短篇中英文美文
老地方整理的短篇中英文美文（精选7篇），经小编精挑细选，希望大家喜欢。
短篇中英文美文 篇1
All this happened more than a decade ago.
On the afternoon before Chinese New Year's Day I went to visit a friend in the suburbs of Chongqing. She lived on the top floor of the village office building. A flight of dark, narrow stairs led to a room where a table and several bamboo stools stood and a telephone hung on the wall. Beyond this room, separated by a mere cloth curtain, was the room where my friend lived. She had gone out, leaving a note on the desk by the window saying that she had been called away unexpectedly and wanted me to wait for her to come back.
I sat down at her desk, picked up a newspaper and started reading. Suddenly I heard the wooden door of the outside room open with a squeak. Shortly after, I heard someone moving a bamboo stool. I lifted the curtain and looked, only to find a small girl of about eight or nine. She had a pale thin face, and her lips were frozen purple because of the cold. Her hair was cut short and she was dressed in worn-out clothes. She wore no socks, only a pair of straw sandals. She was climbing onto the bamboo stool, trying to get hold of the receiver; but she quickly withdrew her hand as if startled at the sight of me. I asked her, Do you want to make a phone call? Yes, she nodded as she climbed off the stool, I want to call the hospital. I want Dr Hu. Mum has just spat up a lot of blood! Do you know the phone number? I asked. She shook her head and said, I was just going to ask the Telephone Service for it .... I immediately looked in the directory beside the telephone and soon found the number. Then I asked her again; If I get the doctor where should I tell him to go? Just tell her Wang Chunlin's wife is ill, and she will come, she replied.
I made the phone call and got through to the doctor. The girl gratefully thanked me and turned to leave straight away. I stopped her and asked, Is your home far from here? Just down in the valley, under the big yellow fruit tree, she told me, pointing outside the window. It takes only a couple of minutes to get there. With these words, she clattered downstairs.
Returning to my friend's room I read the newspaper from cover to cover, then picked up the Three Hundred Tang Poems and went through half of it. It was getting more and more overcast outside, yet there was no sign of my friend. Bored, I stood up, looked out the window, and watched the hazy mountain scenery in the thick fog. I spotted the small hut under the yellow fruit tree, and suddenly got the idea that I should visit the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs, bought a few big oranges from the hawker at the door, put them into my handbag, and walked along the uneven slabstone path down to the hut.
I knocked softly on the wooden door. The young girl I had met just now answered. Seeing me, she was a little taken aback at first, but soon began to smile and beckoned me in. On the plank bed against the wall her mother was lying on her back, her eyes closed. She must have gone to sleep. There were blood stains spattered on the bedclothes round her neck. Her face was turned to the wall, and I could only see tangled wisps of hair across her face and the coil at the back of her head. There was a small charcoal stove by the door, and on it a small, simmering casserole. The girl bade me sit down on the foot-stool in front of the stove, she herself squatting beside me, sizing me up. Has the doctor been? Yes, she gave Mum an injection .... She's quite OK now. Then she added, as if to console me, Don't worry. The doctor will come again in the morning . Has your mum eaten anything? What's in here? I asked, pointing to the casserole. She smiled, and replied, It's yam porridge, our New Year's Eve dinner . I suddenly remembered the oranges I had brought with me. I took them out and put them on the bedside table. The girl said nothing, just quietly reached her hand out for the biggest one. She cut the peel off the top with a knife, and deftly peeled the rest of the orange with her fingers.
Who else lives here with you? I asked her in a low voice. No one else right now. My dad went somewhere,... she did not finish. She slowly took out the orange segments and laid them beside her mother's pillow.
The tiny fire in the stove gradually died down, and it was getting dark outside. I stood up to go. The little girl held me back, quickly and deftly took out a big needle with a linen thread and worked at the bowl-shaped orange peel. She linked the opposite corners in such a way as to make a small basket, which she hung on a thin bamboo stick. She then took the stub of a candle from the windowsill, placed it in the orange peel basket, and lit it. When she had done all this, she handed the lamp to me, saying, It's dark now, and the road is slippery. Let this little orange lamp light the way for you up the mountain.
