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《老人与海》是海明威于1951年在古巴写的一篇中篇小说,是海明威最著名的作品之一。下面是读文网小编整理的一些老人与海的英文版句子,欢迎大家阅读!
He did not remember when he had first started to talk aloud when he was by himself. He had sung when he was by himself in the old days and he had sung at night sometimes when he was alone steering on his watch in the smacks or in the turtle boats. He had probably started to talk aloud, when alone, when the boy had left. But he did not remember. When he and the boy fished together they usually spoke only when it was necessary. They talked at night or when they were storm-bound by bad weather. It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea and the old man had always considered it so and respected it. But now he said his thoughts aloud many times since there was no one that they could annoy.
他记不起他是什么时候第一次开始在独自待着的当儿自言自语的了。往年他独自待着时曾唱歌来着,有时候在夜里唱,那是在小渔船或捕海龟的小艇上值班掌舵时的事。他大概是在那孩子离开了他、他独自待着时开始自言自语的。不过他记不清了。他跟孩子一块儿捕鱼时,他们一般只在有必要时才说话。他们在夜间说话来着,要不,碰到坏天气,被暴风雨困在海上的时候。没有必要不在海上说话,被认为是种好规矩,老人一向认为的确如此,始终遵守它。可是这会儿他把心里想说的话说出声来有好几次了,因为没有旁人会受到他说话的打扰。
"If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy," he said aloud. "But since I am not crazy, I do not care. And the rich have radios to talk to them in their boats and to bring them the baseball."
“要是别人听到我在自言自语,会当我发疯了,”他说出声来。“不过既然我没有发疯,我就不管,还是要说。有钱人在船上有收音机对他们谈话,还把棒球赛的消息告诉他们。”
Now is no time to think baseball, he thought. Now is the time to think of only one thing. That which I was born for. There might be a big one around that school, he thought. I picked up only a straggler from the albacore that were feeding. But they are working far out and fast. Everything that shows on the surface today travels very fast and to the north-east. Can that be the time of day? Or is it some sign of weather that I do not know?
现在可不是思量棒球赛的时刻,他想。现在只应该思量一桩事。就是我生来要干的那桩事。那个鱼群周围很可能有一条大的,他想。我只逮住了正在吃小鱼的金枪鱼群中一条失散的。可是它们正游向远方,游得很快。今天凡是在海面上露面的都游得很快,向着东北方向。难道一天的这个时辰该如此吗?要不,这是什么我不懂得的天气征兆?
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《老人与海》是海明威于1951年在古巴写的一篇中篇小说,于1952年出版。是海明威最著名的作品之一。它围绕一位老年古巴渔夫,与一条巨大的马林鱼在离岸很远的湾流中搏斗而展开故事的讲述。下面是读文网小编整理的一些老人与海英文版经典句子, 希望对大家有帮助。
1、The boy loved the old fisherman and pitied him. If Manolin had no money of his own, he begged or stole to make sure that Santiago had enough to eat and fresh baits for his lines. The old man accepted his kindness with humility that was like a quiet kind of pride.
孩子喜欢并且可怜这个老渔人。曼诺林要是自己没有挣到钱,就会乞讨或偷窃以保证桑提亚哥有足够的食物和新鲜的鱼饵。老人谦卑地接受孩子的好意,谦卑中带有某种隐而不露的自豪感。
2、As the sun rose he saw other boats in toward shore, which was only a low green line on the sea.
阳升起时,他看到别的一些船只都头朝着海岸,在海上看来海岸象是一条接近地平线的绿带子。
3、But a man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated
人不是生来要给打败的,你尽可把他消灭掉,可就是打不败他
3.The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple. 如今的海水是深蓝色的,深到几乎成了紫色。
4.It is what a man must do. 这是一个男子汉所应该做的。
5.He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed. 他很美丽,老人回忆著,还有他以前曾经逗留过。
6.Most people are heartless about turtles because a turtle’s heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too and my feet and hands are like theirs. 大多数人对待(海龟、甲鱼之类的动物吧)很冷酷无情,因为海龟的心会在它身体被剖开和屠杀时,被时光打败。(此句照应“A man can be destroyed but not defeated ” “一个人可以被毁灭但是不能被打倒!”)
7.Now is no time to think of baseball, he thought. Now is the time to think of only one thing. That which I was born for. 现在没有时间考虑棒球了,他想。此刻是只能思考一件事情的时候。那是,我生来是为了什麽。
8.It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea and the old man had always considered it so and respected it. But now he said his thoughts aloud many times since there was no one that they could annoy. 可以想象品德在海里就不必要说起了,而老人以前却总是思考著,尊敬著它。可是现在,自从没有了一个可能打搅的人,他就把那些想法高声的说出来,好多次。
9.The tuna, the fishermen called all the fish of that species tuna and only distinguished among them by their proper names when they came to sell them or to trade them for bait, were down again.
(金枪鱼,渔人在售卖它们或者交易他们用作诱饵时,……)
10.He felt no strain nor weight and he held the line lightly. Then it came again. This time it was a tentative pull, not-solid nor heavy, and he knew exactly what it was. 他感觉没有什麽拉力和重量,而轻轻的抓住鱼线。之后它(指大鱼)又来了。这次它仅仅拉了一会儿,不沉也不重,而他已经清楚的知道那是什麽鱼了.
11.If you said a good thing, it might not happen. 如果你说出了一件好的事情,那么那件好事可能就会不出现了。(大概可以理解为“天机不可泄露”)
12.What I will do if he decides to go down, I don’t know. What I’ll do if he sounds and dies I don’t know. But I ‘ll do something. There are plenty of things I can do. 我不知道,如果他下来或者如果他倒地一声死了,我要怎么办。但是我知道,我会做一些事情。还有很多东西我可以做。
13.Then he looked behind him and saw that no land was visible. That makes no difference, he thought. 然后他望向背后,却发现,没有一块可以看见的陆地。他想,海洋没有制造什麽差异,跟之前没有什麽区别。
14.The position actually was only somewhat less intolerable; but he thought of it as almost comfortable. 实际上的方位只能稍微带给人少许无法忍受的感觉,但他几乎想象这是一件舒适的事情。
15.Then he thought, think of it always. Think of what you are doing. You must do nothing stupid.
Then he said aloud, “I wish I had the boy. To help me and to see this.” 之后他总是想著,思考著这件事。思考你在干什麽。你不能做任何愚蠢的事情。然后他大声的说:“我希望身边有个男孩,可以帮助我,还有可以看到这。”
16.What a great fish he is and what he will bring in the market if the flesh is good. He took the bait like a male and he pulls like a male and his fight has no panic in it. I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am? 这是一个多么庞大的鱼,如果到时候还新鲜的话,他就拿到市场卖了。他像一个男子汉那样,拿著诱饵还有拉著线,无畏的搏斗著。我想知道,他是否有任何的安排,或者,他只是像我一样,绝望了。
17.All my life the early sun has hurt my eyes, he thought. Yet they are still good. 生命中的旭阳刺痛了我的眼睛,他想。(据本人理解应为指早年初恋女友,那个护士的背叛)呵呵,还好这双眼睛现在还挺好。
18.Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for. 或许我不应该成为一个渔夫,他想。但是那是我生来的源由。
19.“ Fish,” he said softly, aloud, “ I ‘ll stay with you until I am dead.” “鱼,”他柔和地说著,却很响亮 ,“我会一直陪伴你直至我死去。”
20.He could feel the steady hard pull of the line and his left hand was cramped. It drew up tight on the heavy cord and he looked at it in disgust.
“What kind of a hand is that,” he said. “Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no good.” 他能感觉到支架艰难的拉著,但是他的左手却被夹住了。它被沉重的绳索卷住了,老人嫌恶的看著左手。
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Life is a on return journey.
人生是一段没有退路的旅程。
Home is where the heart is.
心在的地方就是家。
Life is tough, my darling, but so are you.
生活很艰难,但是宝贝,你也很坚强。
When it has is lost, brave to give up.
