来自哪里，

你的家人是谁，

你喜欢穿什么，

或你的学习有多棒，

重要的是，你要全力以赴。

对于我来说，这就是奥林匹克为什么有震撼力。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第13篇

Thc happy door

快乐之门

Happiness is like a pebble dropped into a pool to set in motion an ever-widening circle of ripples. As Stevenson has said, being happy is a duty.

快乐就像一块为了激起阵阵涟漪而丢进池塘的小石头。正好史蒂文森所说，快乐是一种责任。

There is no exact definition of the word happiness. Happy people are happy for all sorts of reasons. The key is not wealth or physical well-being, since we find beggars, invalids and so-called failures, who are extremely happy.

快乐这个词并没有确切的定义，快乐的人快乐的理由多种多样。快乐的关键并不是财富或身体健康，因为我们发现有些乞丐，残疾人和所谓的失败者也都非常快乐。

Being happy is a sort of unexpected dividend. But staying happy is an accomplishment, a triumph of soul and character. It is not selfish to strive for it. It is, indeed, a duty to ourselves and others.

快乐是一种意外的收获，但保持快乐却是一种成就，一种灵性的胜利。努力追寻快乐并不自私，实际上，这是我们对自己和他人应尽的责任。

Being unhappy is like an infectious disease. It causes people to shrink away from the sufferer. He soon finds himself alone, miserable and embittered. There is, however, a cure so simple as to seem, at first glance, ridiculous; if you don’t feel happy, pretend to be!

不快乐就像传染病，它使得人们都躲避不快乐的人。不快乐的人很快就会发现自己处于孤独，悲惨，痛苦的境地。然而，有一种简单得看似荒谬的治病良方：如果你不快乐，就假装你很快乐!

It works. Before long you will find that instead of repelling people, you attract them. You discover how deeply rewarding it is to be the center of wider and wider circles of good will.

这很有效。不久你就会发现，别人不再躲着你了，相反，你开始吸引别人了。你会发觉，做一块能激起好意涟漪的小石头有多么值得。

Then the make-believe becomes a reality. You possess the secret of peace of mind, and can forget yourself in being of service to others.

然后假装就变成了现实。你拥有了使心灵平静的\'秘密，会因帮助他人而忘我。

Being happy, once it is realized as a duty and established as a habit, opens doors into unimaginable gardens thronged with grateful friends.

一旦你认识到快乐是一种责任并使快乐成为习惯，通向不可思议的乐园的大门就会向你敞开，那里满是感激你的朋友。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第14篇

生活的艺术

The art of living

生活的艺术

J. B. Priestley

约翰·博因顿·普里斯特利英国著名小说家

The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: “A man comes to this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, his hand is open.”

生活的艺术在于懂得什么时候追求，什么时候放弃。因为生活就是一个矛盾体：它要我们紧紧抓住它赐予我们的生命之礼，然后最终又让它们从我们手中跑掉。老先生们说：“人们紧握着拳头来到这个世界上，离开这个世界时却摊开了双手。”

Surely we ought to hold fast to life, for it is wondrous, and full of a beauty that breaks through every pore of God’s own earth. We know that this is so, but all too often we recognize this truth only in our backward glance when we remember what was and then suddenly realize that it is no more.

当然我们应该紧紧把握生活，因为它美妙得不可思议，充满了从上帝的每个毛孔里蹦出来的美。我们都清楚这一点，但我们常常只有在回首往事时才会想去过去，才会突然意识到过去永远地消逝了，才会承认这个道理。

We remember a beauty that faded, a love that waned. But we remember with far greater pain that we did not see that beauty when it flowered, that we failed to respond with love when it was tendered.

我们都记得美的褪去，爱的老去。但我们更痛苦地记得美正艳时，我们却没有发现，爱正浓时，我们却没有回应。

Here then is the first pole of life’s paradoxical demands on us: Never too busy for the wonder and the awe of life. Be reverent before each dawning day. Embrace each hour. Seize each golden minute.

这就是生活对我们自己自相矛盾要求的第一步：永远不要因为忙碌而忽略了它的奇妙和庄严。对即将到来的每一天，我们都要心怀敬意，拥抱没一小时，抓住每一分钟。

Hold fast to life... but not so fast that you cannot let go. This is the second side of life’s coin, the opposite pole of its paradox: we must accept our losses, and learn how to let go.

抓住生活，但不要抓得太紧，以至你放不下手。这就是生活像硬币一样也有另一面，也是生活矛盾的另一极：我们必须接受放弃，并且学会怎样让它过去。

This is not an easy lesson to learn, especially when we are young and think that the world is ours to command, that whatever we desire with the full force of our passionate being can, nay, will, be ours. But then life moves along to confront us with realities, and slowly but surely this truth dawns upon us.

学会这些并非易事。特别是年少轻狂的时候，我们自认为是世界的主宰者，认为只要充满激情地全力追求，就可以得到一切。然而，事实并非如此。只有在面对种种现实时，我们才会渐渐没明白这个道理。

At every stage of life we sustain losses—and grow in the process. We begin our independent lives only when we emerge from the womb and lose its protective shelter. We enter a progression of schools, then we leave our mothers and fathers and our childhood homes. We get married and have children and then have to let them go. We confront the death of our parents and our spouses. We face the gradual or not so gradual waning of our strength. And ultimately, as the parable of the open and closed hand suggests, we must confront the inevitability of our own demise, losing ourselves as it were, all that we were or dreamed to be.

在人生的各个阶段，我们都会蒙受损失——并且在这一过程中成长。只有在脱离母体.失去庇护所时，我们才会开始独立的生活。我们不断地升学，接着又离开父母，离开儿时的故乡。继而，我们结婚生子，然后又放手让自己的子女出去闯荡。随着父母和配偶的相继离世，我们也逐渐或者很快衰老。最终，正如双手张开与紧握这一寓言所说，我们必须面对自身的死亡，失去原来的自我，失去我们拥有过或者憧憬过的一切。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第15篇

不要埋怨生活

Often heard people complain about, why not my face, why so bad weather today, why do I live in such a poor family, why God told me ... ... why should we complain about it complained that it? Life was not all the best, life was not perfect, on the contrary, the ups and downs, is the routine As the saying goes:愁愁a white head; laugh less decade. Do not complain, everyone\'s life will not be easy, but precisely because of these twists and turns in folding wave, acquired a colorful life.

If we can often look at the issue from another angle, you might easily find themselves still very exciting life. You can not change the face, smile why do not you think about indulgence; you can not change the weather, why do not you change the mood. As the saying goes: after the storm. The same is true of life, after training can often make life wonderful.