I accepted the lamp with admiration, and thanked her. She came out to see me off. I did not know what to say. Again, as if to console me, she spoke. Dad will soon come back. Then Mum will be well. She drew a circle in the air with her small hand, and then pressed it on mine, and said, Then, we will all be well. Obviously, her all included me.
Holding this ingeniously-made little lamp, I walked slowly up the dark, wet mountain path. In truth, the dim orange light could not reach very far. However, the little girl's calmness and courage, and her optimism, made me feel as though the way in front of me was boundlessly illuminated.
My friend had come back. Seeing me with the little orange lamp, she asked me where I had been. I told her, I've been to ... to Wang Chunlin's. She was astonished. Wang Chunlin, the carpenter? How did you come to know him? Some students from the medical college down at the foot of the mountain were arrested last year. Later, Wang Chunlin disappeared. It was said that he had often carried messages for those students ...
I left the mountain village that night, and have not heard of the little girl and her mother since.
But I recall the little orange lamp every Chinese New Year. Twelve years have passed. Her father must have come back long ago, and her mother got well. For we are all well now.
以上就是小编为大家准备的短篇中英文美文，生活有时候困难得难以置信，但又不容置疑。我们面临的挑战与困境似乎无法抵御，试图毁灭我们生活，甚至使你犹疑是否继续走下去。但是你总有选择的余地。从人生低谷走向新生活的杰西卡·赫斯乐普，在这里与我们分享她启迪心灵、充满震撼力的生活之旅。我们不需要献出自己的生命，我们只要在困难面前保持微笑，使困难迎刃而解，并永不放弃。只要这样，才有拥有美好的人生！
短篇中英文美文 篇2
"The days that make us happy make us wise."----John Masefield
when I first read this line by England's Poet Laureate, it startled me. What did Masefield mean? Without thinking about it much, I had always assumed that the opposite was true. But his sober assurance was arresting. I could not forget it.
Finally, I seemed to grasp his meaning and realized that here was a profound observation. The wisdom that happiness makes possible lies in clear perception, not fogged by anxiety nor dimmed by despair and boredom, and without the blind spots caused by fear.
Active happiness---not mere satisfaction or contentment ---often comes suddenly, like an April shower or the unfolding of a bud. Then you discover what kind of wisdom has accompanied it. The grass is greener; bird songs are sweeter; the shortcomings of your friends are more understandable and more forgivable. Happiness is like a pair of eyeglasses correcting your spiritual vision.
Nor are the insights of happiness limited to what is near around you. Unhappy, with your thoughts turned in upon your emotional woes, your vision is cut short as though by a wall. Happy, the wall crumbles.
The long vista is there for the seeing. The ground at your feet, the world about you----people, thoughts, emotions, pressures---are now fitted into the larger scene. Everything assumes a fairer proportion. And here is the beginning of wisdom.
