阅读名著的重要性的英语作文四级（精彩19篇）

I like reading very much because reading is the ladder of human progress. What’s more, reading brings us not only endless fun but also opportunities.

There are many available books for us to choose from, like history books, science books, literary books and so no. But what interests me most in history books---over the long course of history, the Chinese nation has witnessed changes of dynasties, transfers of governments, and foreign powers in modern history. This makes me realize the great responsibility of the development of the motherland. Therefore, we should study hard for the rise of the Chinese.

I sincerely hope that everyone can absorb more nutrients and cultivate a more noble character through reading.

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.”

如果我们有一本书,我们不会感觉的孤独

当我免费或陷入困境时,我总是拿出一本书,安静地阅读。在没时间,我把我的心放在它,这样我就会忘记所有的烦恼。通过这种方式,我在任何时候形成阅读的习惯。

小男孩在我,我感兴趣的照片书和故事书。我被他们。我走进中学比我刚开始阅读小说、剧本、散文等等。我发现我能得到多少。渐渐地我带着极大的兴趣在文学和上学期我在作文比赛中得了第一名哲江中学学生。

阅读“皇帝的新衣”,我不得不发出一阵笑声在他的傻瓜。“卖火柴的小女孩”不能阻止我哭她的痛苦。“鲁宾逊漂流记”带我到一个陌生的世界充满了危险。我也深深打动了海伦·凯勒的耐心和毅力…除了这些,书也告诉我其他的事情——一个男人以及如何区分对与错。总之,好的书可以让我知道我没有之前。所以我认为一本好书是最好的朋友。

我永远不会忘记这个著名的说:“好书是最好的朋友对我们从不转背。”

看《小王子》的时候，没有读言情小说的内心跌宕，更没有读悬疑小说的“求知若渴”，只是慢慢的，像溪水一样静静的流淌。不管怎样，溪水也是美丽的，偶尔出现的插画多少会有些惊喜，时不时的一些小哲理也会让内心有所触动。当我耐着性子将整本书读完的时候，我居然会有种淡淡的伤感。明明像是给孩子看的童书，我怎么没有收获灰姑娘的完美结局感呢?

我焦虑不安的去寻找这份悲伤的来源，到底是这本书的那一部分让我这个成年人难过了呢?哦，应该是最后一部分，主人公讲完了他和小王子六年前相遇的故事。六年了，每一个细节他都记得那么清楚，他担心小王子的星球会不会被绵羊吃掉，这对他而言是非常重要而正经的事情。他常常会看着天上的星星，因为小王子就在某个星球上笑，看星星就像看到了五亿个小铃铛在微笑。他画出了小王子在地球上消失的地方，希望去往非洲沙漠的朋友如果碰到了小王子能写信通知他。他那么深切的思念着他的小王子，那个把他驯服的小孩。

哦，不对，最让人难过的应该是倒数第二部分，主人公和小王子真正分别的那一刻。在地球上已经生活了一周年的小王子要回到自己的星球了，他安慰他的朋友说“当你抬头看夜空的时候，因为我住在某颗星星上面，因为我会在某颗星星上面笑，所以对你来说，就好像所有的星星都在笑，那时你将拥有会笑的星星。”小王子总是能用简单的话说出大人看不见的道理。

《小王子》除了伤感，就没有别的了吗?如果非要问还有什么，我会整理下情绪，和大家讲讲小王子和狐狸的故事。在这一部分中，狐狸说出了很多让人相看恨晚的话。比如，他告诉小王子“如果你训化了我，那我们就会彼此需要，你对我来说就是独一无二的，我对你来说也是独一无二的”。当小王子说要去结识更多的朋友，了解更多的事情，狐狸说“你只能了解你训化的东西”。当小王子要离开去远方的时候，狐狸告诉了他一个秘密“看东西只有用心才能看到，重要的东西用眼睛是看不到的”。

当我读到上面这一部分的时候，我想到了爱情。这个世界上有那么多男男女女，而爱情就是彼此驯化的。对于你爱的那个人来说，他是那么的与众不同，因为你曾走进他的生活，为他的喜怒哀乐而欢乐悲伤过。“正是因为你为你的玫瑰付出的时间，使得你的玫瑰是如此的重要。”狐狸的话套用在这里再适合不过了。

