生命中总有许多感动:听到一首老歌,看到一篇美文,遇见一个久别的朋友,深夜家里守候的灯光,爱人一个关切的眼神,儿子的一个无邪的微笑,学生一双双求知的眼睛。下面是小编带来的初中英语美文欣赏，欢迎阅读!

初中英语美文欣赏篇一

Pennies from Granny奶奶的硬币

We had moved from Cairo to Mt. Vernon, Illinois, away from my grandmother when I was eight years old. I missed her terribly. I was told I was her favorite grandchild; she was my favorite “Granny.” She was my Father’s mother.

Two years later my mother and father separated and they were soon divorced. I felt as if my world was falling apart. My heart ached for that part of me that was slipping away. Mother must have sensed my longing, for she would take my little brother and me back to visit my Granny on occasions, even after the divorce.

I was always aware Granny loved us. It was something you could feel with your heart, even when your world was turned upside down.

She didn’t live in a fancy house or have expensive things, but I never noticed; I just knew she loved me and I loved her back.

We had lived, for a time, next door to her and grandpa in a duplex while my father was away during World War II.

Granny had never had very much in the way of money or material things. But it was the little things she gave me that had always mattered. Things like letting me dip my fingers in the sugar bowl, which was always sitting on her table or the coffee she let me sip from her cup. She allowed me to sit on top of her kitchen table as I partook of those privileges.

Granny took the time to explain the function of her weather vane, hanging on the wall, which predicted the upcoming weather. How that little wooden boy and girl knew what door to come out of, when it was going to rain, amazed me. But Granny understood.

She also had a vinegar cruet that sat high on a shelf that was beautiful, in my eyes; I asked if I could have it someday. It was given to me in a box after her funeral. She remembered; love is like that.

I used to spend a lot of time with Granny when we lived in Cairo, next door to her and grandpa, in the duplex. But times and things had changed. Grandpa had died; we lived a hundred miles away, and dad, her youngest son, my daddy, no longer lived with us. I didn’t get to see dad much, and I don’t know if Granny got to see him very often either. But, he was her son, and I knew she loved him. Love is like that; it can see past the pain.

Though she didn’t have much, neither did we, but she did something for my brother, Tommie and me. I will always remember; she saved her pennies in a glass jar. I am sure Granny could have used those pennies herself but she saved them to give us when we came to visit. Because I was the oldest I was in charge of dividing the pennies equally between my brother and me.

“One for you, one for me,” I would repeat until the jar was empty.

I don’t remember how much we collected on our visits, nor was the amount important. It was the idea that she remembered us, and cared about us, when we were away from her.

Those memories, of when I was a child, still give me warm fuzzy feelings on days that I need them. A Granny’s love stays with a grandchild, down through the years, even when that child becomes a grandma herself. I often wonder, after all those years, when I am lucky enough to find a penny lying on the ground somewhere, if it could possible be Granny tossing me pennies from heaven.

八岁的时候，我们一家从开罗搬到了伊利诺斯州的弗农山，从此远离了祖母。我非常想念她。大家说我是她最疼爱的孙女，而她也是我最爱的奶奶。她，是爸爸的母亲。

两年后，爸爸妈妈分居，很快他们便离婚了。我觉得我的世界好像崩溃了。原本属于我生活的一部分正在远去，这让我心痛不已。妈妈一定感觉到了我的渴望，于是她时常带我和弟弟去看奶奶，即使是在离婚之后。

我一直知道奶奶深爱着我们。即使在你的世界被彻底颠覆时，这种爱也是可以用心感受的到的。

她住的房子并不豪华，也没有贵重的东西，但我从没在意过这些，我只知道她爱我，而我也爱她。

曾经有一段时间，我们和爷爷奶奶一起住在一栋复式公寓，当时爸爸参加了二战。

奶奶从来没有很多钱，物质上的东西也不多。但正是一些小事让我记忆深刻。比如那只总是放在桌上的糖碗，她曾经让我把手指伸进去蘸着吃，她还把自己的咖啡给我喝。这些时候，她都允许我坐在餐桌上。

奶奶耐心地向我解释过天气风向标的功能，它挂在墙上，用以预测未来的天气。风向标上的木制小男孩和小女孩怎么知道从哪个门出来，什么时候会下雨，这些都让我觉得惊奇。但是奶奶都懂。

她还有一个在我看来很漂亮的醋瓶，放在高高的架子上。我曾问过她有一天能不能把这个瓶给我。在她的葬礼过后，这个瓶子被放在一个盒子里交给了我。她还记得我说的话，爱就是这样。

我们在开罗的复式公寓跟爷爷奶奶住隔壁的时候，我经常和奶奶呆在一起。但是时光飞逝，物是人非。爷爷去世了，我们住在一百英里之外，而爸爸——她最小的儿子——也不和我们住在一起了。我和爸爸见面不多，也不知道奶奶是不是经常见他。但是，他是她的儿子，我知道她爱他。爱就是这样，它能够超越痛苦。

尽管她和我们一样都不宽裕，但还是尽己所能地为我和弟弟汤米做些事情。我永远都会记得;她把零钱存放在一个玻璃罐中。我知道奶奶本可以花掉这些零钱，但是她却总是把它们攒下来，在我们去看望她的时候分给我们。我是姐姐，所以负责把这些零钱平分给弟弟和自己。

“一个给你，一个给我，”我一直重复这句话，直到罐子里的硬币分完为止。

我记不得这些零钱我们总共拿过多少，其实数目并不重要。它是一份心意，表示我们不在奶奶身边的时候，她还记挂着我们，关心着我们。

在需要爱的鼓励的日子里，这些童年记忆还能给我温暖的模糊的感觉。多年来，奶奶的爱一直跟随着孙女，甚至直到孙女自己也做了奶奶。经过这些年，每当我运气好，发现地上躺着一枚硬币时，我还常常会想，它或许是奶奶从天堂抛给我的。

初中英语美文欣赏篇二

今天我学会控制情绪

The tides advance; the tides recede. Winter goes and summer comes. summer wanes and the cold increases. The sun rises; the sun sets. The moon is full; the moon is black. The birds arrive; the birds depart. Flowers bloom; flowers fade. Seeds are sown; harvests are reaped. all nature is a circle of moods and I am a part of nature and so, like the tides, my moods will rise; my moods will fall.

