适合八年级学生阅读的英语文章（实用20篇）

if we have a book ,we will not be felling of being longly.

When Im free or in trouble, I always take out a book and read quietly. In no time, Ive put my heart into it so that Ill forget all the troubles. Its in this way that Ive formed the habit of reading in any time.

Little boys as I was, I was interest in picture books and storybooks. I was struck by them. No sooner had I entered the middle school than I began to read novel, plays, essays and so on. I found I could get much from them. Little by little I took great interest in literature and last term I won the first prize in the composition contest among middle-school students in Zhe Jiang.

Reading “The Emperors New Clothes”, I had to let out a burst of laughter over his fool. “The Little Match Girl” couldnt keep me from crying for her misery. “ Robinson Crusoe” took me into a strange world full of danger. And I was also deeply impressed by Helen Kellers patience and perseverance… Besides these, books also tell me other thing -how to be a man and how to tell the difference between right and wrong.

In a word, good books can make me know what I didnt before. So I think of a good book as my best friend.Ill never forget this famous saying,“ Good books are best friends who never turn their backs upon us.

My parents are teachers, so they want me to read more books. When I started to learn reading, they bought me a lot of novel books, such as Harry Potter, Alice In the Wonderland and so on. I saw the movie first, and then I would have the interest to read the novels. I found that the novel were with much more details and I was absorbed in it. The literary books not only described an attractive world, but the more important thing was that it enlightened me to be a better girl. what I learned from these novels helps me to be independent and I have my own thinking.

我的父母是老师,所以他们想让我读更多的书。当我开始学习阅读的时候,他们给我买很多小说书,比如《哈利波特》,《爱丽丝梦游仙境》等等。我一般先看电影,然后我就会有兴趣读小说。我发现小说有更多的细节,我完全沉浸其中。文学书籍不仅描述了一个有吸引力的世界,但更重要的是,它启发我成为一个更好的女孩。我从这些小说学到的将帮助我独立,拥有我自己的思考。

[The Literary Novel初三学生英语作文

I have a good friend. Her name is May. She is 12 years old.Her telephone

number is _ Her birthday is March 5th. She is good at English and

Chinese.She often plays the piano. She likes reading books and listening to the

music. Because she think they’re interesting. I think she is a nice girl. We

often help each other. We are good friends.

Everyone has their own dreams, I am the same. But my dream is not a lawyer,

not a doctor, not actors, not even an industry. Perhaps my dream big people will

find it ridiculous, but this has been my pursuit! My dream is to want to have a

folk life! I want it to become a beautiful painting, it is not only sharp

colors, but also the colors are bleak, I do not rule out the painting is part of

the black, but I will treasure these bleak colors! Not yet, how about, a

colorful painting, if not bleak, add color, how can it more prominent American?

Life is like painting, painting the bright red color represents life beautiful

happy moments. Painting a bleak color represents life difficult, unpleasant

time. You may find a flat with a beautiful road is not very good yet, but I do

not think it will. If a person lives flat then what is the point? Life is only a

short few decades, I want it to go Finally, Each memory is a solid.

Purposes:

1. Museum and related heritage institutions provide people with an enhanced awareness of our diverse heritage and our place in the world. They promote understanding and appreciation of our diverse cultures, landscapes, stories and experiences.

2. Museums contribute to the enrichment of the lives of people.

3. Guarantee the availability and use of the collections in research and teaching.

4. Collections and exhibitions reflect the cultural and social diversity.

5. Museums and galleries make an important contribution to education, scholarship, citizenship , social inclusion and tourism.

6. Generally promote the publics enjoyment and understanding of painting and other fine art both by means of the collection and by such other means as they consider appropriate .

How to Support and Develop the Museum and Gallery:

1. The government sets up more state funded museums and art school.

2. Increase education personnel and facilities in museums and galleries, as well as support schools with the cost of visits.

3. We should actively seek to attract additional sources of funding in order to increase the total pool of money available.

