英语阅读范文（通用5篇）

　　英语最早被中世纪的英国使用，并因其广阔的殖民地而成为世界使用面积最广的`语言。下面是小编为大家整理的英语阅读，欢迎阅读与收藏。

　　英语阅读 篇1

　　（一）AnIngenious Love Letter

　　There once lived a lad ho as deeply in love ith a girl, but disliked by the girl’s father, ho didn’t ant to see any further development of their love. The lad as eager to rite to the girl, yet he as quite sure that the father ould read it first. So he rote such a letter to the girl:

　　My love for you I once expressed

　　no longer lasts, instead, my distaste for you

　　is groing ith each passing day. Next time I see you,

　　I even on’t like that look yours.

　　I’ll do nothing but

　　look aay from you. You can never expect I’ll

　　marry you. The last chat e had

　　as so dull and dry that you shouldn’t think it made me eager to see you again.

　　If e get married, I firmly believe I’ll

　　live a hard life, I can never

　　live happily ith you, I’ll devote myself

　　but not

　　to you. No one else is more

　　harsh and selfish and least

　　solicitous and considerate than you.

　　I sincerely ant to let you kno

　　hat I said is true. Please do me a favor by

　　ending our relations and refrain from

　　riting me a reply. Your letter is alays full of

　　things hich displease me. You have no

　　sincere care for me. So long! Please believe

　　I don’t love you any longer. Don’t think

　　I still have a love of you!

　　Having read the letter, the father felt relieved and gave it to his daughter ith a light heart. The girl also felt quite pleased after she read it carefully, her lad still had a deep love for her. Do you kno hy? In fact, she felt very sad hen she read the letter for the first time. But she read it for a fe more times and , at last, she found the key – only every other line should be read, that is the first line, the third, the fifth … and so on to the end.

　　（二）AnEmpty Box

　　Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold rapping paper. Money as tight, and he became even more upset hen on Christmas Eve, he sa that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.

　　Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled ith excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, This is for you, Daddy!

　　As he opened the box, the father as embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.

　　But hen he opened it, he found it as empty and again his anger flared. Don't you kno, young lady, he said harshly, hen you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!

　　The little girl looked up at him ith tears rolling from her eyes and said: Daddy, it's not empty. I ble kisses into it until it as all full.

　　The father as crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

　　An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he as discouraged or faced difficult problems he ould open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child ho had put it there.

　　In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled ith unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.

　　There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

　　（三）Happiness Equatesith Fun?

　　I live in Hollyood. You may think people in such a glamorous, fun-filled place are happier than others. If so, you have some mistaken ideas about the nature of happiness.

　　Many intelligent people still equate happiness ith fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is hat e experience during an act. Happiness is hat e experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.

　　Going to an amusement park or ball game, atching a movie or television, are fun activities that help us relax, temporarily forget our problems and maybe even laugh. But they do not bring happiness, because their positive effects end hen the fun ends.

　　I have often thought that if Hollyood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do ith fun. These rich, beautiful inpiduals have constant access to glamorous parties, fancy cars, expensive homes, everything that spells happiness.

　　But in memoir after memoir, celebrities reveal the unhappiness hidden beneath all their fun: depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, broken marriages, troubled children, profound loneliness.

　　The ay people cling to the belief that a fun-filled, pain-free life equates happiness actually diminishes their chances of ever attaining real happiness. If fun and pleasure are equated ith happiness, then pain must be equated ith unhappiness. But, in fact, the opposite is true: More times than not, things that lead to happiness involve some pain.

　　As a result, many people avoid the very endeavors that are the source of true happiness. They fear the pain inevitably brought by such things as marriage, raising children, professional achievement, religious commitment, civic or charitable ork, and self-improvement.

　　（四）Today is a Gift

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

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

　　The indo overlooked a park ith a lovely lake. Ducks and sans played on the ater hile children sailed their model boats. Young lovers alked arm in arm amidst floers of every color of the rainbo. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine vie of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the indo described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room ould close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

　　One arm afternoon the man by the indo 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 indo portrayed it ith descriptive ords.