说起玫瑰花，就不得不说小王子为什么要离开自己的星球了，原来是因为他和自己的玫瑰花闹别扭了。玫瑰花喜欢随口说些让他不开心的话，现在的小王子后悔不已，他说“我应该看她的行动，而不是听她的言语。她为我散发芬芳，点亮生活。我不应该离开她，我应该看出藏在她那些小把戏后面的柔情”。

当小王子遇到狐狸之前，他还遇到过国王、虚荣的人、爱喝酒的人、做生意的人、掌灯的人和地理学家。对于这些所谓的大人，小王子都觉得他们奇怪极了，他们做着“正经事”，但在小王子眼里，真正的正经事却不是这些。

当我从后往前的将《小王子》又翻看了一遍时，我才发现正文之前分明写着这是一本献给大人的书。大人啊大人，往往急不可耐的想要看到精彩的情节来完成这篇读后感，却忽略了读书本身的意义。

这真是一本给大人写的书，因为对小孩子而言，都是写理所当然的事情，无需看书去明白和体会的。而大人们，在逐渐世俗生活中好像忘记的当初的自己，习惯了用眼睛去看，却不记得如何用心去看了。

Reading can broaden the knowledge.

When you use knowledge, you will find you to less; God read volumes, such as writing; Knowledge is power. Books are the ladder of human progress. The book has its own gold room... Through the ages, many celebrities gave us a lot about reading the quote.

I have many hobbies, such as: sports, tennis, table tennis, etc. However, my favorite is reading. This year, I just read the sixth grade, but I have seen a lot of books. Such as "journey to the west", the romance of The Three Kingdoms ", "water margin", "how the steel was tempered, gave me a lot of enlightenment.

I didnt read a lot of things all dont understand, what things can eat, what cannot eat, what should do, what should not do. Since reading the book, know a lot of things. For example: when I was a kid, I dont like to tube my mother, mother told me to do things, I am more enthusiastic, and mother. Now, my mother called me to do things, I also went to dry.

From then on, I will put to read on my schedule of learning, I find time to read every day, I also invented a word: read a good book, good books to read, read good books!

I must have a good reading, to the next level!

阅读可以拓宽知识面。

书到用时方恨少;阅读破万卷，下笔如有神;知识就是力量;书是人类进步的阶梯;书中自有黄金屋……古往今来，许多名人给我们留下了许多有关阅读的名句。

我有很多爱好，比如说：体育、网球、乒乓球等。不过，我最喜欢的还是阅读。今年，我才读六年级，可我已看了很多书。比如《西游记》、三国演义》、《水浒传》、《钢铁是怎样炼成的》，给了我许多启迪。

我没有阅读的时候，很多事情都不懂，什么东西可以吃，什么东西不能吃，什么事应该干，什么事不应该干。自从读了书后，懂得了很多事。比如：小时候，我很不喜欢妈妈来管我，妈妈叫我干事情，我就偏不干，和妈妈叫板。现在，妈妈叫我去做事，我也就去干了。

从此，我就把阅读列入了我的学习日程中，我每天挤出时间阅读，我还自创了一句话：读好书，书读好，好书读!

我一定要好好阅读，更上一层楼!

书中最让我钦佩的人物形象是瑞宣的妻子韵梅，和诗人钱默吟。韵梅即会持家又懂规矩，还为祁老太爷生了一双重孙，深得老太爷的喜欢，婆婆又病弱，韵梅理所当然的担起了一家老小的吃喝穿戴。她是天生的好脾气，似乎是与生俱来的家庭责任感任感，促使她劳任怨的照顾着一家人的日常生活，极尽所能的让全家人过得顺心，她和婆婆一样，本分的做着女人，不参与该属于男人的事，但家中每一个人的一举一动都牵着她们的心。北平沦陷，抗日战争爆发，动荡的社会，生活的贫困和折磨，让一个纯粹的家庭妇女走出了家庭，她的心里不再只有小家，而是国家。在韵梅的身上，我看到了北平乃至整个中国的普通女人，由只会围着锅台转，只会顾及一家老小的生活，而变得更具责任感，这个责任感是对国家的。她们虽然不能象男人一样亲临战地，但她们的勇敢和坚定，是对家人和亲人的最大的理解和支持。

