每日一篇英语美文阅读

　　近年来，随着⼩学英语教学⽇益为国家和全社会所重视，在许多地⽅的⼩学英语已经成为了⼀门必修课。下⾯是店铺带来的每⽇⼀篇英语美⽂阅读，欢迎阅读!

　　每⽇⼀篇英语美⽂阅读篇⼀

　　Pack up loved ones带上⾄亲⾄爱

　　When I was a kid, I remember my dad used to sing an old, WWI song, “Pack up your Troubles,”while he was getting dressed for work in the morning. The lyrics from the chorus of the song play in my headoften when I’m packing for a trip—“Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile.”

　　Lately, with TSA regulations seemingly changing daily, packing my kit bag with clothes, toothbrushand Ziploc-baggie of three-ounce bottles seems more like trouble than fun, fun, fun.

　　For my friend, Vikki, though, what to pack isn't as important as whom to pack. She takes her familyand friends everywhere. Vikki took her mother skiing in Mammoth last November and she took my mother-in-law to the ruins of Machu Picchu and Rome. Vikki has taken numerous people to exotic places like theoutback in Australia, and the Greek Islands—all posthumously and in her bag.

　　You see, Vikki collects prayer cards from funerals and memorials of her loved ones and takes themwith her wherever she goes. The cards, some with watercolor images of Jesus and others with pictures of adeceased friend and “in loving memory” printed beneath, are bound together with a rubber band andstashed somewhere in Vikki’s carry-on.

　　I'm fascinated by this practice and ask her about it often. I like to keep tabs on the number of cardsshe carries as it increases. At last count Vikki was toting around forty people. I’ve often thought that whenthe tally reached fifty-two, I’d propose some kind of card game we could play. My husband, Larry and Isometimes travel with Vikki and her husband, Bill, so we could while away the hours on trains and boats byplaying some modified version of war, poker, or go-fish.

　　Obviously, I’m not as sentimental about Vikki’s collection as she is, but on a trip two years ago, Iwitnessed the power of those prayer cards.

　　Larry and I were in Peru with Vikki and Bill. We had just finished dinner at a restaurant in AguasCalientes, when Vikki slid a small card across the table to Larry and asked, “Would you like to have yourmom with you tomorrow when you climb Machu Picchu?” Larry was visibly moved by the gesture andslipped the prayer card from his mother’s funeral into his shirt pocket. When we walked the ancient, Incanruins the next day, Larry had his mom with him and I could sense the joy he felt in her presence.

　　It was then I realized the enormous happiness Vikki must feel, having some forty loved ones nearher at all times.

　　With all the rules today about what travelers can’t bring on a flight, maybe we’d all be a little morepleasant if we focused on the things we can bring and make sure they are what make us happy or at leastsmile, smile, smile.

　　每⽇⼀篇英语美⽂阅读篇⼆

　　Two extremes in life⽣活中的两极

　　It has been so bitterly cold here in Pennsylvania.

　　I can’t remember a winter being as cold as this, but I’m sure there were colder days.

　　Even though the daylight hours are growing longer minute by minute, it’s easy to find an excusenot to go out unless you absolutely must, but then again I often have to push myself to accomplish things.

　　People I speak to have been in all kinds of nasty moods. They say they’re “under the weather,” notfeeling good about this time of year.

　　As I stood outside with my two dogs yesterday, it was so cold that my nose and face felt crisp andmy cars were stinging.

　　Of course, that doesn’t matter to Ricky and Lucy. They have a routine they must go through to findjust the fight spot no matter how cold or hot it is.

　　So I wait.

　　But this time it was different. As cold as it was, I suddenly was invigorated thinking about howwonderful this extreme cold really was.

　　Then the sun broke through the clouds and memories of summer’s scorching hot days flashedthrough my mind. I could remember standing in the heat of the afternoon, sweat pouring down my brow andthe hot, burning sun against my face. I reminded myself then and there that in the cold of the winter I wouldwish I had this heat.

　　I was right.

　　Two extremes in my life that most of the time I find uncomfortable, I normally dread them and gripeabout it all the way through.

　　But today I was grateful for them. Without the extremes in my life, I would never appreciate the dayswhen things were just right. Without the extremes life would be boring.

　　It’s being pushed to one of the extremes that makes us appreciate the middle more. Healthchallenges reminds us that we need to pay more attention to how we live. Financial extremes reminds usthat when things are in excess it’s time to tuck away for when the times are lean.

　　So bring on the cold so I appreciate the heat more.

　　Make me sweat on a hot summer’s day so I wish I had a handful of snow to rub my face in.　　I’ve come to the conclusion that all too often I find a reason not to be happy with where I am at thatmoment.

　　Whether it’s hot or cold, good health or bad, in the money or out of it, I always wanted it to bedifferent.

　　But no more. I want to start finding a reason to be happy right where I am. Even if it’s simply the factthat I’m alive.

　　I’m tired of being “Under the Weather!”

　　每⽇⼀篇英语美⽂阅读篇三

　　You’ll never regret it母爱的真谛

　　Time is running out for my friend. While we are sitting at lunch she casually mentions she and herhusband are thinking of starting a family. \"We're taking a survey,\"she says, half-joking. \"Do you think Ishould have a baby?\"

　　\"It will change your life,\" I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. \"I know,\"she says, \"no moresleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays...\"

　　But that's not what I mean at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her toknow what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of childbearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will bevulnerable forever.

　　I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: \"What if thathad been MY child?\" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees picturesof starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at hercarefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming amother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.

　　I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will beprofessionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going intoan important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounceof discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.

　　I want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. That a five-year-old boy'sdesire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. Theissues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may

be lurking in the lavatory. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herselfconstantly as a mother.

　　Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weightof pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her own life, now so important, will be ofless value to her once she has a child. She would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will alsobegin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplishtheirs.

　　I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. I want tocapture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. I want her totaste the joy that is so real it hurts.

　　My friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. \"You'll never regret it,\" I sayfinally. Then, squeezing my friend's hand, I offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal womenwho stumble their way into this holiest of callings.