潮起潮落，冬去春来，夏末秋至，日出日落，月圆月缺，雁来雁往，花飞花谢，草长瓜熟，自然界万物都在循环往复的变化中，我也不例外，情绪会时好时坏。

It is one of nature's tricks, little understood, that each day I awaken with moods that have changed from yesterday. Yesterday's joy will become today's sadness; yet today's sadness will grow into tomorrow's joy. Inside me is a wheel, constantly turning from sadness to joy, from exultation to depression, from happiness to melancholy. Like the flowers, today's full bloom of joy will fade and wither into despondency, yet I will remember that as today's dead flower carries the seed of tomorrow's bloom so, too, does today's sadness carry the seed of tomorrow's joy.

这是大自然的玩笑，很少有人窥破天机。每天我醒来时，不再有旧日的心情。昨日的快乐变成今天的哀愁，今天的悲伤又转为明日的喜悦。我心中像一只轮子不停地转着，由乐而悲，由悲而喜，由喜而忧。这就好比花儿的变化，今天枯败的花儿蕴藏着明天新生的种子，今天的悲伤也预示着明天的快乐。

And how will I master these emotions so that each day will be productive? For unless my mood is right the day will be a failure. Trees and plants depend on the weather to flourish but I make my own weather, yea I transport it with me. If I bring rain and gloom and darkness and pessimism to my customers then they will react with rain and gloom and darkness and pessimism and they will purchase naught. If I bring joy and enthusiasm and brightness and laughter to my customers they will react with joy and enthusiasm and brightness and laughter and my weather will produce a harvest of sales and a granary of gold for me.

我怎样才能控制情绪，以使每天卓有成效呢?除非我心平气和，否则迎来的又将是失败的一天。花草树木，随着气候的变化而生长，但是我为自己创造天气。我要学会用自己的心灵弥补气候的不足。如果我为顾客带来风雨、忧郁、黑暗和悲观，那么他们也会报之于风雨、忧郁、黑暗和悲观，而他们什么也不会买。相反的，如果我们为顾客献上欢乐、喜悦、光明和笑声，他们也会报之以欢乐、喜悦、光明和笑声，我就能获得销售上的丰收，赚取成仓的金币。

And how will I master my emotions so that every day is a happy day, and a productive one? I will learn this secret of the ages: Weak is he who permits his thoughts to control his actions; strong is he who forces his actions to control his thoughts. Each day, when I awaken, I will follow this plan of battle before I am captured by the forces of sadness, self-pity and failure.

我怎样才能控制情绪，让每天充满幸福和欢乐?我要学会这个千古秘诀：弱者任思绪控制行为，强者让行控制思绪。每天醒来当我被悲伤、自怜、失败的情绪包围时，我就这样与之对抗。

初中英语美文欣赏篇三

爱在日出时

Sunrise on the eastern coast is a special event. I stood at Dolphin’s Nose, a spur jutting out into the Bay of Bengal, to behold the breaking of the sun’s upper limb over the horizon of the sea. As the eastern sky started unfolding like the crimson petals of a gigantic flower, I was overcome by a wave of romantic feelings and nostalgia—vivid memorie not diminished by the fact that almost ten years had passed.

东海岸的日出是一道特别的景观。我站在海豚鼻——一块向外延伸至孟加拉海湾的地方——观看太阳的上半边缘冉冉升起在海平面上。当东边的天空开始如一朵巨大的花展开深红色的花瓣般逐渐红透时，我被一股浪漫的感觉和怀旧之情征服了——如此清晰的记忆，并没有因为近乎十年的光阴已经逝去这个事实而褪去。

I was a young bachelor then, and Visakhapatnam did not have much to offer. Every Sunday morning, I used to rise before dawn and head for Dolphin’s Nose, to enjoy the dazzling spectacle of the sun majestically rising out of the sea. The fresh, salty sea breeze was a panacea for all the effects of hangovers caused by Saturday night excesses.

那时，我还是一个年轻的单身汉，维萨卡帕特南市对我来说并没有太多好玩的东西。每个周日早晨，我习惯天不亮就起床，前往海豚鼻，享受太阳从海面上庄严升起的壮丽景观。清新又有一丝咸味的海风不啻是一种万能药，能够缓解周六晚上因尽情玩乐而引发的宿醉后的不适感。

After viewing the metamorphosis at sunrise, I would walk downhill along the steep mountain-path, towards the rocky beach, for a brief swim. Each time, I noticed a flurry of activity in a distant compound with a single decrepit building. I used to ignore it, but curiously, one day I decided to take a closer look. It was a fish market. Most customers were housewives from the nearby residential complexes. They were at their “Sunday-worst”—sans make-up, slovenly dressed, faces unwashed, and unkempt hair—in stark contrast with their carefully made-up appearances at the club the previous evening.

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