短篇中英文美文 篇3
“仕宦当作执金吾，娶妻当得阴丽华”，这句话前半句是一个人的人生理想，意思是当官就要当执金吾（秦汉时期，负责统率保卫京城禁军的官职）这样的官员，出巡时候前呼后拥、威风八面；后半句是一个人的爱情宣言，意思是娶妻子就要取阴丽华这样的大美女，温婉可人、美丽贤惠。
发出这番感慨的是东汉开国皇帝刘秀，他有两个记录：学历最高（太学，相当于现在的清华北大）、唯一种过田的开国皇帝。他说这番话的时候是他刚到长安太学读书不久，有一次在大街上看到执金吾出巡时候的感慨。
后来他的成就大家都知道了：中兴汉室，延续汉祚二百年，远远超过了一个执金吾的水准。那么他的'爱情宣言实现了？答案显然是肯定的，否则就没有下面的这个故事。
阴丽华，南阳郡新野县（今河南新野）人，和刘秀少年时候生活的南阳郡蔡阳县相隔不远，那么无缘无故的，刘秀和阴丽华怎么会有机会认识呢？
原来刘秀的姐夫叫邓晨，家就住在新野，碰巧的是邓家和阴家还有亲戚关系，当某一天，刘秀跟随姐夫邓晨去阴家串门时候，偶然碰到阴家大小姐阴丽华时候，惊为天人，就和段誉见到王语嫣、我见到范冰冰之后的感觉是一样一样的。经过几次接触以后，郎有情、妾有意，两人便私定终身，约定此生非彼此不嫁（取）。
不过论身份，阴家是新野有数的豪门大族，而刘秀呢，落魄皇族一个，功不成，名不就。适逢王莽的新朝取代汉朝天下，因此这个皇族身份前面还得加个前朝，还不如刘备那刘皇叔的身份尊贵呢。因此可想而知，刘秀此时纯粹是单相思，谁家父母会同意把自己家千金小姐嫁给一个穷小子呢。
几年后，天下大乱，刘秀也跟随自己的兄长刘縯扯起了恢复汉室的旗号，公元23年，绿林军等将领忌惮刘縯的战功和能力，纷纷推选刘氏宗室刘玄为皇帝（此人性格懦弱，容易控制），年号更始。不久后，经过各路起义军的共同努力，攻下了长安，推翻了王莽建立的新朝。
此时的刘秀早已不是原先的落魄皇族了，而是名正言顺的大汉宗室，“昆阳之战”之后更是一战而名动天下：由于刘秀身先士卒、指挥得当，以区区二万兵力大破新朝四十多万大军，给予了王莽统治以重重的打击。
公元23年，兄长刘縯在朝廷中由于功勋卓著而被更始帝等人所猜忌，最终被害身亡。深深懂得隐忍之道的刘秀不动声色、委曲求全，让更始帝刘玄放松了对他的警惕，更是册封28岁的刘秀为武信侯。
不久后，刘秀派人回新野向阴家提亲，这时候的刘秀可是朝中新贵，阴家自然没有不答应的道理，于是，29岁的刘秀和19岁的阴丽华在宛城成婚，有情人终成眷属。（女子在古代通常15、6岁就便已嫁人，而阴丽华直到19岁一直抗住家里人的压力在等着她的心爱之人来娶她）
婚后三个多月，由于接到新的任务，刘秀不得已将阴丽华送回了新野娘家，开始踏上了他逐鹿中原、一统天下的王者之路。
公元25年六月，已经是“跨州据土，带甲百万”的刘秀在众将拥戴下，于河北鄗城（今河北省邢台市柏乡县固城店镇）的千秋亭即皇帝位，年号建武，被后世尊为光武帝。十月，光武帝刘秀迁都洛阳，立即派人将阴丽华接了过来，分别了两年之久，两人终于团聚了，万千相思，不作赘述。
这时候的光武帝刘秀面对阴丽华之后有点愧疚，原因为何呢？光武帝当时去河北的时候，势单力薄，为了扩大自己的实力，他选择广交豪杰，在河边真定地区的真定王刘扬拥兵十万，乃是地方上首屈一指的实力派，当接到光武帝刘秀准备交好他的书信后，提出了联姻的要求，想将自己外甥女郭圣通嫁给刘秀为妻。为了复汉大业，光武帝只得接受了这场政治联姻，也正是得益于这场联姻，他在河北的势力发展的很快。