当拥有已经是失去,就勇敢的放弃。
Don't let the fear for losing keep you from trying.
别因为害怕失败而停止尝试。
Real dream is the other shore of reality.
真正的梦就是现实的彼岸。
Sometimes you have to give up on someone in order to respect yourself.
有时候我们必须放弃一些人,来成全自己的自尊。
There is no elevator to success. You have to take the stairs.
成功没有电梯,只有一步一个脚印。
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《丑小鸭》是安徒生的经典童话故事之一,写了一只天鹅蛋在鸭群中破壳后,因相貌怪异,让同类鄙弃,历经千辛万苦、重重磨难之后长成了白天鹅。下面读文网小编为大家带来丑小鸭童话故事英文版及翻译,欢迎大家阅读欣赏!
It was so beautiful out on the country, it was summer- the wheat fields were golden, the oats were green, and down among the green meadows the hay was stacked. There the stork minced about on his red legs, clacking away in Egyptian, which was the language his mother had taught him. Round about the field and meadow lands rose vast forests, in which deep lakes lay hidden. Yes, it was indeed lovely out there in the country.
In the midst of the sunshine there stood an old manor house that had a deep moat around it. From the walls of the manor right down to the water's edge great burdock leaves grew, and there were some so tall that little children could stand upright beneath the biggest of them. In this wilderness of leaves, which was as dense as the forests itself, a duck sat on her nest, hatching her ducklings. She was becoming somewhat weary, because sitting is such a dull business and scarcely anyone came to see her. The other ducks would much rather swim in the moat than waddle out and squat under the burdock leaf to gossip with her.
But at last the eggshells began to crack, one after another. "Peep, peep!" said the little things, as they came to life and poked out their heads.
"Quack, quack!" said the duck, and quick as quick can be they all waddled out to have a look at the green world under the leaves. Their mother let them look as much as they pleased, because green is good for the eyes.
"How wide the world is," said all the young ducks, for they certainly had much more room now than they had when they were in their eggshells.
"Do you think this is the whole world?" their mother asked. "Why it extends on and on, clear across to the other side of the garden and right on into the parson's field, though that is further than I have ever been. I do hope you are all hatched," she said as she got up. "No, not quite all. The biggest egg still lies here. How much longer is this going to take? I am really rather tired of it all," she said, but she settled back on her nest.
"Well, how goes it?" asked an old duck who came to pay her a call.
"It takes a long time with that one egg," said the duck on the nest. "It won't crack, but look at the others. They are the cutest little ducklings I've ever seen. They look exactly like their father, the wretch! He hasn't come to see me at all."
"Let's have a look at the egg that won't crack," the old duck said. "It's a turkey egg, and you can take my word for it. I was fooled like that once myself. What trouble and care I had with those turkey children, for I may as well tell you, they are afraid of the water. I simply could not get them into it. I quacked and snapped at them, but it wasn't a bit of use. Let me see the egg. Certainly, it's a turkey egg. Let it lie, and go teach your other children to swim."
"Oh, I'll sit a little longer. I've been at it so long already that I may as well sit here half the summer."
"Suit yourself," said the old duck, and away she waddled.
At last the big egg did crack. "Peep," said the young one, and out he tumbled, but he was so big and ugly.
The duck took a look at him. "That's a frightfully big duckling," she said. "He doesn't look the least like the others. Can he really be a turkey baby? Well, well! I'll soon find out. Into the water he shall go, even if I have to shove him in myself."
Next day the weather was perfectly splendid, and the sun shone down on all the green burdock leaves. The mother duck led her whole family down to the moat. Splash! she took to the water. "Quack, quack," said she, and one duckling after another plunged in. The water went over their heads, but they came up in a flash, and floated to perfection. Their legs worked automatically, and they were all there in the water. Even the big, ugly gray one was swimming along.
"Why, that's no turkey," she said. "See how nicely he uses his legs, and how straight he holds himself. He's my very own son after all, and quite good-looking if you look at him properly. Quack, quack come with me. I'll lead you out into the world and introduce you to the duck yard. But keep close to me so that you won't get stepped on, and watch out for the cat!"
Thus they sallied into the duck yard, where all was in an uproar because two families were fighting over the head of an eel. But the cat got it, after all.
"You see, that's the way of the world." The mother duck licked her bill because she wanted the eel's head for herself. "Stir your legs. Bustle about, and mind that you bend your necks to that old duck over there. She's the noblest of us all, and has Spanish blood in her. That's why she's so fat. See that red rag around her leg? That's a wonderful thing, and the highest distinction a duck can get. It shows that they don't want to lose her, and that she's to have special attention from man and beast. Shake yourselves! Don't turn your toes in. A well-bred duckling turns his toes way out, just as his father and mother do-this way. So then! Now duck your necks and say quack!"
They did as she told them, but the other ducks around them looked on and said right out loud, "See here! Must we have this brood too, just as if there weren't enough of us already? And-fie! what an ugly-looking fellow that duckling is! We won't stand for him." One duck charged up and bit his neck.
"Let him alone," his mother said. "He isn't doing any harm."
"Possibly not," said the duck who bit him, "but he's too big and strange, and therefore he needs a good whacking."
"What nice-looking children you have, Mother," said the old duck with the rag around her leg. "They are all pretty except that one. He didn't come out so well. It's a pity you can't hatch him again."
"That can't be managed, your ladyship," said the mother. "He isn't so handsome, but he's as good as can be, and he swims just as well as the rest, or, I should say, even a little better than they do. I hope his looks will improve with age, and after a while he won't seem so big. He took too long in the egg, and that's why his figure isn't all that it should be." She pinched his neck and preened his feathers. "Moreover, he's a drake, so it won't matter so much. I think he will be quite strong, and I'm sure he will amount to something."
"The other ducklings are pretty enough," said the old duck. "Now make yourselves right at home, and if you find an eel's head you may bring it to me."
So they felt quite at home. But the poor duckling who had been the last one out of his egg, and who looked so ugly, was pecked and pushed about and made fun of by the ducks, and the chickens as well. "He's too big," said they all. The turkey gobbler, who thought himself an emperor because he was born wearing spurs, puffed up like a ship under full sail and bore down upon him, gobbling and gobbling until he was red in the face. The poor duckling did not know where he dared stand or where he dared walk. He was so sad because he was so desperately ugly, and because he was the laughing stock of the whole barnyard.
So it went on the first day, and after that things went from bad to worse. The poor duckling was chased and buffeted about by everyone. Even his own brothers and sisters abused him. "Oh," they would always say, "how we wish the cat would catch you, you ugly thing." And his mother said, "How I do wish you were miles away." The ducks nipped him, and the hens pecked him, and the girl who fed them kicked him with her foot.
So he ran away; and he flew over the fence. The little birds in the bushes darted up in a fright. "That's because I'm so ugly," he thought, and closed his eyes, but he ran on just the same until he reached the great marsh where the wild ducks lived. There he lay all night long, weary and disheartened.
When morning came, the wild ducks flew up to have a look at their new companion. "What sort of creature are you?" they asked, as the duckling turned in all directions, bowing his best to them all. "You are terribly ugly," they told him, "but that's nothing to us so long as you don't marry into our family."
Poor duckling! Marriage certainly had never entered his mind. All he wanted was for them to let him lie among the reeds and drink a little water from the marsh.
There he stayed for two whole days. Then he met two wild geese, or rather wild ganders-for they were males. They had not been out of the shell very long, and that's what made them so sure of themselves.
"Say there, comrade," they said, "you're so ugly that we have taken a fancy to you. Come with us and be a bird of passage. In another marsh near-by, there are some fetching wild geese, all nice young ladies who know how to quack. You are so ugly that you'll completely turn their heads."
Bing! Bang! Shots rang in the air, and these two ganders fell dead among the reeds. The water was red with their blood. Bing! Bang! the shots rang, and as whole flocks of wild geese flew up from the reeds another volley crashed. A great hunt was in progress. The hunters lay under cover all around the marsh, and some even perched on branches of trees that overhung the reeds. Blue smoke rose like clouds from the shade of the trees, and drifted far out over the water.
