星火 晨读英语美文100篇六级

晨读英语美文100篇六级Passage 1. knowledge and VirtueKnowledge is one thing, virtue is another;good sense is not conscience, refinement is not humility,nor is largeness and justness of view faith.Philosophy, however enlightened, however profound,gives no command over the passions, no influential motives, no vivifying principles.Liberal Education makes not the Christian, not the Catholic, but the gentleman.It is well to be a gentleman,it is well to have a cultivated intellect, a delicate taste,a candid, equitable, dispassionate mind,a noble and courteous bearing in the conduct of life—these are the connatural qualities of a large knowledge;they are the objects of a University.I am advocating, I shall illustrate and insist upon them;but still, I repeat, they are no guarantee for sanctity or even for conscientiousness,and they may attach to the man of the world, to the profligate,to the heartless, pleasant, alas, and attractive as he shows when decked out in them.Taken by themselves, they do but seem to be what they are not;they look like virtue at a distance, but they are detected by close observers, and in the long run; and hence it is that they are popularly accused of pretense and hypocrisy,not, I repeat, from their own fault,but because their professors and their admirers persist in taking them for what they are not, and are officious in arrogating for them a praise to which they have no claim.Quarry the granite rock with razors, or moor the vessel with a thread of silk,then may you hope with such keen and delicate instruments as human knowledgeand human reason to contend against those giants,Passage 2. “Packing” a PersonA person, like a commodity, needs packaging.But going too far is absolutely undesirable.A little exaggeration, however, does no harmwhen it shows the person's unique qualities to their advantage.To display personal charm in a casual and natural way,it is important for one to have a clear knowledge of oneself.A master packager knows how to integrate art and nature without any traces of embellishment, so that the person so packaged is no commodity but a human being, lively and lovely.A young person, especially a female, radiant with beauty and full of life,has all the favor granted by God.Any attempt to make up would be self-defeating.Youth, however, comes and goes in a moment of doze.Packaging for the middle-aged is primarily to conceal the furrows ploughed by time.If you still enjoy life's exuberance enough to retain self-confidenceand pursue pioneering work, you are unique in your natural qualities,and your charm and grace will remain.Elderly people are beautiful if their river of life has been,through plains, mountains and jungles, running its course as it should.You have really lived your life which now arrives at a complacent stage of serenity indifferent to fame or wealth.There is no need to resort to hair-dyeing；the snow-capped mountain is itself a beautiful scene of fairyland.Let your looks change from young to old synchronizing with the natural ageing process so as to keep in harmony with nature, for harmony itself is beauty,while the other way round will only end in unpleasantness.To be in the elder's company is like reading a thick book of deluxe editionthat fascinates one so much as to be reluctant to part with.As long as one finds where one stands, one knows how to package oneself,just as a commodity establishes its brand by the right packaging.Passage 3. Three Passions I Have Lived forThree passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life:the longing for love, the search for knowledge,and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither,in a wayward course over a deep ocean of anguish,reaching to the very verge of despair.I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy—ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my lifefor a few hours for this joy.I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness—that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousnesslooks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss.I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen,in a mystic miniature,the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined.This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life,this is what—at last—I have found.With equal passion I have sought knowledge.I have wished to understand the hearts of men.I have wished to know why the stars shine ...A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens.But always pity brought me back to earth.Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart.Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people—a hated burden to their sons,and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.This has been my life.I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it againif the chance were offered me.Passage 4. A Little GirlSitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl.With her head bent back she was gazing up at the sky and singing,while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloudthat hovered like a golden feather above her head.The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her glossy hair,gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black.So completely absorbed was she in watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addressed,that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her.Over her head, high up in the blue,a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzy cloud was singing, as if in rivalry.As I slowly approached the child,I could see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl,and especially by her complexion, that she uncommonly lovely.Her eyes, which at one moment seemed blue-gray, at another violet,were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way,and these matched in hue her eyebrows,and the tresses that were tossed about her tender throat were quivering in the sunlight.All this I did not take in at once;for at first I could see nothing but those quivering, glittering, changeful eyes turned up into my face.Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full-lipped mouth,grew upon me as I stood silently gazing.Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty than had ever come to me in my loveliest dreams of beauty.Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me. Passage 5 Declaration of IndependenceWhen in the Course of human events,it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bandswhich have connected them with another,and to assume among the powers of the earth,the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them,a decent respect to the opinions of mankindrequires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal,that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.—That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men,deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,—That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends,it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it,and to institute new Government,laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form,as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long establishedshould not be changed for light and transient causes;and accordingly all experience has shown,that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable,than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.But when a long train of abuses and usurpations,pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce themunder absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty,to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies;and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government.is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations,all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States.To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.Passage 6. A Tribute to the DogThe best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy.His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful.Those who are nearest and dearest to us,those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name,may become traitors to their faith.The money that a man has he may lose.It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most.A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action.The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with usmay be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world,the one that never deserts him,the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness.He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely,if only he may be near his master’s side.He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer;he will lick the wounds and sores that come from encounter with the roughness of the world.He will guard the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.When all other friends desert, he remains.When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces,he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journeys through the heavens.If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless,the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him,to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies.And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace,and his body is laid away in the cold ground,no matter if all other friends pursue their way,there by the grave will the noble dog be found,his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness,faithful and true even in death.Passage 7. Knowledge and ProgressWhy does the idea of progress loom so large in the modern world?Surely because progress of a particular kind is actually taking place around usand is becoming more and more manifest.Although mankind has undergone no general improvement in intelligence or morality,it has made extraordinary progress in the accumulation of knowledge.Knowledge began to increase as soon as the thoughts of one individualcould be communicated to another by means of speech.With the invention of writing，a great advance was made,for knowledge could then be not only communicated but also stored.Libraries made education possible, and education in its turn added to libraries:the growth of knowledge followed a kind of compound interest law,which was greatly enhanced by the invention of printing.All this was comparatively slow until, with the coming of science,the tempo was suddenly raised.Then knowledge began to be accumulated according to a systematic plan.The trickle became a stream;the stream has now become a torrent.Moreover, as soon as new knowledge is acquired, it is now turned to practical account.What is called “modern civilization” is not the result of a balanced development of all man's nature,but of accumulated knowledge applied to practical life.The problem now facing humanity is:What is going to be done with all this knowledge?As is so often pointed out, knowledge is a two-edged weaponwhich can be used equally for good or evil.It is now being used indifferently for both.Could any spectacle, for instance, be more grimly weirdthan that of gunners using science to shatter men's bodies while, close at hand,surgeons use it to restore them?We have to ask ourselves very seriously what will happen if this twofold use of knowledge,with its ever-increasing power, continues.Passage 8. Address by EngelsOn the 14th of March, at a quarter to three in the afternoon,the greatest living thinker ceased to think.He had been left alone for scarcely two minutes,and when we came back we found him in his armchair,peacefully gone to sleep—but forever.An immeasurable loss has been sustained both by the militant proletariat of Europe and America, and by historical science, in the death of this man.The gap that has been left by the departure of this mighty spiritwill soon enough make itself felt.Just as Darwin discovered the law of development of organic nature,so Marx discovered the law of development of human history:the simple fact, hitherto concealed by an overgrowth of ideology,that mankind must first of all eat, drink, have shelter and clothing,before it can pursue politics, science, art, religion, etc.;that therefore the production of the immediate material means of subsistenceand consequently the degree of economic development attained by a given peopleor during a given epoch form the foundation upon which the state institutions,the legal conceptions, art, and even the ideas on religion,of the people concerned have been evolved, and in the light of which they must, therefore,be explained, instead of vice versa, as had hitherto been the case.But that is not all.Marx also discovered the special law of motion governing the present-day capitalist mode of productionand the bourgeois society that this mode of production has created.The discovery of surplus value suddenly threw light on the problem,in trying to solve which all previous investigations,of both bourgeois economists and socialist critics, had been groping in the dark.Two such discoveries would be enough for one lifetime.Happy the man to whom it is granted to make even one such discovery.But in every single field which Marx investigated—and he investigated very many fields,none of them superficially—in every field, even in that of mathematics,he made independent discoveries.Passage 9. Relationship that LastsIf somebody tells you,“ I’ll love you for ever,” will you believe it?I don’t think there’s any reason not to.We are ready to believe such commitment at the moment,whatever change may happen afterwards.As for the belief in an everlasting love, that’s another thing.Then you may be asked whether there is such a thing as an everlasting love.I’d answer I believe in it, but an everlasting love is not immutable.You may unswervingly love or be loved by a person.But love will change its composition with the passage of time.It will not remain the same.In the course of your growth and as a result of your increased experience,love will become something different to you.In the beginning you believed a fervent love for a person could last definitely.By and by, however, “fervent” gave way to “prosaic”.Precisely because of this change it became possible for love to last.Then what was meant by an everlasting love would eventually end up in a sort of interdependence. We used to insist on the difference between love and liking.The former seemed much more beautiful than the latter.One day, however, it turns out there’s really no need to make such difference.Liking is actually a sort of love.By the same token, the everlasting interdependence is actually an everlasting love.I wish I could believe there was somebody who would love me for ever.That’s, as we all know, too romantic to be true.Instead, it will more often than not be a case of lasting relationship.Passage 10. RushSwallows may have gone, but there is a time of return;willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening;peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again.Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?Where could he hide them?If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend,but I do feel my hands are getting empty.Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless.Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming;yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush?When I get up in the morning,the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively;and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution.Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence.I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back,but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands.In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone.I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh.But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape?Nothing but to hesitate, to rush.What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating?Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,or evaporated as mist by the morning sun.What traces have I left behind me?Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?I have come to the world, stark naked;am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness?It is not fair though:why should I have made such a trip for nothing!You the wise, tell me,why should our days leave us, never to return?Passage 11. A Summer DayOne day thirty years ago Marseilles lay in the burning sun.A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern Francethan at any other time before or since.Everything in Marseilles and about Marseilles had stared at the fervid sun,and had been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there.Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses,staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaringwere the vines drooping under their loads of grapes.These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.The universal stare made the eyes ache.Towards the distant blue of the Italian coast, indeed,it was a little relieved by light clouds of mistslowly rising from the evaporation of the sea,but it softened nowhere else.Far away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages,and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade,dropped beneath the stare of earth and sky.So did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts,creeping slowly towards the interior;so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened;so did the exhausted laborers in the fields.Everything that lived or grew was oppressed by the glare;except the lizard, passing swiftly over rough stone walls,and cicada, chirping its dry hot chirp, like a rattle.The very dust was scorched brown,and something quivered in the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting.Blinds, shutters, curtains, awnings, were all closed and drawn to deep out the stare. Grant it but a chink or a keyhole,and it shot in like a white-hot arrow.Passage 12. NightNight has fallen over the country.Through the trees rises the red moon and the stars are scarcely seen.In the vast shadow of night, the coolness and the dews descend.I sit at the open window to enjoy them; and hear only the voice of the summer wind. Like black hulks, the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.I cannot see the red and blue flowers, but I know that they are there.Far away in the meadow gleams the silver Charles.The tramp of horses' hoofs sounds from the wooden bridge.Then all is still save the continuous wind or the sound of the neighboring sea.The village clock strikes; and I feel that I am not alone.How different it is in the city!It is late, and the crowd is gone.You step out upon the balcony, and lie in the very bosom of the cool,dewy night as if you folded her garments about you.Beneath lies the public walk with trees, like a fathomless, black gulf.The lamps are still burning up and down the long street.People go by with grotesque shadows, now foreshortened,and now lengthening away into the darkness and vanishing,while a new one springs up behind the walker,and seems to pass him revolving like the sail of a windmill.The iron gates of the park shut with a jangling clang.There are footsteps and loud voices; —a tumult; —a drunken brawl; —an alarm of fire; —then silence again.And now at length the city is asleep, and we can see the night.The belated moon looks over the roofs, and finds no one to welcome her.The moonlight is broken.It lies here and there in the squares and the opening of the streets—angular like blocks of white marble.Passage 13. Peace and Development: the Themes of Our TimesPeace and development are the themes of the times.People across the world should join hands in advancing the lofty cause of peace and development of mankind.A peaceful environment is indispensable for national,regional and even global development.Without peace or political stability there would be no economic progress to speak of.This has been fully proved by both the past and the present.In today’s world, the international situation is, on the whole, moving towards relaxation. However, conflicts and even local wars triggered by various factors have kept cropping up,and tension still remains in some areas.All this has impeded the economic development of the countries and regions concerned,and has also adversely affected the world economy.All responsible statesmen and governments must abide by the purposes of the UN Charterand the universally acknowledged norms governing international relations,and work for a universal, lasting and comprehensive peace.Nobody should be allowed to cause tension or armed conflicts against the interests of the people. There are still in this world a few interest groups,which always want to seek gains by creating tension here and there.This is against the will of the majority of the people and against the trend of the times.An enormous market demand can be created and economic prosperity promotedonly when continued efforts are made to advance the cause of peace and development,to ensure that people around the world live and work in peace and contentmentand focus on economic development and on scientific and technological innovation.I hope that all of us here today will join hands with all other peace-loving peopleand work for lasting world peace and the common development and prosperityof all nations and regions.Passage 14. Self-EsteemSelf-esteem is the combination of self-confidence and self-respect—the conviction that you are competent to cope with life’s challengesand are worthy of happiness.Self-esteem is the way you talk to yourself about yourself.Self-esteem has two interrelated aspects;it entails a sense of personal efficacy and a sense of personal worth.It is the integrated sum of self-confidence and self-respect.It is the conviction that one is competent to live and worthy of living.Our self-esteem and self-image are developed by how we talk to ourselves.All of us have conscious and unconscious memories of all the times we felt bad or wrong—they are part of the unavoidable scars of childhood.This is where the critical voice gets started.Everyone has a critical inner voice.People with low self-esteem simply have a more vicious and demeaning inner voice. Psychologists say that almost every aspect of our lives—our personal happiness, success, relationships with others, achievement, creativity, dependencies—are dependent on our level of self-esteem.The more we have, the better we deal with things.Positive self-esteem is important because when people experience it,they feel good and look good, they are effective and productive,and they respond to other people and themselves in healthy, positive, growing ways.People who have positive self-esteem know that they are lovable and capable,and they care about themselves and other people.They do not have to build themselves up by tearing other people downor by patronizing less competent people.Our background largely determines what we will become in personalityand more importantly in self-esteem.Where do feelings of worthlessness come from?Many come from our families,since more than 80% of our waking hours up to the age of eighteenare spent under their direct influence.We are who we are because of where we’ve been.We build our own brands of self-esteem from four ingredients:fate, the positive things life offers, the negative things life offersand our own decisions about how to respond to fate, the positives and the negatives.Neither fate nor decisions can be determined by other people in our own life.No one can change fate.We can control our thinking and therefore our decisions in life.Passage 15. Struggle for FreedomIt is not possible for me to express all that I feel of appreciationfor what has been said and given to me.I accept, for myself, with the conviction of having receivedfar beyond what I have been able to give in my books.I can only hope that the many books which I have yet to writewill be in some measure a worthier acknowledgment than I can make tonight.And, indeed, I can accept only in the same spiritin which I think this gift was originally given—that it is a prize not so much for what has been done, as for the future.Whatever I write in the future must, I think,be always benefited and strengthened when I remember this day.I accept,too, for my country,the United States of America.We are a people still young and we know that we have not yet come to the fullest of our powers. This award, given to an American, strengthens not only one,but the whole body of American writers,who are encouraged and heartened by such generous recognition.And I should like to say, too, that in my countryit is important that this award has been given to a woman.You who have already so recognized your own Selma Lagerlof,and have long recognized women in other fields,cannot perhaps wholly understand what it means in many countriesthat it is a woman who stands here at this moment.But I speak not only for writers and for women, but for all Americans,for we all share in this.I should not be truly myself if I did not, in my own wholly unofficial way,speak also of the people of China,whose life has for so many years been my life also,whose life,indeed, must always be a part of my life.The minds of my own country and China, my foster country, are alike in many ways,but above all, alike in our common love of freedom.And today more than ever, this is true,now when China's whole being is engaged in the greatest of all the struggles,the struggle for freedom.I have never admired China more than I do now,when I see her uniting as she has never before,against the enemy who threatens her freedom.With this determination for freedom,which is in so profound a sense the essential quality of her nature,I know that she is unconquerable.Freedom—it is today more than ever the most precious human possession.We—Sweden and the United States—we have it still.My country is young—but it greets you with a peculiar fellowship,you whose earth is ancient and free.Passage 16. Passing on Small ChangeThe pharmacist handed me my prescription,apologized for the wait,and explained that his register had already closed.He asked if I would mind using the register at the front of the store.。