China, a writer came to the United States, he saw a flower of the old lady is always very happy, very strange. He would pick a flower asked: Why are you always so happy? Replied the old lady to make the writer stand in amazement. Jesus was crucified is the world\'s darkest day, three days later to Easter. All the trouble to wait for three days as long as the right not to vanish into thin air? Writer for the old lady answered and moved an old lady could look at this free and easy life, could see so thoroughly to life. King inventors - Edison filament do in order to find the best materials have been done a 1000 experiment many times and failed. Have a laugh at his neighbor: Do you how to do 1000 experiments have failed many times? Edison said: I am not found more than 1000 kinds of inappropriate material filament so it? Edison failed to look at from another angle, am quite sure that it can be the most suitable materials, is precisely because of this self-confidence, they are able to make unremitting efforts, finally successful.

People to love life, love life, to have self-confidence, it is necessary to make unremitting efforts towards the target, like Ai Qing said, Even if we are a candle, wax should be dry before the torch ashes tears; even though we are a match should be at the crucial moment there is a ray of light , if so, will the meaning of our lives, our lives will be able to issue a strange glory. Finally, I had to remind you that in the face of setbacks, do not complain about it complained that the old, and to learn how to transform the issue of perspective, so that life is not susceptible to rain by knockout.

常常听见有人抱怨，为什么我的容颜不是国色天香，为什么今天天气这么糟糕，为什么我生活在这么贫穷的家庭里，为什么老天爷这样对我……为什么要抱怨这抱怨那呢?生活本来就不是事事如意，生活本来就不会十全十美，相反，起起落落，悲欢离合才是家常便饭。俗话说的好：愁一愁，白了头;笑一笑，十年少。不要抱怨，每个人的人生都不会是一帆风顺的，而正是因为有这些波波折折，才练就出异彩纷呈的人生。

如果能常换个角度来看问题，你可能会很容易发现自己的人生照样很精彩。你不能改变容颜，你何不想一想放纵笑容;你不能改变天气，你何不改变心情。俗话说：风雨之后才见彩虹。人生也是如此，历经磨练往往能造就精彩的人生。

中国的一位作家来到美国，他看见一个卖花的老太太总是很高兴，很是奇怪。他就挑了一支花问：“您为什么总是如此的开心呢?”老太太的回答使作家愣住了。“耶稣被钉在十字架上是全世界最黑暗的一天，可三天后就是复活节。一切的烦恼只要等待三天不就烟消云散了吗?”作家为老太太的回答而感动，一位老太太竟能这样洒脱地看待人生，竟能把人生看得如此透彻。发明家大王——爱迪生为了寻找做灯丝的材料曾做了1000多次实验，并且都失败了。有一邻居嘲笑他：“你怎么做1000多次实验都失败了?”爱迪生说：“我不是发现了1000多种不合适做灯丝的材料了吗?”爱迪生能换个角度看待失败，深信一定能获得最合适的材料，正因为有这自信，所以能不懈努力，最后终于获得成功。

人要热爱生活，热爱生命，要有自信，要朝着既定目标不懈努力，要像艾青所说的那样，“即使我们是一支蜡烛，也应该蜡炬成灰泪始干;即使我们是一根火柴，也应该在关键时刻有一丝光亮”，如果能这样，那么我们的人生就会意义，我们的人生就能发出异样的光彩。最后要提醒大家，在遇到挫折的时候，不要老报怨这报怨那，而要学会变换角度思考问题，这样就不易被人生的“风雨”所击倒。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第16篇

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time.

To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating.

I love to be alone.

I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.

A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.

Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows.

The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert.

The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping, and not feel lonesome, because he is employed; but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can :see the folks,:” and recreate, and, as he thinks, remunerate himself for his day’s solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and :the blues:; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it.

Society is commonly too cheap.

We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other.

We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are.

We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open war.

We meet at the post-office, and at the sociable, and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other’s way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another.

Certainly less frequency would suffice for all important and hearty communications.

Consider the girls in a factory---never alone, hardly in their dreams.

It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.

The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.

I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls.

Let me suggest a few comparisons, that some one may convey an idea of my situation.

I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself.

What company has that lonely lake, I pray?

And yet it has not the blue devils, but the blue angels in it, in the azure tint of its waters.

The sun is alone, except in thick weather, when there sometimes appear to be two, but one is a mock sun.

god is alone---but the devil, he is far from being alone; he sees a great deal of company; he is legion.

I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee.

I am no more lonely than the Millbrook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.

我发现人若大部分时间用于独处，将有益身心。

与人为伴，即使是挚友，也很快会有厌烦或虚度光阴的感觉。

我爱独处，我发现没有比独处更好的伴侣了。

出国，身在熙攘人群中，要比退守陋室更让人寂寞。

心有所想，身有所系的人总是孤身一人，不论他身处何地。

独处与否也不是由人与人之间的距离来确定。

在剑桥苦读的学子虽身处蜂巢般拥挤的教室，实际上却和沙漠中的苦行僧一样，是在独处。

家人终日耕于田间，伐于山野，此时他虽孤单但并不寂寞，因他专心于工作;但待到他日暮而息，却未必能忍受形影相吊，空有思绪做伴的时光，他必到“可以看见大伙儿”的去处去找乐子，如他所认为的那样以补偿白日里的孤独;因此他无法理解学子如何能竟夜终日独坐而不心生厌倦或倍感凄凉;然而他没意识到，学子虽身在学堂，但心系劳作，但是耕于心田，伐于学林，这正和农人一样，学子在寻求的无非是和他一样的快乐与陪伴，只是形式更简洁罢了。

与人交往通常都因唾手可得而毫无价值，在频繁的相处中，我们无暇从彼此获取新价值。

我们每日三餐相聚，反复让彼此重新审视的也是依旧故我，并无新奇之处。

为此我们要循规蹈矩，称其为懂礼仪，讲礼貌，以便在这些频繁的接触中相安无事，无须论战而有辱斯文。

我们相遇在邮局，邂逅在社交场所，围坐在夜晚的炉火旁，交情甚笃，彼此干扰着，纠缠着;实际上我认为这样我们都或多或少失去了对彼此的尊重。

对于所有重要的倾心交流，相见不必过频。

想想工厂里的女孩，她们虽从不落单，但也少有梦想。

像这样方圆一英里仅一人居住，那情况会更好。

人的价值非在肌肤相亲，而在心有灵犀。

我的房子里有很多伙伴，尤其在无人造访的清晨。

我把自己和周围事物对比一下，你或许能窥见我生活的一斑。

比起那湖中长笑的潜鸟，还有那湖，我并不比它们孤独多少。

你看：这孤单的湖又何以为伴呢?然而它那一湾天蓝的湖水里有的却是天使的纯净，而非魔鬼的忧郁。

太阳是孤独的，虽然时而在阴郁的天气里会出现两个太阳，但其中之一为幻日;上帝是孤独的 – 魔鬼才从不孤单，他永远不乏伙伴，因从他都甚众。

比起牧场上的一朵毛蕊花，一支蒲公英，一片豆叶，一束酢浆草，一只牛虻或大黄蜂来，我并不孤单多少;比想密尔溪，风标，北极星，南风，四月春雨，正月融雪，或者新房中的第一只蜘蛛，我也并不更加孤单。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第17篇

The smile

I was sure that I was to be killed. I became terribly nervous. I fumbled [1]in my pockets to see if there were any cigarettes, which had escaped [2]their search. I found one and because of my shaking hands, I could barely get it to my lips. But I had no matches, they had taken looked through the bars at my jailer. He did not make eye contact with me. I called out to him:“Have you got a light?” He looked at me, shrugged [3]and came over to light my cigarette. As he came close and lit the match, his eyes inadvertently locked with mine. At that moment, I smiled. I don\'t know why I did that. Perhaps it was nervousness, perhaps it was because, when you get very close, one to another, it is very hard not to smile. In any case, I smiled. In that instant, it was as though a spark jumped across the gap between our two hearts, our two human souls. I know he didn\'t want to, but my smile leaped through the bars and generated a smile on his lips, too. He lit my cigarette but stayed near, looking at me directly in the eyes and continuing to smile.