4. Museums should be taken to raise standards of collection care or management.

[Museums and Galleries英语作文阅读

尊敬的老师、亲爱的同学们：

我是来自八年级(1)班的曹贵婷。今天我为能够在毕业典礼上作为学生代表发言，感到非常荣幸。在此首先让我代表所有八中的同学、向一直以来勤勤恳恳任劳任怨的老师们表示最崇高的敬意!向奋力拼博、持之以恒一千多个日日夜夜的九年级的哥哥姐姐表示由衷的敬佩!向为我们八中的学生提供如此优越的学习环境，时刻关注我们成长的校领导表示衷心的感谢!

九年级的哥哥姐姐们，转眼间你们就要毕业了，还记得刚到学校时对一切都好奇的那种感觉吗，还记得在八中之声汇演的舞台上同学们的精彩表演吗，还记得班里的主题班会吗?时光流逝，初中的三年也将成为回忆。如果说这回忆是一阵风，那么当它吹过时，我们感受到的，我想一定会是幸福，是温馨，是甜蜜吧!

各位九年级同学，你们将面临漫长人生旅途中的一次严峻的挑战!我想那一定是惊心动魄的!明年的此时将是为我们开毕业典礼的时候，那时我们也一定会和你们一样精神饱满、斗志昂扬，满怀信心地憧憬更高一级学府的美好学习生活，以最好的成绩去实现自己梦寐以求的理想。我想那将会是多么的美妙和有意义啊!

记得老师曾对我们说过：为理想奋斗的过程令人终生快乐、终生回味。它告诫我们凡事都是过程的产儿，没有了过程，一切都是虚无的，没有意义的。因此我们应该为自己的学业付出更多的努力，催生出生命中最美的理想之花。

各位毕业班的哥哥姐姐：你们就要离开一千多个日日夜夜朝夕相处的老师、同学、母校了，在这个漫长而又短暂的过程中，我们学校也和你们一样在不断地进步，这里面有学校领导的辛勤工作，各位老师的兢兢业业，当然也有你们的努力拼搏。离开了她，我知道你们的心情一定很复杂，八中的每个角落都印着你们走过的足迹。留有你们的欢声笑语。记录着你们经历的喜怒哀乐，请你们都一一地留在脑海。母校将为你们自豪、骄傲。

作为你们的学弟学妹，我们将时刻以你们为榜样，刻苦学习，努力拼搏，做好你们的接班人，将我们学校的优良传统发扬光大!

最后，祝参加2015年中考的同学能有完美的表现!

谢谢大家!

If this is last day-long, I think the majority of people can wait for death, but I cannot, I have to convene possess my friend meeting, early in the morning is looks

the sunrise, most loves the music ,I can bring above my MP3, together heartily plays with everybody, is happy. Does matter which I wants to do, works as this life is

one traveling, finally can listen the song, looks west setting sun under, stays behind extremely beautiful smiling face to world!

When people say the word "hero", what will you think? Do you have a hero in

your heart? Maybe your hero is a famous singer, a movie star or a great-man. But

my hero is around me, who gives me more love than others. She is my mother, the

hero in my heart. My mother isnt great in the way of a famous singer or a movie

star. She does nothing big, but what she does make others inferior. From her, I

learn a lot.

When I was a baby, she taught me how to walk and how to speak. When I go to

school, she helps me solve many problems. She also tells me be kind to others.

When I do badly in study, she encourages me and tries to cheer me up. My mother

is a teacher, and she is always busy with her work. When she corrects students

homework, she is always very serious. My mother is responsible to all of her

students. She cares much about students study and life, and she tries her best

to help students in need.

My mother is a loving mother, a qualified teacher, and a real hero in my

heart.

导语：我们很多知识都是通过书本得来的，通过书本，我们知道历史，了解了生活的方方面面，下面是yuwenmi小编为大家整理的优秀英语作文，欢迎阅读与借鉴，谢谢!

Speaking of reading, many people are excited because reading brings them both knowledge and entertainment. By reading, we can learn lots of information and know our history. But for some people, reading is not their priority. They will choose to watch movies to have fun. However, I think people can benefit a lot by reading.