The bird dogs came splash, splash! through the swamp, bending down the reeds and the rushes on every side. This gave the poor duckling such a fright that he twisted his head about to hide it under his wing. But at that very moment a fearfully big dog appeared right beside him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his wicked eyes glared horribly. He opened his wide jaws, flashed his sharp teeth, and - splash, splash - on he went without touching the duckling.
"Thank heavens," he sighed, "I'm so ugly that the dog won't even bother to bite me."
He lay perfectly still, while the bullets splattered through the reeds as shot after shot was fired. It was late in the day before things became quiet again, and even then the poor duckling didn't dare move. He waited several hours before he ventured to look about him, and then he scurried away from that marsh as fast as he could go. He ran across field and meadows. The wind was so strong that he had to struggle to keep his feet.
Late in the evening he came to a miserable little hovel, so ramshackle that it did not know which way to tumble, and that was the only reason it still stood. The wind struck the duckling so hard that the poor little fellow had to sit down on his tail to withstand it. The storm blew stronger and stronger, but the duckling noticed that one hinge had come loose and the door hung so crooked that he could squeeze through the crack into the room, and that's just what he did.
Here lived an old woman with her cat and her hen. The cat, whom she called "Sonny," could arch his back, purr, and even make sparks, though for that you had to stroke his fur the wrong way. The hen had short little legs, so she was called "Chickey Shortleg." She laid good eggs, and the old woman loved her as if she had been her own child.
In the morning they were quick to notice the strange duckling. The cat began to purr, and the hen began to cluck.
"What on earth!" The old woman looked around, but she was short-sighted, and she mistook the duckling for a fat duck that had lost its way. "That was a good catch," she said. "Now I shall have duck eggs-unless it's a drake. We must try it out." So the duckling was tried out for three weeks, but not one egg did he lay.
In this house the cat was master and the hen was mistress. They always said, "We and the world," for they thought themselves half of the world, and much the better half at that. The duckling thought that there might be more than one way of thinking, but the hen would not hear of it.
"Can you lay eggs?" she asked
"No."
"Then be so good as to hold your tongue."
The cat asked, "Can you arch your back, purr, or make sparks?"
"No."
"Then keep your opinion to yourself when sensible people are talking."
The duckling sat in a corner, feeling most despondent. Then he remembered the fresh air and the sunlight. Such a desire to go swimming on the water possessed him that he could not help telling the hen about it.
"What on earth has come over you?" the hen cried. "You haven't a thing to do, and that's why you get such silly notions. Lay us an egg, or learn to purr, and you'll get over it."
"But it's so refreshing to float on the water," said the duckling, "so refreshing to feel it rise over your head as you dive to the bottom."
"Yes, it must be a great pleasure!" said the hen. "I think you must have gone crazy. Ask the cat, who's the wisest fellow I know, whether he likes to swim or dive down in the water. Of myself I say nothing. But ask the old woman, our mistress. There's no one on earth wiser than she is. Do you imagine she wants to go swimming and feel the water rise over her head?"
"You don't understand me," said the duckling.
"Well, if we don't, who would? Surely you don't think you are cleverer than the cat and the old woman-to say nothing of myself. Don't be so conceited, child. Just thank your Maker for all the kindness we have shown you. Didn't you get into this snug room, and fall in with people who can tell you what's what? But you are such a numbskull that it's no pleasure to have you around. Believe me, I tell you this for your own good. I say unpleasant truths, but that's the only way you can know who are your friends. Be sure now that you lay some eggs. See to it that you learn to purr or to make sparks."
"I think I'd better go out into the wide world," said the duckling.
"Suit yourself," said the hen.
So off went the duckling. He swam on the water, and dived down in it, but still he was slighted by every living creature because of his ugliness.
Autumn came on. The leaves in the forest turned yellow and brown. The wind took them and whirled them about. The heavens looked cold as the low clouds hung heavy with snow and hail. Perched on the fence, the raven screamed, "Caw, caw!" and trembled with cold. It made one shiver to think of it. Pity the poor little duckling!
One evening, just as the sun was setting in splendor, a great flock of large, handsome birds appeared out of the reeds. The duckling had never seen birds so beautiful. They were dazzling white, with long graceful necks. They were swans. They uttered a very strange cry as they unfurled their magnificent wings to fly from this cold land, away to warmer countries and to open waters. They went up so high, so very high, that the ugly little duckling felt a strange uneasiness come over him as he watched them. He went around and round in the water, like a wheel. He craned his neck to follow their course, and gave a cry so shrill and strange that he frightened himself. Oh! He could not forget them-those splendid, happy birds. When he could no longer see them he dived to the very bottom. and when he came up again he was quite beside himself. He did not know what birds they were or whither they were bound, yet he loved them more than anything he had ever loved before. It was not that he envied them, for how could he ever dare dream of wanting their marvelous beauty for himself? He would have been grateful if only the ducks would have tolerated him-the poor ugly creature.
The winter grew cold - so bitterly cold that the duckling had to swim to and fro in the water to keep it from freezing over. But every night the hole in which he swam kept getting smaller and smaller. Then it froze so hard that the duckling had to paddle continuously to keep the crackling ice from closing in upon him. At last, too tired to move, he was frozen fast in the ice.
Early that morning a farmer came by, and when he saw how things were he went out on the pond, broke away the ice with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. There the duckling revived, but when the children wished to play with him he thought they meant to hurt him. Terrified, he fluttered into the milk pail, splashing the whole room with milk. The woman shrieked and threw up her hands as he flew into the butter tub, and then in and out of the meal barrel. Imagine what he looked like now! The woman screamed and lashed out at him with the fire tongs. The children tumbled over each other as they tried to catch him, and they laughed and they shouted. Luckily the door was open, and the duckling escaped through it into the bushes, where he lay down, in the newly fallen snow, as if in a daze.
But it would be too sad to tell of all the hardships and wretchedness he had to endure during this cruel winter. When the warm sun shone once more, the duckling was still alive among the reeds of the marsh. The larks began to sing again. It was beautiful springtime.
Then, quite suddenly, he lifted his wings. They swept through the air much more strongly than before, and their powerful strokes carried him far. Before he quite knew what was happening, he found himself in a great garden where apple trees bloomed. The lilacs filled the air with sweet scent and hung in clusters from long, green branches that bent over a winding stream. Oh, but it was lovely here in the freshness of spring!
From the thicket before him came three lovely white swans. They ruffled their feathers and swam lightly in the stream. The duckling recognized these noble creatures, and a strange feeling of sadness came upon him.
"I shall fly near these royal birds, and they will peck me to bits because I, who am so very ugly, dare to go near them. But I don't care. Better be killed by them than to be nipped by the ducks, pecked by the hens, kicked about by the hen-yard girl, or suffer such misery in winter."
So he flew into the water and swam toward the splendid swans. They saw him, and swept down upon him with their rustling feathers raised. "Kill me!" said the poor creature, and he bowed his head down over the water to wait for death. But what did he see there, mirrored in the clear stream? He beheld his own image, and it was no longer the reflection of a clumsy, dirty, gray bird, ugly and offensive. He himself was a swan! Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.
He felt quite glad that he had come through so much trouble and misfortune, for now he had a fuller understanding of his own good fortune, and of beauty when he met with it. The great swans swam all around him and stroked him with their bills.
Several little children came into the garden to throw grain and bits of bread upon the water. The smallest child cried, "Here's a new one," and the others rejoiced, "yes, a new one has come." They clapped their hands, danced around, and ran to bring their father and mother.
And they threw bread and cake upon the water, while they all agreed, "The new one is the most handsome of all. He's so young and so good-looking." The old swans bowed in his honor.
