英语美文诵读有利于培养学生的英语语感,提高学生表达的准确性,丰富学生的英语口头表达内容,发展学生的英语听、说、写能力。下面是小编带来的经典英文美文阅读，欢迎阅读!

经典英文美文阅读篇一

After A Long Winter

Up earlier than usual. The air is calling. Spring air is different from winter air. Tree branches are serrated with red bud teeth. Later, they grow chartreuse fuzz, making pale green auras in the sun. Summer leaves will be dark, shading, but spring leaves let the light through. Spring trees glow in the daytime, spreading translucent canopies. The birds are out, racketing their news from bush to branch. Cats are still curled up on fire escapes. They are in no hurry to get about in the brisk morning air. They know it will warm up later. They are watching the birds. They can wait.

The air is clear, clean, cool. The smells are tiny smells, little whiffs of green, a ribbon of brown mud, the blue smell of the sky. Midday is mild enough for shirtsleeves. I eat my lunch outside, sitting on a warm brick wall. The breeze lifts my hair and riffles the edge of my skirt. I have to squint. Everything tastes better.

Until today I had been too huddled in my winter coat to notice the quiet coming of flowers. Suddenly, daffodils smile in my face, parrot tulips wave their beaky petals, and fragrant white blossoms are pinned to dogwood trees like bows in a young girl's hair.

The evening is soft, I need my thin jacket. It's still light out when I walk home from the Metro. I could walk for hours. Like a kid playing street games with her friends, I don't want to go in. When I went to work this morning, I left my windows open. Spring came in through the screens while I was gone. It's as if I had used a big silver key and rolled back the roof like a lid on a sardine can. The indoors smell like the outdoors. It will be like lying down in the grass to sleep. The sheets are cool. The quilt is warm. The light fades outside my windows. This weekend, I think I'll wash my car.

经典英文美文阅读篇二

Clouds

Touch me. Don't be afraid. I can't hurt you. Go ahead and touch my smooth surface. Feel the I’ve opened the curtain of my east window here above the computer, and I sit now in a holy theater before a sky-blue stage. A little cloud above the neighbor’s trees resembles Jimmy Durante’s nose for a while, then becomes amorphous as it slips on north. Other clouds follow: big and little and tiny on their march toward whereness. Wisps of them lead or droop because there must always be leading and drooping.

The trees seem to laugh at the clouds while yet reaching for them with swaying branches. Trees must think that they are real, rooted, somebody, and that perhaps the clouds are only tickled water which sometimes blocks their sun. But trees are clouds too, of green leaves—clouds that only move a little. Trees grow and change and dissipate like their airborne cousins.

And what am I but a cloud of thoughts and feelings and aspirations? Don’t I put out tentative mists here and there? Don’t I occasionally appear to other people as a ridiculous shape of thoughts without my intending to? Don’t I drift toward the north when I feel the breezes of love and the warmth of compassion?

If clouds are beings and beings are clouds, are we not all well advised to drift—to feel the wind tucking us in here and plucking us out there? Are we such rock-hard bodily lumps as we imagine?

Drift, let me. Sing to the sky, will I. one in many, are we. Let us breathe the breeze and find therein our toots in the spirit.

I close the curtain now, feeling broader, fresher. The act is over. Applause is sweeping through the trees.

经典英文美文阅读篇三

Touch Me

抚摩我

Touch me. Don't be afraid. I can't hurt you. Go ahead and touch my smooth surface. Feel the cold, glass-like smoothness and the crevices and lines that make me what I am. Use both hands if you wish. We are more similar than you dare to believe.

抚摸我吧。别害怕。我不会伤害你。来吧，抚摸我光滑的皮肤。感觉玻璃般的冰冷与光滑，以及其中的裂缝和刮痕，感受我的存在。如果你愿意请用双手抚摸吧。我们的相似之处将超越你的想象。

Touch my face. Yes, I have a face like yours. It has weathered the centuries as yours has the years. My face portrays my evolution. Yours, the birth and death of a generation. My face has aged like yours as we have endured together the testimony of earth's elements.

抚摸我的脸。没错，我有着和你一样的面孔。我的脸随着时代的变迁而风化如同你的脸随着岁月的流逝而逐渐苍老。我的脸展示了我的世纪进程。你的, 则描绘了一生的沧桑曲折。当我们一起忍受了尘世中风雨的考验时，脸上也被刻下了岁月的痕迹!

I have eyes like yours. My inscriptions stare out at you as I search for the meaning of why we are here. I look into your eyes and see who you are. Who am I? I was formed millions of years past and now you see the results of my evolution.

我有着和你一样的眼睛。我的碑铭注视着你，仿佛在寻找生命的意义。让我透过你的双眼看看你是谁。而我又是谁?我已生存了数百年，你看到的是我最终的演变。

I can feel your hands and the sweat from your palms flow into the countless combination of the letters that make me. I know you. I have known you since I was able to breathe in the air as my smoothness began to take shape and my color matured along with natural flaws. You have known me since the days when you came to take me from my mother.

我可以感觉到你的双手，汗水从手掌流入数不清的碑文的缝隙。我认得你。从我可以呼吸， 从我开始成型，从我的色彩在风的侵袭下而越变浓烈时，我就认识你。你也早已认识我，当 你带我离开母亲时。

You cannot hear me. I am static and unmoving. But, I can hear your murmurs and your cries of pain and sadness. Your sons and daughters ask why? There are no answers. I am very old. I have seen everything and I am none the wiser for the pain and suffering I have witnessed since I rose from the bowels of the earth. I have witnessed the conflict, the death, the civilizations, and the societies that have come before you. Yet I remain mystified about this day.

你听不到我的声音，因为我是静止的。但我却听到了你的低声诉语，你的痛苦哀号。你的子 女们问“为什么?”这没有答案。我已经老了。我看到了一切，但我承认面对自己所目睹的 苦难沧桑我并不是一个智者。我目睹了战争、死亡、人类文明还有人类社会这些曾经你所经 历的种种，但我依然困惑不解。

I feel sad yet alive with a purpose. I have come to know those who are now an integral part of the reason for my being here at this place and time. That purpose has become apparent as I stand before you on this day while your brethren gather to witness my reflections and the changes of light that mirror your soul.

我感到悲伤，却清楚地感受到自己存在的目的。我渐渐了解那些刻在我身上的名字，是他们 让我有存在的理由。今天，当你们围聚在我身边，看那些名字在我身上的反射，而光线的变 化也折射出你们的灵魂——我越发清楚我存在的目的。

I am a reflection of you . . .

我就是你的映像……

I am all of you . . .

我就是你的全部……

I am your spirit . .

我就是你的灵魂……

I am The Wall.

我就是面墙……