First of all, reading can let us know what have happened in history. Since history is recorded in books, if we read books, then we can not only know what have happened in history but also we can better understand the great figures of the age.

Secondly, reading can enrich our knowledge. By reading, we can know different kinds of things, how things happen and how to avoid bad things from happening. Books record a wide range of things about life. Through reading, we can know various aspects of life.

All in all, we can find lots of benefits through reading.

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说到读书，很多人都感到很兴奋，读书不仅能带给他们知识，而且也能带给他们娱乐。通过读书，我们能得到很多信息，了解我们的历史。但是对于一部分人来说，阅读并不是他们的首选。他们会选择看电影来找乐子。但是，我认为，读书能让我们获益。

第一，读书能让我们知道历史。历史都被记录在书中，如果我们读书的话，我们不仅能了解历史上发生了的事，而且我们也能更加了解时代伟人。

第二，读书能让我们丰富我们的知识。通过读书，我们能了解很多事物，了解到事件是怎么发生的，怎么避免不利事件的发生。书本记录着社会的方方面面。通过读书，我们能了解生活的方方面面的知识。

总之，我们能够通过读书收获很多。

My room

Have a look at my room. It’s small but nice/beautiful. There is a big bed in my room. My hat and my school bag are on the bed, My bookcase is near the bed, My books are in the bookcase. My table is in front of the bookcase. My computer is on the table. My soccer ball is on the floor, under the table.And those are my CDs, They are in my backpack..

I have ever been to Hainan Island .I went there last summer.Have you ever

been to Hainan Island? It is the second largest island in China. It’s a

beautiful place. If you go there, you should walk along the beaches. The weather

in Hainan is very hot, so people like doing many water sports, such as scuba

diving, fishing, swimming, surfing and boating. One great thing about

Hainan is that you can try many kinds of sweet fruit in Hainan. If you go to

Hainan, I’m sure you will enjoy yourself

Speaking of patriotism, we can think of many patriotic heroes at once. Qu Yuan embraced a patriotic passion to vote in the MI Luo river, which became a thousand ancient songs; Yue Fei backed the thorns of "faithful to the country", and let the world praise them; Wen Tianxiang "lament the lonely ocean in the lonely ocean" and "leave the heart to take the heart of the Qing Dynasty"; Liu Hulans knife before the knife is not low, and Huangs eye is not afraid in front of the eye of the gun. They stand up in front of the achievements, major issues issues of right and wrong, shaking heaven and Earth Spirit of patriotism. Read their stories, often let us respect, admiration and reverence arise spontaneously.

Today, I read the "the most tender, the most pure patriotic heart" in "the Beidou star of the change of life", I deeply feel that the original spirit of patriotism can also be interpreted so. Yes, the 8 year old Xin Yues greatest wish before leaving the world was to stand in front of the Tiananmen to see the flag raising ceremony and listen to the national anthem. Who can say that this is not the most sacred love of patriotism? Are those 119 volunteers just willing to fulfill Xiao Xins wish? Is this not the most real expression of their patriotic feelings?

Patriotism is not necessarily vigorous. In fact, it is not far away. It is around us. Every time the flag raising ceremony, we stand upright and respectfully salute, this is patriotism; the teacher is a hard gardener, we respect the teacher, listen to their teaching, and let oneself become a useful talent for the future construction of the motherland, this is patriotism. We respect our elders and care for them. This is patriotism. Perhaps someone will be surprised: "are these simple behaviors patriotic?" Yes！ From the start, the simple side of things, we can be in front of major issues issues of right and wrong.

Students, let us down from the trivial little things, for the love of the motherland and contribute our utter innocence! Let the Beidou star guide us and illuminate our direction.

2015的寒假已经来临，高考也就不远了。应届毕业生网准备了这篇关于高考励志的文章，祝广大高三的学生春节愉快，高考胜利!

你，看到了悬挂在教室的“高考倒计时牌”了不?看着数字在一天天变革，你或喜悦，或担忧，或什么都不在乎，然而这究竟也改变不了高考的日期。那么，应该做些什么呢?