　　Days and eeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring ater for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the indo, ho had died peacefully in his sleep. She as saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body aay.

　　As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the indo. The nurse as happy to make the sitch, and after making sure he as comfortable, she left him alone. Sloly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbo to take his first look at the orld outside. Finally, he ould have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to sloly turn to look out the indo beside the bed. It faced a blank all.

　　The man asked the nurse hat could have compelled his deceased roommate ho had described such onderful things outside this indo. The nurse responded that the man as blind and could not even see the all. She said, Perhaps he just anted to encourage you.

　　（五）Is Packing Important to You?

　　A young man as getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's shoroom, and knoing his father could ell afford it, he told him that as all he anted.

　　As Graduation Day approached, the young man aaited 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 ho proud he as to have such a fine son, and told him ho much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful rapped gift box. Curious, but somehat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, ith the young man's name embossed in gold.

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

　　Many years passed and the young man as very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a onderful family, but realizing his father as 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 aay, and illed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

　　When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and sa the still ne Bible, just as he had left it years ago.

　　With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he as reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag ith the dealer's name, the same dealer ho had the sports car he had desired. On the tag as the date of his graduation, and the ords… PAID IN FULL.

　　Ho many times do e miss blessings because they are not packaged as e expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil hat you have by desiring hat you have not; but remember that hat you no have as once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes e don't realize the good fortune e have or e could have because e expect the packaging to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just aiting to be opened.

　　（六）The Baby Eagle

　　Once upon a time there as a baby eagle living in a nest perched on a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley ith aterfalls and streams, trees and lots of little animals, scurrying about enjoying their lives.

　　The baby eagle liked the nest. It as the only orld he had ever knon. It as arm and comfortable, had a great vie, and even better, he had all the food and love and attention that a great mother eagle could provide. Many times each day the mother ould soop don from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She as like a god to him, he had no idea here she came from or ho she orked her magic.

　　The baby eagle as hungry all the time, but the mother eagle ould alays come just in time ith the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle gre strong. His vision gre very sharp. He felt good all the time.

　　Until one day, the mother stopped coming to the nest.

　　The baby eagle as hungry. I'm sure to die, said the baby eagle, all the time.

　　Very soon, death is coming, he cried, ith tears streaming don his face. Over and over. But there as no one there to hear him.

　　Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, ith a big bol of delicious food and she looked don at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried Why did you abandon me? I'm going to die any minute. Ho could you do this to me?

　　The mother said, Here is some very tasty and nourishing food, all you have to do is come get it.

　　Come get it! said the baby, ith much anger. Ho?

　　The mother fle aay.

　　The baby cried and cried and cried.

　　A fe days later, I'm going to end it all, he said. I give up. It is time for me to die.

　　He didn't kno his mother as nearby. She sooped don to the nest ith his last meal.

　　Eat this, it's your last meal, she said.

　　The baby cried, but he ate and hined and hined about hat a bad mother she as.

　　You're a terrible mother, he said. Then she pushed him out of the nest.

　　He fell.

　　Head first.

　　Picked up speed.

　　Faster and faster.

　　He screamed. I'm dying I'm dying, he cried. He picked up more speed.

　　He looked up at his mother. Ho could you do this to me?

　　He looked don.

　　The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his on death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and hined and complained. This isn't fair! he screamed.

　　Something strange happens.

　　The air caught behind his arms and they snapped aay from his body, ith a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked don and sa the sky. He asn't moving toards the ground anymore, his eyes ere pointed up at the sun.

　　Huh? he said. What is going on here!

　　You're flying, his mother said.

　　This is fun! laughed the baby eagle, as he soared and ped and sooped.

　　Yes it is! said the mother.

　　英语阅读 篇2

　　Leave him alone I yelled as I alked out of the orphanage gate and sa several of the Spring Park School bullies pushing the deaf kid around. I did not kno the boy at all but I kne that e ere about the same age, because of his size. He lived in the old hite house across the street from the orphanage here I lived. I had seen him on his front porch several times doing absolutely nothing, except just sitting there making funny like hand movements.

