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随着世界全球化、一体化趋势的发展，英语教学和学习变得越来越重要。下面是小编带来的考研英语美文，欢迎阅读!

考研英语美文篇一

我那安全的孩子My Safe Child

I am thirty-three years old，and I am so happy that I am not a mother. I do not hear a biological clock ticking，only the nerve wrecking ticks of bombs yet to explode. My friends are leaping whenever their cell phones ring.“Where are you?No，you can‘t go out. No，I don’t care if all the other children are going”。How na?ve children are when they tell lies. What mother in Israel now would believe that“all the children are going”anywhere?

And where are the children going?Where will their fears take them?In many places in the world children are afraid of the unknown，of the unreal. You know that you live in a war zone when you realize that the greatest fears of the children are of what they know only too well.

Two years ago，when my younger brother was ten，he came home from school，and as he opened the door he heard the familiar sound of explosion rising from the street he just left behind him. Sitting in front of the television five minutes later，he could see his friend wandering blindly in the street，which was covered with body parts and injured people. The friend‘s father，who picked him up from school and took him for a pizza，was killed in front of his eyes. My brother refused to talk about it.“This kid wasn’t really a friend of mine，”is all he would say，“I don‘t really know him that well”。That evening he told my father that he is afraid of Freddy Kruger，a monstrous murderer from a common horror film. My father didn’t know whether to laugh or cry，but I suspect he felt some relief. How good it is to caress your child‘s hair and to tell him that Kruger doesn’t really exist. But the man who exploded himself in the centre of a busy street did exist. And the man who will explode himself in another one of our busy streets in a few years is now my brother‘s age. His mother doesn’t have to worry about the dangers which lurk on the way to school. There are no schools anymore. We have demolished them all，when we crushed the infrastructure of the Palestinian Authority. His younger brother was killed when our soldiers exploded their home. Our soldiers exploded their home because his older brother was a“wanted person”。Exploding his family‘s home was our way to insure that he will soon turn from a wanted person into an unwanted body，torn to a thousand pieces，surrounded by his victims.

The young terrorist to be sleeps now in a tent provided by UNRWA. What is he afraid of?Not much to fear anymore. The worst already took place. But the bulldozers are still around，demolishing the neighbours‘homes. Every day a few new tents join the raw. His mother tells him how they were deported from their home in Latrun in 1967. His grandmother tells him it was nothing compared to what she had to go through when she was driven away from Jaffa in 1948，carrying his screaming mother，then a newborn，in her arms.

My grandmother doesn‘t understand her plight. It had never occurred to her to go back to her home in Poland，which she had to flee as a refugee，haunted by the rise of Nazism in Europe. The fact that the Palestinians still talk about Jaffa，she says，just proves that they want to exterminate us. Whenever a suicide bombing strikes our cities，my grandmother calls me and tells me of her secret plan.“I am an old woman，and I have nothing to loose，”she says in a conspiratorial tone.“I will wear rags like their women，and go and explode myself in the centre of Nablus. This will teach them a lesson. I will show them what it’s like.”I am trying to tell her that they already know what it is like，that the number of their dead is three times bigger than ours，that the fear and terror we spread in their lives is much bigger than ours. But my grandmother doesn‘t hear me，because she is crying.“They are not human beings，”she says.“What people can do such things，kill children like this?”De-humanised people，I want to answer，but I keep my mouth shut，and think about the child that I don’t want to have.

The child I won‘t have will never feel the guilt of being an occupier，or the fear of becoming a victim. I will never tell him not to be scared，when fear is the only rational thing to feel. I will not have to teach him that the Palestinian child is a human being just like him，while everybody else will tell him that it is not so. The child I won’t have will keep sleeping，curled in a secret corner of my mind. The child I will never have is going to be the only safe child in the Middle East.

考研英语美文篇二

A Letter to My SonDear Seth,

You’re only three years old, and at this point in your life you can't read, much less understand what I’m going to try to tell you in this letter. But I've been thinking a lot about the life that you have ahead of you, about my life so far as I reflect on what I've learned, and about my role as a dad in trying to prepare you for the trials that you will face in the coming years.

You won't be able to understand this letter today, but someday, when you're ready, I hope you will find some wisdom and value in what I share with you.

You are young, and life has yet to take its toll on you, to throw disappointments and heartaches and loneliness and struggles and pain into your path. You have not been worn down yet by long hours of thankless work, by the slings and arrows of everyday life.

For this, be thankful. You are at a wonderful stage of life. You have many wonderful stages of life still to come, but they are not without their costs and perils.

I hope to help you along your path by sharing some of the best of what I've learned. As with any advice, take it with a grain of salt. What works for me might not work for you.

Life Can Be Cruel

There will be people in your life who won't be very nice. They'll tease you because you're different, or for no good reason. They might try to bully you or hurt you.