一、尽力

作为一名学生，而且是一名即将奔赴考场的学生，你还有何理由不去努力呢?明明知道前方就是自己空想的归属地，却依然在课堂上做小动作、说悄悄话、递小纸条、看小小说、听MP3，这怎能算得上是努力呢!倒头来，还弄的自己始终发牢骚“哎呀，高三真累”，孩子，这样做你能不累吗?明明看到老师精心地准备、认真耐心地讲解、周到地思维，你却给自己信心“这些货色，我全懂，再说，测验能出这样的题吗?” 孩子，你是明白还是糊涂呀，你怎么能用料想的心态来面对高考。高考是考核查基础常识的利用及综合才干的提升，假使我们对任何一个知识点都不加梳理，我们核能做到成竹在胸;倘若咱们不去加以对高考真题的研究，我们又如何明白考试的方向呢?

你常常在学习的刹那，眼神不由自主的环游起来，时而还发呆，难道此时此刻还有比“高考”还重要的吗?你说你成绩总是差，就这样下去，再好的常识点又怎么能轻易地、主动地进入你的耳朵呢?

二、再努力

你可能说“老师，据说我的高考高原期到了”，那么你就宁肯困扰，也不愿意连续努力吗?殊不知，高考的脚步仍在前行，它绝不会因为你的“高原期”而放慢了脚步，也正如刘翔在参加北京奥运会跨栏的时候，起跑后自己身体除了问题，但是比赛仍在进行，那么，掉队的那个是谁呢? 就一定是你。

你或者在抱怨“老师们，怎么老是反复强调这个错误呢?”你怎么不问自己“就这么一个问题，我还重复出了问题呢?” 高考后期的备考，弛缓又激烈，能够称得上是“无烟的战场”，每一处都是特别地敏感，每一处都会引起心的跳动。切实，有时候，作为老师，他们也晓得大家的不容易，也等候大家能取得令自己满意的成就，所以每当有点不尽人意的时候，你说，他能不给你指犯过错吗?他这样做，岂非不是为你负责的表现吗?

所以呢，对老师说的话，自己要决定性地、用心去聆听，由于咱们真的需要这些。

三、还要努力

孩子，请不要对高考说累。你说，那一个经历过高考的人不说累，但那只是常设的，你不是等待收获吗?收获的背地怎能不汗水呢?

高考难!太难了!对了，不难的话，它就不值得让中国上千万考生为之而拼;不难的话，那还能称作高考吗?不难的话，你将来的就业怎么办呢?

孩子，辛苦的孩子，你的累，父母、老师、社会都知道，然而这种获，他们却真的是替不了的。反过来说，他们难道为之不累吗?

The fields his study， nature was his book.

Travelers can choose different modes of transportation which have advantages and disadvantages. Airplanes are the fastest but also the most expensive. Buses and trains are less expensive， but they soon make you feel cramped and uncomfortable. Ships provide you with comfort unless you get seasick. Most people can afford traveling by bicycle， which， although slow， can limber up your muscles and get you closer to nature.

Passage Two

Questions 26 to 30 are based on the following passage.

The worlds environment is surprisingly healthy. Discuss. If that were an examination topic, most students would tear it apart, offering a long list of complaints: from local smog(烟雾)to global climate change, from the felling(砍伐)of forests to the extinction of species. The list would largely be accurate, the concern legitimate. Yet the students who should be given the highest marks would actually be those who agreed with the statement. The surprise is how good things are, not how bad.

After all, the worlds population has more than tripled during this century, and world output has risen hugely, so you would expect the earth itself to have been affected. Indeed, if people lived, consumed and produced things in the same way as they did in 1900 , the world by now would be a pretty disgusting place: smelly, dirty, toxic and dangerous.

But they dont. The reasons why they dont, and why the environment has not been ruined, have to do with prices, technological innovation, social change and government regulation in response to popular pressure. That is why todays environmental problems in the poor countries ought, in principle, to be solvable.