活在自己世界里的钱默吟，与世无争，每天就是浇花，看书，画画，吟诗。默吟二字是他本来性格的最真写照。在胡同里的人看来，钱诗人有些清高和高深莫测。在沉默中爆发的钱诗人，在不为人知的角落里，积极做着抗日的工作，他劝说年轻人离开北平，参与到抗战的队伍中，他的行动感染着更多的人。钱诗人的人物形象，代表了千千万万知识分子，由只喜自己闲情逸志，到主动参与抗日，可以说由被动变为主动的转型。大多数北平人，大多数中国人，正是经历了惶惑，偷生，最后觉醒。觉醒后的中国，是任何力量也无法抵挡的猛狮，北平那个年代是，现在更是。

《四世同堂》的最后，是一个喜庆的场面，抗日战争胜利了，小羊圈胡同的人欢迎从狱中出来的钱诗人。钱诗人“外表上病没有什么英雄气概，浑身满布战争的创伤。”是的，抗日战争的胜利依靠人民群众，无论哪朝哪代，人民群众都是社会的主体力量。

不能不提姥爷，不能不提姥爷的四世同堂。

18岁参加革命的姥爷，担任过地下党艰苦危险的工作，解放后领导职务，时被拉上台，后又恢复领导职务，离休后安享平淡的日子。姥爷的前半生，可谓起伏跌宕，一波三折。总想有机会听听姥爷讲讲他在战争时期的经历，可惜一直不能有大段的时间呆在姥爷身边。总是在每次到姥爷家时，深深的感受着他的宁静和幸福，四世同堂带来的幸福。并非有意将姥爷的四世同堂和老舍先生笔下的四世同堂相比，但确是在眼前的，时代不同，四世同堂的老人享受的日子也不同。每一个人的生活，原本都是和国家相连的。

After a long cold winter when I have rarely been out on my bike, the weather has finally turned warmer and even sunny occasionally. Yesterday I had a surprise call from Tom suggesting we turn out for a short ride. This being my intention anyway I gladly agreed and we met up at Jiedaokou Station at about ten o’clock.

As Tom has a permanent Sunday Lunch appointment at 12-30pm we opted to make a round trip to Hannan . The weather was cloudy but dry and as we were both a bit out of condition after a long winter lay off we took the easy option of taking the train to Shiyan to get us on top of the ridge with an easy start for the trip.

A long coast down to Jiangtan and straight on to Mount End saw us climbing up to Zhongshan Park. The climb got stiffer but still Tom kept on riding. Gritting my teeth I followed on and crested the hill, Then the usual Essex switchback with an enforced short walk for both of us part way along saw us at Tawny common. Round the common we went, to the Mole Trap, an erstwhile rough old country pub now tarted up for the motorists. I don’t go in there any more, so we sat on the adjacent public seat for a while and a short natter.

Time enough to break away, Tom to his lunch appointment, me for home by way of theYellow Crane Tower and Changjiang Bridge. See you in a while, crocodile! I arrived home about 2 o’clock. Just in time for my own Sunday lunch .

[阅读初中英语作文

经典有许多，如：弟子规、三字经、书法、国画等，但我却独钟情于古诗。中国传统古诗文化博大精深，古诗是传统文化园圃中最璀璨的一支奇葩。找在两千多年前，我我们的祖先就已经用诗歌来记录他们的生活，表达他们的思想和感情。

阅读，可以开阔视野，获取新知;阅读，可以跨越时空，纵横古今中外;阅读，还可以和圣贤对话，与经典同行。杜甫说：“读书破万卷，下笔如有神。”的确，取得作文高分的同学都有相同的诀窍——喜欢课外阅读经典。因为可以从阅读中学到一些好词佳句。如：在写作、日常生活中都可以运用到古诗，抒发自己的情感。

经典就似一位朋友!这位朋友会把我们带进世界文学的宝库，让我们阅览中华民族的经典，领略世界名篇的精彩。这位朋友会告诉我：经典是一席视觉盛宴，美味绝伦;经典是一曲雄伟浩大的交响乐，震天动地，歌颂人生;经典是一面皎洁的光芒灵镜，照射人生;经典是一把智慧钥匙，开启心灵。

我们读经典，读人生，读社会，读智慧，让我们成为有知识、有道德、有智慧的人。经典是幻想天地的精彩，是世界儿童的欢歌，是祖先流淌亲情的甘露，是奔放浪漫的神话!让我们与圣人对话、与智慧对话、与经典对话。

我爱经典、愿经典与我同行，与我成长，与我飞翔!