I kept smiling at him, now aware of him as a person and not just a jailer. And his looking at me seemed to have a new dimension[4] too. “Do you have kids?” he asked. “Yes, here, here.” I took out my wallet and nervously fumbled for the pictures of my family. He, too, took out the pictures of his family and began to talk about his plans and hopes for them. My eyes filled with tears. I said that I feared that I\'d never see my family again, never have the chance to see them grow up. Tears came to his eyes, too. “Suddenly, without another word, he unlocked my cell and silently led me out. Out of the jail, quietly and by back routes, out of the town. There, at the edge of town, he released me. And without another word, he turned back toward the town.

”My life was saved by a smile.“ Yes, the smile--the unaffected, unplanned, natural connection between people.. I really believe that if that part of you and that part of me could recognize each other, we wouldn\'t be enemies. We couldn\'t have hate or envy or fear.

一想到自己明天就没命了，不禁陷入极端的惶恐。我翻遍了口袋，终于找到一支没被他们搜走的香烟，但我的手紧张得不停发抖，连将烟送进嘴里都成问题，而我的火柴也在搜身时被拿走了。“我透过铁栏望着外面的`警卫，他并没有注意到我在看他，我叫了他一声：“能跟你借个火吗?”他转头望着我，耸了耸肩，然后走了过来，点燃我的香烟。当他帮我点火时，他的眼光无意中与我的相接触，这时我突然冲着他微笑。我不知道自己为何有这般反应，也许是过于紧张，或者是当你如此靠近另一个人，你很难不对他微笑。不管是何理由，我对他笑了。就在这一刹那，这抹微笑如同火花般，打破了我们心灵间的隔阂。受到了我的感染，他的嘴角不自觉地也现出了笑容，虽然我知道他原无此意。他点完火后并没立刻离开，两眼盯着我瞧，脸上仍带着微笑。

我也以笑容回应，仿佛他是个朋友，而不是个守着我的警卫。他看着我的眼神也少了当初的那股凶气，“你有小孩吗?”他开口问道。“有，你看。”我拿出了皮夹，手忙脚乱地翻出了我的全家福照片。他也掏出了照片，并且开始讲述他对家人的期望与计划。这时我眼中充满了泪水，我说我害怕再也见不到家人。我害怕没机会看着孩子长大。他听了也流下两行眼泪。突然间，他二话不说地打开了牢门，悄悄地带我从后面的小路逃离了^v^，出了小镇，就在小镇的边上，他放了我，之后便转身往回走，不曾留下一句话。

“一个微笑居然能救自己一条命。”是的，微笑是人与人之间最自然真挚的沟通方式。如果我们能用心灵去认识彼此，世间不会有结怨成仇的憾事;恨意、妒嫉、恐惧也会不复存在。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第18篇

We\'ve all heard the quote, \'Be Kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.\'

我们都听过这句话：“要善良，因为你遇到的每个人都在经历某种痛苦。”

My husband and son died within two years of each other. From my personal experience, I believe that if we aren\'t careful, grief can become a rather self-involved process in which we can become so focused on our own suffering that we miss the opportunity to connect with, and possibly bring comfort to, someone else who may be going through a similar experience.

我的丈夫和儿子两年内相继去世。从我的个人经验来看，我相信我们一不小心就会被伤痛左右，以自己为中心，我们会变得过于关注自己的痛苦，而错失和正经历相似痛苦的人接触的机会，也无法给予他们安慰。

Six months after my husband died, I was sinking in the quicksand of grief. I could not pull myself out of the misery.

那时，我真的认为自己的生活要比身边任何人都不容易。生活给我上了完美的一课，通过这次不幸我认清了一个事实：顾影自怜使我看不到别人，只看到自己。

In that moment, I actually believed that my life was more difficult than anyone else around me. Life handed me a perfectly wrapped lesson that opened my eyes to the fact that through my suffering I had allowed myself to become blinded by my self-pity.

我在健康出现问题时吸取了这个教训。我的外科手术引发了并发症，最终住院4天。那段时期我极其痛苦，身体的疼痛和精神上的伤痛把我夹在中间，我的生活一团糟。

The lesson presented itself in a health crisis. I had complications from a surgical procedure and ended up being hospitalized for four days. I was in an extreme amount of pain during this time. Between the physical pain and the emotional pain of grief, I was an absolute mess.

我也应该告诉你我是一名注册护士。对护士而言，很难接受自己成为病人并进行药物治疗这种事。

I should also tell you that I am a Registered Nurse. As a nurse, it is hard to be on the receiving end of medicine as the patient.

住院的前三个晚上同一位护士护理我。她挺年轻，可能快30岁。头两个晚上几乎不怎么跟我说话，除了定期来给我送药。很明显她不知道我精神上有多痛苦。问问你的病人感觉怎么样能有多难?我认定她是不合格的护士，缺乏同情心，而且我依然沉浸在自己精神和身体的痛苦中。

The first three nights that I was in the hospital, the same nurse took care of me. She was young, maybe in her mid to late 20s, and she hardly interacted with me at all the first two nights, other than to give my medications as scheduled. She obviously had no idea how much emotional pain I was in. How hard is it to ask your patient how she\'s feeling? I wrote her off as a bad nurse who had little empathy, and remained absorbed in my own emotional and physical pain.

第三天晚上这个年轻的护士开始打开了话匣子，她问我感觉怎样(终于问了!)。我告诉她我正挣扎于沮丧和痛苦之中，因为我丈夫死于一场飞机事故。

The third night the young nurse was a little more talkative. She asked me how I was feeling (finally!). I told her that I was struggling with depression and grief because my husband had died in an airplane accident.

她看着我，跟我说她丈夫就在两个月前刚刚去世。我有点不知所措，说不出话，我被惊到了!

She looked at me and told me that her husband had died too, just two months earlier. I was stunned. Speechless. Shocked.

Never, in any of the possibilities that my mind entertained of why this nurse was so stand-offish with me, did I even consider that she might be in the same pain I was. Not only was she grieving as I was, but she was having to take care of me, instead of caring for herself and her family.

