英语文章大全

　　教育的进步是在改变的基础上实现的,改变的第一步就是摒弃墨守成规的教学思维,英语作为国际沟通交流的语言工具,其在全球化进程中扮演着重要的角色。下面是我带来的经典英语文章阅读，欢迎阅读!

　　经典英语文章阅读篇一

　　十二月的玫瑰

　　RosesinDecember

　　Coachesmoretimesthannotusetheirheartsinsteadoftheirheadstomaketoughdecisions.Unfortunately,thiswasn’tthecasewhenIrealizedwehadabaseballconferencegamescheduledwhenourseniorswouldbeinWashington,D.C.fortheannualseniorfieldtrip.Wewereateamdominatedbyseniors,andforthefirsttimeinmanyyears,wewereintheconferenceraceforfirstplace.Iknewwecouldn’twinwithoutourseniors,soIcalledtherivalcoachandaskedtoreschedulethegamewheneveryonewasavailabletoplay.

　　“Noway,”hereplied.Theseniorswerecrushedandofferedtoskipthemuch-awaitedtraditionaltrip.Iassuredthemtheyneededtogoonthetripaspartoftheireducationalexperience,thoughIreallywantedtoaccepttheirofferandwinandgoontotheconferencechampionship.ButIdidnot,andonthatfatefulTuesday,Iwishedtheyweretheretoplay.

　　Ihadnineunderclassplayerseagerandexcitedthattheyfinallyhadachancetoplay.ThemostexcitedplayerwasayoungmentallychallengedboywewillcallBilly.Billywas,Ibelieve,overage,butbecausehelovedsportssomuch,anunderstandingprincipalhadgivenhimpermissiontobeonthefootballandbaseballteams.Billylivedandbreathedsportsandnowhewouldfinallygethischancetoplay.Ithinkhishappinesscapturedtheimaginationoftheeightothersubstituteplayers.Billywasverysmallinsize,buthehadabigheartandhadearnedtherespectofhisteammateswithhiseffortandenthusiasm.Hewasaleft-handedhitterandhadgoodbaseballskills.Hisfavoritepastime,exceptforthetimehepracticedsports,wastositwiththemenatalocalruralstoretalkingaboutsports.Onthisday,IbegantofeelthatalossmightevenbeworthBilly’schancetoplay.

　　Ouropponentsjumpedofftoafour-runleadearlyinthegame,justasexpected.Somehowwecamebacktowithinonerun,andthatwasthesituationwhenwewenttobatinthebottomoftheninth.Iwaspleasedwithourteam’seffortandtheconstantgrinonBilly’sface.Ifonlywecouldwin...,Ithought,butthat’saskingtoomuch.Ifwelosebyonerun,itwillbeavictoryinitself.Theweakestpartofourlineupwasscheduledtohit,andtheopposingcoachputhisacepitcherintosealthevictory.

　　Tooursurprise,withtwoouts,abatterwalked,andthetyingrunwasonfirstbase.OurnexthitterwasBilly.Thecrowdcheeredasifthiswerethefinalinningoftheconferencechampionship,andBillywavedjubilantly.Iknewhewouldbeunabletohitthispitcher,butwhatadayithadbeenforallofus.Strikeone.Striketwo.Afastball.Billyhititdownthemiddleovertherightfielder’sheadforatripletotiethescore.Billywasbesidehimself,andthecrowdwentwild.

　　Ben,ournexthitter,however,hadn’thittheballevenonceinbattingpracticeorintrasquadgames.Iknewtherewasabsolutelynowayfortheimpossibledreamtocontinue.Besides,ouropponentshadthetopoftheirlineupifwewentintoovertime.Itwasacrazysituationandonethatneededrecklessstrategy.

　　Icalledatime-out,andeveryoneseemedconfusedwhenIwalkedtothirdbaseandwhisperedsomethingtoBilly.Asexpected,Benswungonthefirsttwopitches,notcomingclosetoeither.WhenthecatcherthrewtheballbacktothepitcherBillybrokefromthirdbasesprintingashardashecould.Thepitcherdidn’tseehimbreak,andwhenhedidhewhirledaroundwildlyandfiredtheballhome.Billydoveinheadfirst,beatthethrow,andscoredthewinningrun.ThiswasnottheWorldSeries,butdon’ttellthattoanyonepresentthatday.TearswereshedasBilly,thehero,wasliftedontheshouldersofalleightteammembers.