People have to spend so many years to go to school before they can be independent and earn money. We are told that reading books is good for us, but the fact is that we may find many bosses go to work in the early age and they don’t read many books. In fact, reading books doesn’t mean the person can make a lot of money, but reading books can broaden a person vision.

Books provide us all kinds of knowledge, we can see the different sceneries, reading the books is like traveling to different places. What’s more, we can considerate things in different viewpoints. When we face difficulties, we will treat them in the peaceful way, we won’t lose our way, because we believe things will change one day, we have hope in our hearts. Reading books makes us have a good attitude towards life.

There is no denying that people can get a lot benefits from reading classics. On the one hand, it is a good way for readers to broaden their horizon and increase their knowledge in many aspects. For instance, they can learn the society characters by reading classic literature novels about history or culture. On the other hand, it also provides a chance for them to enhance their aesthetic taste in that most of classics has a very beautiful or unique language style and arts, which gives readers more enjoyment and interest.

不可否认的是人们从阅读经典中可以获益匪浅。另一方面，阅读经典也是让读者开阔视野、多方面增加知识的好方式。例如，他们可以通过阅读关于历史和文化的文学经典小说来了解社会人物。另一方面，阅读经典还为他们提供增强审美观的机会，因为大部分的经典都有着美丽而独特的语言风格和艺术，这可以给读者更多的享受和兴趣。

However, nowadays a large number of people, especially the young, are unwilling to or cannot spend their times in reading classics. There are some reasons accounting for the phenomenon and I would like to state two of them. For one thing, people are distracted by other things increasingly, which can give their more joy and fun and have no requirement in thinking, such as all kinds of entertainment activities. For another, some people think that it is no use of reading classics because these classics are outdated and useless to our society and lives.

然而，如今许多人，尤其是年轻人，不愿意或不能花时间去阅读经典。对于这一现象有很多原因，这里我只想列出两点。一方面，越来越多的人被由其他的东西分散了注意力，它们可以给他们更多的乐趣也不用思考，如各种娱乐活动。另一方面，有些人认为阅读经典是没有用的，因为这些经典著作在我们的社会和生活中已经过时了而且也没有用。

In my opinion, it is wrong to consider classics as an outdated matter because it still has many important functions and influence on our society and our lives. Classics are a kind of treasure in a nation. Therefore, we should give enough attention to them. And I advocate that all of us should try our best to read some of them.

在我看来，把经典著作看作是过时的东西是错误的，因为它在我们的社会和生活中仍然有重要的作用和影响。经典是一个国家的一种财富。因此，我们应该给予足够的重视。我认为我们都应该尽量去读一些书。

导语：《茶花女》故事讲述了一个青年人与巴黎上流社会一位交际花曲折凄婉的爱情故事。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!

I read the Chinese version of “Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by the main character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas, fils, is the story of Marguerite Gautier, a young courtesan, or kept woman, in Paris in the mid 1800s, and how she falls in love with a young man, Armand Duval, and then tries to escape from her questionable past. Unfortunately, it comes back to haunt her and she ends up returning to that life and dies painfully and alone, but with the knowledge that she was a noble woman at heart. When I first began to read the book, I did not care for Marguerite or her attitude or lifestyle, but as I got further into the narrative, I realized that her saucy attitude was a front to cover the lonely woman that she really was. She felt used, abused and unloved, until the gentle Armand Duval came into her life and showed her that he loved her as a person and not for what she could do for him. It must have taken great courage for Marguerite to leave the life she had lived for so long, knowing all along that it was probably too good to be true and would not last indefinitely. And it also showed that Marguerite really loved Armand Duval for she could even change herself for him.

However, happiness didn’t last for long. When M. Duval, Armands father, came to her, pleading for her to leave Armand to save both Armands reputation and that of his younger innocent sister, Marguerite saw a way to become pure of heart, if not in body. She felt that it was her duty, because she loved Armand so much, to do this even though it meant giving up her own happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantly returned to her former life, knowing that some day Armand would forgive her. Sadly, she died in debt and basically alone, except for her one female friend, Julie Duprat, who helped her during her illness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death, explaining why she had made the choices she had. I think Dumass last few lines about Marguerite being the exception, not the rule were quite true, and I also agreed with his view that while her lifestyle could not be condoned, we as a society assume that all of these type of women are cold and heartless, while this may not always be the case. A person can make the wrong choices in life when they are young, and try to redeem themselves, but sometimes past situations prevent them from changing their lives, even though they desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and women in many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime; drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems; poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact, which exists in the whole society.