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下面是店铺带来的英语六级晨读美文，欢迎阅读!英语六级晨读美文篇一Light in the Garden 光影FallAs I mourn the loss of daylight hours, I relish the gain in light with each leaf that falls.1 Autumn begins my survival for winter; without the leaves decent, I would be frightened by the lack of luster that only bright light can bring.2Each time I step outside, more light appears. It’s slow, but apparent. Light seems to change j ust when I need it to. It’s as if nature is adjusting a balance— tree canopies3 sit on the left pan of the scale, light sits on the right. Brightness is balanced as the trees’ leaves fall. If the hours in the day are to lessen, then the leaves must move to bring in brightness.There’s comfort under the canopy of trees. Shielded from the light, cooled by shade, and relaxed by the regulated radiance, trees’ leaves give me contentment.4I’m also equally content sitting on the ground under an open sky, particularly in the winter.Even though the falling leaves of autumn are warning us of winter to come, this process is a welcome necessity to balance the light for the shorter days. When it happens, I’m reminded of how much I miss the openness of the garden.WinterIf I can’t control the length of day, I’m happy to lend a hand in the amount of light that lands on my garden, Helen’s Haven. Deciduous5 trees have been planted so I can balance thelight in my winter garden and my mood. Creating seasonal tenor with the change in flora builds a better garden through diversity,6 and a way to add seasonal interest.Even with the shorter days, I welcome winter to view the open garden. My garden is exposed and bright, the branches of the trees are bare and open for inspection. As I look up in my winter garden, the framework of my summer’s cathedral-like canopy forms uncluttered lines of communication for confessions.7 I share all of my professions8 as I tend to my land. Winter is not my favorite season, but I built a garden that allows me to enjoy this time more than I ever thought possible.SpringJust when I need it the most, the scale begins to tip9. The days are growing longer and the trees begin to leaf10. The leaves tend to improve my mood. Life all around me stirs11 as the days lengthen. Fresh and bright, most trees have glowing12 green leaves in spring. This wonder has me looking up to slowly watch the sky close in. As days broaden the balance changes—the tree canopy on the left pan of the scale fills in, the light on the right balances out. It’s perfection at its best.SummerThe cloak of summer’s canopy—with a cathedral-like quality—reveals greenery hovering down,13 allowing sunlight to lightly kiss my cheek. The leaves of the trees are welcomed in summer to manage heat, intensity14, and length of the season. Comfort is sought under the canopy of the trees.Then the cycle begins again.If you’ve lived in an area for a period of time, you become programed15 to the seasons. Just when you’re ready for a change, the scales begin to tip, and it’s always in your favor.英语六级晨读美文篇二Keep Your Dream 守护你的梦想I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events. The last time I was there he introduced me by saying: “I want to tell you a story. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, ‘See me after class.’“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, ‘Why did I receive an F?’ The teacher said, ‘This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources . Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees . There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, ‘If you will rewrite thispaper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, ‘Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ Finally, after a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all. He stated, ‘You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.’ ”Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two years ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week. When the teacher was leaving, he said, ‘Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.’ ”“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what,” Monty a t last concluded.我有一个朋友叫蒙蒂•罗伯茨，他拥有一座养马场。

