一家人幸福的英文短文【1】
I live in lovely family.There are three people in my family,my parents and I.My father is a policeman.He works in the police station of my city.He is always busy with his work and he has business trips often.Sometimes,he would tell something about his job to me.Of course,they are not the dangerous ones.My mother is teacher of a primary school.She teaches math and she was once my teacher,too.
She is always kind and patient to her students.Luckily,she doesn’t have to work overtime,so that she has enough time to take good care of me.I am very thankful to my parents and I love them very much.
一家人幸福的英文短文【2】
Happiness is important in our life. In fact， happiness is always around you if you put your heart into it.
I will never forget one thing. Once， I had a bad mark at a math test. I was shy and afraid to meet my parents. But when I got back home late， my parents knew what happened， they said to me： -It doesn’t matter， my child. Remember we’ll be always beside you when you need help. We believe you can be better next time. Never give up!‖ I was moved and made up my mind to work harder and harder.
I feel happy. Whenever I am in trouble， I can feel my parents’ love. I want to be a good child for my parents.
一家人幸福的英文短文【3】
what's happiness? huppiness is just like a cup of tea it can warm your heart.mother is the symbol of happiness，she takes care of my life such as cooks delicious food for me，washes clothes forme，and worries about my syudy，sometinms she is nag，but i know she love me，so this is my happiness.
teachers is also the symbol of happiness，they teaches me knoeledge and tell me how to be a person.
happiness is everywhere it needs your heart to find.
一家人幸福的英文短文【3】
What is happiness? There are different opinions about that. Some people think it is happiest to be with families and to communicate with friends.Some think that you will be happy if you are optimistic to the life and (if you are) devoted to your career.Others think that happies means you always make new achievements. In my opinion,It is happiest to live safely in one's life.
It was the smell of rain that I missed the most and the sound of a lawnmower and the waft of cut grass. It was being out in the open and standing bare foot! Blue skies part and parcel of it all; the thunder that would blast over and leave―the coming of a tropical sundown, an evening of barbecues, of warm pools, beer splattering on concrete. The bed awaiting, a vest, a body glistening from perspiration and a sleep of pillows constantly changing sides, a mosquito in the ear. Sleepless nights that were all you knew. And then, one day I left it behind. I moved to a city, to grim faced pallid movements, and there I became with them a ghost on the sidewalks. Dimly, ambling along with my face down, watching my steps and hurrying towards my quotidian activities.
Winters I spent indoor in solace. My flat mates―the friends I had―worked day and night. They were accustomed to leaving the soul behind, the need for money was so official. I would spend nights in the strange house, with creaks of a wall I did not know, and sit by the phone that our landlord had locked, and think of conversations of the past, of my mother's voice ringing, of my best friend whom I would lose contact with, and I would write letters, letters I would never send, letters that clutched the truth―that only I knew. I would cry, tears staining the ink, a smudged idea of love. I was temping then, doing mindless data entry, tapping words into a computer, and moving on wondering what worth there was, and how to find it. My flat mates would come home just before midnight―Mark and Craig, my two best friends. I would smile inwardly and outwardly and make them tea, a sandwich, sit with them and live their lives, hear their stories, flourish in company. Sleep would be eschewed, I yearned for comfort, and company eased the etching of loneliness.
I drank a lot, I had a job and I met people, and I continued my ambling in a city that was not mine. Every Friday my work offered free drinks and I catapulted towards the bar, I sipped 8)ferociously at the wine, the beer, I got horrifically drunk and so the person that I was not, but so yearned to be would come out. She, loud, vivacious, articulate would spend the evening conversing with strangers, laughing and sometimes, flirting! I seemed to step out of myself and watch in amazement. After drinks, I would stumble to the Palladium to meet Mark and Craig―they both worked there as ushers. I would arrive as they were finishing work and we would sit in the bar and I would continue, I would drink.
One night we fell drunk into the house. I lit a cigarette; I sat down and my mind triggered off dull thuds of depression. I went to the bathroom and in a mode of translucent mania I took out a razor blade and in numb motions slowly cut at my wrist, tears streaming down my face, I stopped as soon as I started, my aim was wrong-it was in the name of attention, except I would tell nobody, the attention was all to myself. Quietly, I wrapped my stinging arm with toilet paper, walked to my room and put on a jersey so as to cover the threat, the childish self abuse. I lay and quickly wiped my tears as I heard the friendly footsteps of Mark and Craig. They stood and bantered and eventually I followed them downstairs, and listened to Bob Marley, and Redemption song, my favorite song―"Sold I to the merchant ships…"
And so, I stood on the tube, Dollis Hill to Marylebone and I stared at the scars on my wrist. The scars of stupidity that only I knew of, I was entranced, as though it were not me―it's never me. I swayed to the motion of the train, the city was corrupting me, my soul was slowly bitten, I wanted to yell out my mind, but it all seeped inwards, I was boring myself with my own pleas.