Then he felt very bashful, and tucked his head under his wing. He did not know what this was all about. He felt so very happy, but he wasn't at all proud, for a good heart never grows proud. He thought about how he had been persecuted and scorned, and now he heard them all call him the most beautiful of all beautiful birds. The lilacs dipped their clusters into the stream before him, and the sun shone so warm and so heartening. He rustled his feathers and held his slender neck high, as he cried out with full heart: "I never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling."#p#副标题#e#
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小红帽是德国童话作家格林的童话《小红帽》中的人物,故事版本多达一百多个,是如今家户喻晓的经典童话故事,成了不少小朋友最喜欢的睡前故事之一。下面读文网小编为大家带来小红帽童话故事双语版,欢迎大家阅读。
Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. Everyone who saw her liked her, but most of all her grandmother, who did not know what to give the child next. Once she gave her a little cap made of red velvet. Because it suited her so well, and she wanted to wear it all the time, she came to be known as Little Red Cap.
One day her mother said to her, "Come Little Red Cap. Here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will do her well. Mind your manners and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your grandmother. And when you enter her parlor, don't forget to say 'Good morning,' and don't peer into all the corners first."
"I'll do everything just right," said Little Red Cap, shaking her mother's hand.
The grandmother lived out in the woods, a half hour from the village. When Little Red Cap entered the woods a wolf came up to her. She did not know what a wicked animal he was, and was not afraid of him.
"Good day to you, Little Red Cap."
"Thank you, wolf."
"Where are you going so early, Little Red Cap?"
"To grandmother's."
"And what are you carrying under your apron?"
"Grandmother is sick and weak, and I am taking her some cake and wine. We baked yesterday, and they should be good for her and give her strength."
"Little Red Cap, just where does your grandmother live?"
"Her house is good quarter hour from here in the woods, under the three large oak trees. There's a hedge of hazel bushes there. You must know the place," said Little Red Cap.
The wolf thought to himself, "Now that sweet young thing is a tasty bite for me. She will taste even better than the old woman. You must be sly, and you can catch them both."
He walked along a little while with Little Red Cap, then he said, "Little Red Cap, just look at the beautiful flowers that are all around us. Why don't you go and take a look? And I don't believe you can hear how beautifully the birds are singing. You are walking along as though you were on your way to school. It is very beautiful in the woods."
Little Red Cap opened her eyes and when she saw the sunbeams dancing to and fro through the trees and how the ground was covered with beautiful flowers, she thought, "If a take a fresh bouquet to grandmother, she will be very pleased. Anyway, it is still early, and I'll be home on time." And she ran off the path into the woods looking for flowers. Each time she picked one she thought that she could see an even more beautiful one a little way off, and she ran after it, going further and further into the woods. But the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked on the door.
"Who's there?"
"Little Red Cap. I'm bringing you some cake and wine. Open the door."
"Just press the latch," called out the grandmother. "I'm too weak to get up."
The wolf pressed the latch, and the door opened. He stepped inside, went straight to the grandmother's bed, and ate her up. Then he put on her clothes, put her cap on his head, got into her bed, and pulled the curtains shut.
Little Red Cap had run after the flowers. After she had gathered so many that she could not carry any more, she remembered her grandmother, and then continued on her way to her house. She found, to her surprise, that the door was open. She walked into the parlor, and everything looked so strange that she thought, "Oh, my God, why am I so afraid? I usually like it at grandmother's."
She called out, "Good morning!" but received no answer.
Then she went to the bed and pulled back the curtains. Grandmother was lying there with her cap pulled down over her face and looking very strange.
"Oh, grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"All the better to hear you with."
"Oh, grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
"All the better to see you with."
"Oh, grandmother, what big hands you have!"
"All the better to grab you with!"
"Oh, grandmother, what a horribly big mouth you have!"
"All the better to eat you with!"
The wolf had scarcely finished speaking when he jumped from the bed with a single leap and ate up poor Little Red Cap. As soon as the wolf had satisfied his desires, he climbed back into bed, fell asleep, and began to snore very loudly.
A huntsman was just passing by. He thought, "The old woman is snoring so loudly. You had better see if something is wrong with her."
He stepped into the parlor, and when he approached the bed, he saw the wolf lying there. "So here I find you, you old sinner," he said. "I have been hunting for you a long time."
He was about to aim his rifle when it occurred to him that the wolf might have eaten the grandmother, and that she still might be rescued. So instead of shooting, he took a pair of scissors and began to cut open the wolf's belly. After a few cuts he saw the red cap shining through., and after a few more cuts the girl jumped out, crying, "Oh, I was so frightened! It was so dark inside the wolf's body!"
And then the grandmother came out as well, alive but hardly able to breathe. Then Little Red Cap fetched some large stones. She filled the wolf's body with them, and when he woke up and tried to run away, the stones were so heavy that he immediately fell down dead.
The three of them were happy. The huntsman skinned the wolf and went home with the pelt. The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine that Little Red Cap had brought. And Little Red Cap thought, "As long as I live, I will never leave the path and run off into the woods by myself if mother tells me not to."
They also tell how Little Red Cap was taking some baked things to her grandmother another time, when another wolf spoke to her and wanted her to leave the path. But Little Red Cap took care and went straight to grandmother's. She told her that she had seen the wolf, and that he had wished her a good day, but had stared at her in a wicked manner. "If we hadn't been on a public road, he would have eaten me up," she said.
"Come," said the grandmother. "Let's lock the door, so he can't get in."
Soon afterward the wolf knocked on the door and called out, "Open up, grandmother. It's Little Red Cap, and I'm bringing you some baked things."
They remained silent, and did not open the door. Gray-Head crept around the house several times, and finally jumped onto the roof. He wanted to wait until Little Red Cap went home that evening, then follow her and eat her up in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what he was up to. There was a large stone trough in front of the house.
"Fetch a bucket, Little Red Cap," she said to the child. "Yesterday I cooked some sausage. Carry the water that I boiled them with to the trough." Little Red Cap carried water until the large, large trough was clear full. The smell of sausage arose into the wolf's nose. He sniffed and looked down, stretching his neck so long that he could no longer hold himself, and he began to slide. He slid off the roof, fell into the trough, and drowned. And Little Red Cap returned home happily, and no one harmed her.
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英国的教育体系经过几百年的沿革,相当的完善和复杂,这里就有它的英文版介绍。下面读文网小编为大家带来英国教育体系英文简介,希望对你有所帮助!
英国教育体系总体来说分为三个阶段: 义务教育(Compulsory Education),延续教育(Further Education)和高等教育(Higher Education)。
一、义务教育 (Compulsory Education)
英国的学生从四岁开始接受义务教育,享受全免费的国家福利,学校甚至还提供免费的午餐,所有的家长必须把自己的孩子送到学校读书。小学教育一般持续到11岁,然后进入中学。英国的中学不分初中高中,从中一(Form 1)到中五(Form 5)共五年的时间。
二、延续教育(Further Education)
延续教育是英国教育体系中最有特色也最精彩的部分,它是继小学(Primary)中学(Secondary)教育之后的“第三级教育”(Tertiary)。为进入高等教育或者就业打下基础。也是中国的高中学生留学英国的关键阶段。一般来说接受延续教育的学生介于16和18岁之间。它分为两种体系:学业路线(Academic Route)和职业路线(Vocational Route)。学业路线着重于培养学术研究方面的人才,职业路线则结合社会各层面的职业需要,培养在各种行业中具有专门技能和知识的人才。这两种体系在英国受到同等的重视。
三、高等教育(Higher Education)
顾名思义,高等教育是英国教育体系中的高级阶段,它包括:
本科(Bachelor Degree)
研究生(Master Degree)
博士生(Doctorial Degree)
高级国家文凭(HND-Higher National Diploma)。
高等教育通常都是由大学(University)提供,但许多学院(College)也提供Bachelor和HND课程。
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《假如给我三天光明》是作者海伦·凯勒的自传,被誉为“世界文学史上无与伦比的杰作”。她以自己的经历告诫人们应珍惜生命,珍惜造物主赐予的一切。如果你想欣赏一下这篇经典名作的话,那么就不要错过下面读文网小编为大家带来假如给我三天光明完整英文版及中文翻译,希望大家喜欢!