我从未想过她对我如此冷淡会是因为这个，我甚至都没想过她可能会有同样的痛苦。她不仅和我一样悲痛，而且还要照顾我，而不是照顾她自己和家人。

我们继续讨论分享我们丈夫和孩子的事，我觉着我们那天晚上都给了彼此一点帮助。

We went on to talk and share our stories about our late husbands and children. I like to think that we helped each other a bit that night.

我们之间的共同点比我想的要多，我们都成了单亲妈妈，孩子都还小，而且都是护士。但也就这些了，她丈夫没有保险，家里经济来源很少，她就靠着一点工资养活家里的男孩儿们。我觉着自愧不如，我意识到自己该有多知足。坦白说，这次经历改变了我对生活的看法。

We had much more in common than I would have believed. We were both widowed single moms with young children, and nurses. But, that was where the similarities ended. Her husband had no insurance policy. She had very little family support. She was working paycheck to paycheck to support her boys. I was humbled. I realized how much I had to be grateful for. And, frankly, I never saw life the same way after this experience.

这次的经历改变了我的生活，之前我总是对自己的同情心引以为傲，但现在我意识到了我根本没理解同情的真谛。

This experience was a life-changing event for me. I had always prided myself on being an empathetic person, but I realize now that I had not really understood what being empathetic meant.

想要具备真正的同情心，你的眼光必须超越你自己的伤痛，以局外人的角度看待自己的痛苦。从那之后，我看待别人的`眼光也不一样了。

To truly be empathetic, you must be able to see beyond your own pain to be witness to the pain. I never looked at another person in the same way after this experience.

杂货店的收银员结账时有点粗鲁，好像还很着急?谁知道他今天、或者这周、或者这一生发生了什么呢?可能他最近失去了爱人或孩子，可能他蒙受了很多损失，我无法知晓他经历了什么。我是谁呀，怎么能去评判他呢?

The cashier checking me out at the grocery store who seemed rude and in a hurry? Who knows what was going on in his day, week, life? Maybe he recently lost a spouse or a child. Maybe he has experienced compounded losses. I had no way of knowing what this man was going through. Who was I to judge him?

有些事情我要感谢死亡，它教会了我同情身边人，使我知道了我们都经受着某种痛苦，而有些是别人看不到的。这些都是死亡馈赠给我的，我会永远心存感激。

I thank death for very few things. The gift of empathy for my fellow man, and understanding that we all suffer in ways that aren\'t always visible, are presents from death that I will always be grateful for.

Always take the time to be kind. Even when you\'re suffering with your own pain. And don\'t assume that someone else has it easier than you. You never know the battles someone else is fighting.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第19篇

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because 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, because in the union of love I have seen, 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 seem too good for human life, this is what ? at least ? 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 over 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 pity 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.

三种简单却又无比强烈的激情左右了我的一生：对爱的渴望，对知识的探索和对人类苦难的难以忍受的怜悯。这些激情像狂风，吹来吹去，方向不定，痛苦的深海，到了绝望的边缘。

我追求爱情，首先是因为它带来狂喜——我常常为之心醉神迷，牺牲所有的余生来换取几个小时这样的欣喜。下，我寻找爱，还因为它能减轻孤独感吗？看起来可怕的孤独中，一颗颤抖的意识世界的边缘而面前是是冰冷，无底的深渊。最后，我寻找爱，还因为在爱的结合我所看到的，在一个神秘的缩影中看到了圣人和诗人眼里天堂的愿景有想象。这就是我希望，虽然为人类生活似乎太好了，这是什么？至少？我发现。

以同样的激情我探索知识。我希望能够理解人类的心灵。我希望能够知道群星为何闪烁。我试图领悟毕达哥拉斯所景仰的数字力量，它支配通量。一点，但不多，我实现了。

爱和知识，只要有可能，通向着天堂。但是怜悯总把我带回尘世。痛苦呼喊的回声回荡在我的内心。，忍饥挨饿的孩子，惨遭压迫者摧残的受害者，被儿女们视为可憎的负担的无助的老人的儿子，和整个世界的孤独、贫穷和痛苦的人类的生命是什么。我渴望减少邪恶，但我不能，我也受到影响。

这就是我的一生。我发现它值得一过，如果有机会，我会很乐意再活给我。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第20篇

people need homes: children assume their parents’ place as home; boarders call school ‘home’ on weekdays; married couples work together to build new homes; and travelers … have no place to call ‘home’, at least for a few nights.

so how about people who have to travel for extended periods of time? don’t they have the right to a home? of course they do.

some regular travelers take their own belongings: like bed sheets, pillowcases and family photos to make them feel like home no matter where they are; some stay for long periods in the same hotel and as a result become very familiar with service and attendants; others may simply put some flowers by the hotel window to make things more homely. furthermore, driving a camping car during one’s travels and sleeping in the vehicle at night is just like home – only mobile!

and how about maintaining relationships while in transit? some keep contact with their friends via internet; some send letters and postcards, or even photos; others may just call and say hi, just to let their friends know that they’re still alive and well. people find ways to keep in touch. making friends on the way helps travelers feel more or less at home. backpackers in youth hostels may become very good friends, even closer than siblings.

nowadays, fewer people are working in their local towns, so how do they develop a sense of belonging? whenever we step out of our local boundaries, there is always another ‘home’ waiting to be found. wherever we are, with just a little bit of effort and imagination, we can make the place we stay “home”.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第21篇

A box full ofkisses

装满吻的盒子

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, ”This is for you, Daddy.”

有这样一个故事，爸爸因为三岁的女儿浪费了一卷金色的包装纸而惩罚了她。家里很缺钱，当孩子想要用包装纸装饰一个挂在圣诞树上的盒子时，爸爸生气了。然而，第二天早上小女孩把盒子作为礼物送给了爸爸，“这是给你的，爸爸。”

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, “Don\'t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, ”Oh, Daddy, it\'s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They\'re all for you, Daddy.^v^

女儿的这个行为让爸爸感到尴尬。但是当他发现盒子是空的时候，他的怒火再一次燃烧了。他对女儿喊道，“难道你不知道给别人礼物的时候，里面应该放有东西吗?”多女孩抬头看着父亲，眼里含着泪水，“爸爸，盒子不是空的。我把吻放在了盒子里，都是给你的，爸爸。”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

爸爸感动极了，他搂住女儿，恳请她的原谅。之后不久，一场事故夺走了小女孩的生命。据说，父亲便将那个小金盒子放在床头，一直陪伴着他的余生。无论何时他感到气馁或者遇到难办的事情，他就会打开礼盒，取出一个假想的吻，记起漂亮女儿给予了自己特殊的爱。

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

从一个非常真实的意义上说，我们每个人都被赠与过一个无形的金色礼盒，那里面装满了来自子女，家人，朋友及上帝无条件的爱与吻。人们所能拥有的最珍贵的礼物莫过于此了。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第22篇

我所追求的生活

That must be the story of innumerable couples，and the pattern o[]f lifeof life it offers has a homely reminds you of a placid rivulet，meandering smoohtly through green pastures and shaded by pleasant trees，till at last it falls into the vasty sea;but the sea is so calm，so silent，so infifferent，that you are troubled suddently by a vague it is only by a kink in my nature，strong in me even in those days，that i felt in such an existence，the share of the great majority，something recognized its social saw its ordered happiness，but a fever in my blood asked for a wilder seemed to me something alarming in such easy my heart was desire to live more was not unprepared for jagged rocks and treacherous，shoals it I could only have change-change and the exicitement of unforeseen.

