感動(dòng)人的英語文章
感動(dòng)人的英語文章
英語和其它語言一樣富有優(yōu)美的意境、深刻的含義。在進(jìn)行英語文章賞析的過程中,多元素互動(dòng)模式的構(gòu)建,有利于我們能更加準(zhǔn)確深刻的理解感動(dòng)的文章的意思。很多讓人感動(dòng)的事情，其實(shí)都會(huì)在我們的記憶之中漸漸遺忘。下面是學(xué)習(xí)啦小編為大家整理的關(guān)于感動(dòng)人的英語文章的相關(guān)資料，供您參考!
感動(dòng)人的英語文章篇【1】
在同一個(gè)屋檐下 Under the Same Roof
Two years ago, I drove a taxi for a living. One night I went to pick up a passenger 2:30 A.M. When I arrived to collect, I found the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.
I walked to the door and knocked, “Just a minute,” answered a weak, elderly voice.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her eighties stood before me. By her side was a small suitcase.
I took the suitcase to the car, and then returned to help the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the car.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It's nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”
“Oh, you're such a good man.” She said. When we got into the taxi, she gave me an address, and then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”
“It's not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.
“Oh, I'm in no hurry,” she said. “I'm on my way to a hospice(臨終醫(yī)院). I don't have any family left. The doctor says I don’t have very long.”
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter(計(jì)價(jià)器).
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked, the neighborhood where she had lived, and the furniture shop that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow down in front of a particular building and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
At dawn, she suddenly said,” I'm tired. Let's go now.”
We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
“How much do I owe you?” she asked.
“Nothing.” I said.
“You have to make a living,” she answered. “Oh, there are other passengers,” I answered.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. Our hug ended with her remark, “You gave an old woman a little moment of joy.”
感動(dòng)人的英語文章篇【2】
Solitude獨(dú)處
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.
感動(dòng)人的英語文章篇【3】
放愛一條生路
the other day as i talked with a friend i recalled a story that i heard this summer. "a compassionate person, seeing a butterfly struggling to free itself from its cocoon, and wanting to help, very gently loosened the filaments to form an opening. the butterfly was freed, emerged from the cocoon, and fluttered about but could not fly. what the compassionate person did not know was that only through the birth struggle can the wings grow strong enough for flight. its shortened life was spent on the ground; it never knew freedom, never really lived."
i call it learning to love with an open hand. it is a learning which has come slowly to me and has been wrought in the fires of pain and in the waters of patience. i am learning that i must free the one i love, for if i clutch or cling, try to control, i lose what i try to hold.
if i try to change someone i love because i feel i know how that person should be, i rob him or her of a precious right, the right to take responsibility for one's own life and choices and way of being. whenever i impose my wish or want or try to exert power over another, i rob him or her of the full realization of growth and maturation. i limit and prevent by my act of possession, no matter how kind my intention.
i can limit and injure by the kindest acts of protection or concern. over extended it can say to the other person more eloquently than words, "you are unable to care for yourself; i must take care of you because you are mine. i am responsible for you."
as i learn and practice more and more, i can say to the one i love: "i love you, i value you, i respect you and i trust that you have the strength to become all that it is possible for you to become - if i don't get in your way. i love you so much that i can set you free to walk beside me in joy and in sadness. i will share your tears but i will not ask you not to cry. i will respond to your needs. i will care and comfort you, but i will not hold you up when you can walk alone. i will stand ready to be with you in your grief and loneliness but i will not take it away from you. i will strive to listen to your meaning as well as your word, but i shall not always agree. sometimes i will be angry and when i am, i will try to tell you openly so that i need not hate our differences or feel estranged. i can not always be with you or hear what you say for there are times when i must listen to myself and care for myself, and when that happens i will be as honest with you as i can be."
i am learning to say this, whether it be in words or in my way of being with others and myself, to those i love and for whom i care. and this i call loving with an open hand.
i cannot always keep my hands off the cocoon, but i am getting better at it!
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