高中英语美文摘抄
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适合高中生的英语美文：The story of an hour
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with(折磨) a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences, veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment(抛弃，放纵), in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver(颤抖的) with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously(喧闹地). She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will-as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been.
When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "Free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial.
She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending her in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination(照明，启发).
And yet she had loved him-sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion, which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole,imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door-you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir(不老长寿药) of life through that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.
适合高中生的英语美文：睿智与快乐
When I first read this line by England's Poet Laureate, it startled me. What did Masefield mean? Without thinking about it much, I had always assumed that the opposite was true. But his sober assurance was arresting. I could not forget it.
Finally, I seemed to grasp his meaning and realized that here was a profound observation. The wisdom that happiness makes possible lies in clear perception, not fogged by anxiety nor dimmed by despair and boredom, and without the blind spots caused by fear.
Active happiness-not more satisfaction or contentment-often comes suddenly, like an April shower or the unfolding of a bud. Then you discover what kind of wisdom has accompanied it. The grass is greener; bird songs are sweeter; the shortcomings of your friends are more understandable and more forgivable. Happiness is like a pair of eyeglasses correcting your spiritual vision.
Nor are the insights of happiness limited to what is near around you. Unhappy, with your thoughts turned in upon your emotional woes, your vision is cut short as though by a wall. Happy, the wall crumbles.
The long vista is there for the seeing. The ground at your feet, the world about you-people, thoughts, emotions, pressures-are now fitted into the larger scene. Everything assumes a fairer proportion. And here is the beginning of wisdom.
适合高中生的英语美文：We can't Endure the Light of Life
"We cant endure the light of Love" is a novel written by Czechic writer Kundera. People always get confused when whey heard this name. But when they calm down and think about it, they comprehend some profound meaning of life.
People may ask what actually is light and what exactly is heavy? It's always thought that only those heavy things make people hard to endure. But as a matter of fact, those slight things are most difficult to resist.
Just as that some injury is like a huge rock pressing your heart. Although it is extremely grieved and painful, you can avoid it if you are brave enough. But some hurt is like haze(阴霾) around your heart. It's slight, but it will always be in the bottom of your heart, making it impossible for you to get rid of it all through your life.
It's just like John Nash in "A Beautiful Mind", Schizophrenia was not that worse at all than the serious disease. But you can imagine how terrible it is to live in a world full of mental illusion. Nobody will be disdained(蔑视) to consider if everybody he live an unreal life, his close friend is only an imaginary foam.
When he realize clearly about all of these but can't get rid of the illusions, his mentality will be on the edge of collapsing. Who can endure this slight thing?
On the other hand, Nash is happy and lucky because his wife companied with him and bore all of these without saying a word. She used her wifely heart to forgive all. When her husband was weak, she opened the window of his heart with her soft hands. She used her wifely endurance to go forward step by step in the difficult life. She used her wifely persistence of love. She spent many years with her husband to go through all the unforeseen(未预见到的) events.
I can still remember the scene that when old Nash stood on the stage of Nobel Prizes, he looked at his wife full of love. I think Nash has found the answer of Balance Theory that he has been studying throughout his life. The balance of his life is the love of his wife.
Everything changes a lot with time, only love will last forever.
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