这一定是世间无数对夫妻的生活写照，这种生活模式给人一种天伦之美。它使人想起一条平静的溪流，蜿蜒畅游过绿茵的草场，浓荫遮蔽，最后注入烟波浩渺的汪洋大海；但是大海太过平静，太过沉默，太过不动声色，你会突然感到莫名的不安。也许这只是我自己的一种怪诞想法，在那样的时代，这想法对我影响很深：我觉得这像大多数人一样的生活，似乎欠缺了一点儿什么。我承认这种生活有社会价值，我也看到了它那井然有序的幸福，但我血液里的冲动却渴望一种更桀骜不驯的旅程。这样的安逸中好像有一种叫我惊惧不安的东西。我的心渴望一种更加惊险的生活。只要生活中还能有变迁———以及不可知的刺激，我愿意踏上怪石嶙峋的山崖，奔赴暗礁满布的海滩。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第23篇

There is a beautiful school in the Shanghai West suburbs----Qingpu senior high middle school. She covers an area of simple more than 150 mu. And it is one of the lodge senior middle schools in Shanghai. That is my school, my family.

Judging by her system, it is not hard for us to know, every student who studies in the school should live at school. Really so, I live at school all the day.

Our school is a modern senior middle school .In each classroom there is a computer which controls a projector. It is the paperless teaching that the teacher attends class. Students dive into it completely.

The environment in the school is also the most. There is a river in the school side. And water in river is limpid, in which there is several small fish and some shrimps etc.

The gym installations of our school are complete. She not only has a tartan track, a basketball court and a football field, but also has a tennis field ,a shuttlecock field ,a table tennis house and gymnasium etc . Everything needed is there.

This is my school, my family.

I love my school, and I love my family!

高考英语满分作文 英语作文（乡村的秋天）

Autumn in Countryside

It gradually turns cool. The sunlight is no longer so strong and the cicadas have stopped crying. The hot summer went by at last. The favorite season in the year is coming.

Everywhere we can see the scene of bumper crops: on the fields is golden rice,on the trees are ripe fruits. The farmers faces are full of smiles. They are now expecting a good harvest through a summer\'s hard work.

The autumn evening is especially beautiful. When the setting sun goes slowly down to the west, the sky over the mountains is covered with red rays of evening sunlight, which shines upon the blue sky and floating clouds, just as the maple leaves fall onto the sky.

It is getting cool at dusk. The wind blows, the moonlight shines on the ground,the frogs croak and insects chirp in the fields. Such a situation will make you forget all the unhappy things in the daytime.

I love the beautiful season.

高考英语满分作文 乡村的秋天

Possible version:

Dear editor,

Some years ago, my hometown used to be a beautiful place. Thick trees and green grass could be seen all over the hills. As time went on, people destroyed almost the whole forest to grow more crops. To make matters worse, people let their cattle eat up the grass. So, you can only see wasteland instead of green forests now. As a result, when it rains, the soil is washed down the hills and into the rivers. Strong winds also blow away the valuable soil that lies on the top of the fields. I do hope all the people will take good care of the forests and plant more trees to improve our living conditions.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第24篇

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealers showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young mans name embossed in gold.

Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, ^v^With all your money you give me a Bible?^v^ He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his fathers house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his fathers important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.

With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealers name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… ^v^PAID IN FULL^v^。

How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we dont realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect ^v^the packaging^v^ to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第25篇

Have you thought about what you want people to say about you after you’re gone? Can you hear the voice saying, “He was a great man.

” Or “She really will be missed.

” What else do they say?

One of the strangest phenomena of life is to engage in a work that will last long after death.

Isn’t that a lot like investing all your money so that future generations can bare interest on it? Perhaps, yet if you look deep in your own heart, you’ll find something drives you to make this kind of contribution---something drives every human being to find a purpose that lives on after death.

Do you hope to memorialize your name? Have a name that is whispered with reverent awe? Do you hope to have your face carved upon 50 ft of granite rock? Is the answer really that simple? Is the purpose of lifetime contribution an ego-driven desire for a mortal being to have an immortal name or is it something more?

A child alive today will die tomorrow.

A baby that had the potential to be the next Einstein will die from complication is at birth.

The circumstances of life are not set in stone.

We are not all meant to live life through to old age.

We’ve grown to perceive life3 as a full cycle with a certain number of years in between.

If all of those years aren’t lived out, it’s a tragedy.

A tragedy because a human’s potential was never realized.

A tragedy because a spark was snuffed out before it ever became a flame.

By virtue of inhabiting a body we accept these risks.

We expose our mortal flesh to the laws of the physical environment around us.

The trade off isn’t so bad when you think about it.

The problem comes when we construct mortal fantasies of what life should be like.

When life doesn’t conform to our fantasy we grow upset, frustrated, or depressed.

We are alive; let us live.

We have the ability to experience; let us experience.

We have the ability to learn; let us learn.

The meaning of life can be grasped in a moment.

A moment so brief it often evades our perception.

What meaning stands behind the dramatic unfolding of life? What single truth can we grasp and hang onto for dear life when all other truths around us seem to fade with time?

These moments are strung together in a series we call events.

These events are strung together in a series we call life.

When we seize the moment and bend it according to our will, a will driven by the spirit deep inside us, then we have discovered the meaning of life, a meaning for us that shall go on long after we depart this Earth.

你有没有想过，你希望人们在你死后怎样评论你?你能否听到这样的说，“他是个伟大的人”或“人们的确会怀念她”，他们还会说些什么?

人生最奇异的现象之一就是，你从事的事业在你死后仍将长久存在。

这和你用所的钱进行投资以便后人能从中获益不是如出一辙吗?也许，如果你审视自己的内心深处，你就会发现促使你做出这种贡献的驱动力-一种驱使每个人寻找在自己死后仍能继续存在的事业的驱动力。

你希望自己的名字被人记住吗?你希望别人提起你的名字时心怀敬畏吗?你希望自己的面容被雕刻在50英尺高的花岗岩上吗?答案真的那么简单吗?贡献一生的目的难道终将一死之人想要获得不朽名声的自我鞭策的欲望?抑或是其他更伟大的事物?