It got better, as it does get better, as you know no better and I sunk into my life, I slowly enjoyed its offerings, I adjusted to the climate, to the people and one day as I walked outside my new flat―not mine of course, but my temporary abode that I rented, as I took out the garbage on a autumn Saturday―in my pyjamas, with the TV and the glow of comfort, I looked at the grey, I sucked it in and I quite enjoyed it―it's romantic quality, it's gloom appealed to me, as it would eventually with my nature. I liked it. I went inside, and shivered―a content chill, I enjoyed the cold and the idea of being able to get warm and I lay on the couch with my toes under a cushion, an inane program keeping me entertained. It all grows on you.
I went home, eventually. I spent five months appreciating the beauty, the climate, the content natures surrounding me. I ate healthy food, I listened to a language I had forgotten about, I roamed on farms that were not mine, went to wine harvests, put on high factors to shield out the sun, spend days lamenting the heat. But, it was not time, I was unable to indulge as the city, London, was still with me, my love and loathing relationship was still continuing, I was still meant to be there, whether unhappy or not. I could not explain it, it's not the city I suppose, it's me-I need to be content. I left, I left what I love so much, no great epiphany, just not at that moment. One day home will come to me, or I will go to home and I await the knowledge in peace.
篇一：英语美文摘抄
1. If winter comes , can spring be far behind ?( P. B. Shelley , British poet )冬天来了，春天还会远吗？( 英国诗人, . P. B.)
2. If you doubt yourself , then indeed you stand on shaky11 ground .(Ibsen , Norwegian dramatist )如果你怀疑自己，那么你的立足点确实不稳固了。 (挪威剧作家 )
3. If you would go up high , then use your own legs ! Do not let yourselves carried aloft; do not seat yourselves on other people's backs and heads . (F. W . Nietzsche , German Philosopher)如果你想走到高处，就要使用自己的两条腿！不要让别人把你抬到高处；不要坐在别人的背上和头上。(德国哲学家 . F. W.)
4. It is at our mother's knee that we acquire our noblest and truest and highest , but there is seldom any money in them.( Mark Twain , American writer )就是在我们母亲的膝上，我们获得了我们的最高尚、最真诚和最远大的理想，但是里面很少有任何金钱。(美国作家 马克 )
5. Living without an aim is like sailing without a compass.Alexander Dumas (Davy de La Pailleterie, French Writer)生活没有目标就像航海没有指南针。 (法国作家 . A.)
6. The ideals which have lighted my way , and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully 19 have been kindness , beauty and truth .(Albert Einstein , American scientist)有些理想曾为我们引过道路，并不断给我新的勇气以欣然面对人生，那些理想就是——真、善、美。 (美国科学家 . A .)
7. The important thing in life is to have a great aim , and the determination to attain it. (Johan Wolfgang von Goethe , German Poet and dramatist)人生重要的事情就是确定一个伟大的目标，并决心实现它。(德国诗人、戏剧家 . J . M .)
8. The man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds .(Mark Twain , American writer)具有新想法的人在其想法实现之前是个怪人。 (美国作家 马克 )
9. The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today .(Franklin Roosevelt , American president)实现明天理想的唯一障碍是今天的疑虑。 (美国总统 . F .)
10. When an end is lawful and obligatory, the indispensable means to is are also lawful and obligatory .(Abraham Lincoln , American statesman)如果一个目的是正当而必须做的，则达到这个目的的必要手段也是正当而必须采取的。(美国政治家 林肯. A.)
篇二：英语美文摘抄：
1.All things do not change, we are changing. Your clothes can be sold, but keep your mind.万物不变，是我们在变。你的衣服可以卖掉，但要保留你的思想
2.Think about it...好好想想……
3. Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but our temperament is more impatient and narrower.;今天我们拥有了更高层的楼宇以及更宽阔的公路，但是我们的性情却更为急躁，眼光也更加狭隘；
4.We consume more, and enjoy less;我们消耗的.更多，享受到的却更少；
5.Our house is bigger, but our family is smaller.我们的住房更大了，但我们的家庭却更小了；
6.We compromise more, time is less;我们妥协更多，时间更少；
7.We have more knowledge, but worse judgment;我们拥有了更多的知识，可判断力却更差了；
8.We have more drugs, but the health is worse;我们有了更多的药品，但健康状况却更不如意；
9.The wealth we have has multiplied, but its value has been reduced;我们拥有的财富倍增，但其价值却减少了；
10.We speak more, we love less, and we have more hatred;我们说的多了，爱的却少了，我们的仇恨也更多了；
