小學(xué)生英語(yǔ)散文： 如果 有來(lái)生

　　Living life over 如果有來(lái)生 我會(huì)抓住每一秒

　　如果有來(lái)生，我會(huì)少說(shuō)，多聽;我會(huì)請(qǐng)朋友來(lái)家里吃飯，即使把地毯弄臟;如果有來(lái)生，我會(huì)點(diǎn)燃那支雕成玫瑰狀的蠟燭，不讓它在塵封中融化;我會(huì)與孩子們坐在草地上，不去擔(dān)心草地上的污漬……如果有來(lái)生，我會(huì)說(shuō)更多的“我愛(ài)你”……“對(duì)不起”……然而，最重要的是，如果有來(lái)生，我會(huì)抓住每一秒……看人生，讀人生……體驗(yàn)人生……再也不放手。

　　If I had my life to live over...I would have talked less and listened more.

　　I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was strained and the sofa faded.

　　I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

　　I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

　　I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

　　I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

　　I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.

　　I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding patter if I were not there for the day.

　　I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, would not show soil or was guaranteed to last a life time.

　　There would have been more "I love yous" ... more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shots at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it...live it...and never give it back.

　　小學(xué)生英語(yǔ)散文：活出個(gè)性

　　An ldentity of One's own

　　In the eternal universe, every human being has a one-off chance to live-his existence is unique and irretrievable, for the mold with which he was made, as Rousseau said, was broken by God immediately after-wards.

　　Fame, wealth and knowledge are merely worldly possessions that are within the reach of anybody striving for them. But your experience of and feelings about life are your own and not to be shared. No one can live your life over again after your death. A full awareness of this will point out to you that the most important thing in your existence is your distinctive individuality or something special of yours. What really counts is not your worldly success but your peculiar insightsintosthe meaning of life and your commitment to it, which add luster to your personality.

　　It is not easy to be what one really is. There is many a person in the world who can be identified as anything-either his job, his status or his social role-that shows no trace about his individuality. It does do him justice to say that he has no identity of his own, if he doesn't know his own mind and all his things are either arranged by others or done on others suggestions; if his life, always occupied by external things, is completely void of an inner world. You won t be able to find anything whatever, from head to heart, that truly belongs to him. He is, indeed, no more than a shadow cast by somebody else or a ma-chine capable of doing business.

　　活出個(gè)性

　　在茫茫宇宙間,每個(gè)人只有一次生存的機(jī)會(huì),那是一個(gè)獨(dú)一無(wú)二、不可重復(fù)的存在。正像盧梭所說(shuō)的,上帝把你造出來(lái)后,就把那個(gè)屬于你的特定的模子打碎了。

　　名聲、財(cái)富、知識(shí)只是身外之物,人人都可求而得之,但沒(méi)有人能夠代替你感受人生。你死之后,沒(méi)有人能夠代替你再活一次。如果你真正意識(shí)到了這一點(diǎn),你就會(huì)明白:活在世上，最重要的事就是活出你自己的特色和滋味來(lái)。你的人生是否有意義,衡量的標(biāo)準(zhǔn)不是外在的成功,而是你對(duì)人生意義的獨(dú)特領(lǐng)悟和堅(jiān)守,從而使你的自我閃放出個(gè)性的光華。

　　真正活出自己的個(gè)性不是一件容易的事。世上有許多人,你說(shuō)他是什么都行,例如是一種職業(yè),一種身份,一個(gè)角色,但惟獨(dú)不是他自己。如果一個(gè)人總是按別人的意見生活,沒(méi)自己的獨(dú)立思考,總是為外在的事務(wù)忙碌,沒(méi)有自己的內(nèi)心生活,那么,說(shuō)他不是他自己就一點(diǎn)兒也沒(méi)有冤枉他。因?yàn)榇_確實(shí)實(shí),從他的頭腦到他的心靈,已經(jīng)找不到絲毫真正屬于他自己的東西了,他只是別人的一個(gè)影子或是一架干活的機(jī)器罷了。

　　小學(xué)生英語(yǔ)散文：生命的過(guò)客

　　When he told me he was leaving I felt like a vase which has just smashed. There were pieces of me all over the tidy, tan tiles. He kept talking, telling me why he was leaving, explaining it was for the best, I could do better, it was his fault and not mine. I had heard it before many times and yet somehow was still not immune; perhaps one did not become immune to such felony.