星火英语六级晨读美文How to Be Ture to YourselfMy grandparents believed you were either honest or you weren’t. There was no in between.They had a simple motto hanging on heir living-room wall: “Life is like a field of newly fallensnow;where I choose to walk every step will show.” They didn’t have to talk aboutit—theydemonstrated the motto by the way they lived. They understood instinctively that integritymeans having a personal standard of morality and ethics that does not sell out to selfishnessandthat is not relative to the situation at hand. Integrity is an inner standard for judging yourbehavior.Unfortunately,integrity is in short supply today—and getting scarcer. But it is the real bottomline in every area of society. And it is something we must demand of ourselves. A good testforthis value is to look at what I call the Integrity Trial, which consists of three key firmly for your convictions in the face of personal pressure. When you know you’reright,you can’t back down. Always give others credit that is rightfully theirs. Don’t be afraid of thosewho might have a better idea or who might even be smarter than you are. Be honest andopenabout who you really are. People who lack genuine core values rely on external factors—theirlooks or status—in order to feel good about themselves. Inevitably they will do everythingtheycan to preserve this appearance, but they will do very little, to develop their inner value andpersonal growth. So be yourself. Don’t engage in a personal cover-up of areas thatareunpleasing in your life. When it’s tough, do it tough. In other words, face reality and b e adult inyour responses to life’s challenges. Self-respect and a clear conscience arepowerfulcomponents of integrity and are the basis for enriching your relationships with others.Integrity means you do what you do because it’s right and not just fashionable orpoliticallycorrect. A life of principle, of not giving in to the seductive sirens of easy morality,will alwayswin the day.It will take youforward into the 21st century without having to checkyour tacks ina rearview mirror. My grandparents taught me that.Five Balls of LifeImagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them work, family,health, friends and spirit and you’re keeping all of these in the air. You will soonunderstand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back.But the other four balls family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will beirrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. Theywill never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance inyour life. How?Don’t undermine your worth bycomparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special.Don’t set your goals by what o ther people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as they would be your life, for without them, life is meaningless.Don’t let your life slip through your fingers byliving in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.Don’t give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is reallyover until the moment you stop trying.Don’t be afraid to admit t hat you are less than perfect.It is this fragile threadthat binds us to each together.Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. Itis by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.Don’t shut love out ofyour life by saying it’s impossible to find. Thequickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give itwings.Don’t run through life so fast that youforget not only where you’ve been, but also where you are going.Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.Don’t be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless,atreasure you can always carry easily.Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved.Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.Yesterday is history,Tomorrow is a mystery and Today is a gift: that’s why we call it “The Present”.The Road to SuccessIt is well that young men should begin at the beginning and occupy the most subordinatepositions. Many of the leading businessmen of Pittsburgh had a serious responsibility thrustupon them atthe very threshold of their career. They were introduced to the broom, and spentthe first hours of their business lives sweeping out the office.I notice we have janitors andjanitresses now inoffices, and our young men unfortunately miss that salutary branch of abusiness education. But if by chance the professional sweeper is absent any morning, the boywho has the genius of thefuture partner in him will not hesitate to try his hand at the broom.It does not hurt the newest comer to sweep out the office if necessary. I was one of thosesweepers myself. Assuming that youhave all obtained employment and are fairly started, myadvice to you is “aim high.” I would not give a fig for the young man who does not already seehimself the partner or the head of animportant firm.Do not rest content for a moment in your thoughts as head clerk, or foreman, or generalmanager in any concern, no matter how extensive. Say to yourself,“My place is at the top.”Beking in yourdreams.And here is the prime condition of success,the greatenergy,thought, and capital exclusively upon the business in which you areengaged.Having begun in one line,resolve to fight it out on that line, to lead in it, adoptevery improvement,have the best machinery, and know the most about it.The concernswhich fail are those which have scattered theircapital,which means that they have scatteredtheir brains also.They have investments in this, or that, or the other,here, there, andeverywhere.“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket” is allwrong.I tell you “put all your eggs inone basket, and then watch that basket.”It is easy to watc h and carry the one basket.He whocarries three baskets must put one on his head,which is apt totumble and trip him up.Onefault of the American businessmen is lack of concentration.A Divided House Cannot StandIf we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending,we could better judge what todo, and how to do it.We are now far into the fifth year since a policy was initiated withtheavowed object and confident promise of putting an end to slavery agitation.Under the operation of that policy, that agitation has not only not ceased,but has constantlyaugmented.In my opinion, it will not cease until a crisis shall have been reached and passed.“A house divided against itself cannot stand.”I believe this government cannot endurepermanently half slave and half free.I do not expect the Union to be dissolved;I do not expectthe house tofall; but I do expect it will cease to be divided.It will become all one thing, or all the other.Either the opponents of slavery will arrest thefurther spread of it,and place it where the public mind shall rest in the belief that it is inthecourse of ultimate extinction,or its advocates will push it forward till it shall become alike lawfulin all the States, old as well as new, North as well as South. Have we no tendency to thelattercondition?Let any one who doubts, carefully contemplate that now almost complete legal combination—piece of machinery,so to speak—compounded of the Nebraska doctrine and the Dred Scottdecision. Let him consider, not only what work the machinery is adapted to do, and how welladapted, butalso let him study the history of its construction,and trace, if he can, or ratherfail, if he can, to trace the evidences of design and concert of action among its chief architectsfrom thebeginning.感谢您的阅读，祝您生活愉快。

关于英语六级的晨读美文书面表达是初中学英语教学的重点,也是一个难点。

如何使学生的书面表达化难为易?可以从英语中的经典美文入手。

下面是店铺带来的关于英语六级的晨读美文，欢迎阅读!关于英语六级的晨读美文篇一你是上帝吗?"Are you god?"One cold evening during the holiday season, a little boy about six or seven was standing out in front of a store window. The little child had no shoes on and his clothes were mere rags.A young woman passing by saw the little boy and could read the longing in his pale blue eyes. She took the child by the hand and led him into the store. There she bought him new shoes and a complete suit of warm clothing.They came back outside into the street and the woman said to the child, "Now you can go home and have a very happy holiday."The little boy looked up at her and asked, "are you God, Ma'am?"She smiled down at him and replied, "No son, I'm just one of His children."The little boy then said, "I knew you had to be some relation." 关于英语六级的晨读美文篇二夫人，你很富有吗?They huddled inside the storm door—two children in ragged outgrown coats."Any old papers, lady?”I was busy. I wanted to say no—until I looked down at their feet. Thin little sandals, sopped with sleet."Come in and I'll make you a cup of hot cocoa.”There was no conversation. Their soggy sandals left marks upon the hearthstone. I served them cocoa and toast with jam to fortify against the chill outside. Then I went back to the kitchen and started again on my household budget.The silence in the front room struck through to me. I looked in. The girl held the empty cup in her hands, looking at it. The boy asked in a flat voice, "Lady . . . are you rich?"“Am I rich? Mercy, no!"I looked at my shabby slipcovers. The girl put her cup back in its saucer—carefully.“Your cups match your saucers."Her voice was old, with a hunger that was not of the stomach. They left then, holding their bundles of papers against the wind. They hadn't said thank you. They didn't need to. They had done more than that. Plain blue pottery cups and saucers. But they matched.I tested the potatoes and stirred the gravy. Potatoes and brown gravy, a roof over our heads, my man with a good steady job—these things matched, too.I moved the chairs back from the fire and tidied the living room. The muddy prints of small sandals were still wet upon my hearth. I let them be. I want them there in case I ever forget again how very rich I am.关于英语六级的晨读美文篇三我们要偷什么?Steal What?This story took place several years ago, when our boys were about eight years old. It was the first game of the season, and the first game in which the boys began pitching. I went out to discussground rules with the umpire and realized that is was also the first year that the boys could steal bases. Unfortunately, we had not gone over this in practice. So I hurried back to the dugout, gathered my players and proceeded to go over the rules. As I got to the subject of stealing bases, I announced enthusiastically, "And this year we get to steal!" The news caused the boys to erupt into yelling and cheering. Their response left me thinking positively that this might all work out okay after all. Then the cheers died down, and as our team was about to take the field, one player loudly exclaimed, "Steal what?!" I let out a groan as I realized that the question had come from my son!关于英语六级的晨读美文篇四不仅仅是朋友More than a Friend--by Stanley R FragerLouisville, Kentucky is a place where basketball is an important part of life, and taking my son to an NBA exhibition game is very special. Little did I realize how special the evening was going to be! It was a biting winter cold that was blowing some mean wind, as Josh held my hand as we crossed the Kentucky Fairgrounds parking lot headed for famous Freedom Hall. Being eight years old, he still felt it was okay to hold his father's hand, and I felt grateful, knowing that these kind of moments would pass all too soon.The arena holds nineteen-thousand-plus fans, and it definitely looked like a sellout as the masses gathered. We had been to many University of Louisville basketball games and even a few University of Kentucky games in this hallowed hall, but the anticipation of seeing Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls against the Washington Bullets (with ex-University of Louisville star Felton Spencer) made our pace across the massive parkinglot seem like a quick one, with lots of speculation about how the game was going to go. The turnstile clicked and Josh hung on to his souvenir ticket stub like he had just won the lottery! Climbing the ramps to the upper elevation seemed more an adventure than a chore, as we got to the upper-level seats of the "true" fans. Before we knew it, the game was underway and the battle had begun. During a time out, we dashed for the mandatory hot dog and Coke and trotted back so that we wouldn't miss a single lay up or jump shot. Things were going as expected until halftime. I started to talk to some friends nearby when there was a tug on my sleeve, my arm was pulled over by a determined young Josh Frager, and he began putting a multicolored, woven yarn bracelet around my wrist. It fit really well, and he was really focused intently as he carefully made a double square knot to keep it secure (those Scouting skills really are handy). Being a Scoutmaster with a lot of teenage Scouts, I recognized the significance of the moment, and wanting him to be impressed with my insightful skills, I looked him squarely in the eyes, smiled the good smile, and told him proudly how I knew this was a "friendship bracelet" and said, "I guess this means we are friends." Without missing a beat, his big brown eyes looked me straight in the face, and he exclaimed, "We're more than friends, You're my dad!"I don't even remember the rest of the game.。