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours.
But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.
Now and them I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who hadjust returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.
Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?
I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.
If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.
The First Day
On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.
I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.
Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.
How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?
For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbandsdo not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.
The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one.
I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.
The Second Day
The next day - the second day of sight - I should arisewith the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, butI have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.
I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.
My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be
seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.
So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that fordeep and true appreciation of art one must educated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night,unexplored and unilluminated.
It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?
I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.
One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van Winkle. I was able to catch thus a meager glimpse of the world of drama, and I shall never forget the delight of that moment. But, oh, how much I must miss, and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance! If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in mymind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet.
So, through the evening of my second imaginary day of sight, the great fingers of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes.
The Third Day
The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings; there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends, animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and Nature. Today I shall spend in the workaday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here , surrounded by green lawns, trees, and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children, havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river - racy speed boat, stolid, snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead, I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. these vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day.
How many, I wonder, give it so much as a seconds glance? Very few, I fear, Their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures, the Empire State Building, for there , a short time ago, I "saw" the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure I should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.
Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people, trying by sight of them to understand something of their live. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.
I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that the colors of women's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women -- too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced, too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. my heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle; it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness; but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease, and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so crowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Thereafter the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
Perhaps this short outline of how I should spend three days of sight does not agree with the program you would set for yourself if you knew that you were about to be stricken blind. I am, however, sure that if you actually faced that fate your eyes would open to things you had never seen before, storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you. Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at last, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
I who am blind can give one hint to those who see -- one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind.
And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.
Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never s
mell and taste again. Make the most of every sense: glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.#p#副标题#e#
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《安妮日记》是安妮·弗兰克遇难前两年藏身密室时写下的生活和情感的记录。今天读文网小编为大家带来安妮日记英文版摘抄,欢迎大家阅读!
MONDAY, JUNE 15, 1942
I had my birthday party on Sunday afternoon. The Rin Tin Tin movie was a big hit with my classmates. I got two brooches, a bookmark and two books. I'll start by saying a few things about my school and my class, beginning with the students.
Betty Bloemendaal looks kind of poor, and I think she probably is. She lives on some obscure street in West Amsterdam, and none of us know where it is. She does very well at school, but that's because she works so hard, not because she's so smart. She's pretty quiet.
Jacqueline van Maarsen is supposedly my best friend, but I've never had a real friend. At first I thought Jacque would be one, but I was badly mistaken.
D.Q.* [* Initials have been assigned at random to those persons who prefer to remain anonymous.] is a very nervous girl who's always forgetting things, so the teachers keep assigning her extra homework as punishment. She's very kind, especially to G.Z.
E.S. talks so much it isn't funny. She's always touching your hair or fiddling with your buttons when she asks you something. They say she can't stand me, but I don't care, since I don't like her much either.
Henny Mets is a nice girl with a cheerful disposition, except that she talks in a loud voice and is really childish when we're playing outdoors. Unfortunately, Henny has a girlfriend named Beppy who's a bad influence on her because she's dirty and vulgar.
J.R. - I could write a whole book about her. J. is a detestable, sneaky, stuck-up, two-faced gossip who thinks she's so grown-up. She's really got Jacque under her spell, and that's a shame. J. is easily offended, bursts into tears at the slightest thing and, to top it all off, is a terrible show-off. Miss J. always has to be right. She's very rich, and has a closet full of the most adorable dresses that are way too old for her. She thinks she's gorgeous, but she's not. J. and I can't stand each other.
Ilse Wagner is a nice girl with a cheerful disposition, but she's extremely fInicky and can spend hours moaning and groaning about something. Ilse likes me a lot. She's very smart, but lazy.
Hanneli Goslar, or Lies as she's called at school, is a bit on the strange side. She's usually shy -- outspoken at horne, but reserved around other people. She blabs whatever you tell her to her mother. But she says what she thinks, and lately I've corne to appreciate her a great deal.
Nannie van Praag-Sigaar is small, funny and sensible. I think she's nice. She's pretty smart. There isn't much else you can say about Nannie. Eefje de Jong is, in my opinion, terrific. Though she's only twelve, she's quite the lady. She acts as if I were a baby. She's also very helpful, and I like her.
G.Z. is the prettiest girl in our class. She has a nice face, but is kind of dumb. I think they're going to hold her back a year, but of course I haven't told her that.
COMMENT ADDED BY ANNE AT A LATER DATE: To my areat surprise, G.Z. wasn't held back a year after all.
And sitting next to G.Z. is the last of us twelve girls, me.
There's a lot to be said about the boys, or maybe not so much after all.
Maurice Coster is one of my many admirers, but pretty much of a pest. Sallie Springer has a filthy mind, and rumor has it that he's gone all the way. Still, I think he's terrific, because he's very funny.
Emiel Bonewit is G.Z.'s admirer, but she doesn't care. He's pretty boring. Rob Cohen used to be in love with me too, but I can't stand him anymore. He's an obnoxious, two-faced, lying, sniveling little goof who has an awfully high opinion of himself.
Max van de Velde is a farm boy from Medemblik, but eminently suitable, as Margot would say.
Herman Koopman also has a filthy mind, just like Jopie de Beer, who's a terrible flirt and absolutely girl-crazy.
Leo Blom is Jopie de Beer's best friend, but has been ruined by his dirty mind.
Albert de Mesquita came from the Montessori School and skipped a grade. He's really smart.
Leo Slager came from the same school, but isn't as smart.
Ru Stoppelmon is a short, goofy boy from Almelo who transferred to this school in the middle of the year.
C.N. does whatever he's not supposed to.
Jacques Kocernoot sits behind us, next to C., and we (G. and I) laugh ourselves silly.
Harry Schaap is the most decent boy in our class. He's nice.
Werner Joseph is nice too, but all the changes taking place lately have made him too quiet, so he seems boring. Sam Salomon is one of those tough guys from across the tracks. A real brat. (Admirer!)
Appie Riem is pretty Orthodox, but a brat too.
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父爱是严肃、刚强的、博大精深的,父爱同母爱一样伟大,只是父亲表达爱的方式不同而已。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关父爱英文名言佳句,欢迎大家阅读!
24、一个男人发现他在变老,因为他开始像他的父亲。
a man found him in getting old, because he started to like his father。
25、人生内无贤父兄,外无严师友,而能有成者少矣。
no good fathers, in the life outside without strict teachers, and less successful。
26、家庭是父亲的王国,母亲的世界,儿童的乐园。
family is the kingdom of the father, the mother's world, children's paradise。
27、父爱是太阳,即使在乌云密布的日子里,我也能感受到他的光芒。
a father is the sun, even in overcast days, i also can feel his light。
28、让自己的儿女们光宗耀祖是父亲们的主要缺点。
let his own sons and daughters to uphold is the main drawback of fathers。
29、父母所欲为者,我继述之;父母所重念者,我亲厚之。
parents want to, i of the above; parents is read, i look to the thick。
30、父爱是一部震撼心灵的巨着,读懂了它,你也就读懂了整个人生!
a father is a searing huge, read it, you also read the whole life!