　　He left and I tried to get on with my life. I filled the kettle and put it on to boil, I took out my old red mug and filled it with coffee watching as each coffee granule slipped in to the bone china. That was what my life had been like, endless omissions of coffee granules, somehow never managing to make that cup of coffee.

　　Somehow when the kettle piped its finishing warning I pretended not to hear it. That's what Mike's leaving had been like, sudden and with an awful finality. I would rather just wallow in uncertainty than have things finished. I laughed at myself. Imagine getting all philosophical and sentimental about a mug of coffee. I must be getting old.

　　And yet it was a young woman who stared back at me from the mirror. A young woman full of promise and hope, a young woman with bright eyes and full lips just waiting to take on the world. I never loved Mike anyway. Besides there are more important things. More important than love, I insist to myself firmly. The lid goes back on the coffee just like closure on the whole Mike experience.

　　He doesn't haunt my dreams as I feared that night. Instead I am flying far across fields and woods, looking down on those below me. Suddenly I fall to the ground and it is only when I wake up that I realize I was shot by a hunter, brought down by the burden of not the bullet but the soul of the man who shot it. I realize later, with some degree of understanding, that Mike was the hunter holding me down and I am the bird that longs to fly. The next night my dream is similar to the previous nights, but without the hunter. I fly free until I meet another bird who flies with me in perfect harmony. I realize with some relief that there is a bird out there for me, there is another person, not necessarily a lover perhaps just a friend, but there is someone out there who is my soul mate. I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together, what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth, a little understanding of my physical being. He has only, a little piece of me.

　　當(dāng)他告訴我他要離開的時(shí)候，我感覺(jué)自己就像花瓶裂成了碎片，跌落在茶色瓷磚地板上。他一直在說(shuō)話，解釋著為什么要離開，說(shuō)什么這是最好的，我可以做得更好，都是他的錯(cuò)，與我無(wú)關(guān)。雖然這些話我已經(jīng)聽上好幾千遍了，可每次聽完都讓我很受傷，或許在這樣巨大的打擊面前沒(méi)有人能做到無(wú)動(dòng)于衷。

　　他走了，我嘗試著繼續(xù)過(guò)自己的生活。我燒開水，拿出紅色杯子，看著咖啡粉末一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)地落入骨灰瓷的杯子里。這正是我自己的鮮活寫照，不斷地往下掉咖啡粉末，卻從來(lái)沒(méi)有真正地泡成一杯咖啡。

　　水開了，水壺發(fā)出警報(bào)聲，我假裝沒(méi)有聽見。邁克的離去也是一樣，突如其來(lái)，并且無(wú)可挽回。要知道，我寧愿忍受分與不分的煎熬，也不愿意以這樣的方式被宣判“死刑”。想著想著我就啞然失笑，自己竟然為一杯咖啡有如此多的人生感懷，我自己一定是老了。

　　可是鏡子里回瞪著我的那個(gè)女孩還是那么年輕啊!明目皓齒，充滿了前途與希望，光明的未來(lái)在向她招手。沒(méi)關(guān)系的，反正我也從來(lái)沒(méi)有愛(ài)過(guò)邁克。何況，生命中還有比愛(ài)更重要的東西在等待著我，我對(duì)自己堅(jiān)持說(shuō)。我將咖啡罐的蓋子蓋好，也將所有關(guān)于邁克的記憶塵封起來(lái)。

　　那天晚上，出乎意料的是，他并沒(méi)有入到我的夢(mèng)中。在夢(mèng)里，我飛過(guò)田野和森林，俯瞰著大地。突然間，我掉了下來(lái)……醒來(lái)后才發(fā)現(xiàn)原來(lái)自己被獵人打中了，但是令我墜落的不是他的子彈，而是他的靈魂。我后來(lái)才漸漸明白，原來(lái)邁克就是那個(gè)使我墜落的獵人，而我是那只渴望飛翔的小鳥。到了第二天晚上，我仍然做了類似的夢(mèng)，但是獵人不見了，我一直在自由地飛翔，直到遇上另外一只小鳥和我比翼雙飛。我開始意識(shí)到，總有那么一只鳥，那么一個(gè)人在前面等我，這個(gè)人可能是我的愛(ài)人，可能只是朋友，但一定是知我懂我的人，這令我感覺(jué)如釋重負(fù)。我想起曾經(jīng)覺(jué)得自己像花瓶一樣裂開了，才意識(shí)到原來(lái)自己已經(jīng)把自己修理好了。邁克只是我生命過(guò)程中的小小過(guò)客，他僅僅了解我的表面，他僅僅是我生命中的小小一部分。