正是源于这些愧疚，光武帝登基之后才迟迟没有立后，就是要等到阴丽华的到来，当他提出准备立阴丽华为皇后的时候，还没等大臣们反对，阴丽华自己首先不同意，因为阴丽华毕竟是大家闺秀、颇识大体，丈夫这两年在外面所取得的辉煌成就，自己一点忙也没有帮上，而郭圣通这边对丈夫的事业帮助很大，更为重要的一点，郭圣通已经为光武帝刘秀生了一个儿子，在她阴丽华到来之前，跟随光武帝刘秀的许多文武大臣压根对她没什么印象，很多大臣理所当然把郭圣通作为皇后的不二人选。并且目前天下未定，正是需要稳固人心的时候。
真正爱你的人，总是懂得设身处地的为你着想，哪儿自己受委屈，也甘之如饴，阴丽华毫无疑问就是这样的。
尽管光武帝刘秀很想立阴丽华做皇后，奈何形势不允许，加上阴丽华自己的坚决反对，因此光武帝刘秀只得立郭圣通为皇后，册封阴丽华为贵人。
但是光武帝刘秀对阴丽华的宠爱和关心远远的超过了皇后郭圣通，基本上都是在阴丽华的住处留宿过夜，因此阴丽华也陆续的为光武帝刘秀生了五个儿子。
建武十七年，天下已经平定，局势趋于平稳，困扰在光武帝刘秀心头多年的心事终于提上了日程，不久之后，郭圣通被废去皇后之位，迁为中山王太后，阴丽华正式被刘秀册封为皇后，对于刘秀来说，在他心目中，只有阴丽华是皇后的不二人选，这个皇后位置他让她的爱人多等了十六年。
既然皇后易位，那么郭圣通所生的儿子刘疆再做太子便不合适了，因此不久之后，光武帝正式免去刘疆的太子之位，册立与阴丽华所生长子刘阳为太子，即后来的汉明帝。
郭圣通被废之后，非但没有像西汉诸多废后一样因罪被处死，她和她的家族反而以藩王母族，在东汉受到尊崇，从一国之母降为妾中极位，她安享藩王太后之尊十一年，之后不断的受到光武帝刘秀额外的照顾。在她于公元52年病死后，不仅陪葬光武帝刘秀原陵以北，郭氏一族更因此而跻身东汉初期四大外戚家族之一。并且即位的汉明帝刘庄对郭圣通所生的几个儿子也比较照顾，这在充满残酷和血腥的皇权斗争中，也是比较罕见的温情的一幕。
刘秀和阴丽华相伴一生，恩爱了四十余年，实现了他们少年时候对爱情美好的憧憬，他们也用行动给他们之间的爱情画上了圆满的句号，给后人以无限的感思，也成为帝王爱情中不可多得的一段佳话。
短篇中英文美文 篇4
流云在天边，行囊在眼前，有一条通往太阳的路无边无际，路上绿草茵茵，有青春为伴;远方黄沙滚滚，同成熟相连，我们走着，与青春合作，用生命祭起心中的圣坛。
即便受了伤，也不让悲愤的泪水遮住脸，把眼泪拭干，我们要重绽三月的笑颜。即使迷了路也不把无名的忧伤刻在额前，星星终会升起来的，我们总会知道哪边是南哪边是北的。
我们走着，与青春合作，一天又一天，听风传递雨的消息，听雨敲打着湖的鼓面。那岁月的缆绳，终将成为我们抛向空中的闪电。我们走着，与青春携手，一年又一年，看冰雪沉默在冬天，响亮在春天;看着风把冰雪消融在大地的每一寸肌肤。那季节的色彩，终会被我们泼洒成斑斓的画卷。
我们每一个日子与青春一起过得寻常又不平凡，让我们飞扬的思绪轻轻罩住微风中的紫罗兰。我们眼睛很黑很亮，瞳孔里变幻闪烁的，是每一个与青春一起合作度过的晨曦和彩霞的迷人光焰。我们一起走过的日子，一起踏过的足迹，将会风化成一个又一个美丽的传说，一句又一句格言。
真喜欢这山一弯，水一弯!小河上鸭子静静的游，脚下河水在缓缓的流，像一首绵长动听的.歌谣。
真喜欢与青春一起度过的日子，时光不知不觉地从身边流走，那飞翔的小鸟从空中掠过，落在了黄昏的树梢。看，那与认知河边钓的是鱼，我们一起钓的是精致;他收获了一份喜悦，而我们收获的则是十分的美妙。