31、父亲们最根本的缺点在于想要自己的孩子为自己争光。
fathers the fundamental drawback is that they want their children to honor。
32、每一代人总是反抗自己的父辈,却和祖父交上了朋友。
each generation is always against his parents, has made friends with his grandfather。
33、父爱是一片大海,让你的灵魂即使遇到电闪雷鸣依然仁厚宽容。
a father is a sea, let your soul even in thunder and lightning is still very kind to forgive。
34、父爱是一把大伞,即使在风雨交加的路上,也不让一滴水珠落在我身上。
a father is a big umbrella, even in the stormy road, don't let a drop of water fell on me。
35、我想象不出还有什么比父亲的保护更让一个孩子渴求得强烈。
i can't imagine what could be better than more let a child protection for the father too strongly。
36、一个父亲能管好一百个儿子,而一百个儿子却难管一个父亲。
one father can manage one hundred sons and one hundred sons than hard tube of a father。
37、父亲是财源,兄弟是安慰,而朋友既是财源,又是安慰。
father's revenue, a brother is a comfort, but a friend is both a source of money, and comfort。
38、父爱是高山,即使在最困难的时候,也鼓励我挺直脊梁。
love is a mountain, even in the most difficult times, also encouraged me straight back。
39、父爱是北斗,即使在伸手不见五指的夜里,也能让我辨明方向。
is the father loves the big dipper, even in the opaque night, also can let i identify direction。
40、爸爸是什么样的人并不重要,重要的是我心目的爸爸是什么样的人。
dad is the kind of person is not important, important is my dad is the kind of person。
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励志,并不是让弱者取代另一个人成为强者,而是让一个弱者能与强者比肩,拥有实力相当的生命力和创造力。励志,即是唤醒一个人的内在创造力。惟有从内心深处展开的力量,用心灵体验总结出的精华,才是一个人真正获得尊严和自信的途径。下面读文网小编为大家带来英语励志名言佳句,欢迎大家阅读!
1、Let one’s thoughts of boundless love pervade the whole world--above, below and across--without any hatred, without any enmity.
让我们心中无限的爱能遍布整个世界,无论在宇宙的那一个角落,都没有丝毫的怨恨和敌意。
2、May I be strenuous, energetic and persevering !May I be patient! May I be able to bear and forbear the wrongs of others! May I ever keep a promise given!
愿我努力精进,勤奋不懈;愿我有耐心能容忍并宽恕别人的过错,愿我能信守自己立下的诺言。
3、May I be firm and resolute! May I be kind, compassionate, and friendly! May I be humble, calm, quiet, unruffled and serene! May I serve to be perfect! May I be perfect to serve!
愿我能坚决勇敢,有毅力和恒心。愿我能仁慈、友善、富有同情心。愿我能谦卑、宁静、沉着、安详。愿我能迈向完美的道路,而且能完善地服务别人。
4、He who sees other’s faults is ever irritable, the corruptions of such as one grows. He is far from the destruction of the corruptions.
寻找别人过失,而且容易发怒的人,苦恼越来越多。离开没有烦恼的境界也越来越远。
5、The wise man builds no hopes for the future, entertains no regrets for the past.
聪明的人不奢望未来,也不追悔过去。
6、Only things with which a man identifies himself are able to disturb his mind-only that which concern “ myself ”can give me grief.
执着自我的人,心智将会受到干扰。处处只考虑自我的人,将给自己带来忧愁。
7、The world is in continuous flux and is impermanent.
世界变迁不已,并非是常久不变的。
8、Change, impermanence is characteristic of life.
变化和无常是生命的特徵。
9、Let him be cordial in his ways and refined in conduct ; thereby full of joy he will make an end of ill.
待人热诚,举止文雅,只要每天充满着喜悦,苦恼就会消失得无影?。
10、He who wishes his own happiness by causing pain to others is not released from hatred, being himself entangled in the tangles of hatred.
为了追求快乐,而把快乐建筑在别人的痛苦上,便会受到怨恨的困扰,而无法摆脱怨恨。
11、Look at every one equally, irrespective of rich or poor, noble or of low caste.
平等地对待每一个人,而不论其贫富或贵贱。
12、The attendant should make the patient happy and hopeful.
探视病人应使患者充满希望和快乐。
13、Those who adhere to the principles of wisdom, have right attitudes, and true to their words and discharge their duties with responsibility are loved by people.
人们爱戴忠於真理、态度良好、言而有信、对职位负责的人。
14、When a man speaks or acts with good intention. Then happiness follows him like his shadow that never leaves him.
当一个人的言谈和举止怀着良善动机,快乐便像影子般地跟随他。
15、From moment to moment, a wise man removes his own impurities, as a smith removes the dross of silver.
聪明的人时常清除内心的污垢,就如同工匠清理银矿中的杂质。
16、Make haste in doing good, restrain your mind from evil. Whosoever is slow in doing well, his mind delights in evil?
及时行善,以免你的心里再起坏念头。凡是不能及时行善的人,内心常会生起恶念。
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《老人与海》是海明威于1951年在古巴写的一篇中篇小说,是海明威最著名的作品之一,奠定了他在世界文学中的突出地位。下面是读文网小编为大家带来老人与海经典英语句子段落,希望大家喜欢!
His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun.
他的衬衫上不知打了多少次补丁,弄得像他那张帆一样,这些补丁被阳光晒得褪成了许多深浅不同的颜色.
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学习是人在生活过程中,通过获得经验而产生的行为或行为潜能的相对持久的行为方式。学习是贯穿每个人的一生,需要养成终生学习的好习惯。下面读文网小编为大家带来四年级学习英语名言佳句,欢迎大家阅读!
1、不从泥泞不堪的小道上迈步,就踏不上铺满鲜花的大路。
don't move from the muddy trail, cannot step the road covered with flowers。
2、只有创造,才是真正的享受,只有拚搏,才是充实的生活。
only create, is the real enjoy, only struggle, is full of life。
3、开拓者走的是弯弯曲曲的路,而他留下的却是又直又宽的足迹。
the blazers are winding road, but he left behind is straight and wide footprint。
4、望远镜可以望见远的目标,却不能代替你走半步。
the telescope can see far goal, but does not take the place of you go half step。
5、纤夫在河边留下一串脚印,那是跋涉者生活的省略号。
they pull on the river left a string of footprints, it was wayfarers ellipsis of life。
6、上游,是勇士劈风破浪的终点,下游,是懦夫一帆风顺的归宿。
upstream, it is the end of the split the mighty waves, downstream, cowards plain sailing。
7、读书不要贪多,而是要多加思索。这样的读书使我获益不少。
don't take on too much, but to think more。 this book made me benefit a lot。
8、一分耕耘,一分收获。一艺之成,当尽毕生之力。
you reap what you sow, you reap what you sow。 an art, when the force of life。
9、海浪宁可在挡路的礁山上撞得粉碎,也不肯后退一步。
smash the waves would rather get in the way of the reef hill, also not willing to take a step back。
10、只要不放弃努力和追求,小草也有点缀春天的价值。
as long as you don't give up efforts and pursuit, the grass also has the value of spring。
11、老姜辣味大,老人经验多。请教别人不折本,舌头打个滚。
ginger spicy is big, the old man more experience。 consult others not selling, tongue to make a roll。
12、汗水和丰收是忠实的伙伴,勤学和知识是一对最美丽的情侣。
sweat and harvest is a faithful partner, study and knowledge is the most beautiful couple。
13、学问渊博的人,懂了还要问;学问浅薄的人,不懂也不问。
all knowledge, understand the even ask; knowledge shallow people, don't understand, also don't ask。
14、为了走上成材的道路,钢铁决不惋惜璀璨的钢花被遗弃。
to the path of timber, iron and steel will never regret bright spray of molten steel was abandoned。
15、泰山不是垒的,学问不是吹的。天不言自高,地不语自厚。
mount tai is not home, learning is not blowing。 the day without any high, not language since the thick。
16、即使脚步下是一片岩石,它也会迸发出火花,只要你拿起铁锤钢钎。
even pace is a piece of rock, it would burst out sparks, as long as you pick up the hammer drill steel。
17、不要嘲笑铁树。为了开一次花,它付出了比别的树种更长久的努力。
don't laugh at cycas。 in order to open a flower, it paid more than other tree species for a long time effort。
18、只有努力攀登顶峰的人,才能把顶峰踩在脚下。困难是人的教科书。
only trying to climb the peak of people, step on the foot to the summit。 the trouble is that one textbook。
19、强中更有强中手,莫向人前自夸口。满足现在的成就,就窒息了未来。
strong is more strong in hand, to the front of the boast。 meet the present achievements, suffocated in the future。
20、学习如钻探石油,钻得愈深,愈能找到知识的精髓。先学爬,然后学走。
learning such as drilling, drilling and the deep to find the essence of knowledge。 learn to climb, and then walk。
21、当幻想和现实面对时,总是很痛苦的。要么你被痛苦击倒,要么你把痛苦踩在脚下。
when our dream is confronted with the reality, is always very painful。 you will be crushed by the pain, or you trample on。
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《欢乐颂》是在1785年由德国诗人席勒所写的诗歌, 贝多芬为之谱曲,今天读文网小编为大家带来《欢乐颂》英文版歌词,希望大家喜欢!