今天活着的孩子明天就会死去。

一个有可能成为下一个爱因斯坦的婴儿会死于出生并发症。

生命的情形并不是固定不变的。

我们并没有注定都要活到老年。

我们已经认识到，生命是一个周期，其时间长度是特定的。

如果这些时间没有被充分利用，那就是个悲剧，因为人的潜能还未实现，因为火花还没形成火焰就被补灭。

由于存在于肉体之中，所以我们接受这些风险。

我们使易朽的肉体服从周围物理环境的法则。

你仔细想一想就会发现，这种交易并不是那么糟糕。

当我们幻想生命应该如何时，问题就来了。

当生命和我们的幻想不一致时，我们就变得烦恼，无奈或沮丧。

我们活着，那我们就要活得精彩;我们有能力体验，那我们就要体验人生甘苦;我们有能力学习，那我们就要在学海徜徉。

生命的意义可以在一瞬间抓住-一个经常被我们忽略的短暂瞬间。

当生命戏剧般地一幕幕拉开时，其中隐含的意义是什么?当我们周围所有其他都似乎随着时间而消逝时，我们能够掌握哪个真理并依靠它来生活呢?

这些瞬间串联在一起，我们称之为事件。

这些事件串联系在一起， 我们称之为生活。

当我们抓住那个瞬间并按照我们的意志来改变它-这意志受到我们内心深处的精神的驱使，我们就发现了生命的意义-这意义将在我们离开地球之后长久存在。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第26篇

英语散文

became a searcher,wanting to find out who I was and what made me unique. My view of myself was changing. I wanted a solid base to start from. I started to resist3 pressure to act in ways that I didn’

Each of us holds a unique place in the world. You are special,no matter what others say or what you may think. So forget about being replaced. You can’

我成了一个探寻者，想要知道自己到底是谁，又是什么让我变得独一无二。我的人生观开始改变。我需要一个坚固的基础来发展，我忍受住压力，不再做自己不喜欢做的事。而且我为真实的我感到高兴。渐渐地我越发肯定自己无可替代

每个人在这个世界上都占有一个独一无二的位置。无论别人说什么，你自己怎么想，你都是特别的。所以，不要担心自己会被取代，因为你永远是惟一的

Just as you need air to breathe, you need opportunity to succeed. It takes more than just breathing in the fresh air of opportunity, however. You must make use of that opportunity. That\'s not up to the opportunity. That\'s up to you. It doesn\'t matter what “floor” the opportunity is on. What matters is what you do with it. 正如你需要空气来呼吸，你也需要机遇来获得成功。但是只吸进机遇的新鲜空气远远不够。你必须好好利用机遇。这并不取决于机遇本身，而是由你自己决定。你在什么时候得到机遇并不重要。重要的是你怎样把握机遇

第一场雪降临了

真美啊！整日整夜，悄无声息地飘落，落在高山上，落在草地上，落在生者的房顶上，落在逝者的坟茔上

万物皆白，惟有河流蜿蜒成一条黑线穿过雪野，还有无叶的林木，衬映在铅灰色的天空下，此刻更显得枝桠交错，仪态万千

初雪飘落时，是何等的宁谧，何等的幽静！万籁俱寂，所有的噪音都化做柔和的音乐

再也听不见得得马蹄声，也听不见嘎嘎车轮声

只有雪橇的铃声如乐，似孩子们的心儿在欢快地跃动

大千世界，芸芸众生，没人与我相同。自创世伊始，从未有过像我一样的人。没人拥有和我一样的笑容；没人拥有和我一样的眼睛、鼻子、头发、双手或声音

我就是我

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but one season in the tree\'s life. He told them that they cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are — and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life —

这位父亲说他们答得都对，因为他们都只看到了梨树生命中的一个季节。他告诉他们：不应仅凭一个季节来判断一棵树，一段时间来看一个人；最后，到所有的季节都已终结时，才能衡量一个人的`本质——以及他生命中的快乐、喜悦和爱

如果你在寒冬时放弃，你将失去春之希望，夏之灿烂，秋之收获。所以，不要让一时的痛苦毁弃你所有其他的快乐

Ignore the“yes, buts”for the time being. All I want you to do right now is open your mind to the possibility that the world is made up of a countless array of experiences from the very worst to the very best. As someone once said,“A mind is like a parachute20）—it works best when open.”

从现在开始忘掉“是的，但是”.现在你做的就是认识到这样一种可能性，即世界是由无数从最好到最坏的经历组成的。正如有人曾说过的：“头脑就像降落伞——在打开的时候工作得最好。”我的承诺是：如果你能够广开思路，就会享受到更加丰富、更加充实的人生

We’re always on the go10）trying to accomplish so much, aren’s we? Getting groceries, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn — there’s always something. It’s so easy to get caught up in everyday life that we forget how simple it can be to bring cheer to ourselves and others. Giving a smile away takes so little effort and time, let’s make sure that we’

我们总是忙着去尽量完成更多的事，不是吗？买东西，打扫屋子，割院子里的草——总有些什么事。这就使我们很容易在日常生活中忘记：给自己和别人带来快乐是多么简单的事情。绽放微笑花费的精力与时间很少，让我们确保自己不会成为这样的人——别人总得假装我们有看不见的笑容

The motivation to succeed comes from the burning desire to achieve a purpose. Napoleon Hill wrote, “Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve.”

成功的行动来自于那燃烧着的想要达成目的的欲望。拿破仑？希尔写道：“成功的意念能够到达个人的构想与信念所能到达的任何地方。”

强烈的欲望是一切成功的起点，正如小火苗不能放出大量的热一样，一个微小的愿望也不能促成伟大的成就

我曾经经历贫穷和病痛的深渊！每每人们问起我，是什么力量让我克服这些人人都会面临的困难，我总是这样回答：“我熬得过昨天，就熬得过今天。而且我决不让自己去考虑明天将会发生什么。”

我品尝了生命之杯的每一滴，包括那些渣滓，而她们仅仅只是吮到了杯口的泡沫而已。我的所知、所见，她们永远不会知晓，不会看到

只有被泪水洗过眼睛的女人们，才能有更宽广的视野，这使她们能与整个世界的人们形同姐妹。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第27篇

Writing is to hold back things that are going to leave I used to write about flowers in spring,before the night they were going to wither,and I wrote about rain in autumn, though it never comes back from the darkness.

’m always trying to keep them with me,and I always took me years to understand,that I could never keep some feelings which are only supposed to live for seconds forever with me,that I can take nothing back from time,that instant is longer than ever.

But I am still me, and for every I write,I already know the answer,but I can never refuse to start because of the fear of the endings.

the word, nonsense word that means nothing.

A word printed on the glass door of the shower room, probably the name of the brand of the glass or the design of the glass “Chinglish” word created by one of the factories which wanted to follow the fashion trend of adding an English name for their fashionable brand name, even without the original Chinese name beside it.

It was not large or an obvious color,but it was right up long as I lifted my head up,I could see it,and it was also the only point I could stare the iron curtain outside the window was open,and I could clearly see how light went through the glass door and reflected on the water stains,and how “Sinpolo” took the sunshine,absorbed its color,and created its own image on the there\'s no light,so I just looked up into the dark city through the glass,and the word showed up,with a fluorescence in my enjoyed playing with the lights,using my hand to interrupt them from their original route,using my phone to rearrange them,or just putting my hands under them and observing how lines on my palm were like mountains with shadows.

