英语名篇精华优美的段落阅读.doc

1、英语名篇精华优美的段落阅读英语优美段落一I like for you to be stillI like for you to be still: it is as though you are 1)absentand you hear me from far away and my voe does not touch youIt seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthAs all things are filled with my soulyou emerg

2、e from the things, filled with my soulYou are like my soul, a butterfly of dreamsand you are like the word 2)MelancholyI like for you to be still, and you seem far awayIt sounds as though you are 3)lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a doveAnd you hear me from far away, and my voe does not reach youL

3、et me e to be still in your silenceAnd let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a l, simple as a ringYou are like the night, with its stillness and 4)constellationsYour silence is that of a star, as remote and 5)candidI like for you to be still: it is as though you are absentdistant and

4、 full of sorrow, as though you had diedOne word then, one smile, is enoughAnd Im hy, hy that its not true我喜欢你是静静的我喜欢你是静静的：仿佛你消失了一样你从远处聆听我，我的声音却无法触及你好似你的目光已经游离飘去如同一个吻，封缄了你的嘴如同我积满一切的灵魂而你从一切中出现，充盈了我的灵魂你像我的灵魂，像一只梦想的蝴蝶你如同忧郁这个词我喜欢你是静静的，好似你已远去你听起来像在悲叹，一只如鸽般喁喁细语的蝴蝶你从远处聆听我，我的声音却无法触及你让我在你的恬谧中安静无声并且让我藉着你的沉默与你说

5、话你的沉默亮假设明灯，简单如环你如黑夜，拥有寂静与群星你的沉默就是星星的沉默，遥远而亮堂我喜欢你是静静的：仿佛你消失了一样远隔千里，满怀哀恸，仿佛你已不在人世彼时，一个字，一个微笑，就已足够而我会感到幸福，因那不是真的感到幸福英语优美段落二Me and WritingThis was the summer that I think I became a writer.I was thirteen years old.I wore steel-rimmed glasses and I was a very 1)solemn boy.Not that I was sad, but I simply

6、 was paying attention.Id been ven a typewriter by my Uncle George, when he got an electr.He gave me his old Underwood typewriter and I set it up in the 2)basement.I had a secret place under the stairs behind a 3)stack of sheet rock.I sat in there and wrote where my parents could not see me because t

7、hey were worried, you know, that I didnt go outside.And they believed in the 4)illusion of a balanced life, you know, you do a little bit of this, you do a little bit of that.I just wanted to do one thing.I just wanted to find things to write about.I liked to write about 5)tornadoes: Tornadoes, whh

8、e out of a peaceful summer day in the Midwest.And the skys blue and then suddenly its dark as night and this great snake-like cloud es slithering across the 6)landscape, 7)smashing houses at random, destroying this one, leaving this standing.I liked that idea.I wrote a story, a sort of 8)autobiograp

9、hal story, about a family from New York, a mrobiolost and his actress wife, and their son, who looked, and walked, and talked, and thought, and felt eactly like me.I sat in the 9)backseat and they were driving across the Midwest, and they forgot meat a gas station.We sped for a rest sand they forgot

10、 me, and they drove away.I walked up the road that they had driven and suddenly the sky turned dark anda tornado came up and it pked me up and it carried me and dropped me, uninjured, in the yard of a 10)sanctified 11)Brethren family.I knocked on the door and a woman in a white 12)satin gown holding

11、 a flaming 13)torch came out and asked me what I wanted.And I was going to tell them that I had to leave to look for my parents and then the dog spoke to me.The dog said, Stay.So, I stayed.But still, I missed the life of 14)glamour that I had known on New Yorks 15)eclusive Upper West Side.I love to

12、write stories like that.I sat there at my Underwood typewriter, but I wished that something real would hen.That was the summer that my cousin, Helen-Marie, came to stay with us suddenly.She was seventeen.She was four years older than I and Id always admired her.She was lovelier than the rest of us.T

13、he rest of us had our familys looks; we had 16)homely faces and she was pretty.She had 17)blonde hair, a rarity in our family.Then I wrote a story about her; about a rl who is cooking lunch at home one day and a woman in a white satin dress holding a flaming torch bursts in through the door, and it

14、startles the rl so much that she drops the 18)cast iron skillet on her dog and the dog bites her and she gets an 19)incurable blood disease from this.Doctors ve her two weeks to live, and then, on of everything, a tornado es in and it blows the roof off the house and it 20)impales four blades of gra

15、ss in her side.And theres something on that grass that cures that blood disease.Medal science has never seen anything like it.Shes cured.She es home.And that night the dog 21)scratches on her door, and the dog says, Arent you curious to know what it was on the grass that cured that blood disease I s

16、ort of liked the story.我笔下的奇异世界我想当作家的念头是在这个夏天冒出来的。那年我十三岁了，戴着一副银边眼镜，是个不苟言笑的男孩。倒不是因为心情不好，我只是在琢磨事儿。乔治叔叔买了一台电打字机后，就把手打打字机给了我。他给我的是一台安德伍牌老式打字机，我把它架在地下室里。楼梯下石砖墙后是我的密室。我坐在里面写东西，爸妈看不到我，你知道，我之所以要机密行事是因为他们担忧我总不出门。他们相信生活应该有多方面平衡，就是让你做做这个又做做那个。而我只想做一件事练笔。我想写写龙卷风：一个平静的夏日里，在中西部骤然刮起了龙卷风。蔚蓝的天空霎时间变得像夜晚一样漆黑，蛇一般的宏大烟云卷

17、过地面，将房屋揉得粉碎，摧毁了这间，放过了那间。我太喜欢写龙卷风了。我写了一个故事，自传式的故事，说的是一个纽约家庭，家里有一个微生物学家，当演员的妻子，还有他们的儿子-那孩子的模样和走路、说话、考虑的方式简直跟我一样。我坐在汽车的后座，他们开车穿越中西部，后来他们把我忘在了一个加油站。我们停车休息，然后他们就把我给落下了，开车走了。我沿着他们车驶去的方向走着，突然间，天空暗了下来， 龙卷风大作，风卷起我吹啊吹，毫发不伤地把我扔在一个圣教徒家的后院里。我敲敲门，一个身穿白色缎袍的女人举着一把熊熊的火炬，走出来问我想干什么。我正想说我想去找我的爸妈，一条狗冲着我说话了：留下来吧。于是，我就留下了。但是，我还是很思念在纽约高尚住宅区的好日子。我就喜欢写这样的故事。我坐在安德伍牌打字机前，想写些真实的事儿。那年夏天，我的表姐海伦玛莉突然来我们家住下。她十七岁，比我大四岁，我很喜欢她。她比我们家的其别人都得意。其别人都有着家族的容貌特征，脸蛋儿一点儿也不起眼，她却很漂亮。那一头金