英语阅读文章六篇

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　　英语阅读：The Language of Music

　　A painter hangs his or her finished pictures on a all, and everyone can see it. A composer rites a ork, but no one can hear it until it is performed. Professional singers and players have great responsibilities, for the composer is utterly dependent on them. A student of music needs as long and as arduous a training to become a performer as a medical student needs to become a doctor. Most training is concerned ith technique, for musicians have to have the muscular proficiency of an athlete or a ballet dancer. Singers practice breathing every day, as their vocal chords ould be inadequate ithout controlled muscular support. String players practice moving the fingers of the left hand up and don, hile draing the bo to and fro ith the right arm-to entirely different movements.

　　Singers and instruments have to be able to get every note perfectly in tune. Pianists are spared this particular anxiety, for the notes are already there, aiting for them, and it is the piano tuner’s responsibility to tune the instrument for them. But they have their on difficulties; the hammers that hit the string have to be coaxed not to sound like percussion, and each overlapping tone has to sound clear.

　　This problem of getting clear texture is one that confronts student conductors: they have to learn to kno every note of the music and ho it should sound, and they have to aim at controlling these sound ith fanatical but selfless authority.

　　Technique is of no use unless it is combined ith musical knoledge and understanding. Great artists are those ho are so thoroughly at home in the language of music that they can enjoy performing orks ritten in any century.

　　英语阅读：An Empty 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.

　　英语阅读：Happiness Equates ith 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.

　　英语阅读：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.

　　英语阅读：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.

　　英语阅读：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.