During those years in that house,I did two things most frequently:argued with my father,and read meaningless argued with my father fiercely every week,for things I can\'t even remember now,and,as a result,I cried times,I didn\'t mean to,but maybe my tears had their own was nothing worth my tears,I thought,so I rushed to the bathroom whenever this happened--no,not my own room,because I wanted neither my bed,my desk or my books to see me cry, nor did I want to remind myself of the arguments whenever I sat in front of my desk.

At this point,I should have been grateful for Sinpolo,of watching a boring and repeated teenager doing exactly the same thing for thousands of we stared at each other;I saw the river outside the building I lived in through it,but I didn\'t know what it saw through some occasions,at midnight,after finishing another novel full of bullshit,I went to the bathroom,still like a walking dead,with my soul sucked inside the I saw the words,or I should say then we saw each other,and I came back.

When I stared at it,I called its name in my \'pore,this is how I usually called it,but maybe it\'s wrong, maybe it should be sinpore, or sinpore, or just shengbaoluo,its Chinese did feel sad for it,as its name actually meant something like saint,holy Polo,but the factory made it as Sin they ever know what they were doing?Or maybe they knew,and this was what exactly they didn\'t think it’s very possible though.

But I called it my way anyway,when I wanted to calm myself down,especially when I wanted to stop myself from wasting H2O,I would silently read it for one thousand times in that moment,and amazingly,it would wipe out all strange thoughts,and I could have a blank brain to add some other things knew I was thinking too much every even when I was doing homework,the rain outside would flow through the window and onto my I lifted my head up,staring at one point in the void,and that voice of Sinpolo appeared,fixing my leak of emotions as usual.

This was not good,I would was relying on my mom could open up my head as the mother in Peter Pan does,she would find out that the word was occupying half of my brain.

After leaving the house,I used to ask my mom about it.“Do you remember the bathroom of our last house?” “Yes, ”my mother answered,with a curious look on her face,“then what?” “Do you still remember Sinpolo?” “No? What\'s that?” “It\'s the brand of the glass door in the bathroom.” “No, what\'s special about it?”“Well, nothing. ”

I felt tired in the middle of the conversation,and suddenly didn\'t want to share my feelings with her any could tell my mother thought I acted strangely,but this was because that by then she didn\'t realize,and not did I by then,which kind of person was in front of person was one of those least responsible ones among the crowd,those who were born to be too lazy to think,but still too eager to show off,those who had no intentions of targeting against anything so also had no intentions of knowing any,those who had extraordinary ability of senses like infants,and those who felt no sense of mission for it.

This person is not ready to take responsibility over her emotions now,and the word will take care of her and restrain her,until that day comes.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第28篇

My l4-year-old son, John, and I spotted the coat simultaneously. It was hanging on a rack at a secondhand clothing store in Northampton Mass, crammed in with shoddy trench coats and an assortment of sad, woolen overcoats -- a rose among thorns.

While the other coats drooped, this one looked as if it were holding itself up. The thick, black wool of the double-breasted chesterfield was soft and unworn, as though it had been preserved in mothballs for years in dead old Uncle Henry\'s steamer trunk. The coat had a black velvet collar, beautiful tailoring, a Fifth Avenue label and an unbelievable price of $28. We looked at each other, saying nothing, but John\'s eyes gleamed. Dark, woolen topcoats were popular just then with teenage boys, but could cost several hundred dollars new. This coat was even better, bearing that touch of classic elegance from a bygone era.

John slid his arms down into the heavy satin lining of the sleeves and buttoned the coat. He turned from side to side, eyeing himself in the mirror with a serious, studied expression that soon changed into a smile. The fit was perfect.

John wore the coat to school the next day and came home wearing a big grin. ^v^Ho. did the kids like your coat?^v^ I asked. ^v^They loved it,^v^ he said, carefully folding it over the back of a chair and smoothing it flat. I started calling him ^v^Lord Chesterfield^v^ and ^v^The Great Gatsby.^v^

Over the next few weeks, a change came over John. Agreement replaced contrariness, quiet, reasoned discussion replaced argument. He became more judicious, more mannerly, more thoughtful, eager to please. ^v^Good dinner, Mom,^v^ he would say every evening.

He would generously loan his younger brother his tapes and lecture him on the niceties of behaviour; without a word of objection, he would carry in wood for the stove. One day when I suggested that he might start on homework before dinner, John -- a veteran procrastinator - said, ^v^You\'re right. I guess I will.^v^

When I mentioned this incident to one of his teachers and remarked that I didn\'t know what caused the changes, she said laughing. ^v^It must be his coat!^v^ Another teacher told him she was giving him a good mark not only because he had earned it but because she liked his coat. At the library, we ran into a friend who had not seen our children in a long time, ^v^Could this be John?^v^ he asked, looking up to John\'s new height, assessing the cut of his coat and extending his hand, one gentleman to another.

John and I both know we should never mistake a person\'s clothes for the real person within them. But there is something to be said for wearing a standard of excellence for the world to see, for practising standards of excellence in though, speech, and behaviour, and for matching what is on the inside to what is on the outside.

Sometimes, watching John leave for school, I\'ve remembered with a keen sting what it felt like to be in the eighth grade -- a time when it was as easy to try on different approaches to life as it was to try on a coat. The whole world, the whole future is stretched out ahead, a vast panorama where all the doors are open. And if I were there right now, I would picture myself walking through those doors wearing my wonderful, magical coat.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第29篇

Solitude

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the be in company,even with the best, is soon wearisome. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. \'The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping，and not feel lonesome. beacause he is employed; but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can “see the folks,” and recreate, and,as he thinks. remunerate himself for his day\'s solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and “the blues”; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer ire his. and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it.

大部分时候，我发现独处都是有益于健康的。有人陪伴，即使是最好的同伴，不久也会心生厌烦，兴致将消散。我爱独处。我没有遇见比孤独更好的伴侣了。我们置身国外，立行人群之中，通常比独处室内更加寂寞。一个思考着的或工作着的人总是孤独的，就让他去他想去的地方吧。孤独不是以和同伴之间的距离里程来衡量的。真正勤奋的学生，在剑桥学院一个拥挤的蜂房里，就像沙漠中的苦行僧一样孤单。农夫可以整日在田间或林中独自工作，耕地或者伐木，却并不感到寂寞，因为他有活儿干;可是当他晚上回到家中，却不能在房间坐下独自思考，而必须去“能看到乡亲”的地方消遣娱乐，正如他所想的，去补偿他五天的孤寂;因此他不明白学生如何可以整日整夜地独坐在家里，而不感到倦怠和“优郁”;但他没有意识到，学生虽然身处室内，却依然在自己的田野上耕耘，在自己的森林中采伐.就像农夫在他的田地林间工作一样，之后学生也和农夫一样要去寻求消遣，山要去交朋结友，只是娱乐方式可能更加简明一些。

Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old mushy cheese that we are. We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open meet at the post office, and at the sociable,and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other\'s way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. Certainly less frequency would suffice for all important and hearty communications. Consider the girls in a factory-never alone, hardly in their dreams. It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I value of a man is not in his skin.