　　Ifyougothroughtowntoday,forty-twoyearslater,you’lllikelyseeBillyatthatsamecountrystorerelatingtoanadmiringgroupthestoryofthedayhewonthegamethatnooneexpectedtowin.Ofallthespectaculareventsinmysportscareer,thismemoryisthehighlight.Itexemplifiedwhatsportscandoforpeople,andBilly’sgreatdayprovedthattoeveryonewhosawthegame.

　　J.M.Barrie,theplaywright,mayhavesaiditbestwhenhewrote,“GodgaveusmemoriessothatwemighthaverosesinDecember.”Billygaveallofusarosegarden.

　　经典英语文章阅读篇二

　　BigRed

　　ThefirsttimeweseteyesonBigRed,father,motherandIweretrudgingthroughthefreshlyfallensnowonourwaytoHubble'sHardwarestoreonMainStreetinHuntsville,Ontario.WeplannedtoenterournameintheannualChristmasdrawingforachancetowinahamperfilledwithfancytinnedcookies,tea,fruitandcandy.AswepassedtheEaton'sdepartmentstore'swindow,westoppedasusualtogazeanddoabitofdreaming.

　　Thegailydecoratedwindowdisplayheldthebesttoysever.Itookaninstanthankeringforahugegreenwagon.Itwasbigenoughtohaulthreearmloadsoffirewood,twobucketsofswillorawholesummer'sworthofpopbottlespickedfromalongthehighway.TherewereskatesthatwouldmakeMillar'sPondwellworthshovellinganddollsmuchtooprettytoplaywith.AndtheywereallnestledsnuglybeneaththebreathtakinglyflouncedskirtofBigRed.

　　Mother'seyesweregluedtothemassiveflareofredshimmeringsatin,dottedwithtwinklingsequin-centredblackvelvetstars.Mygoodness,shemanagedtosayintrancelikewonder.Wouldyoujustlookatthatdress!Then,totallyoutofcharacter,mothertwirledonespinofawaltzontheslipperysidewalk.Beneaththeheavy,wooden-buttoned,greywoolcoatshehadworneverywinterforaslongasIcouldremember,motherlostherbalanceandtumbled.Fatherquicklycaughther.

　　Hercheeksredderthanusual,motherswatteddadforlaughing.Oh,stopthat!sheordered,shooinghisflutteringhandsashesweptthesnowfromhercoat.WhatasillydresstobeperchedupthereinthewindowofEaton's!Sheshookherheadindisgust.Whoonearthwouldwantsuchasplashydress?

　　Aswecontinueddownthestreet,motherturnedbackforonemorelook.Mygoodness!You'dthinkthey'ddisplaysomethingapersoncoulduse!

　　Christmaswasnearing,andthereddresswassoonforgotten.Mother,ofallpeople,wasnotonetowishfor,orspendmoneyon,itemsthatwerenotpractical.Therearethingsweneedmorethanthis,she'dalwayssay,or,Therearethingsweneedmorethanthat.

　　Father,ontheotherhand,likedtoindulgewheneverthebudgetallowed.Ofcourse,he'dgetascoldingforhisoccasionalsplurging,butitwasalldonewiththebestintention.

　　Likethetimehebroughthometheelectricrange.InouroldMuskokafarmhouseonOxtongueLake,Motherwasstillcookingyear-roundonawoodstove.Inthesummer,thekitchenwouldbesohoteventhehouseflieswouldn'tcomeinside.Yet,therewouldbeMother–roasting-rightalongwiththeporkandturnips.

　　Oneday,Dadsurprisedherwithafancynewelectricrange.Sheprotested,ofcourse,sayingthatthewoodstovecookedjustdandy,thattheelectricstovewastoodearandthatitwouldcosttoomuchhydrotorunit.Allthewhile,however,shewaspolishingitsalreadyshinychromeknobs.Inspiteofherobjections,DadandIknewthatshecherishedthatnewstove.

　　Thereweremanyothermodernthingsthatoldfarmneeded,likeindoorplumbingandaclothesdryer,butMominsistedthatthosethingswouldhavetowaituntilwecouldaffordthem.Momwasforeverdoingchores-washinglaundrybyhand,tendingthepigsandworkinginourhugegarden-soshealwaysworemended,cotton-printhousedressesandanaprontoprotectthefront.ShedidhaveoneortwospecialdressessavedforchurchonSundays.Andwitheverythingelseshedid,shestillmanagedtomakealmostallofourclothes.Theyweren'tfancy,buttheydidwearwell.