六级英语美文晨读六级英语美文晨读大学英语六级考试作为一项全国性的教学考试由“国家教育部高教司”主办，每年各举行两次。

从2005年1月起，成绩满分为710分，凡考试成绩在220分以上的考生，由国家教育部高教司委托“全国大学英语六级考试委员会”发给成绩单。

下面是六级英语美文晨读，请参考！六级英语美文1It is well that young men should begin at the beginning and occupy the most subordinate positions. Many of the leading businessmen of Pittsburgh had a serious responsibility thrust upon them at the very threshold of their career. They were introduced to the broom, and spent the first hours of their business lives sweeping out the office. I notice we have janitors and jamtresses now in offices, and our young men unfortunately miss that salutary branch of a business education. But if by chance the professional sweeper is absent any morning, the boy who has the genius of the future partner in him will not hesitate to try his hand at the broom. The other day a fond fashionable mother in Michigan asked a young man whether he had even seen a young lady sweep in a room so grandly as her Priscilla. He said so, he never had, and the mother was gratified beyond measure, but then said he, after a pause, "What I should like to see her do is sweep out a room." It does not hurt the newest comer to sweep out the office if necessary. I was one of those sweepers myself.Assuming that you have all obtained employment and are fairly started, my advice to you is "aim high". I would not give a fig for the young man who has not already seen himself thepartner or the head of an important firm. Do not rest content for a moment in your thoughts as head clerk, or foreman, or general manager in any concern, no matter how extensive. Say to yourself, "My place is at the top." Be king in your dreams.And here is the prime condition of success, the great secret: concentrate your energy, thought, and capital exclusively upon the business in which your are engaged. Having begun in one line, resolve to fight it out on that line, to lead in it, adopt every improvement, have the best machinery, and know the most about it.The concerns which fail are those which have scattered their capital, which means that they have scattered their brains also. They have investments in this, or that, or the other, here, there, and everywhere. "Don't put all your eggs in one basket" is all wrong. I tell you "put all your eggs in one basket, and then watch that basket". Look round you and take notice; men who do that do not often fail. It is easy to watch and carry the one basket. It is trying to carry too many baskets, that breaks most eggs in this country. He who carries three baskets must put one on his head, which is apt to tumble and trip him up. One fault of the American businessman is lack of concentration.To summarize what I have said: Aim for the highest, never enter a bar room; do not touch liquor, or if at all only at meals; never speculate; never indorse beyond your surplus cash fund; make the firm's interest yours; break orders always to save owners; concentrate; put all your eggs in one basket, and watch that basket; expenditure always within revenue; lastly be not impatient, for, as Emerson says, "no one can cheat you out of ultimate success but yourselves." ）六级英语美文2I believe in the 50-percent theory. Half the time things are better than normal; the other half, they are worse. I believe life is a pendulum swing. It takes time and experience to understand what normal is, and that gives me the perspective to deal with the surprises of the future.Let’s benchmark the parameters: Yes, I will die. I’ve dealt with the deaths of both parents, a best friend, a beloved boss and cherished pets. Some of these deaths have been violent, before my eyes, or slow and agonizing. Bad stuff, and it belongs at the bottom of the scale. Then there are those high points: romance and marriage to the right person; having a child and doing those Dad things like coaching my son’s baseball team, paddling around the creek in the boat while he’s swimming with the dogs, discovering his compassion so deep it manifests even in his kindness to snails, his imagination so vivid he builds a spaceship from a scattered pile of Legos.But there is a vast meadow of life in the middle, where the bad and the good flip-flop acrobatically. This is what convinces me to believe in the50-percent theory.One spring I planted corn too early in a bottomland so flood-prone that neighbors laughed.I felt chagrined at the wasted effort. Summer turned brutal—the worst heat wave and drought in my lifetime. The air-conditioner died, the well went dry, the marriage ended, the job lost, the money gone. I was living lyrics from a country tune—music I disliked. Only a surging Kansas City Royals team, bound for their first World Series, buoyed my spirits.Looking back on that horrible summer, I soon understood that all succeeding good things merely of fset the bad. Worse than normal wouldn’t last long. I am owed and savor the peaceful and happy times. They reinvigorate me for the next nasty surprise and offer assurancethat I can thrive.The 50 percent theory even helps me see hope beyond my Royals’ rec ent slump, a field of struggling rookies sown so that some year soon we can reap an October harvest. Oh, yeah, the corn crop? For that one blistering summer, the ground moisture was just right, planting early allowed pollination before heat withered the tops, and the lack of rain spared the standing corn from floods. That winter my crib overflowed with corn—fat, healthy three-to-a-stalk ears filled with kernels from heel to tip—while my neighbors’ fields yielded only brown, empty husks.Although plantings past may have fallen below the 50-percent expectation, and they probably will again in the future, I am still sustained by the crop that flourishes during the drought.。

励志晨读英语美文带翻译晨读英语美文100篇带翻译优秀6篇英语晨读美文带翻译篇一Youth not a teme of lefe; et a state of mend; et not a matter of rosy cheeks, red leps and supple knees; et a matter of the well, a qualety of the emagenateon, a vegor of the emoteons; et the freshness of the deep sprengs of lefe.Youth means a temperamental predomenance of courage over temedety, of the appetete for adventure over the love of ease. Th often exts en a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserteng our edeals.Years may wrenkle the sken, but to geve up enthuseasm wrenkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-dtrust bows the heart and turns the speret back to dust.Whether 60 or 16, there en every human beeng’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfaeleng appetete for what’s next and the joy of the game of leveng. In the center of your heart and my heart, there a wereless stateon; so long as et receeves messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the enfenete, so long as you are young.When your aereals are down, and your speret covered weth snows of cynecm and the ece of pessemm, then you’ve grown old, even at 20; but as long as your aereals are up, to catch waves of optemm, there’s hope you may dee young at 80.译文：青春青春不是年华，而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，而是深沉的意志，恢宏的想象，炙热的恋情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流。

晨读英语美文6级英语课本是我们阅读教学中最珍贵的宝藏,而其精选的经典美文更是经久不衰、富含美学原理的源泉。

下面是店铺带来的6级晨读英语美文，欢迎阅读!6级晨读英语美文篇一Down By the Salley Gardens by W.B Yeats《相遇在莎园》，作者：叶芝Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.我曾和我的挚爱相遇在莎园中。

She passed the Salley Gardens, with little snow-white feet.她踏著雪白的纤纤玉足，轻轻走过莎园。

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree.她要我简单的追求真爱，就像大树长出树叶一般自然。

But I being young and foolish, with her would not agree.但我是那么的年轻愚笨，从来没有听从过她的心声。

In a field by the river, my love and I did stand.我曾和我的挚爱并肩伫立在河畔的旷野上。

And on my leaning shoulder, She laid her snow-white hand.她把她嫩白的小手，搭在我那微微倾斜的肩膀上。

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs.她要我简单的去生活，就像那生长在河畔的韧草一般。

But I was young and foolish, and now I'm full of tears.但我是那么的年轻愚笨，现在唯有泪水涟涟，感怀满襟。

6级晨读英语美文篇二Desiderataby Max EhrmannGo placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrenderbe on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to others,even the dull and the ignorant;they too have their story.Avoid loud and aggressive persons,they are vexations to the spirit.If you compare yourself with others,you may become vain and bitter;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.Keep interested in your own career, however humble;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.Exercise caution in your business affairs;for the world is full of trickery.But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;many persons strive for high ideals;and everywhere life is full of heroism.Be yourself.Especially, do not feign affection.Neither be cynical about love;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantmentit is as perennial as the grass.Take kindly the counsel of the years,gracefully surrendering the things of youth.Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.Beyond a wholesome discipline,be gentle with yourself.You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you,no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.Therefore be at peace with God,whatever you conceive Him to be,and whatever your labors and aspirations,in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,it is still a beautiful world.Be cheerful.Strive to be happy.6级晨读英语美文篇三Elegy 5by Ovid,translated by Christopher MarloweIn summer's heat, and mid-time of the day,To rest my limbs, upon a bed I lay,One window shut, the other open stood,Which gave such light, as twinkles in a wood,Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,Or night being past, and yet not day begun.Such light to shamefast maidens must be shown,Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown.Then came Corinna in a long loose gown,Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed,Or Lais of a thousand lovers sped.I snatched her gown: being thin, the harm was small,Yet strived she to be covered therewithal,And striving thus as one that would be cast, Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,Not one wen in her body could I spy,What arms and shoulders did I touch and see, How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me, How smooth a belly, under her waist saw I, How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh?To leave the rest, all liked me passing well,I clinged her naked body, down she fell,Judge you the rest, being tired she bade me kiss. Jove send me more such afternoons as this.。