　　In the summer time e didn't get much to eat for Sunday supper, except atermelon and then e had to eat it outside behind the dining room so e ould not make a mess on the tables inside. About the only time that I ould see him as through the high chain-link fence that surrounded the orphanage hen e ate our atermelon outside.

　　The deaf kid started making all kind of hand signals, real fast like. You are a stupid idiot said the bigger of the to bullies as he pushed the boy don on the ground. The other bully ran around behind the boy and kicked him as hard as he could in the back. The deaf boy's body started shaking all over and he curled up in a ball trying to shield and hide his face. He looked like he as trying to cry, or something but he just couldn't make any sounds, I don't think.

　　I ran as fast as I could back through the orphanage gate and into the thick azalea bushes. I uncovered my home-made bo hich I had constructed out of bamboo and string. I grabbed four arros that ere also made of bamboo and they had coca cola tops bent around the ends to make real sharp tips. Then I ran back out the gate ith an arro cocked in the bo and I just stood there quiet like, breathing real hard just daring either one of them to kick or touch the boy again.

　　You're a dumb freak just like him you big eared creep said one of the boys as he grabbed his friend and backed off far enough so that the arro ould not hit them. If you're so brave kick him again no I said, shaking like a leaf. The bigger of the to bullies ran up and kicked the deaf boy in the middle of his back as hard as he could and then he ran out of arro range again.

　　The boy jerked about and then made a sound that I ill never forget for as long as I live. It as the sound like a hale makes hen it has been harpooned and knos that it is about to die. I fired all four of my arros at the to bullies as they ran aay laughing about hat they had done.

　　I pulled the boy up off the ground and helped him back to his house hich as about to blocks don the street from the school building. When e reached his home his sister told me that her brother as deaf but that he as not dumb like the to bullies said. That he as very smart but could not say or hear anything. I told her that he did make a sound hen the bully kicked him in the back. She told me that I must be mistaken because all her brother's vocal cords had been removed during an experimental surgery, hich had failed.

　　The boy made one of those hand signs at me as I as about to leave. I asked his sister if your brother is so smart then hy is he doing things like that ith his hands? She told me that he as saying that he loved me ith his hands. I didn't say anything back to her at all because I didn't believe her. People can't talk ith their hands and everybody knos that. People can only talk ith their mouth.

　　Almost every Sunday for the next year or to I could see the boy through the chain-link fence as e ate atermelon outside behind the dining room, during the summer time. He alays made that same funny hand sign at me and I ould just ave back at him, not knoing hat else to do.

　　On my very last day in the orphanage I as being chased by the police. They told me that I as being sent off to the Florida School for Boys Reform School, at Marianna so I ran to get aay from them. They chased me around the dining room building several times and finally I made a dash for the chain-link fence and tried to climb over in order to escape. I sa the deaf boy sitting there on his porch just looking at me as they pulled me don from the fence and handcuffed me. The boy, no about telve jumped up and ran across San Diego Road, placed his fingers through the chain-link fence and just stood there looking at us.

　　They dragged me by my legs, screaming and yelling for more than several hundred yards through the dirt and pine-stra to the aiting police car. All I could hear the entire time as the high pitched sound of that hale being harpooned again. As e pulled aay in the police car I sa the deaf boy loosen his grip on the fence and slide very sloly to the ground and loer his head into the leaves and pine stra. That is hen I realized that he probably really did love me and he anted to save me because he thought that I too as making the hale sound.

　　英语阅读 篇3

　　More than 2400 years ago, the father of medicine, Hyppocrates, first recognized and discribed stroike as the sudden onset of paralysis. Untill recently the modern medicine has has a little poer over the desease, but the orld of stroke medicine is changging, the ne and better theropies are being developed every day. Today, some people ho have stroke can alk aay fropm the attack ith no or fe disabilities if they are threated promply. Doctors can finally offer stroke patients and their families the one thing that untill no has been hard to give: Hope.

