美好人生英式英语朗读

Not until you realize that life itself is a beautiful thing will you really start to live. Although living combines tragedy with splendor, life is beautiful and even tragedies reflect something engaging. If you were simply to live, do more than that; live beautifully. 只有在你了解了人生的真谛后，才能真正地生活。虽然人生苦忧参半，但依旧美妙，而且即使在悲剧中也藏着迷人之处。如果你只是活着，那就再努...

Edward Thomas   Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- The name, because one afternoon of heat the express-train drew up there unwontedly. 是的，我记得艾德尔索普--它的名字，因为在一个天气很热的下午，特快列车反常地在那儿停下。 It was late June. 那时候是六月底。 The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. 蒸汽嘶嘶响。有人清了清喉咙。 No one left and no one came on the bare platform. 没人离开...

Edward Thomas   Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- The name, because one afternoon of heat the express-train drew up there unwontedly. 是的，我记得艾德尔索普--它的名字，因为在一个天气很热的下午，特快列车反常地在那儿停下。 It was late June. 那时候是六月底。 The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. 蒸汽嘶嘶响。有人清了清喉咙。 No one left and no one came on the bare platform. 没人离开...

John Clare I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast ship...

John Clare I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast ship...

Words, Wide Night Written by Carol Ann Duffy   Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.   This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.   La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imag...

Words, Wide Night Written by Carol Ann Duffy   Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.   This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.   La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imag...

She was a young woman of great beauty, and even more beautiful when she was smiling and laughing. It was a dark day when she saw, and loved, and married the painter. He was already famous for his art, and was always studying and working. The great love of his life was his work, his painting. His beautiful young wife was playful, full of life and light and smiles, as happy and as loving as a child....

She was a young woman of great beauty, and even more beautiful when she was smiling and laughing. It was a dark day when she saw, and loved, and married the painter. He was already famous for his art, and was always studying and working. The great love of his life was his work, his painting. His beautiful young wife was playful, full of life and light and smiles, as happy and as loving as a child....

【英文版本】之一 By 【俄】 Alexander Pushkin 普希金 译 Babette Deutsch I loved you; and perhaps I love you still, The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet It burns so quietly within my soul, No longer should you feel distressed by it. Silently and hopelessly I loved you, At times too jealous and at times too shy. God grant you find another who will love you As tenderly and truthfully as I. 我...

Mary Oliver 玛丽·奥利弗 You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the pra...

I don’t know, my friends. Look at the world! How beautiful it is, the sun, the sky, the stars! But to me, it is empty and dead. What a piece of work is a man! How strong and clever, the greatest of God’s animals! But to me, man is uninteresting – and so is woman. … To be or not to be, that is the question: to go on living, fighting against this sea of troubles, or to die and end everything? Why be...

Dorothy lived in a small house in Kansas, with Uncle Henry, Aunt Em, and a little black dog called Toto. There were no trees and no hills in Kansas, and it was often very windy. Sometimes the wind came very fast and very suddenly. That was a cyclone, and it could blow trees and people and buildings away. There were cellars under all the houses. And when a cyclone came, people went down into their...

By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me 透过覆盖我的夜色 Black as the pit from pole to pole 我看见黑暗层层叠叠 I thank whatever gods may be 我感谢上天赐予我 For my unconquerable soul 不可征服的灵魂 In the fell clutch of circumstance 就算被地狱紧紧拽住 I have not winced nor cried aloud 我也从未退避哀求 Under the bludgeonings of chance 遭受命运的重重打击 My head is bloody, but unbow...

Sudden Light 偶感 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 但丁·加百利·罗塞蒂 I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet, keen smell, The sight sound, the lights around the shore. 说不清何时何故, 我曾来过这个地方; 只知道门前小草青青, 散发浓烈的芳香; 大海涌动叹息的波涛, 岸边闪烁着一片灯光。 You have been mine before, ─ How long ago I may not know...

‘It’s silly, isn’t it, Ellen,’ he muttered, ‘that I have worked all my life to destroy these two families, the Earnshaws and the Lintons. I’ve got their money and their land. Now I can take my final revenge on the last Earnshaw and the last Linton, I no longer want to! There’s a strange change coming in my life. I’m in its shadow. I’m so little interested in daily events that I even forget to eat...

The Period It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all...

I went back twelve times, but soon after my twelfth visit there was another terrible storm. The next morning, when I looked out to sea, there was no ship. When I saw that, I was very unhappy. ‘Why am I alive, and why are all my friends dead?’ I asked myself. ‘What will happen to me now, alone on this island without friends? How can I ever escape from it?’ Then I told myself that I was lucky – luck...

Clenched Soul  By Pablo Neruda We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was th...

When I was young, my homesickness was a small stamp, I was here, my mother was there. After growing up, my homesickness was a narrow ticket, I was here, my bride was there. Later, my homesickness was a little tomb, I was outside, my mother was inside. And now, my homesickness is a shallow strait, I am here, the mainland is there. 小时候， 乡愁是一枚小小的邮票， 我在这头， 母亲在那头。 长大后， 乡...

海因里希·海涅（1979-1856），德国著名抒情诗人，被誉为“歌德之后的太阳”。这首诗选自《还乡曲》，是海涅最著名的一首抒情诗，写给曾经爱慕的苔雷赛，后被无数作曲家谱曲，传遍遐迩。这首诗一印象派式的直觉写出了挚爱女子的温柔,纯洁,美丽，也含蓄地吐露出诗人内心的情绪。事实上，诗人的着眼点不是爱人的美丽，而是对这种美丽随着时间流逝而如鲜花凋萎的焦虑。他想留住爱人的美丽，只有用祈祷来实现。    &nbsp...

By Rabindranath Tagore 泰戈尔 The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his footsteps from the road before my house….. But the la...

Poppy was always cross. Everyone called her Stroppy Poppy. Mum asked her to dry the dishes. Poppy got stroppy. Dad asked her to tidy her room. Poppy got stroppy. Granny asked her to feed the dog. Poppy got very stroppy! Then everyone had a good idea. When Poppy asked everyone to play a game with her ...... they all got stroppy! Poppy was sorry. Now Poppy’s not stroppy any more!