星火书业晨读英语美文100篇六级Passage1. Knowledge and VirtueKnowledge is one thing, virtue is another; good sense is not conscience, refinement is not humility, nor is largeness and justness of view faith. Philosophy, however enlightened, however profound, gives no command over the passions, no influential motives,no vivifying principles. Liberal Education makes not the Christian, not the Catholic, but the gentleman. It is well to be a gentleman, it is well to have a cultivated intellect, a delicate taste, a candid, equitable, dispassionate mind, a noble and courteous bearing in the conduct of life—these are the connatural qualities of a large knowledge; they are the objects of a University. I am advocating, Ishall illustrate and insist upon them;but still, I repeat, they are no guarantee for sanctity or even for conscientiousness, and they may attach to the man of the world, to the profligate, to the heartless, pleasant, alas, and attractive as he shows when decked out in them. Taken by themselves, they do but seem to be what they are not; they look like virtue at a distance, but theyare detected by close observers, and in the long run; and hence it is that they are popularly accused of pretense and hypocrisy, not, I repeat, from their own fault, but because their professors and their admirers persist in taking them for what they are not,and are officious in arrogating for them a praise to which they have no claim. Quarry the granite rock with razors, or moor the vessel with a thread of silk, thenmay you hope with such keen and delicate instruments as human knowledge and human reason to contend against those giants,the passion and the pride of man.Passage2. “Packing” a PersonA person, like a commodity, needs packaging. But going too far is absolutely undesirable. A little exaggeration, however, does no harm when it shows the person's unique qualities to their advantage. To display personal charm in a casual and natural way, it is important for one to have a clear knowledge of oneself. A master packager knows how to integrate art and nature without any traces of embellishment, so that the person so packaged is nocommodity but a human being, lively and lovely. A young person, especially a female, radiant with beauty and full of life, has all the favor granted by God. Any attempt to make up would be self-defeating. Youth, however, comes and goes in a moment of doze. Packaging for the middle-aged is primarily to conceal the furrows ploughed by time. If you still enjoy life's exuberance enough to retain self-confidence and pursue pioneering work, you are unique in your natural qualities, and your charm and grace will remain. Elderly people are beautiful if their river of life has been, through plains, mountains and jungles, running its course as it should. You have really lived your life which now arrives at a complacent stage of serenity indifferent to fame or wealth. There is no need to resort to hair-dyeing；the snow-capped mountain is itself a beautiful scene of fairyland. Let your looks change from young to old synchronizing with the natural ageing process so as to keep in harmony with nature, for harmony itself is beauty, while the other way round will only end in unpleasantness. To be in the elder's companyis like reading a thick book of deluxe edition that fascinates one so much as to be reluctant to part with. As long as one finds where one stands, one knows how to package oneself, just as a commodity establishes its brand by the right packaging.Passage3. Three Passions I Have Lived for Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy —ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness —that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven thatsaints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what—at last—I have found. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine ... A little of this, but not much, I have achieved. Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people —a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.Passage4. A Little GirlSitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl. With her head bent back shewas gazing up at the sky and singing, while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her glossy hair, gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was she in watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addressed, that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her. Over her head, high up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzy cloud was singing, as if in rivalry. As I slowly approached the child, I could see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl, and especially by her complexion, that she uncommonly lovely. Her eyes, which at one moment seemed blue-gray, at another violet, were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way, and these matched in hue her eyebrows, and the tresses that were tossed about her tender throat were quivering in the sunlight. All this I did not take in at once; for at first Icould see nothing but those quivering, glittering, changeful eyes turned up into my face. Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full-lipped mouth, grew upon me as I stood silently gazing. Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty than had ever come to me in my loveliest dreams of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.Passage5 Declaration of IndependenceWhen in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Libertyand the pursuit ofHappiness. —That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, —That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience has shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. —Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now thenecessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain [George III] is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world. Passage6. A Tribute to the DogThe best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in thisselfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come from encounter with the roughness of the world. He will guard the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journeys through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless，the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the grave will the noble dog befound, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death. Passage7. Knowledge and ProgressWhy does the idea of progress loom so large in the modern world? Surely because progress of a particular kind is actually taking place around us and is becoming more and more manifest. Although mankind has undergone no general improvement in intelligence or morality, it has made extraordinary progress in the accumulation of knowledge. Knowledge began to increase as soon as the thoughts of one individual could be communicated to another by means of speech. With the invention of writing，a great advance was made, for knowledge could then be not only communicated but also stored. Libraries made education possible, and education in its turn added to libraries: the growth of knowledge followed a kind of compound interest law, which was greatly enhanced by the invention of printing. All this was comparatively slow until, with the coming of science,the tempo was suddenly raised. Then knowledge began to beaccumulated according to a systematic plan. The trickle became a stream; the stream has now become a torrent. Moreover, as soon as new knowledge is acquired, it is now turned to practical account. What is called “modern civilization” is not the result of a balanced development of all man's nature, but of accumulated knowledge applied to practical life. The problem now facing humanity is: What is going to be done with all this knowledge? As is so often pointed out, knowledge is a two-edged weapon which can be used equally for good or evil. It is now being used indifferently for both. Could any spectacle, for instance, be more grimly weird than that of gunners using science to shatter men's bodies while, close at hand, surgeons use it to restore them? We have to ask ourselves very seriously what will happen if this twofold use of knowledge, with its ever-increasing power, continues. Passage8. Address by EngelsOn the 14th of March, at a quarter to three in the afternoon, the greatest living thinker ceased to think. He had been left alone for scarcely two minutes, and when wecame back we found him in his armchair,peacefully gone to sleep—but forever. An immeasurable loss has been sustained both by the militant proletariat of Europe and America, and by historical science, in the death of this man. The gap that has been left by the departure of this mighty spirit will soon enough make itself felt. Just as Darwin discovered the law of development of organic nature, so Marx discovered the law of development of human history: the simple fact, hitherto concealed by an overgrowth of ideology,that mankind must first of all eat, drink, have shelter and clothing, before it can pursue politics, science, art, religion, etc.; that therefore the production of the immediate material means of subsistence and consequently the degree of economic development attained by a given people or during a given epoch form the foundation upon which the state institutions, the legal conceptions, art, and even the ideas on religion, of the people concerned have been evolved, and in the light of which they must, therefore, be explained, instead of vice versa, as had hitherto been thecase. But that is not all. Marx also discovered the special law of motion governing the present-day capitalist mode of production and the bourgeois society that this mode of production has created. The discovery of surplus value suddenly threw light on the problem, in trying to solve which all previous investigations, of both bourgeois economists and socialist critics, had been groping in the dark. Two such discoveries would be enough for one lifetime. Happy the man to whom it is granted to make even one such discovery. But in every single field which Marx investigated—and he investigated very many fields, none of them superficially—in every field, even in that of mathematics, he made independent discoveries. Passage9. Relationship that LastsIf somebody tells you,“ I’ll love you for ever,” will you believe it? I don’t think there’s any reason not to. We are ready to believe such commitment at the moment, whatever change may happen afterwards. As for the belief in an everlasting love, that’s another thing. Then you may be asked whether there is such a thing as aneverlasting love. I’d answer I believe in it, but an everlasting love is not immutable.You may unswervingly love or be loved by a person. But love will change its composition with the passage of time. It will not remain the same. In the course of your growth and as a result of your increased experience, love will become something different to you. In the beginning you believed a fervent love for a person could last definitely. By and by, however, “fervent” gave way to “prosaic”. Precisely because of this change it became possible for love to last. Then what was meant by an everlasting love would eventually end up in a sort of interdependence. We used to insist on the difference between love and liking. The former seemed much more beautiful than the latter. One day, however, it turns out there’s really no need to make such difference. Liking is actually a sort of love. By the same token, the everlasting interdependence is actually an everlasting love. I wish I could believe there was somebody who would love me for ever. That’s, as we allknow, too romantic to be true. Instead, it will more often than not be a case of lasting relationship.Passage10. RushSwallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment? I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes. Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush? When Iget up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever leftbehind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing! You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?Passage11. A Summer DayOne day thirty years ago Marseilles lay in the burning sun.A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern Francethan at any other time before or since. Everything in Marseilles and about Marseilles had stared at the fervid sun, and had been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their loads of grapes. These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.The universal stare made the eyes ache. Towards the distant blue of the Italian coast, indeed, itwas a little relieved by light clouds of mist slowly rising from the evaporation of the sea, but it softened nowhere else. Far away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages, and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade, dropped beneath the stare of earth and sky. So did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts, creeping slowly towards the interior; so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened; so did the exhausted laborers in the fields. Everything that lived or grew was oppressed by the glare; except the lizard, passing swiftly over rough stone walls, and cicada, chirping its dry hot chirp, like a rattle. The very dust was scorched brown, and something quivered in the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting. Blinds, shutters, curtains, awnings, were all closed and drawn to deep out the stare. Grant it but a chink or a keyhole, and it shot in like a white-hot arrow.Passage12. NightNight has fallen over the country. Through the trees rises the red moon and the stars are scarcely seen. In the vastshadow of night, the coolness and the dews descend. I sit at the open window to enjoy them; and hear only the voice of the summer wind. Like black hulks, the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.I cannot see the red and blue flowers, but I know that they are there. Far away in the meadow gleams the silver Charles. The tramp of horses' hoofs sounds from the wooden bridge. Then all is still save the continuous wind or the sound of the neighboring sea. The village clock strikes; and I feel that I am not alone. How different it is in the city! It is late, and the crowd is gone. You step out upon the balcony, and lie in the very bosom of the cool, dewy night as if you folded her garments about you. Beneath lies the public walk with trees, like a fathomless, black gulf. The lamps are still burning up and down the long street. People go by with grotesque shadows, now foreshortened, and now lengthening away into the darkness and vanishing, while a new one springs up behind the walker, and seems to pass him revolving like the sail of a windmill. The iron gates of the park shut witha jangling clang. There are footsteps and loud voices; —a tumult; —a drunken brawl; —an alarm of fire; —then silence again. And now at length the city is asleep, and we can see the night. The belated moon looks over the roofs, and finds no one to welcome her. The moonlight is broken. It lies here and there in the squares and the opening of the streets—angular like blocks of white marble.Passage13. Peace and Development: the Themes of Our TimesPeace and development are the themes of the times. People across the world should join hands in advancing the lofty cause of peace and development of mankind. A peaceful environment is indispensable for national, regional and even global development. Without peace or political stability there would be no economic progress to speak of. This has been fully proved by both the past and the present. In today’s world, the international situation is, on the whole, moving towards relaxation. However, conflicts and even local wars triggered by various factorshave kept cropping up, and tension still remains in some areas. All this has impeded the economic development of the countries and regions concerned, and has also adversely affected the world economy. All responsible statesmen and governments must abide by the purposes of the UN Charter and the universally acknowledged norms governing international relations, and work for a universal, lasting and comprehensive peace. Nobody should be allowed to cause tension or armed conflicts against the interests of the people. There are still in this world a few interest groups, which always want to seek gains by creating tension here and there. This is against the will of the majority of the people and against the trend of the times. An enormous market demand can be created and economic prosperity promoted only when continued efforts are made to advance the cause of peace and development, to ensure that people around the world live and work in peace and contentment and focus on economic development and on scientific and technological innovation. I hope that all of us here todaywill join hands with all other peace-loving people and work for lasting world peace and the common development and prosperity of all nations and regions. Passage14. Self-EsteemSelf-esteem is the combination of self-confidence and self-respect—the conviction that you are competent to cope with life’s challenges and are worthy of happiness. Self-esteem is the way you talk to yourself about yourself. Self-esteem has two interrelated aspects; it entails a sense of personal efficacy and a sense of personal worth. It is the integrated sum of self-confidence and self-respect. It is the conviction that one is competent to live and worthy of living. Our self-esteem and self-image are developed by how we talk to ourselves. All of us have conscious and unconscious memories of all the times we felt bad or wrong—they are part of the unavoidable scars of childhood. This is where the critical voice gets started. Everyone has a critical inner voice. People with low self-esteem simply have a more vicious and demeaning inner voice. Psychologists say that almost every aspect ofour lives—our personal happiness, success, relationships with others, achievement, creativity, dependencies—are dependent on our level of self-esteem. The more we have, the better we deal with things. Positive self-esteem is important because when people experience it, they feel good and look good, they are effective and productive, and they respond to other people and themselves in healthy, positive, growing ways. People who have positive self-esteem know that they are lovable and capable, and they care about themselves and other people.They do not have to build themselves up by tearing other people down or by patronizing less competent people. Our background largely determines what we will become in personality and more importantly in self-esteem. Where do feelings of worthlessness come from? Many come from our families, since more than 80% of our waking hours up to the age of eighteen are spent under their direct influence. We are who we are because of where we’ve been. We build our own brands of self-esteem from four ingredients: fate, the positive things life offers, the negative things life offersand our own decisions about how to respond to fate, the positives and the negatives. Neither fate nor decisions can be determined by other people in our own life. No one can change fate. We can control our thinking and therefore our decisions in life.Passage15. Struggle for FreedomIt is not possible for me to express all that I feel of appreciation for what has been said and given to me. I accept, for myself, with the conviction of having received far beyond what I have been able to give in my books. I can only hope that the many books which I have yet to write will be in some measure a worthier acknowledgment than I can make tonight. And, indeed, I can accept only in the same spirit in which I think this gift was originally given—that it is a prize not so much for what has been done, as for the future. Whatever I write in the future must, I think, be always benefited and strengthened when I remember this day. I accept,too, for my country,the United States of America. We are a people still young and we know that we have not yet come to the fullest of ourpowers. This award, given to an American, strengthens not only one, but the whole body of American writers, who are encouraged and heartened by such generous recognition. And I should like to say, too, that in my country it is important that this award has been given to a woman. You who have already so recognized your own Selma Lagerlof, and have long recognized women in other fields, cannot perhaps wholly understand what it means in many countries that it is a woman who stands here at this moment. But I speak not only for writers and for women, but for all Americans, for we all share in this. I should not be truly myself if I did not, in my own wholly unofficial way, speak also of the people of China,whose life has for so many years been my life also, whose life,indeed, must always be a part of my life. The minds of my own country and China, my foster country, are alike in many ways, but above all, alike in our common love of freedom.And today more than ever, this is true, now when China's whole being is engaged in the greatest of all the struggles, the struggle for freedom. I have never admired China。