　　In ancient tinmes, stroke as called apoplexy, a general term that phyiciant applied to anyone suddenly struck don ith paralysis. Because many conditions can lead to suddent paralysis, the term apoplexy did not indicate a specific diagnosis or cause. Physiciants kno very little about the cause of the strok and the only astablished theropy as to feed and care foe patient until the attack run its course.

　　英语阅读 篇4

　　I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree -- the herald of spring, ushering in the dan...

　　I like the subtle flo of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense...

　　I like the subtle ind. In spring, it steals a kiss on my cheek; in autumn, it caresses my face; in summer, it brings in cool seet smell; in inter, it carries a crisp chilliness...

　　I like the subtle taste of tea that last long after a sip. The subtle bitter is hat it is meant to be...

　　I like the subtle friendship that does not hold people together. In stead, an occasional greeting spreads our longings far beyond...

　　I like the subtle longing for a friend, hen I sink deeply in a couch, mind andering in memories of the past...

　　Love should also be subtle, ithout enslaving the ones fallen into her arms. Not a bit less nor a bit more...

　　Subtle friendship is true; subtle greetings are enough; subtle love is tender; subtle longing is deep; subtle ishes come from the bottom of your heart...

　　英语阅读 篇5

　　LovePeopleInAllKindsOfWeather

　　Make sure your love is unconditional. Make sure you love people in all kinds of eather. Or else hat is the use if e love a person only hen he is good or she is nice? When I need the people most that's hen they leave me. All the time. So please, I hope you on't be like that. We alays have to consider the other party, your companion's situation and mood. Maybe he's in difficulty right no. That's hy his mood is not so seet.

　　Maybe she has so much ork to do and so many headaches, so she cannot be so darling like usual. That time is the time hen e need to sho our most noble quality, the ay e ant ourselves to be.

　　It's not that if you are seet to that person then he ill love you more. Maybe he ill, maybe he on't. But that is not the point to be good and to be noble. To be good, to be noble is for ourselves because e choose to be that ay, e ant to keep being that ay, and e feel good about it. It's not because, Okay, no he needs me more. If I sho more sympathy, then our love ill be stronger; It's not even to be considered.

　　But most of the time e fail the test. When people are in most difficulty, e just leave them, or e are cold and indifferent. Oh, you're not nice to me. All right, all right.;You'll come and need me soon.; Of course they ill. When they're in a better mood, hen everything goes better, of course they'll come around. But then it's too late. Then it is not love anymore. It's just a need for each other. That's different, because you are used to each other and you need each other sometimes out of habit, out of convenience, out of financial security reasons -- anything. But it's not true love.

　　True Love Alays Prevails

　　True love is e stick together in thick and thin;. Especially hen it's thin, hen it's troublesome. Then e should really bridge over the troubled ater. That's hat they say in English. But most of us fail the test, to ourselves, not to our partners. He might leave you, he might stay ith you, because you're nice or not nice. But you fail yourself. You leave yourself. You leave the most noble being that you really are. So e should check up on this to our family members or homever that is beloved and dear to us. Most of the time in critical situations, e just turn our backs and that is no good.

　　Of course e have our anger, our frustrations, because our partners are not as loving as usual, or homever that is; but he or she is in a different situation. At that time, she or he is in mental suffering. It's just as bad or even orse than physical suffering. Physical suffering you can take a pill or you can have an injection and it stops or at least temporarily stops, and you feel the effect right aay; or at least if people are in physical suffering, everyone sympathizes ith them.

　　But hen they are in mental anguish, and e pound them more on that, and e turn our backs and become cold and indifferent, that is even more cruel, even orse. That person ill be simming alone in suffering. And especially they trust us as the next of kin, the next person, the one that they think they can rely on in times of need; and then at that time, e just turn around and are snobbish, because they didn't treat us nice so e just ant to revenge. That's not the time. You can revenge later, hen he's in better shape. Just slap him.