As far as the other characters in the book, I think Marguerite was right in saying that no one truly cared about her, but only wanted something from her, the only exceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course, the Comte de G. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The Duke needed to “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could never replace his dead daughter. If he truly cared, he could have helped her leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly, Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.

Last morning, when tiding my bookshelf, I took this book out of the shelf, and a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. I held it against the morning light and blew on it. The soft breeze carried it away. Camille is just like the camellia, she could never escape from the destiny of withering. But it wasn’t her fault; it’s because of the evil of Capitalism and the hideousness of that society.

Suddenly, I remembered a saying: “Women are like the flowers”. Those pretty women are like those beautiful flowers; their delicate beauty makes people feel they are the miracle of life. However, even the God envies their beauty. It seems that beautiful women always have tragic endings. As we are normal persons, even we can see the hideousness of humanity that results in their fate of withering, we can at most ask quietly in our hearts: Where have those beautiful flowers gone? Where have they gone?

又是周一啦，每个周一的早晨我们都会有班会课，班会课讲了什么呢?陈老师说可以讲班级的事情也可以讲国家大事。今天我们班会的主题是【班级里的行为规范】，我有时行为规范有点不好，但是请老师相信我我一定会慢慢努力做个行为规范好的学生。

今天英语课的9月悦读故事我非常喜欢，回家妈妈帮我下载之后我听了很多遍，真的很好听哦!

意外的惊喜：妈妈下班回家送了一盆我期待已久的含羞草给我，我会好好养护它的，每天帮它浇水，仔细观察它的生长情况，我还可以用显微镜来观察它的叶子哦。

当我跷着二郎腿坐在沙发上，嘴里咬着可爱多，眼睛盯着“熊出没”还没忘指挥奶奶打开空调的时候，妈妈笑盈盈地拿给我一本书，原来是高尔基的《童年》。

我不情愿地翻开书本，看了几页，就被里面的故事深深地震撼了。

《童年》是高尔基以自身经历为原型创作的自传体小说三部曲中的第一部。高尔基生于一个木工家庭。3岁父亲去世,随母亲寄居外祖父家。由于家业开始衰落，外祖父变得也专横暴躁。阿廖沙(高尔基的乳名)的两个舅舅为了分家和侵吞阿廖沙母亲的嫁妆而不断地争吵、斗殴。一天，阿廖沙出于好奇，又受表哥怂恿，把一块白桌布投进染缸里染成了蓝色，结果被外祖父打得失去了知觉，并害了一场大病。

看到这里，我不禁流泪了，小阿廖沙该多么痛苦，没有自己的家，没有快乐，没有爱，高尔基该怎么活下去啊?幸好看到后面，我得知阿廖沙有个善良的外祖母，是她让小阿廖沙知道了什么是善良，让他有了生活的勇气和信心。

一个暑假，小阿廖沙的命运一直让我揪着心，妈妈告诉我，高尔基后来成为了苏联著名的作家、诗人。这个结局又一次触动了我。一个三岁就没有了书读，周围生活环境如此恶劣，他是多么倔强而又坚强地生活了下来。

《童年》里的小主人公和我们差不多大的年龄，再看看我们，我不禁脸红了，我和我的同学们被我们的父母像掌上明珠一样捧在手心，可我们认为一切都理所当然，我们互相攀比谁的衣服穿得更漂亮，我们把大好的假期时光花在游戏和动画片里，前几天，我的一位同学说放假了让她妈妈给她买个苹果手机，如果不买就绝食。

我不禁陷入了深深的沉思，看了这本书，我知道了爱和善良对于人生的意义。相对于高尔基，今天的我们有着完美的父爱母爱以及周围的亲属对我们的爱，除此之外，家庭和社会提供给我们接受教育的环境。如果我们再不做得更好，我们还有何话说呢?