晨读英语美文100篇六级Passage 14 Self-Esteem 晨读英语美文100篇六级Passage 14. Self-EsteemPassage 14. Self-EsteemSelf-esteem is the combination of self-confidence and self-respect —the conviction that you are competent to cope with life’s challengesand are worthy of happiness.Self-esteem is the way you talk to yourself about yourself.Self-esteem has two interrelated aspects;it entails a sense of personal efficacy and a sense of personal worth.It is the integrated sum of self-confidence and self-respect.It is the conviction that one is competent to live and worthy of living.Our self-esteem and self-image are developed by how we talk to ourselves.All of us have conscious and unconscious memories of all the times we felt bad or wrong—they are part of the unavoidable scars of childhood.This is where the critical voice gets started.Everyone has a critical inner voice.People with low self-esteem simply have a more vicious and demeaning inner voice.Psychologists say that almost every aspect of our lives—our personal happiness, success, relationships with others, achievement, creativity, dependencies—are dependent on our level of self-esteem.The more we have, the better we deal with things.Positive self-esteem is important because when people experience it,they feel good and look good, they are effective and productive,and they respond to other people and themselves in healthy, positive, growing ways.People who have positive self-esteem know that they are lovable and capable,and they care about themselves and other people.They do not have to build themselves up by tearing other people downor by patronizing less competent people.Our background largely determines what we will become in personalityand more importantly in self-esteem.Where do feelings of worthlessness come from?Many come from our families,since more than 80% of our waking hours up to the age of eighteenare spent under their direct influence.We are who we are because of where we’ve been.We build our own brands of self-esteem from four ingredients:fate, the positive things life offers, the negative things life offersand our own decisions about how to respond to fate, the positives and the negatives.Neither fate nor decisions can be determined by other people in our own life.No one can change fate.We can control our thinking and therefore our decisions in life.。

英语六级作文星火The Spark of Inspiration。

The spark of inspiration is a powerful force that has the ability to ignite passion, drive, and creativity within us. It is the catalyst that propels us forward, pushing us to reach for our dreams and achieve our goals. Whether it comes from a moment of clarity, a sudden burst of insight, or a deep sense of purpose, the spark of inspiration has the potential to transform our lives in profound ways.One of the most powerful examples of the spark of inspiration in action is the story of Thomas Edison. As a young man, Edison was driven by an insatiable curiosity and a desire to create. He was constantly searching for new ideas and ways to improve the world around him. It was this relentless pursuit of inspiration that led him to invent the phonograph, the motion picture camera, and, most famously, the electric light bulb. Despite facing countless setbacks and failures, Edison never gave up on his questfor inspiration, and his perseverance ultimately changed the course of history.In our own lives, the spark of inspiration can come from a variety of sources. It may be a piece of music that moves us to tears, a book that opens our eyes to new possibilities, or a conversation that challenges our beliefs. It may also come from within, as we tap into our own inner wisdom and intuition. No matter where it originates, the spark of inspiration has the power to transform our lives and the world around us.For many people, the spark of inspiration is thedriving force behind their creative endeavors. Artists, writers, musicians, and other creators often speak of being struck by a sudden burst of inspiration that propels them to create their best work. This inspiration can come from anywhere – a walk in nature, a conversation with a friend, or even a dream – but its impact is undeniable. It is the spark that fuels their creativity and drives them to share their gifts with the world.In addition to fueling creativity, the spark of inspiration can also be a powerful force for personalgrowth and development. When we are inspired, we are filled with a sense of purpose and possibility. We are driven to pursue our passions and overcome obstacles that once seemed insurmountable. This sense of inspiration can lead us to take risks, try new things, and push beyond our comfort zones. It can also help us to cultivate a sense ofresilience and determination, as we strive to bring our dreams to life.Ultimately, the spark of inspiration has the power to transform our lives in ways that we may never have imagined. It can lead us to new opportunities, new relationships, and new experiences. It can also help us to overcome challenges and obstacles that once seemed insurmountable. When we are inspired, we are filled with a sense of purpose and possibility, and we are driven to make the most of every moment.In conclusion, the spark of inspiration is a powerful force that has the ability to ignite passion, drive, andcreativity within us. It can come from a variety of sources, and its impact can be profound. Whether it leads us to pursue our creative endeavors, overcome personal challenges, or simply live with a greater sense of purpose, the sparkof inspiration has the power to transform our lives in extraordinary ways. As we cultivate a sense of inspirationin our lives, we open ourselves up to new possibilities and opportunities, and we become the architects of our own destinies.。

星火晨读英语美文100篇六级[精品]-CAL-FENGHAI.-(YICAI)-Company One1星火书业晨读英语美文100篇六级Passage1. Knowledge and VirtueKnowledge is one thing, virtue is another; good sense is not conscience，知识是一回事，美德是另外一回事。

良好的意识不是良心refinement is not humility, nor is largeness and justness of view faith.优雅不是谦让，也不是认为信仰的广博与公正。

Philosophy（哲学）, however enlightened（开明）, however profound（深刻）, gives no command over the passions（激情）, no influential motives（有影响力的动机）, no vivifying principles（富有原则）.哲学,无论多么开明的,都深奥莫测,都无法驾驭情感,不具备有影响力的动机,不富有原则。

Liberal Education makes not the Christian（基督教）, not the Catholic（天主教）, but the gentleman. It is well to be a gentleman, it is well to have a cultivated intellect（智力培养）, a delicate taste（敏锐鉴赏力）, a candid（坦诚）, equitable（公平）, dispassionate mind（冷静的头脑）, a noble（高贵）and courteous bearing（礼貌轴承） in the conduct （行为）of life—these are the connatural qualities（固有品质）of a large knowledge;they are the objects of a University.自由教育并不造就基督教徒抑或天主教徒,而是绅士。