Raw materials have not run out, and show no sign of doing so. Logically, one day they must: the planet is a finite place. Yet it is also very big, and man is very ingenious. What has happened is that every time a material seems to be running short, the price has risen and, in response, people have looked for new sources of supply, tried to find ways to use less of the materials, or looked for a new substitute. For this reason prices for energy and for minerals have fallen in real terms during the century. The same is true for food. Prices fluctuate, in response to harvests, natural disasters and political instability; and when they rise, it takes some time before new sources of supply become available. But they always do, assisted by new farming and crop technology. The long-term trend has been downwards.

[英语阅读理解作文

新GRE改革，有人认为GRE阅读变难了。原因何在?这是因为改革后新GRE考试阅读重点考察考生的逻辑思维推断能力。相对老GRE阅读老说文章中少了不少论据，要想弄懂文章先要明白文章的来源。以下这篇文章教你如何了解新GRE阅读文章改写步骤及特点。

文章改写

所有的GRE阅读文章都不是照搬照抄原有的学术论文。其编写过程一般是出题机构先找到基本符合要求的源文章，然后根据出题机构的要求对文章进行相应的改编。具体来说可分为几下几个步骤：

1. 搜集源文章出题机构一般有自己固定的信息源和搜集信息的渠道。如ETS使用一个名为Source Finder的软件在Internet上自动检索数字论文库EBSCO中的文献，并从中提炼出符合各种考试风格要求的样本文章。

2. 改写出于版权限制，ETS用于实际考试的文章长度最多只能引用10%的原文长度。这种带着镣铐跳舞的结果是大量文章内容被改写，重写和删节。改写一般会大量使用分词及从句，使句子变得更紧凑、更严密。尽管改写后的文章会变得错综复杂，但出题机构会尽量保持文章中原有的鲜明态度以及较好的层次结构。如：文章一开始给出一个老观点，后来有人提出新观点，驳斥老观点，文章作者对这个新观点或完全同意、或持部分保留意见、或是做出有正有负的混合评价。

[ 新GRE阅读文章改写步骤及特点介绍

前不久，一位上海的大学老师遇到了麻烦。他把数位学生的成绩判为零分，因为他们的作业是从网上“荡”来的，不过恰好这几位学生是毕业生，事关能否毕业，不仅学生家长叫板，学校领导也认为这是个“麻烦制造者”。

即使不是老师，讲清“零分”的道理也不难。拷贝别人的东西，哪怕一百二十分的好，这个分数也应给别人。此处“零分”不代表你水平高低，而是一个态度，没有劳动自然没有收获，更谈不上收获大小。

道理总是有情境的。简单因而就变得复杂。

这里不想说学生和家长，关键是校方。众所周知，高校就业率关乎学校的招生和经费，是让人头疼的大事。高等教育在逐步普及，教育观念也在变。这些年出现了不少新的说辞，最典型的就是“学生是产品”。

貌似新颖的说法实际上掩藏着深刻的危机。作为产品的学生，在大学主导者看来，“产销对路”是主要关心的问题。能否“卖得出去”(找到工作)，是检验产品合格与否的标准;就业率的高低，也顺理成章地成为衡量“企业”(大学)生产效率的最重要指标。

从商品的逻辑来看，这似是无可厚非。在我们相当一批的主导者思路当中，尽管还扯着“教书育人”的大旗，但内在里“大学”已经与一般企业无异。于是，大学专业、课程设置、讲授方法的改革思路，也类似于市场营销，先做所谓的市场调研，寻找热点、空白点，形成差异化竞争，培养思路也是“重视实践、动手能力、贴近现实，讲究实用”等等不一而足。

我并非看不到种种改革的益处，也并非天真地以为所有的大学都应成为研究高深学问的“象牙塔”。但我坚定地认为，“大学”究竟是什么，它首先是不是一个“公司”，这是任何一位大学校长，乃至大学教师必须深入反思的问题。校方、家长、学生一致反对“零分”的出现，并非偶然。常听是大学老师的朋友说，大学生们最习惯性的问题是：这门课有什么用?按照这种思维方式，上面所说最简单的“零分”的道理，就成为最不合理的现象：因为影响到了“产品”销售。

