英语美文阅读推荐

⑴ 有哪些阅读英语文章的app

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⑵ 想看一些比较经典的英语文章，请推荐

书虫，比叫简单，

⑶ 有哪些适合高中生阅读的英文散文可以推荐

我是在手机上下载了一个英语阅读软件，既可以背单词，也可以听一些英文的散文，还版可以跟着读一权些英语的新闻，我觉得还是不错的。想读英文的散文的话，我建议可以去读一些外国名著，读原版的，因为译文版的读出来就没有任何的感觉了。

⑷ 请问有哪些英语美文阅读书籍。

kk英语。是学习英语阅读美文的首选软件

⑸ 请推荐一些英语美文的书，最好是优美的散文

《最美的英文》不错，我和我同学都看，基本符合你的要求。一般这类书在学校图书馆都能找到。 还有《牛津英语书虫系列》是短篇小说，依难度而分，其实我个人觉得还是读小说比较好，更能提高你的阅读水平。

⑹ 推荐英语美文

有些英语哲理散文，挺好的。

⑺ 谁能帮我推荐几本英语美文类的图书啊

最近当当上有一套鹰语坊的书很感人，很优美，比如《一生最念这份情》《记得当时年纪小版》《那些飞翔的权梦》等等，买了后觉得很值，并且还很便宜。我一开始买了的时候就是在晚上睡觉的时候随便翻翻，但是发现实在是好，于是干脆就拿来晨读了。后来一听发现，英语口音也很纯正啊！真是太值了，一本书可是多用了。
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网址给你了，记得看哦！

⑻ 推荐一点英语美文！

《我喜欢你是静静的》和聂鲁达的其他诗
泰戈尔作品的英译，举一句吧
“Your questioning eyes are sad.”你询问的眼神充满悲伤。

⑼ 推荐几篇英语美文

没问题。我这就去给你找来！全部是经典中的经典或者是经典名著中最经典的片段。可以诵读，可以铭记。

NO.1 Youth

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

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

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.

When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20; but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.
NO.2 Three Days to See(Excerpts)
Three Days to See

All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year, sometimes as short as 24 hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed hero chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.

Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings, what regrets?

Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with gentleness, vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry”. But most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.

In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.

Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.

The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in alt life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.

I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time ring his early alt life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.

NO.3
What I Have Lived For

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 my life for a few hours for 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 last---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 above 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 it 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.
NO.4
When Love Beckons You

When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

But if, in your fear, you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

这些都是好文章噢。传诵千古算不上，脍炙人口吧。希望你会喜欢。

⑽ 推荐你认为最好的一篇英语文章

The time account

Say there is a bank that credits your account each morning with RMB6,400. Every evening, the bank deletes whatever remains of this sum that you have failed to use ring the day.
What would you do if you had such an account?
Draw out every cent, every day, of course!
Well, each of us has such an account. Its name is TIME.
Every morning, time credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever you have failed to put to use. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day, time opens a new account for you. Each night, it burns whatever remains in the account. If you fail to use up all of the day’ deposits, you can’t keep them for tomorrow. Neither can you draw from what will be put in the next morning.
Time’s clock runs non-stop.
To realize the value of one year, ask a student who has failed a grade.
To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of one hour, ask two lover who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of one minute, ask a traveler who has just missed his train.
To realize the value of one second, ask the motorist who has just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of one millisecond, ask the athlete who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present!

时间账户

如果说有这样一个银行，每天早上都给你汇入6400元；每天晚上，都会清除你在这一天没有花完的账户余额。
如果你有这样一个账户，你会怎样做呢？
当然是每天都要取出每一分钱！
其实，我们每一个人都有这样的一个账户，它的名字就叫时间。
每个清晨，时间都会为你开启一个拥有86400秒的账户；每晚，便会购销一切你没有充分利用的时间，它从不延缓进出平衡，也不允许透支。
每天，时间都会给你开启一个新账户；每晚，都会清除账户上的余额（时间）。如果你没有用尽当天的时间存款，你也不可能留着以备明天之用，而且你也不可能预支第二天的时间。
时间永不停息地奔跑着。
想要明白一年的价值，去问问留级的学生。
想要明白一个月的价值，去问问早产的母亲。
想要问问一周的价值，去问问周刊的编辑。
想要明白一个小时的价值，去问问正在等候见面的热恋情侣。
想要明白一分钟的价值，去问问没赶上火车的旅行者。
想要明白一秒钟的价值，去问问躲过交通事故的司机。
想要明白千分之一秒的价值，去问问在奥运会上获得银牌的运动员。
珍惜你现在的每一分钟吧！记住，时间不等人，昨天已成为历史，明天仍是未知。只有今天才是礼物，这也就是我们为什么称它为“现在”。

——摘自《英汉对照心灵阅读——情感篇