星火英语六级晨读美文有很多英语学习者喜欢背诵这些美文以提高自己的英语水平,如果英语学习者能够清晰的把握美文的衔接手段,则他们的背诵则会事半功倍。

下面小编整理了星火英语六级晨读美文，希望大家喜欢!星火英语六级晨读美文品析How to Be Ture to YourselfMy grandparents believed you were either honest or you weren’t. There was no in between.They had a simple motto hanging on heir living-room wall: “Life is like a field of newly fallensnow;where I choose to walk every step will show.” They didn’t have to talk about it—theydemonstrated the motto by the way they lived. They understood instinctively that integritymeans having a personal standard of morality and ethics that does not sell out to selfishnessand that is not relative to the situation at hand. Integrity is an inner standard for judging yourbehavior.Unfortunately,integrity is in short supply today—and getting scarcer. But it is the real bottomline in every area of society. And it is something we must demand of ourselves. A good test forthis value is to look at what I call the Integrity Trial, which consists of three key principles:Stand firmly for your convictions in the face of personal pressure. When you know you’re right,you can’t back down. Always give others credit that is rightfully theirs. Don’t be afraid of thosewho might have a bett er idea or who might even be smarter than you are. Be honest and openabout who you really are. People who lack genuine core values rely on external factors—theirlooks or status—in order to feel good about themselves. Inevitably they will do everything theycan to preserve this appearance, but they will do very little, to developtheir inner value andpersonal growth. So be yourself. Don’t engage in a personal cover-up of areas that areunpleasing in your life. When it’s tough, do it tough. In other words, face reality and be adult inyour responses to life’s challenges. Self-respect and a clear conscience are powerfulcomponents of integrity and are the basis for enriching your relationships with others.Integrity means you do what you do because it’s right and no t just fashionable or politicallycorrect. A life of principle, of not giving in to the seductive sirens of easy morality,will alwayswin the day.It will take you forward into the 21st century without having to check your tacks ina rearview mirror. My grandparents taught me that.经典的星火英语六级晨读美文Five Balls of LifeImagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them work, family,health, friends and spirit and you’re keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back.But the other four balls family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life. How?Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special.Don’t set your goals by what other people deem imp ortant. Only you know what is best for you.Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as they would be your life, for without them, life is meaningless.Don’t let your life slip through your fingers byliving in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.Don’t give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.It is this fragile thread that binds us to each together.Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.Don’t run through life so fast that you forget not only where you’ve been, but also where you are going.Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.Don’t be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless,a treasure you can always carry easily.Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved.Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery and Today is a gift: that’s why we call it “The Present”.关于星火英语六级晨读美文The Road to SuccessIt is well that young men should begin at the beginning and occupy the most subordinatepositions. Many of the leading businessmen of Pittsburgh had a serious responsibility thrustupon them at the very threshold of their career. They were introduced to the broom, and spentthe first hours of their business lives sweeping out the office.I notice we have janitors andjanitresses now in offices, and our young men unfortunately miss that salutary branch of abusiness education. But if by chance the professional sweeper is absent any morning, the boywho hasthe genius of the future partner in him will not hesitate to try his hand at the broom.It does not hurt the newest comer to sweep out the office if necessary. I was one of thosesweepers myself. Assuming that you have all obtained employment and are fairly started, myadvice to you is “aim high.” I would not give a fig for the young man who does not already seehimself the partner or the head of an important firm.Do not rest content for a moment in your thoughts as head clerk, or foreman, or generalmanager in any concern, no matter how extensive. Say to yourself,“My place is at the top.”Beking in your dreams.And here is the prime condition of success,the great secret:concentrateyour energy,thought, and capital exclusively upon the business in which you areengaged.Having begun in one line, resolve to fight it out on that line, to lead in it, adoptevery improvement,have the best machinery, and know the most about it.The concernswhich fail are those which have scattered their capital,which means that they have scatteredtheir brains also.They have investments in this, or that, or the other,here, there, andeverywhere.“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket” is all wrong.I tell you “put all your eggs inone basket, and then watch that basket.”It is easy to watch and carry the one basket.He whocarries three baskets must put one on his head,which is apt to tumble and trip him up.Onefault of the American businessmen is lack of concentration.星火英语六级晨读美文品味A Divided House Cannot StandIf we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending,we could better judge what todo, and how to do it.We are now far into the fifth year since a policy was initiated with theavowed object and confident promise of putting an end toslavery agitation.Under the operation of that policy, that agitation has not only not ceased,but has constantlyaugmented.In my opinion, it will not cease until a crisis shall have been reached and passed.“A house divided against itself cannot stand.”I believe this government cannot endurepermanently half slave and half free.I do not expect the Union to be dissolved;I do not expectthe house to fall; but I do expect it will cease to be divided.It will become all one thing, or all the other.Either the opponents of slavery will arrest thefurther spread of it,and place it where the public mind shall rest in the belief that it is in thecourse of ultimate extinction,or its advocates will push it forward till it shall become alike lawfulin all the States, old as well as new, North as well as South. Have we no tendency to the lattercondition?Let any one who doubts, carefully contemplate that now almost complete legal combination—piece of machinery,so to speak—compounded of the Nebraska doctrine and the Dred Scottdecision. Let him consider, not only what work the machinery is adapted to do, and how welladapted, but also let him study the history of its construction,and trace, if he can, or ratherfail, if he can, to trace the evidences of design and concert of action among its chief architectsfrom the beginning.。

星火英语六级晨读美文篇一：星火书业晨读英语美文100篇六级前十篇中英翻译版星火书业晨读英语美文100篇六级前十篇中英翻译版1,;,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,—;,;,,,,,,,,,;,,;,,,,,,,,知识是一回事，美德是另一回事。

好意并非良心，优雅并非谦让，广博与公正的观点也并非信仰。

哲学，无论多么富有启迪和深奥莫测，都无法驾驭情感，不具备有影响力的动机，不具有导致生动活泼的原理。

文科教育并不造就基督教徒抑或天主教徒，而是造就了绅士。

造就一个绅士诚为美事。

有教养的才智，优雅的情趣，正直、公正而冷静的头脑，高贵而彬彬有礼的举止--这些是与渊博的学识生来固有的品质,它也是大学教育的目的。

对此我提倡之，并将加以阐释和坚持。

然而我要说的是，它们仍然不能确保圣洁，或甚至不能保证诚实。

它们可以附庸于世故的俗人，附庸于玩世不恭的浪子。

唉，当他们用它伪装起来时，就更增加了他们外表上的冷静、快活和魅力。

就其本身而言，它们似乎已远非其本来面目，它们似乎一远看的美德，经久久细察方可探知。

因此它们受到广泛的责难，指责其虚饰与伪善。

我要强调，这绝非是因为其自身有什么过错，而是因为教授们和赞美者们一味地把它们弄得面目全非，并且还要殷勤地献上其本身并不希冀的赞颂。

如若用剃刀就可以开采出花岗岩，用丝线即能系泊位船只，那么，也许你才能希望用人的知识和理性这样美妙而优雅的东西去与人类的情感与高傲那样的庞然大物进行抗争。

2“”,,,,',,,,,,-,,-'-,,,,,-；-,,',,人如商品要包装，但切忌过分包装。

夸张包装，要善于展示个性的独特品质。

在随意与自然中表现人的个性美，重要的是认识自己，包装的高手在于不留痕迹，外在的一切应与自身浑然一体，这时你不再是商品，而是活生生的人。

青年有着充盈的生命的底气，她亮丽诱人，这是上帝赐予的神采，任何涂抹都是多余的败笔，青春是个打个盹就过去的东西。

中年的包装主要是修复岁月的磨损，如果中年的生命依然有开拓丰满与自信，便会成年人，如果你生命的河流正常地流过，流过了平原高山和丛林，那么你是美的。

星火英语六级模板作文Introduction:In recent years, the topic of English proficiency has become increasingly important in China. With the globalization of the economy and the increasing importance of international communication, English proficiency has become a key factor in determining individual success. As a result, many students and professionals are seeking effective ways to improve their English skills. In this essay, we will explore the effectiveness of the Star Fire English Six Level template in helping individuals improve their English proficiency.Body:1. Overview of the Star Fire English Six Level template。

The Star Fire English Six Level template is a comprehensive English learning program designed to help individuals improve their English proficiency. The program covers all aspects of English learning, including reading, writing, listening, and speaking. It also provides a structured learning path that allows students to progress from basic to advanced levels.2. The effectiveness of the program。