　　ThatChristmasIboughtDadahandfuloffishingluresfromtheFivetoaDollarstore,andwrappedthemindividuallyinmatchboxessohe'dhaveplentyofgiftstoopenfromme.ChoosingsomethingforMotherwasmuchharder.WhenDadandIasked,shethoughtcarefullythenhintedmodestlyforsometeatowels,faceclothsoranewdishpan.

　　OnourlasttriptotownbeforeChristmas,weweredrivingupMainStreetwhenMothersuddenlyexclaimedinsurprise:Wouldyoujustlookatthat!ShepointedexcitedlyasDaddrovepastEaton's.

　　Thatbigreddressisgone,shesaidindisbelief.It'sactuallygone.

　　Well...I'llbe!Dadchuckled.Bygolly,itis!

　　Who'dbefoolenoughtobuysuchafrivolousdress?Motherquestioned,shakingherhead.IquicklystoleaglanceatDad.Hisblueeyesweretwinklingashenudgedmewithhiselbow.Mothercranedherneckforanotherglimpseouttherearwindowaswerodeonupthestreet.It'sgone...shewhispered.IwasalmostcertainthatIdetectedatraceofyearninginhervoice.

　　I'llneverforgetthatChristmasmorning.IwatchedasMotherpeeledthetissuepaperoffalargeboxthatreadEaton'sFinestEnamelDishpanonitslid.

　　OhFrank,shepraised,justwhatIwanted!Dadwassittinginhisrocker,ahugegrinonhisface.

　　Onlyafoolwouldn'tgiveapricelesswifelikemineexactlywhatshewantsforChristmas,helaughed.Goahead,openitupandmakesuretherearenochips.Dadwinkedatme,confirminghissecret,andmyheartfilledwithmoreloveformyfatherthanIthoughtitcouldhold!

　　Motheropenedtheboxtofindabigwhiteenameldishpan-overflowingwithcrimsonsatinthatspilledoutacrossherlap.WithtremblinghandsshetouchedtheelegantmaterialofBigRed.

　　Ohmygoodness!shemanagedtoutter,hereyesfilledwithtears.OhFrank...Herfacewasasbrightasthestarthattwinkledonourtreeinthecornerofthesmallroom.Youshouldn'thave...cameherfaintattemptatscolding.

　　Ohnow,nevermindthat!Dadsaid.Let'sseeifitfits,helaughed,helpingherslipthemarvellousdressoverhershoulders.Astheshimmeringredsatinfellaroundher,itgracefullyhidthepatchedandfadedfloralhousedressunderneath.

　　Iwatched,mymouthagape,captivatedbyaradianceinmyparentsIhadnevernoticedbefore.Astheywaltzedaroundtheroom,BigRedswirleditsmagicdeepintomyheart.

　　Youlookbeautiful,mydadwhisperedtomymom-andshesurelydid!

　　经典英语文章阅读篇三

　　你才是我的幸福

　　Shewasdancing.Mycrippledgrandmotherwasdancing.Istoodinthelivingroomdoorwayabsolutelystunned.Iglancedatthekitchentableandsureenough-rightunderasmall,frameddrawingonthewall-wasafreshlybakedpeachpie.

　　IheardhersingwhenIopenedthedoorbutdidnotwanttointerruptthebeautifulsongbyyellingIhadarrived,soIjusttiptoedtothelivingroom.Ilookedathowherstill-leanbodybentbeautifully,herarmsgreetingthesunlightthatwaspouringthroughthewindow.Andherlegs...Thoselegsthathadstifflywalked,aidedwithacane,insensibleshoesaslongasIcouldremember.Nowshewaswearingbeautifuldancingshoesandherlegsobeyedherperfectly.Nolimping.Nostiffness.Justbeautiful,fluidmotion.Shewasthepetofthedancingworld.Andthenshe’dhadheraccidentanditwasallover.Ihadreadthatinanoldnewspaperclipping.

　　Sheturnedaroundinaslowpirouetteandsawmestandinginthedoorway.Hersongended,andherbeautifulmovementswithit,soabruptlythatitfeltlikebeingshakenawakefromabeautifuldream.Thesuddensilenceranginmyears.GrandmalookedsomuchlikeakidcaughtwithherhandinacookiejarthatIcouldn’thelpmyself,andaslightlynervouslaughterescaped.Grandmasighedandturnedtowardsthekitchen.Ifollowedher,notbelievingmyeyes.Shewaswalkingwithnodifficultiesinherbeautifulshoes.Wesatdownbythetableandcutourselvesbigpiecesofherdeliciouspeachpie.