青春让我们用稚气，但决不服气的心态，冷眼看世界。当七色的天空飘落太阳雨时，常驻豪的我们决意，离开父母的庇护，乘鼓风之鹰去远征，不管风高云黑，伤痕满身……当然，因为我们年轻，岁月里有了未成熟的青苹果，难梳理的橄榄枝。在心海里浮起携刻着理想的帆，载着对某些人虔诚而沉重的承诺，我们起航了……
短篇中英文美文 篇5
时间一晃，竟又渡了两季春秋。回想初见时的杜鹃，依旧如血般殷红，仿若记忆流里那株曼莎珠华，开得那么的热烈，而又凄凉。
今晚没有月亮，但我眼里高挂着我从未见过的皎月，是那么的皎洁，神圣而明亮，散发着一层淡淡的七彩光晕，却似乎因这月色冷的撩人，微微紧凑着就像在相互取暖似得。星光点点，闪烁着剪不断，理还乱的愁思。像来自前世的回眸，望向我，好像在和我说：好久不见……
我站在这月下，抬头望向虚无的深空，像被莫名包围着，不安只是一闪而过，便见这月色深深地拥向我，我的衣裳，仿佛充满了光芒，伸出手，与月下的影子，那是我倒映在大地母亲上的灵魂，握了握手。今晚，成三人。
我曾为一个人的名字来到这里，在这里，笑过了，哭过了，爱过了，也痛过了。在这座小小的城里，谁曾为谁守望成一座永恒的碑，谁为谁凝结成一滴千年的泪。在这里，我学会了如何拿起，却用了两年的时间学会怎么放弃。点绛唇，欲语还休。
今晚教育系举办了闭幕式，还记得上一年我也是里面的一员。风风雨雨的一年过去了，看着往日里熟悉的脸庞。我的心也跟着留恋起来啊。我还记得你们啊，而你们，是否还记得曾经的我呢?虽然萍水相逢，但在这最纯真的年代里相遇，相逢一笑，浅浅的问候，在张扬的青春里相互祝福，然后……在岁月的沧桑里分离，自此天涯路人。或许在多年以后的某个瞬间，你我相遇，熟悉却叫不上名字，可能是一个微笑，也可能是默契地寒暄几句，然后又是擦肩，淡然离去，成为两个世界。
我就像是一个流浪的诗人，入红尘，只因为生自烟雨的性情。语红尘，只因为爱尽烟雨的空灵。叹红尘，只因为看遍红尘里的凄零。不会在一个地方停留些许片刻，即使依恋，却仍旧背上我的行囊，踏上那一条，只有一个人才能走的路。
我是一名星夜的`舞者，折翅的天鹅，于这清风明月，幽舞花间……
短篇中英文美文 篇6
《我崇拜生命》
我崇拜高尚的生命的秘密。我崇拜这生命在降生、成长、战斗、伤残、牺牲时迸溅出的钢花焰火。我崇拜一个活灵灵的生命在崇山大河，在海洋和大陆上飘荡的自由。
是的，生命就是希望。它飘荡无定，自由自在，它使人类中总有一支血脉不甘于失败，九死不悔地追寻着自己的金牧场。
短篇中英文美文 篇7
我爱你，时光
时光太匆匆，你看啊，我刚抓住冬末，春天就像一匹疾驰的马儿般冲到面前，措手不及，拦也拦不住，亲爱的人儿，你说怎么办?
我乘车出门，沿路两旁的杨柳树儿影影绰绰透露出绿的萌动，忽然想起杨巨源的《城东早春》诗中说“诗家清景在新春，绿柳才黄半未匀”，我没有去城东，不知是不是真如他所说。但我的棉衣是真的要穿不住了，与街边的老人说不上两句话，身上已是汗浸浸的。我知道，春天真的要来了，悄悄地，静静地……
亘古的时光太美了，如娇羞的新娘，如拂风的弱柳，我把她珍藏在心里，让她默默地在心灵深处流淌。我知道啊，今生今世，我会永远把她作为生命中最主要的色彩，尽情地描绘着五彩缤纷的生命历程。
我坐在桌边，看湿润的阳光透过窗子照射在书桌摊开着的书本上的时候，你就那么一丝丝划过我的手掌，无声无息地消逝在我身边的暗影里;我吃饭的时候，你轻轻地飘过我的唇吻，默无声息地从耳际飞过;我走路的时候，你就沿着熙熙攘攘的人群，穿越无数的缝隙，从我的肩头消失。亲爱的，你就这样走了么?