“妈妈，我们再去书店买几本书吧!除了名著，还有语文数学方面的书!”我再次从椅子上弹了起来，我决定不再做只知道吃、玩、享受的小孩，我要做像高尔基一样耐得了苦，懂得了爱，珍惜现在的时间，珍惜所拥有的一切的人。

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

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

As a correspondent of the Qingdao Morning News, I visited Dr. James Gilman, the President of the International Committee for Marco Polo Studies in England. In this picture, this is James, and this is me and we are looking at a dragon’s tooth. This is a true story.

65 years ago, James lived in Qingdao. Then he was only 5 years old. He often visited the Aquarium and was fascinated by a creature on display there, which he thought was a dragon. He was afraid of its sharp teeth and wanted one to keep as a treasure.

In the late 1930s, when the Japanese occupied Qingdao, his family had to leave. On his last day in Qingdao, he ran to the Aquarium and pulled out one of the teeth from the dragon’s mouth.

He kept the tooth for the next 65 years, but the feeling of guilt at having stolen it was there in the background all through his life. It was always on his conscience, and the feeling intensified as he became older. Finally he decided to put right his childish error. In 2002, he visited Qingdao and returned it to the Aquarium with his sincere apologies. He received a warm welcome.

When James visited Qingdao, I accompanied him all the time and reported on his visit. I was deeply touched by his honesty. It has taught me a lot. I think to err is human. The important thing is to have the courage to admit and correct one’s error.

Honesty is a vital quality of human behaviour. So we should try to keep an honest mind in everything we say and do. I would like to say to all of my friends: Let’s be honest people of good moral character.

上课了，老师神秘地拿出了一本书，问我们：“书皮上有什么？”“小怪物！”

“小魔鬼！”

“小妖精！”同学们说什么的都有。

我不听他们说，我要用自己的火眼金睛观察。“是一个小魔怪。”我信心十足地说。不过，老师到底想干什么呢？难道是向我们推销书？不对，因为老师把书名遮住了。

到底要干什么嘛？我满怀期待。老师拿起书，揭开盖住书名的纸条，清了清嗓子说：“今天，我们全班同学要共读这本有趣的书。”

“耶！”全班同学发出欢呼。

老师翻开一页。“从前，有一个十分善良的小魔怪，但他从不吃人，他想上学，他的爸爸妈妈不同意。后来小魔怪说服爸爸妈妈去上学，晚上回来给爸爸妈妈吗讲了很多故事。特别是一本做饭的书，一家人读了以后，他们不再吃人，吃蛋糕和米饭了。小魔怪过生日时，他请了好多小朋友到他家里玩，当小朋友们到了门口，他才想起来爸爸妈妈会吃人的，可是那一天，爸爸妈妈和小朋友们都玩疯了，可开心了，而且决定以后再也不吃人了。

老师为什么要与我们共读这本书呢？我想，老师想让我们知识更丰富，而且明白阅读的作用。是什么让吃人的魔怪和人类成为好朋友？这就是阅读的力量！

这本书让我懂得阅读的重要，阅读是人和兽的区别。我明白了自己不读书是可怜的，今后一定要成为一个爱读书的孩子。

《西游记》，一本能够震撼世界的小说。书中人物形象逼真，描写传奇，让人不得不怀疑这本书内所描写的故事到底是真是假。我也被书内的故事情节深深地吸引住了。

《西游记》中为我们塑造了四个鲜明的人物形象：善良正直，胆小如鼠的唐僧;本领高强，顽皮好动的孙悟空;贪财好色，善良嘴馋的猪八戒;沉默寡言的，为人耿直的沙僧。他们几个在一起，形成了鲜明的对比。

孙悟空一路上降妖除魔，像“大闹天宫”“三打白骨精”等一些家喻户晓的神话故事都是发生在他的身上。孙悟空也是我在此书中最喜欢的角色。因为他神通广大、技艺高超，保护唐僧等一路西天取经。而且在他的身上有一股蛮劲儿，凡事不做则罢，一旦要做，必定有始有终，我十分欣赏他的这一点。他还敢于挑战，不欺软怕硬，敢于同比他强大的势力做斗争。

而八戒则不同，他好吃懒惰，贪财好色。有时会撒个谎儿，可他嘴巴笨拙，又说不好，所以经常闹出笑话来。但是他有一点精神十分可贵，他在战斗中从不退缩，总是尽自己最大的努力去与敌人对抗。

唐僧和沙僧就更不同了，用现在的话说就是“慢热型”，他俩给人的感觉就是不急不慌的。但是唐僧为人善良，他慈眉善目的，许多人都愿意与他交往。沙僧随性子慢，但外表不俗，粗中有细，心地善良。

他们一行四人虽性格不同，武功高低不一，但他们十分团结，他们在取经的旅途中遇到了重重困难、坎坷，但他们都克服了，他们团结一心，走过了万水千山，最后迎接他们的，只有成功!