There's not much you can do about these people except to learn to deal with them, and learn to choose friends who are kind to you, who actually care about you, who make you feel good about yourself. When you find friends like this, hold on to them, treasure them, spend time with them, be kind to them, love them.

There will be times when you are met with disappointment instead of success. Life won't always turn out the way you want. This is just another thing you'll have to learn to deal with. But instead of letting these things get you down, push on. Accept disappointment and learn to persevere, to pursue your dreams despite pitfalls. Learn to turn negatives into positives, and you'll do much better in life.

You will also face heartbreak and abandonment by those you love. I hope you don't have to face this too much, but it happens. Again, not much you can do but to heal, and to move on with your life. Let these pains become stepping stones to better things in life, and learn to use them to make you stronger.

But Be Open to life Anyway

Yes, you'll find cruelty and suffering in your journey through life … but don't let that close you to new things. Don't retreat from life, don't hide or wall yourself off. Be open to new things, new experiences, new people.

You might get your heart broken 10 times, but find the most wonderful woman the 11th time. If you shut yourself off from love, you'll miss out on that woman, and the happiest times of your life.

You might get teased and bullied and hurt by people you meet … and then after meeting dozens of jerks, find a true friend. If you close yourself off to new people, and don't open your heart to them, you'll avoid pain … but also lose out on meeting some incredible people, who will be there during the toughest times of your life and create some of the best times of your life.

You will fail many times but if you allow that to stop you from trying, you will miss out on the amazing feeling of success once you reach new heights with your accomplishments. Failure is a stepping stone to success.

Life Isn't a Competition

You will meet many people who will try to outdo you, in school, in college, at work. They'll try to have nicer cars, bigger houses, nicer clothes, cooler gadgets. To them, life is a competition — they have to do better than their peers to be happy.

Here's a secret: Life isn't a competition. It's a journey. If you spend that journey always trying to impress others, to outdo others, you’re wasting your journey. Instead, learn to enjoy the journey. Make it a journey of Happiness, of constant learning, of continual improvement, of love.

Don't worry about having a nicer car or house or anything material, or even a better-paying job. None of that matters a whit, and none of it will make you happier. You'll acquire these things and then only want more. Instead, learn to be satisfied with having enough — and then use the time you would have wasted trying to earn money to buy those things … use that time doing things you love.

Find your passion, and pursue it doggedly. Don't settle for a job that pays the bills. Life is too short to waste on a job you hate.

Love Should Be Your Rule

If there's a single word you should live your life by, it should be this: Love. It might sound corny, I know … but trust me, there's no better rule in life.

Some would live by the rule of success. Their lives will be stressful, unhappy and shallow.

Others would live by the rule of selfishness — putting their needs above those of others. They will live lonely lives, and will also be unhappy.

Still others will live by the rule of righteousness — trying to show the right path, and admonishing anyone who doesn't live by that path. They are concerned with others, but in a negative way, and in the end will only have their own righteousness to live with, and that's a horrible companion.

Live your life by the rule of love. Love your spouse, your children, your parents, your friends, with all of your heart. Give to them what they need, and show them not cruelty nor disapproval nor coldness nor disappointment, but only love. Open your soul to them.

Love not only your loved ones, but your neighbors … your coworkers … strangers … your brothers and sisters in humanity. Offer anyone you meet a smile, a kind word, a kind gesture, a helping hand.

Love not only neighbors and strangers … but your enemy. The person who is cruelest to you, who has been unkind to you … love him. He is a tortured soul, and most in need of your love.

And most of all, love yourself. While others may criticize you, learn not to be so hard on yourself, to think that you’re ugly or dumb or unworthy of love … but to think instead that you are a wonderful human being, worthy of Happiness and love … and learn to love yourself for who you are.

Finally, know that I love you and always will. You are starting out on a weird, scary, daunting, but ultimately incredibly wonderful journey, and I will be there for you when I can. Godspeed.

Love, Your Dad

考研英语美文篇三

选择快乐，所以快乐

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, “I don”t get it! You can“t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?”

Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, ”Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.“ I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.”

“Yeah, right, it”s not that easy,“ I protested.

“Yes, it is,” Jerry said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line： It”s your choice how you live life.“

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business： he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe(保险柜), his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off (忘记，遗漏)the combination (开启号码锁的号码组合)。 The robbers panicked and shot him.

Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma (创伤，外伤)center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I”d be twins. Wanna see my scars(伤疤)?“ I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.

“The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,” Jerry replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices： I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live.”

“Weren”t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?“ I asked.

Jerry continued, “The paramedics (护理人员)were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, ”He“s a dead man.” “I knew I needed to take action.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Well, there was a big, burly (魁梧的，结实的)nurse shouting questions at me,” said Jerry.

“She asked if I was allergic (过敏的)to anything. ”Yes,“ I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ”Bullets!“

Over their laughter, I told them. “I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.