社会交际往往极其廉价。我们相聚的时间十分短暂,没有足够的时间让彼此获得任何有价值的新事物。我们在一日三餐的时候见面，我们就如陈腐的奶略，却让彼此相互品尝出新味道。我们必须一致同意若干条规则，也就是我们所谓的礼节和礼貌，使这种经常的聚会相安无事，我们还要一致同意我们没有争吵的必要。我们在邮局碰面，在社交场合碰面，每天晚上在炉火边碰面;我们生活得很拥挤，相互干扰，彼此牵绊，我想，我们因此失去了对彼此的尊重。当然，所有重要的、真诚的沟通，次数少一些就足够了。想一想工厂里的女工——永远不会独处，甚至在梦中也难得是独自一人。如果一平方英里只有一个居民，就像我这样，那要好多了。一个人的价值不在于他的外在。

3000字英文散文稿范文 第30篇

A Love Letter

Pain is constant companion and isn\'t very good one. I try to reason with this and I end of feeling miserable. I can not help but think about you. You, who has so much to give and share with me. Even when I was young, you were constant figure. You were there to see me grow up. I cried and laught, I learned and you were there to guide me. With your gray hair and chunky glasses. I would watch you think and blued and you sudden smile would lide up your face as quickly as it come. That is the very thing I love about smile, I think about the times I missed being with you. So many years have passed since I saw you again. And for a breath moment I imagined you not being in my life. I wanna to cry, but I knew you were be there, as you always gray hair has turned to white. And with that came a wiry frame that was fragile. Still, the eyes was ever and mind that was well running. You taught me to be strong and live for my dreams. If you were wishes for hunger for knowledge. You taught me to love learning. Always telling me that knowledge is constant thing. You were so strong, so wise and your presense was always comfort. I always love being by your side. You always gave me a hug when I fell down. I never love too crowds and you always seem to understand that not pression me to jion in the others or pretend to have a good got lost the books you taught me to read. Those books which you gave me to learn more about the world. Ever so after remind of the things you taught me. You always love books. You never said much, but I always knew that every time we saw each other. You were glad to see me as I always glad to see you. I remember you with the teary face and wasteful smile. My pain is more insistant and try to hold on to the hope that you will pull through this. Like the strong person that you were. I love you grandpa.

3000字英文散文稿范文 第31篇

I think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem.

It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay.

It begins with innocent childhood, followed by awkward adolescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society, with its young passions and follies, its ideals and ambitions;

then it reaches a manhood of intense activities, profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature; at middle age, there is a slight easing of tension, a mellowing of character like the ripening of fruit or the mellowing of good wine,

and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant, more cynical and at the same time a kindlier view of life; then In the sunset of our life, the endocrine glands decrease their activity, and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern according to it,

it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment; finally, life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep, never to wake up again.

One should be able to sense the beauty of this rhythm of life, to appreciate, as we do in grand symphonies, its main theme, its strains of conflict and the final resolution.

The movements of these cycles are very much the same in a normal life, but the music must be provided by the individual himself.

In some souls, the discordant note becomes harsher and harsher and finally overwhelms or submerges the main melody.

Sometimes the discordant note gains so much power that the music can no longer go on, and the individual shoots himself with a pistol or jump into a river.

But that is because his original leitmotif has been hopelessly over-showed through the lack of a good self-education.

Otherwise the normal human life runs to its normal end in kind of dignified movement and procession.

There are sometimes in many of us too many staccatos or impetuosos, and because the tempo is wrong, the music is not pleasing to the ear; we might have more of the grand rhythm and majestic tempo o the Ganges, flowing slowly and eternally into the sea.

No one can say that life with childhood, manhood and old age is not a beautiful arrangement; the day has its morning, noon and sunset, and the year has its seasons, and it is good that it is so.

There is no good or bad in life, except what is good according to its own season.

And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem.

Shakespeare has expressed this idea more graphically in his passage about the seven stages of life, and a good many Chinese writers have said about the same thing.

It is curious that Shakespeare was never very religious, or very much concerned with religion.

I think this was his greatness; he took human life largely as it was, and intruded himself as little upon the general scheme of things as he did upon the characters of his plays.

Shakespeare was like Nature itself, and that is the greatest compliment we can pay to a writer or thinker.

He merely lived, observed life and went away.

我以为，从生物学角度看，人的一生恰如诗歌。

人生自有其韵律和节奏，自有内在的生成与衰亡。

人生始于无邪的童年，经过少年的青涩，带着激情与无知，理想与雄心，笨拙而努力地走向成熟;后来人到壮年，经历渐广，阅人渐多，涉世渐深，收益也渐大;及至中年，

人生的紧张得以舒缓，人的性格日渐成熟，如芳馥之果实，如醇美之佳酿，更具容忍之心，处世虽更悲观，但对人生的态度趋于和善;再后来就是人生迟暮，内分泌系统活动减少，若此时吾辈已经悟得老年真谛，

并据此安排残年，那生活将和平，宁静，安详而知足;终于，生命之烛摇曳而终熄灭，人开始永恒的长眠，不再醒来。

人们当学会感受生命韵律之美，像听交响乐一样，欣赏其主旋律、激昂的高潮和舒缓的尾声。

这些反复的乐章对于我们的生命都大同小异，但个人的乐曲却要自己去谱写。

在某些人心中，不和谐音会越来越刺耳，最终竟然能掩盖主曲;有时不和谐音会积蓄巨大的能量，令乐曲不能继续，这时人们或举枪自杀或投河自尽。

这是他最初的主题被无望地遮蔽，只因他缺少自我教育。

否则，常人将以体面的运动和进程走向既定的终点。

在我们多数人胸中常常会有太多的断奏或强音，那是因为节奏错了，生命的乐曲因此而不再悦耳。

我们应该如恒河，学她气势恢弘而豪迈地缓缓流向大海。

人生有童年、少年和老年，谁也不能否认这是一种美好的安排，一天要有清晨、正午和日落，一年要有四季之分，如此才好。

人生本无好坏之分，只是各个季节有各自的好处。

如若我们持此种生物学的观点，并循着季节去生活，除了狂妄自大的傻瓜和无可救药的理想主义者，谁能说人生不能像诗一般度过呢。

莎翁在他的一段话中形象地阐述了人生分七个阶段的观点，很多中国作家也说过类似的话。

奇怪的是，莎士比亚并不是虔诚的宗^v^，也不怎么关心宗教。

我想这正是他的伟大之处，他对人生秉着顺其自然的态度，他对生活之事的干涉和改动很少，正如他对戏剧人物那样。

莎翁就像自然一样，这是我们能给作家或思想家的最高褒奖。

对人生，他只是一路经历着，观察着，离我们远去了。