人生也是如此，只要你和你的伙伴团结一心，不怕困难，那你剩下的就只有成功，加油!

导语：一个有礼貌的人往往被认为是更值得信赖、更随和的，这有助于他结交到更多的朋友，得到别人的帮助。下面是yuwenmi小编为大家整理的关于礼貌的英语作文，欢迎阅读与借鉴，谢谢!

No matter when and where, in no circumstances can we deny the great importance of manners.

Firstly, a person with good manners is often considered to be more trustworthy and easygoing, which helps him make more friends and get needed help from others. Besides, people are more willing to show their respect to the polite people and cooperate with them, bringing them many opportunities to change. Still most importantly, being polite helps reduce misunderstanding between people, contributing to a harmonious and enjoyable relationships.

【参考翻译】

无论何时何地，我们都不会否认礼貌的重要性。

首先，一个有礼貌的人往往被认为是更值得信赖、更随和的，这有助于他结交到更多的朋友，得到别人的帮助。此外，人们更愿意尊重有礼貌的人，与他们合作，这会为他们带来很可以改变的机会。还有最重要的是，礼貌有助于减少人们之间的误解，促进和谐、愉快的关系。

I like reading, reading and listening. Comic books, picture books and storybooks and popular science books, I like it.

When I was small, mom and dad told me "the frog prince" and "the thumb girl", "journey to the west" and other stories. A little bit grow up, parents also teach me some poems, what "again before Wang Xietang yan, flying off the shelves." , what "children meet strangers, smile ask the guest where to." Wait, I to now still fresh. It was also at that time, I feel the pleasure of listening, reading and reading. And promise, grow up, must use a lot of books to enrich their extracurricular knowledge.

我喜欢读书、看书和听书。无论是漫画书、小人书、故事书还是科普书，我都很喜欢。

在我还很小的时候，爸爸、妈妈就给我讲了《青蛙王子》、《拇指姑娘》、《西游记》等故事。稍微长大一点，父母又教我一些诗词，什么“又是王谢堂前燕，飞入寻常百姓家。”，什么“儿童相见不相识，笑问客从何处来。”等等，我到现在仍然记忆犹新。也正是在那时，我感到了听书、看书和读书的乐趣。并且立下誓言，长大以后，一定要用许许多多的书来丰富自己的课外知识。

1. Love is the uncomplaining and unregretful teaching of the young, although it is dull and ignorant; Love is to love my lover without my unselfish devotion, and let the mountain fall and run away. Love is the caring for the elders who have no day and night. Love is the boundless yearning for the motherland, ren is displaced and not forgotten.

2Love is a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, which can be sprinkled on your heart to make you feel a little warm. Love is a rain in the land, and it falls on your heart and makes you feel refreshed. Love is a clear spring in the boundless desert, which flows into your heart and makes you feel moist.

3Love is the spring breeze, it can spread the vitality; Love is fire, always warm your heart; Love is a flower that summons march.

4. Love is tears, coagulation of human feelings; Love is love, blossoming sincere flower; Love is flower, overflowing with happy smile; Love is laughter and it is passed to every corner.

5Love is a round sun shining bright red flowers; Love is a fresh spring, moistening the dry grass; Love is a flower with a fragrant fragrance.

6Love is a lamp that lights our way. Love is a path that lays the foundation for our success. Love is a huge stone, paving our victory avenue.

7Love is a clear spring in the desert that gives you hope when you are on the verge of death. Love is a bonfire in the cold that gives you warmth when you need it. Love is a ray of sunshine in the dark and lend a helping hand when you are helpless.

8Love is a drop of water that moistens the heart. Love is the sun that illuminates mans path. Love is a clear spring, can wash peoples morals.

9Love is the wind that brings a little coolness in the heat; Love is the rain, in the long drought, moistens a square of soil; 10Love is water, when thirst is the time to obtain a ray of hope; Love is fire, and when it is cold, it is warm...

11Love is a little help in difficulties. Love is a soothing comfort in pain; Love is a meticulous care of sickness.