有时我就想，是你不等我，还是我不等你?我开始一页一页地读书，轻轻地，尤其是夜阑人静时，尽管没有红袖添香，尽管没有红烛香囊，但我喜欢读那些散发点淡淡幽香的书籍，一页页，一行行，读人世沧桑，读岁月像枯叶般变黄。我爱书，爱那些如梦似醉的文字，爱流淌在文字里面的那些悲欢离合，爱那些荡气回肠的穿透我生命与灵魂的时光。
我沿着岁月的波痕，走进一段又一段美好的时光。童年的梦幻，儿时的稚嫩，树头相向而鸣的喜鹊，池塘边的蛙鸣，树上的蝉声，还有啊，场院里的人群，悲咽的唢呐，淙淙的溪流……亲爱的时光，你就是我的魂梦啊!你怎么会那么匆匆!
那些年，我喜欢远行。懵懂的日子里，我一手托着梦想，一手挽着时光，追寻着遥不可及的远方。我不会顾及别人的眼光，不会听从父母的劝告，不会去想今生和来世，只会执拗地去做自己想做的每一件事。于是，在一个阴雨霏霏的早晨，背上简单的行囊，悄无声息地去了远方。那时的柳树下，慈爱的母爱踮着脚尖远望;可我啊，亲爱的朋友，你知道，我并没有回头望一望……时光如流水，我想那株已然消失在记忆中的柳树，想母亲泪涔涔的`目光。真的，我好悔……
时光是什么?时光是斗转星移，是沧海桑田。日出月落，岁月如昨。是谁在夜半时分悄悄打开我的心扉?从此啊，我不安分的灵魂再也没有静如止水过。我期待月上柳梢，静守僻静的城隅;沿着幽深的胡同，我独自踯躅。那紫色的雨儿穿越千古飘洒在江南的小巷，我只想逢着一个撑着油纸伞的丁香一样的姑娘。时光啊，可曾记得我那时青涩的模样……
时光，就如一把折叠的伞儿，一开一合，就折去了人生的大半时光。我读完了无知的岁月，走尽了无数的梦想，剩在手里的，只还有一缕晨光。也许，当朝阳初升之时，我打开手掌，瞬间就变得空空如也;也许，夕阳西下，就那么不轻易一转身，我已化为轻风一缕，消尽我的容颜和芬芳。时光啊，亲爱的，请你告诉我，是你在等我，还是我在等你?
不，从今天起，我要珍惜每一寸时光，面朝大海，春暖花开。明天，当第一缕晨光洒落在我的肩头，我会唱起嘹亮的歌声，唤醒那些对生活失望的人们，让他们重新走进这个美好的世界，拾起生活的勇气，展现出自己的光彩;当第一缕炊烟飘起在深邃的天空，我会走街串巷，把我美好的祝愿献给热爱生活的人们，让他们拥有和平、健康和幸福，更加执着于这个生生不息的美好人间……
这些都还不够，因为，我想让时光永远伴随在身旁。我从晨光曦微，等到暮色苍茫;从星光璀璨，等到灯光阑珊。会不会等到天荒地老?会不会等到日月无光?时光啊，你只知道，我这般执着，只为你啊!
如果，有一天，我固执地想，时光只有那么一点儿握在手中，真的好想问世间所有的人们，你说我是打开还是不打开?好可奈，面对匆匆而去的时光，我只想大哭一场，然后转身，静悄悄地，消失在茫茫夜色中……
我爱你，时光，向你致敬，向你表达我诚挚的谢意!在这个世上，我珍爱身边的亲人和爱着我的朋友，他们是我生命中不可分割的组成部分。我还珍爱所有的人们，没有他们，我就是无源之水，无本之木，他们才是我生命的源泉。
时光啊，请你不要太匆匆，希望你停留一会儿，那怕是一秒钟，你知道，就这一秒种，你会给人间带来多少美好和希望!爱你，时光，请你就做我生命的一部分吧!