　　So...”Iblurted,“Howdidyourlegheal?

　　Totellyouthetruth—mylegshavebeenwellallmylife,shesaid.

　　ButIdon’tunderstand!Isaid,Yourdancingcareer...Imean...Youpretendedalltheseyears?

　　Verymuchso,Grandmotherclosedhereyesandsavoredthepeachpie,Andforaverygoodreason.

　　Whatreason?

　　Yourgrandfather.

　　Youmeanhetoldyounottodance?

　　No,thiswasmychoice.IamsureIwouldhavelosthimifIhadcontinueddancing.Iweighedfameandloveagainsteachotherandlovewon.

　　Shethoughtforawhileandthencontinued.“Weweretalkingaboutengagementwhenyourgrandfatherhadtogotowar.Itwasthemosthorribledayofmylifewhenheleft.Iwassoafraidoflosinghim,theonlywayIcouldstaysanewastodance.Iputallmyenergyandtimeintopracticing—andIbecameverygood.Criticspraisedme,thepubliclovedme,butallIcouldfeelwastheacheinmyheart,notknowingwhethertheloveofmylifewouldeverreturn.ThenIwenthomeandreadandre-readhislettersuntilIfellasleep.Healwaysendedhisletterswith‘YouaremyJoy.Iloveyouwithmylife’andafterthathewrotehisname.Andthenonedayalettercame.Therewereonlythreesentences:‘Ihavelostmyleg.Iamnolongerawholemanandnowgiveyoubackyourfreedom.Itisbestyouforgetaboutme.’”

　　Imademydecisionthereandthen.Itookmyleave,andtraveledawayfromthecity.WhenIreturnedIhadboughtmyselfacaneandwrappedmylegtightlywithbandages.ItoldeveryoneIhadbeeninacarcrashandthatmylegwouldnevercompletelyhealagain.Mydancingdayswereover.Noonesuspectedthestory—IhadlearnedtolimpconvincinglybeforeIreturnedhome.AndImadesurethefirstpersontohearofmyaccidentwasareporterIknewwell.ThenItraveledtothehospital.Theyhadpushedyourgrandfatheroutsideinhiswheelchair.Therewasacaneonthegroundbyhiswheelchair.Itookadeepbreath,leanedonmycaneandlimpedtohim.

　　BynowIhadforgottenaboutthepieandlistenedtograndma,mesmerized.“Whathappenedthen?”Ihurriedherwhenshetookhertimeeatingsomepie.

　　Itoldhimhewasnottheonlyonewhohadlostaleg,evenifminewasstillattachedtome.Ishowedhimnewspaperclippingsofmyaccident.‘SoifyouthinkI’mgoingtoletyoufeelsorryforyourselffortherestofyourlife,thinkagain.Thereisawholelifewaitingforusoutthere!Idon’tintendtobesorryformyself.ButIhaveenoughonmyplateasitis,soyou’dbettersnapoutofittoo.AndIamnotgoingtocarryyou-youaregoingtowalkyourself.’Grandmagiggled,asurprisinglygirlishsoundcomingfromanoldladywithwhitehair.

　　IlimpedafewstepstowardhimandshowedhimwhatI’dtakenoutofmypocket.‘Nowshowmeyouarestillaman,’Isaid,‘Iwon’taskagain.’Hebenttotakehiscanefromthegroundandstruggledoutofthatwheelchair.Icouldseehehadnotdoneitbefore,becausehealmostfellonhisface,havingonlyoneleg.ButIwasnotgoingtohelp.Andsohemanageditonhisownandwalkedtomeandneversatinawheelchairagaininhislife.

　　Whatdidyoushowhim?Ihadtoknow.Grandmalookedatmeandgrinned.Twoengagementrings,ofcourse.IhadboughtthemthedayafterheleftforthewarandIwasnotgoingtowastethemonanyotherman.

　　Ilookedatthedrawingonthekitchenwall,sketchedbymygrandfather’shandsomanyyearsbefore.Thepicturebecamedistortedastearsfilledmyeyes.“YouaremyJoy.Iloveyouwithmylife.”Imurmuredquietly.Theyoungwomaninthedrawingsatonherparkbenchandwithtwinklingeyessmiledbroadlyatme,anengagementringcarefullydrawnonherfinger.

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