That She Would Dishevel Her Hair
请她让她的金发散乱
Amarantba, sweet and fair,
美丽可爱的阿玛莲莎,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair:
别再编你光亮的金发吧!
As my curious hand or eye
既然我好奇的手和眼
Hovering round thee, let it 11y!
围着你打转,请任其飘散!
Let it fly as unconfined
任其无拘无束地飘扬,
As its calm ravisher the wind?
像被其迷住的和风那样;
Who hath left his darling East
它已离开心爱的东面,
To wanton o'er that spicy nest.
来这香喷喷的窝上游玩。
Every tress must be contest,
每绺金发须展现出来,
But neatly tangled at the best;
但是得绝美地绞在一块;
Like a clue of golden thread
就像金色的线一大团,
Most excellently revelled.
虽然有点乱却妙得非凡‘
Do not, then,wind up that light
所以,可别用缎带束起
In ribands, and o'ercloud in night,
那光明笼进夜的乌云里,
Like the Sun in's early ray;
就像凌晨太阳的光线;
But shake your head, and scatter day!
请把头一甩,撒出个白天!
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励志,并不是让弱者取代另一个人成为强者,而是让一个弱者能与强者比肩,拥有实力相当的生命力和创造力。励志,即是唤醒一个人的内在创造力。惟有从内心深处展开的力量,用心灵体验总结出的精华,才是一个人真正获得尊严和自信的途径。下面读文网小编为大家带来高三励志英文名言佳句,欢迎大家阅读!
1、two seeds, a forest。
两粒种子,一片森林。
2、honest, simple, practical。
诚实,朴实,踏实。
3、hard year, benefit from life。
辛苦一年,受益一生。
4、endurance is the mental, dominates。
忍耐力较诸脑力,尤胜一筹。
5、no hope, hard work bentou。
苦想没盼头,苦干有奔头。
6、with the circle, as retreat webs。
与其临渊羡鱼,不如退而结网。
7、eat bitter, bitter, for the people。
吃得苦中苦,方为人上人。
8、a couple of one mind, mud into gold。
夫妇一条心,泥土变黄金。
9、no saliva and sweat, no tears of success。
没有口水与汗水,就没有成功的泪水。
10、studious, diligent thinking, ask, hard drilling。
勤学,勤思,勤问,苦钻。
11、if you want to find, to dig into the water。
如果要挖井,就要挖到水出为止。
12、success has not been rejected never long。
未遭拒绝的成功决不会长久。
13、god helps those who help themselves, you can。
天助自助者,你要你就能。
14、spiritual adult, knowledge and talent, attitude。
精神成人,知识成才,态度成全。
15、do not matter of the today will drag tomorrow。
勿将今日之事拖到明日。
16、only to be thoroughly tempered, good steel。
只有千锤百炼,才能成为好钢。
17、the establishment of life, not to know, but can be。
人生伟业的建立,不在能知,乃在能行。
18、ordinary steps can also go through a great trip。
平凡的脚步也可以走完伟大的行程。
19、to beat yourself far more than others。
自己打败自己的远远多于比别人打败的。
20、at top speed, as the first monarch, young heroes。
快马加鞭,君为先,自古英雄出少年。
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励志,并不是让弱者取代另一个人成为强者,而是让一个弱者能与强者比肩,拥有实力相当的生命力和创造力。励志,即是唤醒一个人的内在创造力。惟有从内心深处展开的力量,用心灵体验总结出的精华,才是一个人真正获得尊严和自信的途径。下面读文网小编为大家带来经典英语名言佳句,欢迎大家阅读!
1、向竞争挑战,向压力挑战,更要向自己挑战时间就是一切。
challenge competition, challenge the pressure, the more to challenge their timing is everything。
2、现代的青年应该掌握各种新兴事物。送你一份手机祝福,够时尚吧。
modern youth should master all kinds of new things。 send you a phone blessing, fashionable。
3、路是脚踏出来的,历史是人写出来的。人的每一步行动都在书写自己的历史。
road is stepped out, history is written。 every step of man is writing his own history。
4、常说口里顺,常做手不笨。最淡的墨水,也胜过最强的记性。
often said that in his mouth, often do not stupid。 the light ink, also is better than the strongest memories。
5、善良的人永远是受苦的,那忧苦的重担似乎是与生俱来的,因此只有忍耐。
good man is always suffering, that the burden of sorrow seemed to be born, so only patience。
6、要做的事情总找得出时间和机会;不愿意做的事情也总能找得出借口。
to do things always find the time and opportunity; don't want to do and can always find an excuse。
7、既然我已经踏上这条道路,那么,任何东西都不应妨碍我沿着这条路走下去。
now that i have set foot on the road, so, nothing should prevent me to go along this road。
8、充满着欢乐与斗争精神的人们,永远带着欢乐,欢迎雷霆与阳光。
is full of joy and fighting spirit of the people, and always with the joy, welcome thunder and sunshine。
9、成功是一种观念,成功是一种思想,成功是一种习惯,成功是一种心态。
success is a kind of idea, is a kind of thought, success is a habit, success is a state of mind。
10、勤奋是学习的枝叶,当然很苦,智慧是学习的花朵,当然香郁。
diligence is the branches of learning, of course, very bitter, wisdom is the study of flowers, aromas, of course。
11、人一定要受过伤才会沉默专注,无论是心灵或肉体上的创伤,对成长都有益处。
people must focus on injury will only silence, whether spiritual or physical trauma, are helpful to growth。
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学习是人在生活过程中,通过获得经验而产生的行为或行为潜能的相对持久的行为方式。学习是贯穿每个人的一生,需要养成终生学习的好习惯。下面读文网小编为大家带来经典学习英语名言佳句,欢迎大家阅读!
1、学习必须与实干相结合。
learning must be combined with work。
2、活到老,学到老,一生一世学不了。
never too old to learn, learn life。
3、莫等闲,白了少年头,空悲切。
the mo, white young head, empty grievous。
4、我们愈是学习,愈觉得自己的贫乏。
the more we learn, the more feel poor。
5、欲得真学问,须下苦工夫。
to really knowledge, must under the bitter effort。
6、学习是劳动,是充满思想的劳动。
learning is labor, it is full of ideological work。
7、我们要像海绵一样吸收有用的知识。
we should absorb useful knowledge like a sponge。
8、蜂采百花酿甜蜜,人读群书明真理。
bees gather flowers make sweet, people read group of truth。
9、人要独立生活,学习有用的技艺。
people to independent living, learning useful skills。
10、学习,学习,再学习!学,然后知不足。
study, study, study again! to learn, and then know。
11、不渴望能够一跃千里,只希望每天能够前进一步。
not long to leap, just hope can further every day。
12、没有求知欲的学生,就像没有翅膀的鸟儿。
no students curiosity, like a wingless bird。
13、智慧的花朵,常常开放在痛苦思索的枝头上。
wisdom of flowers, branches often open thinking in pain。
14、水滴集多成大海,读书集多成学问。
water droplets set chengdahai more, reading more as a learning。
15、游手好闲的学习并不比学习游手好闲好。
learning is not better than learning idle to idle away his time。
16、科学技术是生产力,而且是第一生产力。
science and technology is productivity, and it is the first productive force。
17、勤奋的人是时间的主人,懒惰的人是时间的奴隶。
diligence is the master of time, idle man is the slave of time。
18、知识是勤奋的影子,汗珠是勤奋的镜子。
knowledge is the shadow of hard work, sweat is the mirror of diligence。
19、只要还有什么东西不知道,就永远应当学习。
as long as there's something i don't know, you should study forever。
20、茂盛的禾苗需要水分;成长的少年需要学习。
the lush movie need water; the growth of the young need to learn。
21、学到很多东西的诀窍,就是一下子不要学很多。
learn a lot of tricks, just suddenly don't learn a lot。
22、读书是学习,使用也是学习,而且是更重要的学习。
reading is learning, is also learning to use, and it is more important to study。
23、学问是异常珍贵的东西,从任何源泉吸收都不可耻。
learning is extremely precious things, from any source absorption is not a disgrace。
24、知识象烛光,能照亮一个人,也能照亮无数人。
knowledge is like a candlelight, can illuminate a person, also can illuminate countless people。
25、我的努力求学没有得到别的好处,只不过是愈来愈发觉自己的无知。
i didn't get other benefits, effort study is just more and find his own ignorance。
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健康是指一个人在身体、精神和社会等方面都处于良好的状态。健康包括两个方面的内容:一是主要脏器无疾病,身体形态发育良好,体形均匀,人体各系统具有良好的生理功能,有较强的身体活动能力和劳动能力,这是对健康最基本的要求;二是对疾病的抵抗能力较强,能够适应环境变化,各种生理刺激以及致病因素对身体的作用。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关健康英语名言佳句,欢迎大家阅读!