古希腊先贤说过，“知识即美德”。在这种视野里，知识是我们探索世界、探索自我倚助的工具，是一个人智性和品格的成长，是在任何问题上独立运用自己心智的成熟过程。如果我们将起点改头换面为“知识即价钱”，则所有这些都成为次要或者可以被忽略的问题。我相信，在一场实用功利的狂欢中，日益变动不羁的市场，终究会以时间来惩罚我们。

判给学生零分，是需要勇气的。我佩服这位老师，他以行动提出了一个问题：大学生究竟应被看作是什么?

There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentleys father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude abounding here. Now we were here, post World War II, post Korean War, Vietnam War on the brink. So much learned, so much yet to learn.

Peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a Cooper Hawk that had smashed down through trees for a squealing rabbit, yap of a fox at a youngster, a skunk at rooting.

We had pitched camp in the near darkness, Ed LeBlanc, Brother Bentley, Walter Ruszkowski, myself. A dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. Now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a loggers path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought wed again have no traffic, came a growling engine, an old solid body van, a Chevy, the kind I had driven for Frankie Pike and the Lobster Pound in Lynn delivering lobsters throughout the Merrimack Valley. It had pre-WW II high fenders, a faded black paint on a body youd swear had been hammered out of corrugated steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. Two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer of ammunition on the band. They could have been conscripts for Emilano Zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.

"Mornin, been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. His hands were large, the fingers long and I could picture them in a shop barn working a primal plane across the face of a maple board. Custom-made, old elegance, those hands said.

"Barely had coffee," Ed LeBlanc said, the most vocal of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "Weve got a whole pot almost. Have what you want." The pot was pointed out sitting on a hunk of grill across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. The pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. Once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, wed gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though wed often unearth our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. Coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. It is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon in you, stoke last evenings cheese and pepperoni. First man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. That means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers of false dawn. I suspect thats where "scrambled eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. So, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.

英语作文阅读：AnEmptyBox

Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the familys only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw 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 with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"

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

But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Dont you know, young lady, " he said harshly, "when you give someone a present theres supposed to be something inside the package!"

The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, its not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."

The father was 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 was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.

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

There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

英语作文阅读：HappinessEquateswithFun

I live in Hollywood. 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 with fun. The truth is that fun and happiness have little or nothing in common. Fun is what we experience during an act. Happiness is what we experience after an act. It is a deeper, more abiding emotion.

Going to an amusement park or ball game, watching 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 when the fun ends.

I have often thought that if Hollywood stars have a role to play, it is to teach us that happiness has nothing to do with 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 way 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 with happiness, then pain must be equated with 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 work, and self-improvement.

英语作文阅读：TodayisaGift

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

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

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window 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 window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

英语作文阅读：IsPackingImportanttoYou

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealers showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited 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 how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young mans 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 was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was 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 away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his fathers house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his fathers important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.

With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealers name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".

How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we dont realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.

英语作文阅读：TheBabyEagle

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

The baby eagle liked the nest. It was the only world he had ever known. It was warm and comfortable, had a great view, 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 would swoop down from the sky and land in the nest and feed the baby eagle delicious morsels of food. She was like a god to him, he had no idea where she came from or how she worked her magic.

The baby eagle was hungry all the time, but the mother eagle would always come just in time with the food and love and attention he craved. The baby eagle grew strong. His vision grew very sharp. He felt good all the time.

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

The baby eagle was hungry. "Im sure to die," said the baby eagle, all the time.

"Very soon, death is coming," he cried, with tears streaming down his face. Over and over. But there was no one there to hear him.

Then one day the mother eagle appeared at the top of the mountain cliff, with a big bowl of delicious food and she looked down at her baby. The baby looked up at the mother and cried "Why did you abandon me? Im going to die any minute. How 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, with much anger. "How?"

The mother flew away.

The baby cried and cried and cried.

A few days later, "Im going to end it all," he said. "I give up. It is time for me to die."

