高中英語(yǔ)美文摘抄
高中英語(yǔ)美文摘抄
摘抄最早源自何處,已無(wú)從考察,但古人讀書(shū)基本都重此法,沒(méi)有一個(gè)不是用此法積累而成名的。學(xué)習(xí)啦小編分享經(jīng)典高中英語(yǔ)美文，希望可以幫助大家!
經(jīng)典高中英語(yǔ)美文：My cyber love 我的網(wǎng)絡(luò)情緣
I have frequented(常到，常去) the same chat line for more than three years now and have made some wonderful online friendships. However I have become bored with the typical chat and Internet all together. So, I decided to take a break.
After about a week of being off line, I returned late one night to check mail. There, in my box was an email from a lady friend I had met in a chat room. She was going on and on about a man that had recently entered the room and how he was supposedly the "male incarnate(化身的，人體化的) " of myself. Anyone who knows me also knows that I am a bit of a "character." My sense of humor is one of a warped(歪曲的，反常的) and demented(發(fā)狂的，瘋狂的) nature. The thought of finding anyone who doesn't become annoyed instantly is a chore. Much less a man that shared the same. I completely discredited the email and went about my business.
Later that night, I found myself wandering the net. It was then I ran across a photo gallery that proved to be quite entertaining. As I clicked from one picture to the next, I ran across one gentleman's photo. I was stunned by his presence. Approximately 10 minuets had gone by when I finally tore myself away from the photo and decided to venture into chat. There, I found the woman who had sent me the email earlier that week. She proceeded to(繼續(xù)下去，進(jìn)入) tell me all about this man. "You just have to meet him," she said, ranting on and on about how much alike we were. I laughed at her thinking it was amusing. "No, I am serious! You have got to talk to him." I finally agreed that I would make effort to do so later on and left the chat quickly. Again, finding myself staring at this anonymous(匿名的，無(wú)名的) photo I had found earlier.
Approximately 4 hours later, I ventured back into the chat. Only to find a few friends talking about daily events. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere, a new name entered, rambling on and on about being the presentment of madness. I quickly spoke up and told the stranger that title had already been taken by myself as I laughed. He was silent for a few moments. It was then I received a "whisper" from him. "So you are the woman I have heard so very much about." I replied by saying, "I see my reputation precedes(領(lǐng)先，優(yōu)于) me.” It was then I noticed his side bar photo (this particular room has a side bar option for those wishing to post photos of themselves). I almost fell from my chair when I realized I was talking to the man in the photo. The photo I had found earlier that day while surfing. After several hours in "whisper" mode, we opted to enter my personal chat room. We found one another to be interesting. Not to mention, we thoroughly enjoyed our conversation.
Since then, our relationship has grown tremendously. Even going so far as to admit our love to one another. We both agree this seems crazy. The sort of thing you read about in a book. It hardly seems real. Neither of us was looking when fate let us to one another. Neither of us was in need of love. Hell, neither of us believed in love, especially online love prior to our finding one another. We both want so badly to be together. To learn, to love, and to experience what this has to offer. It is simply amazing. So much for not seeking love, eh?
It was as if we had been two long lost lovers being reunited after a long trip. I think he put it best when he said… "Life is full of shit…lots of it. And there are many a time when you may feel stuck/bored and it seems that there's nothing left to hold your interest or anything that doesn't piss you off. Well, there is such a thing as true love. It's there, it's indescribable and few are blessed with it. We are one of lucky couples."
Truly, the luckiest man and woman ever.
經(jīng)典高中英語(yǔ)美文：SHMILY 看我是多么愛(ài)你
My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily(看我是多么愛(ài)你) " in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared(涂抹，擦上) it in the dew(珠，滴) on the windows overlooking the patio(露臺(tái)，天井) where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath.
At one point(一度，在某處) , my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled(亂畫(huà)) hurriedly were found on dashboards(儀表盤(pán)) and car seats, or taped to steering wheels(方向盤(pán)) . The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.
"Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel(壁爐架) and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love — one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. It was more than their flirtatious(輕浮的) little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship as based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into(無(wú)意中遇到) each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.
Then one day, what we all dreaded(可怕的) finally happened. Grandma was gone.
"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet(花束，酒香) . As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grand-mother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby(搖籃曲，催眠曲) .
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom(看穿，徹底了解) the depth of their love, I had been privileged(給予特權(quán)，免除) to witness its unmatched beauty. SHMILY: See how much I love you.
經(jīng)典高中英語(yǔ)美文：Love is a telephone 愛(ài)情是一部電話機(jī)
Love is a telephone which always keeps silent when you are longing for(渴望) a call, but rings when you are not ready for it. As a result, we often miss the sweetness from the other end.
Love is a telephone which is seldom program-controlled or directly dialed. You cannot get an immediate answer by a mere "hello", let alone(更不必說(shuō)) go deep into your lover's heart by one call. Usually it had to be relayed by an operator, and you have to be patient in waiting. Destiny is the operator of this phone, who is always irresponsible and fond of laying practical jokes to which she may make you a lifelong victim intentionally(故意地，有意地) or unintentionally.
Love is a telephone which is always busy, When you are ready to die for love, you only find, to your disappointment, the line is already occupied by someone else, and you are greeted only by a busy line. This is an eternal regret handed down from generation to generation and you are only one of those who languish for(因渴望而苦惱) followers.
Love is telephone, but it is difficult to seize the center time for dialing, and you will let slip the opportunity if your call is either too early or too late.
Love is a telephone which is not always associated with happiness. Honeyed words are transmitted by sound waves, but when the lovers are brought together, the phone servers no purpose that many lovers observe that marriage is the doom of love.
Love is a telephone which, when you use it for the first time, makes you so nervous and excited that you either hold the receiver upside down(顛倒，混亂) or dial the wrong number. By the time you've calmed down, you will beat a loss to whom you should make the call.
Love is a telephone which often has crossed lines. And this usually happens to you unexpectedly. Your time will either cross or be crossed. Both cases are refereed to as "triangle". Fortunately, all such occurrences are transient(短暫的，路過(guò)的) .
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