星火书业晨读英语美文100篇六级Passage1. Knowledge and VirtueKnowledge is one thing, virtue is another; good sense is not conscience, refinement is not humility, nor is largeness and justness of view faith. Philosophy, however enlightened, however profound, gives nocommand over the passions, no influential motives, no vivifying principles. Liberal Education makes not the Christian, not the Catholic, but the gentleman. It is well to be a gentleman, it is well to have a cultivated intellect, a delicate taste, a candid, equitable, dispassionate mind, anoble and courteous bearing in the conduct of life—these are the connatural qualities of a large knowledge; they are the objects of a University. I am advocating, I shall illustrate and insist upon them; but still, I repeat, they are no guarantee for sanctity or even for conscientiousness,and they may attach to the man of the world, to the profligate, to the heartless, pleasant, alas, and attractive as he shows when decked out in them. Taken by themselves, they do but seem to be what they are not; they look like virtue at a distance, but they are detected by close observers, and in the long run; andhence it is that they are popularly accused of pretense and hypocrisy, not, I repeat, from their own fault, but because their professors and their admirers persist in taking them for what they are not,and are officious in arrogating for them a praise to which they have no claim. Quarry thegranite rock with razors, or moor the vessel with a thread of silk, then may you hope with such keen and delicate instruments as human knowledge and human reason to contend against those giants,the passion and the pride of man.Passage2. “Packing” a PersonA person, like a commodity, needs packaging. But going too far is absolutely undesirable. A littleexaggeration, however, does no harm when it shows the person's unique qualities to their advantage. To display personal charm in a casual and natural way, it is important for one to have a clear knowledge of oneself. A master packager knows how to integrate art and nature without any traces of embellishment, so that the person so packaged is no commodity but a human being, lively and lovely. A young person, especially a female, radiant with beauty and full of life, has all the favor granted by God. Any attempt to make up would be self-defeating. Youth, however, comes and goes in a moment of doze. Packaging for the middle-aged is primarily to conceal the furrows ploughed by time. If you still enjoy life's exuberance enough to retain self-confidence and pursue pioneering work, you are unique in your natural qualities, and your charm and grace will remain. Elderly people are beautiful if their river of life has been, through plains, mountains and jungles, running its course as it should. You have really lived your life which now arrives at a complacent stage of serenityindifferent to fame or wealth. There is no need to resort to hair-dyeing；the snow-capped mountain is itself a beautiful scene of fairyland. Let your looks change from young to old synchronizing with the natural ageing process so as to keep in harmony with nature, for harmony itself is beauty, while the other way round will only end in unpleasantness. To be in the elder's company is like reading a thick book of deluxe edition that fascinates one so much as to be reluctant to part with. As long as one finds where one stands, one knows how to package oneself, just as a commodity establishes its brand by the right packaging.Passage3. Three Passions I Have Lived for Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy —ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness —that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what—at last—I have found. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine ... A little of this, but not much, I have achieved. Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people —a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make amockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.Passage4. A Little GirlSitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl. With her head bent back she was gazing up at the sky and singing, while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her glossy hair, gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was she in watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addressed, that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her. Over her head, high up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzy cloud was singing, as if in rivalry. As I slowly approachedthe child, I could see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl, and especially by her complexion, that she uncommonly lovely. Her eyes, which at one moment seemed blue-gray, at another violet, were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way, and these matched in hue her eyebrows, and the tresses that were tossed about her tender throat were quivering in the sunlight. All this I did not take in at once; for at first I could see nothing but those quivering, glittering, changeful eyes turned up into my face. Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full-lipped mouth, grew upon me as I stood silently gazing. Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty than had ever come to me in my loveliest dreams of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.Passage5 Declaration of Independence When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, andto assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Libertyand the pursuit of Happiness. —That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, —That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly allexperience has shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. —Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain [George III] is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.Passage6. A Tribute to the DogThe best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care mayprove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come from encounter with the roughness of the world. He will guard the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journeys through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless，the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the grave will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.Passage7. Knowledge and Progress Why does the idea of progress loom so large in the modern world? Surely because progress of a particular kind is actually taking place around us and is becoming more and more manifest. Although mankind has undergone no general improvement in intelligence or morality, it has made extraordinaryprogress in the accumulation of knowledge. Knowledge began to increase as soon as the thoughts of one individual could be communicated to another by means of speech. With the invention of writing，a great advance was made, for knowledge could then be not only communicated but also stored. Libraries made education possible, and education in its turn added to libraries: the growth of knowledge followed a kind of compound interest law, which was greatly enhanced by the invention of printing. All this was comparatively slow until, with the coming of science,the tempo was suddenly raised. Then knowledge began to be accumulated according to a systematic plan. The trickle became a stream; the stream has now become a torrent. Moreover, as soon as new knowledge is acquired, it is now turned to practical account. What is called “modern civilization” is not the result of a balanced development of all man's nature, but of accumulated knowledge applied to practical life. The problem now facing humanity is: What is going to be done with all this knowledge? As is so often pointed out,knowledge is a two-edged weapon which can be used equally for good or evil. It is now being used indifferently for both. Could any spectacle, for instance, be more grimly weird than that of gunners using science to shatter men's bodies while, close at hand, surgeons use it to restore them? We have to ask ourselves very seriously what will happen if this twofold use of knowledge, with its ever-increasing power, continues.Passage8. Address by Engels On the 14th of March, at a quarter to three in the afternoon, the greatest living thinker ceased to think. He had been left alone for scarcely two minutes, and when we came back we found him in his armchair,peacefully gone to sleep—but forever. An immeasurable loss has been sustained both by the militant proletariat of Europe and America, and by historical science, in the death of this man. The gap that has been left by the departure of this mighty spirit will soon enough make itself felt. Just as Darwin discovered the law of development of organic nature, so Marx discovered the law ofdevelopment of human history: the simple fact, hitherto concealed by an overgrowth of ideology,that mankind must first of all eat, drink, have shelter and clothing, before it can pursue politics, science, art, religion, etc.; that therefore the production of the immediate material means of subsistence and consequently the degree of economic development attained by a given people or during a given epoch form the foundation upon which the state institutions, the legal conceptions, art, and even the ideas on religion, of the people concerned have been evolved, and in the light of which they must, therefore, be explained, instead of vice versa, as had hitherto been the case. But that is not all. Marx also discovered the special law of motion governing the present-day capitalist mode of production and the bourgeois society that this mode of production has created. The discovery of surplus value suddenly threw light on the problem, in trying to solve which all previous investigations, of both bourgeois economists and socialist critics, had been groping in the dark.Two such discoveries would be enough for one lifetime. Happy the man to whom it is granted to make even one such discovery. But in every single field which Marx investigated—and he investigated very many fields, none of them superficially—in every field, even in that of mathematics, he made independent discoveries.Passage9. Relationship that Lasts If somebody tells you,“ I’ll love you for ever,” will you believe it? I don’t think there’s any reason not to. We are ready to believe such commitment at the moment, whatever change may happen afterwards. As for the belief in an everlasting love, that’s another thing. Then you may be asked whether there is such a thing as an everlasting love. I’d answer I believe in it, but an everlasting love is not immutable.You may unswervingly love or be loved by a person. But love will change its composition with the passage of time. It will not remain the same. In the course of your growth and as a result of your increased experience, love will become something different toyou. In the beginning you believed a fervent love for a person could last definitely. By and by, however, “fervent” gave way to “prosaic”. Precisely because of this change it became possible for love to last. Then what was meant by an everlasting love would eventually end up in a sort of interdependence. We used to insist on the difference between love and liking. The former seemed much more beautiful than the latter. One day, however, it turns out there’s really no need to make such difference. Liking is actually a sort of love. By the same token, the everlasting interdependence is actually an everlasting love. I wish I could believe there was somebody who would love me for ever. That’s, as we all know, too romantic to be true. Instead, it will more often than not be a case of lasting relationship.Passage10. Rush Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you thewise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment? I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes. Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus —the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes awaybefore my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence.I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing! You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?Passage11. A Summer Day One day thirty years ago Marseilles lay in the burning sun. A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern Francethan at any other time before or since. Everything in Marseilles and about Marseilles had stared at the fervid sun, and had been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their loads of grapes. These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.The universal stare made the eyes ache. Towards the distant blue of the Italian coast, indeed, it was a little relieved by light clouds of mist slowly rising from the evaporation of the sea, but it softened nowhere else. Far away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages, and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees withoutshade, dropped beneath the stare of earth and sky. So did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts, creeping slowly towards the interior; so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened; so did the exhausted laborers in the fields. Everything that lived or grew was oppressed by the glare; except the lizard, passing swiftly over rough stone walls, and cicada, chirping its dry hot chirp, like a rattle. The very dust was scorched brown, and something quivered in the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting. Blinds, shutters, curtains, awnings, were all closed and drawn to deep out the stare. Grant it but a chink or a keyhole, and it shot in like a white-hot arrow.Passage12. NightNight has fallen over the country. Through the trees rises the red moon and the stars are scarcely seen. In the vast shadow of night, the coolness and the dews descend. I sit at the open window to enjoy them; and hear only the voice of the summer wind. Like black hulks, the shadows of the great treesride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass. I cannot see the red and blue flowers, but I know that they are there. Far away in the meadow gleams the silver Charles. The tramp of horses' hoofs sounds from the wooden bridge. Then all is still save the continuous wind or the sound of the neighboring sea. The village clock strikes; and I feel that I am not alone. How different it is in the city! It is late, and the crowd is gone. You step out upon the balcony, and lie in the very bosom of the cool, dewy night as if you folded her garments about you. Beneath lies the public walk with trees, like a fathomless, black gulf. The lamps are still burning up and down the long street. People go by with grotesque shadows, now foreshortened, and now lengthening away into the darkness and vanishing, while a new one springs up behind the walker, and seems to pass him revolving like the sail of a windmill. The iron gates of the park shut with a jangling clang. There are footsteps and loud voices; —a tumult; —a drunken brawl; —an alarm of fire; —then silence again. Andnow at length the city is asleep, and we can see the night. The belated moon looks over the roofs, and finds no one to welcome her. The moonlight is broken. It lies here and there in the squares and the opening of the streets—angular like blocks of white marble.Passage13. Peace and Development: the Themes of Our TimesPeace and development are the themes of the times. People across the world should join hands in advancing the lofty cause of peace and development of mankind. A peaceful environment is indispensable for national, regional and even global development. Without peace or political stability there would be no economic progress to speak of. This has been fully proved by both the past and the present. In today’s world, the international situation is, on the whole, moving towards relaxation. However, conflicts and even local wars triggered by various factors have kept cropping up, and tension still remains in some areas. All this has impeded the economic development of the countries and regionsconcerned, and has also adversely affected the world economy. All responsible statesmen and governments must abide by the purposes of the UN Charter and the universally acknowledged norms governing international relations, and work for a universal, lasting and comprehensive peace. Nobody should be allowed to cause tension or armed conflicts against the interests of the people. There are still in this world a few interest groups, which always want to seek gains by creating tension here and there. This is against the will of the majority of the people and against the trend of the times. An enormous market demand can be created and economic prosperity promoted only when continued efforts are made to advance the cause of peace and development, to ensure that people around the world live and work in peace and contentment and focus on economic development and on scientific and technological innovation. I hope that all of us here today will join hands with all other peace-loving people and work for lasting world peace and the common development and prosperity of allnations and regions.Passage14. Self-Esteem Self-esteem is the combination of self-confidence and self-respect—the conviction that you are competent to cope with life’s challenges and are worthy of happiness. Self-esteem is the way you talk to yourself about yourself. Self-esteem has two interrelated aspects; it entails a sense of personal efficacy and a sense of personal worth. It is the integrated sum of self-confidence and self-respect. It is the conviction that one is competent to live and worthy of living. Our self-esteem and self-image are developed by how we talk to ourselves. All of us have conscious and unconscious memories of all the times we felt bad or wrong—they are part of the unavoidable scars of childhood. This is where the critical voice gets started. Everyone has a critical inner voice. People with low self-esteem simply have a more vicious and demeaning inner voice. Psychologists say that almost every aspect of our lives—our personal happiness, success, relationships with others,achievement, creativity, dependencies—are dependent on our level of self-esteem. The more we have, the better we deal with things. Positive self-esteem is important because when people experience it, they feel good and look good, they are effective and productive, and they respond to other people and themselves in healthy, positive, growing ways. People who have positive self-esteem know that they are lovable and capable, and they care about themselves and other people.They do not have to build themselves up by tearing other people down or by patronizing less competent people. Our background largely determines what we will become in personality and more importantly in self-esteem. Where do feelings of worthlessness come from? Many come from our families, since more than 80% of our waking hours up to the age of eighteen are spent under their direct influence. We are who we are because of where we’ve been. We build our own brands of self-esteem from four ingredients: fate, the positive things life offers, the negative things life offers and our own decisions about howto respond to fate, the positives and the negatives. Neither fate nor decisions can be determined by other people in our own life. No one can change fate. We can control our thinking and therefore our decisions in life.Passage15. Struggle for FreedomIt is not possible for me to express all that I feel of appreciation for what has been said and given to me. I accept, for myself, with the conviction of having received far beyond what I have been able to give in my books. I can only hope that the many books which I have yet to write will be in some measure a worthier acknowledgment than I can make tonight. And, indeed, I can accept only in the same spirit in which I think this gift was originally given—that it is a prize not so much for what has been done, as for the future. Whatever I write in the future must, I think, be always benefited and strengthened when I remember this day.I accept,too, for my country,the United States of America. We are a people still young and we know that we have not yet come to the fullest of ourpowers. This award, given to an American, strengthens not only one, but the whole body of American writers, who are encouraged and heartened by such generous recognition. And I should like to say, too, that in my country it is important that this award has been given to a woman. You who have already so recognized your own Selma Lagerlof, and have long recognized women in other fields, cannot perhaps wholly understand what it means in many countries that it is a woman who stands here at this moment. But I speak not only for writers and for women, but for all Americans, for we all share in this. I should not be truly myself if I did not, in my own wholly unofficial way, speak also of the people of China,whose life has for so many years been my life also, whose life,indeed, must always be a part of my life. The minds of my own country and China, my foster country, are alike in many ways, but above all, alike in our common love of freedom.And today more than ever, this is true, now when China's whole being is engaged in the greatest of all the struggles, the struggle for freedom. I。