He didnt know his mother was nearby. She swooped down to the nest with his last meal.

"Eat this, its your last meal," she said.

The baby cried, but he ate and whined and whined about what a bad mother she was.

"Youre 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. "Im dying Im dying," he cried. He picked up more speed.

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

He looked down.

The ground rushed closer, faster and faster. He could visualize his own death so clearly, coming so soon, and cried and whined and complained. "This isnt fair!" he screamed.

Something strange happens.

The air caught behind his arms and they snapped away from his body, with a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down and saw the sky. He wasnt moving towards the ground anymore, his eyes were pointed up at the sun.

"Huh?" he said. "What is going on here!"

"Youre flying," his mother said.

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

"Yes it is!" said the mother.

[英语作文阅读：The Three Fishermen

书是我一只美丽的小船。

在人生的海洋里，它载着我驶向许多奇妙的港口、岛屿，甚至是险峻的礁岩。

无论在丽日还是有风的天气里，我和它一起，在碧波或恶浪中行进。仿佛有只看不见的手，指点着那些像海市蜃楼一样的风光和人物；仿佛有个神奇的嘴，发出船底和波浪日夜荡出的水声，不停地给你讲生活中的哲理，幻想各种各样的现实。

我是一个酷爱阅读的女生，家里的书柜都摆满了书，我每天晚上没事的时候总会坐在床上看书。高尔基曾说过：我扑在书上就像饥饿的人扑在面包上。现在这句话已经成为人人知道的名言了。由此可见，书，是离不开我们的；书，可以让我们开阔视野，还可以让我们了解到更多的知识。

前几天，我刚刚看完了一本书，书的名字叫《鲁滨逊漂流记》一开始，我刚看了几次，就爱不释手了，恨不得不吃饭，不喝水，不睡觉，一天之内把这本书看完。可是，这是不可能的事……终于看完了，这本书教会了我们该怎么生存，要有顽强的毅力，碰到困难千万不能退缩的道理。

好书就像沙漠里的指南针，又像黑夜里的北极星，时时刻刻都默默的为人们导航，指引正确的方向。好书是益友，它着实让我获益匪浅，不仅仅使我开阔视野、能说会道，更是给了我做人的道理，学会了宽容。好书打磨我、塑造我、雕琢我。一路上的欢笑与悲伤，是它陪伴我，我爱读书，永远……

这是一只不会沉的船，风浪不会把它吞没，大火也不能把它烧光；这是一只不知疲倦的船，它一直航行下去，不寻求任何栖息的港湾。

在这只船上，我变得越来越清醒，我也变得越来越充实，而且和它一样，祈求更远更险的航行。

[酷爱阅读学生作文300字

Most westerners always celebrate Christmas Day as their major festival， in order to memorialize Jesus.During that time， they always have several days off， so they can enjoy this festival with all their hearts.The children often get together with their friends.The adults are busy with decorating their houses.They also send the postcards with their best wishes to each other. In the streets， there are so many Fathers Christmas sending presents to the passers-by.And everything is on a discount in the supermarkets.Thus the supermarkets are the busiest places.

In the evening， the families usually have pudding， sandwiches， apple pies and some other desserts for dinner.After supper， the families always sing and dance around the Christmas tree.Sometimes， they also go to church.Before going to bed， the children often hang up their stockings beside their bed， so that Father Christmas will fill them with presents.It is said that Father Christmas always drives a deer to the human world and entering into each house from the chimney.Now the children no longer believe in Father Christmas， but they still hang up their stockings， because their parents will fill them with presents.

Reading is playing an important part in my daily life.Reading can make us enjoy our life.Reading has numerous advantages.Reading helps us to work engeretically.

There are a varity of books for us to choose from,like history books,science books,literary books and so on.I like history books very much.First of all,reading books can widen my knowledge of customs,cultures and life styles of different places and countries.Seondly,I can make friends through reading more books.I can share my opinion with my new friends who like reading history books too.Finally,reading is the best way of pastime.

In a word,we can benefit a lot from reading.It is worth spending the time reading books.