1、生命在于运动。
life is movement。
2、健全的精神,寓于健全的体格。
sound spirit, in a sound body。
3、房宽地宽,不如心宽。
better to otimista room is wide in width。
4、身勤则强,逸则病。
attendance is strong, body from the disease。
5、快乐首先在于有健康的身体。
happiness lies, first of all, in health。
6、健康不是一切,没有健康没有一切。
health is not everything, all without health。
7、常动则筋骨竦,气脉舒。
often move the bones and muscles has not respected, nadis shu。
8、体弱病欺人,体强人欺病。
weak disease deceives people, body strongman deceives。
9、千保健,万保健,心态平衡是关键。
thousands of health care, mental balance is the key。
10、一个人需要有一个目标来达到真正健康。
one needs to have a goal to be truly healthy。
11、常用的刀不锈,常练的人不病。
practice of commonly used knives stainless, often people don't。
12、一个人无法不变老,但是他可以抵制衰老。
one person cannot be the same old, but he can resist aging。
13、有规律的生活原是健康与长寿的秘诀。
have a regular life is the secret of health and long life。
14、理想的人是品德、健康、才能三位一体的人。
the ideal person is character, health, ability of the trinity。
15、早睡早起,使人健康、富有、明智。
early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise。
16、人的健全,不但靠饮食,尤靠运动。
people's sound, not only rely on diet, especially on sports。
17、宽厚待人,严于律己,知足常乐,不攀不比。
be kind, discipline, happiness consists in contentment, don't climb than。
18、智者要事业不忘健康,愚者只顾赶路而不顾一切。
a wise man will cause don't forget to health, fools just move on and desperate。
19、重视健康,淡泊钱财,死不带去,生不带来。
naked indifferent attaches great importance to the health, money, and don't bring。
20、只有身体好才能学习好、工作好,才能均衡地发展。
only good health can study well, work hard, to balanced development。
21、拿体力精力与黄金钻石比较,黄金和钻石是无用的废物。
take physical strength compared with gold, diamond, gold and diamonds are useless waste。
22、心理平衡,生理平衡,预防疾病,身体安静。
psychological balance, physiological balance, to prevent diseases, the body quiet。
23、人一生可以干很多蠢事,但最蠢的一件事,就是忽视健康。
can do a lot of stupid things in people life, but one of the most stupid thing, is the neglect of health。
24、高官不如高知,高知不如高薪,高薪不如高寿,高寿不如高兴。
official as go-getters, kochi less high salary, high salary as long life, happy is better than old。
25、心胸开阔,心地善良,处事泰然,性格开朗。爱劳动,不懒惰,爱活动,不闲着。
open-minded, kind-hearted, poised, pleasant personality。 love of labor, not lazy, love, do not idle。
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励志,并不是让弱者取代另一个人成为强者,而是让一个弱者能与强者比肩,拥有实力相当的生命力和创造力。励志,即是唤醒一个人的内在创造力。惟有从内心深处展开的力量,用心灵体验总结出的精华,才是一个人真正获得尊严和自信的途径。下面读文网小编为大家带来名人名言佳句英语精选,欢迎大家阅读!
1、宿命论是那些缺乏意志力的弱者的借口。——罗曼·罗兰
fatalism is an excuse for those who lack the willpower of the weak。
2、强调未成熟的人的早期经验的价值是非常重要的。——杜威
emphasis on immature people the value of early experience is very important。
3、相信爱情,即使它给你带来悲哀也要相信爱情。――泰戈尔
believe in love, even if it brings you sad to also want to believe in love。
4、以势交者,势倾则绝;以利交者,利穷则散。——王通
turn to potential, potential is unique; and hand in, the poor are scattered。
5、经验是一面镜子;借鉴它,你能清楚地看到往事。——易卜生
experience is a mirror; draw lessons from it, you can clearly see the past。
6、对别人的意见要表示尊重。千万别说:“你错了。”——卡耐基
to respect the opinions of others。 don't say: "you are wrong。"
7、愿除了寻求心灵的加深之外,友谊没有别的目的。——纪伯伦
may in addition to seek spiritual deepen friendship there is no other purpose。
8、凡是有良好教养的人有一禁诫:勿发脾气。——爱默生
anyone who has a good upbringing has banned a commandment: don't lose his temper。
9、春天没有花,人生没有爱,那还成个什么世界。──郭沫若
spring without flowers, a life without love, what also become that of the world。
10、天赋是埋藏在矿里的黄金,才能是挖掘矿藏的矿工。——蔡平
talent is buried in gold in a mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out。
11、剪不断,理还乱,是离愁,别是一般滋味在心头。──李煜
cut constantly, richard also disorderly, is sadness, an unspeakable taste in the heart。
12、一朝开始便永远能够将事业续继下去的人是幸福的。——赫尔克
once beginning to will be continued career after forever happy is the man who is。
13、经验使你在第二次犯相同错误时及时发现。——琼斯
experience makes the same mistakes you make in the second when found in a timely manner。
14、身无彩凤双飞翼,心有灵犀一点通。──李商隐
the body has no colourful feng wing, intended-and not to take a hint when a hint is not intended。
15、价值产生信心,信心产生热忱,而热忱则征服世界。——华特·h·柯亭姆
value have confidence, confidence, enthusiasm, and enthusiasm to conquer the world。
16、在幻想中生活的人就像醉汉,双手颤抖,软弱无力,无所事事。——爱献生
people living in a fantasy like a drunkard, hands trembling, weak, doing nothing。
17、周围都有好朋友的人,比四面楚歌的人不知幸福多少。——卡内基夫人
good friends are all around, than the embattled people do not know how much happiness。
18、以享乐为主是建立不了生活的,因为生活实质上就是事业。——高尔基
is given priority to with pleasure is to build a life, because life is essentially a career。
19、锦城虽乐,不如回故乡;乐园虽好,非久留之地。归去来兮。——华罗庚
chengdu is happy, than back to hometown; paradise is good, but not too long。 i'm going home!
20、我们世界上最美好的东西,都是由劳动、由人的聪明的手创造出来的。——高尔基
our most beautiful things in the world is created by labor, by the people's clever hands。
21、为学犹掘井,井愈深土愈难出,若不决心到底,岂得见泉源乎?——张九功
for the study of digging wells, the more difficult the well the deep soil, if not determined, or to see a fountain?
22、人只有献身于社会,才能找出那短暂而有风险的生命的意义。——爱因斯坦
only dedicated to the society, to find out the short and has a risk of the meaning of life。
23、在新时代的黎明,人将在全人类的精神团结中发现自己的灵魂。——泰戈尔
in the dawn of a new era, people will find themselves in the spirit of solidarity of mankind's soul。
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