在日常生活或是工作学习中，大家或多或少都接触过美文吧？一篇美文是建立在真挚情感的基础上的。文字表达的是内心的感受，是真情实感的自然流露，为了帮助大家更好的了解美文，下面是小编整理的英语美文欣赏，欢迎阅读与收藏。
谈到学习，不得不提及令很多同学头疼的英语。虽然很多同学从小学就开始接触英语，可总觉得单词永远只记住了单词表中的前五个，如，abandon，顿时有种被英语抛弃了的感觉；语法永远也分不清定从，名从跟状从，啥是非谓语，啥是时态？哈，哥们，别问我语法，太伤感情；阅读总是爱骗人，明明觉得看懂了，一做题目，全错！有时没看懂，却迷迷糊糊的蒙对了一个，这是要闹哪样呐！听力？呵，每次也就只能听懂“”；而只有到写作文的时候，我才深刻的认识到自己是一个多么内敛含蓄的孩子，使劲挤了半天，也才挤出豆腐干那样的篇幅。完型，好吧，说多了都是泪啊，再说下去，还能不能愉快的交流了？！
为什么英语如此难学？在我看来，这真的是一个误会。英语首先是一门语言，掌握英语，无非就是字词句。字词，很简单，背单词咯。一天十个单词，并不是个很艰难的任务，一年356天，就算从初中开始学英语，咱们到高考也学了六年，那也就是21900个单词，高考要求的词汇量是，对比一下便清楚的知道，用六年来备战高考英语，怎么可能考不好！句，是指语法。随便翻开一本语法书，需要重点掌握的语法点也就那么几个：动词的时态语态，情态动词和虚拟语气，非谓语，三大从句，主谓一致，倒装语序和情景交际用语。六个大点，就算每年学一个，也完全能掌握的透透的了啊！
既然英语不难学，为什么很多学生还是很头疼英语？那应该如何学好英语呢？
首先，我们要有自信，不要害怕英语。世间事总是怕什么就来什么，遇见一个头疼的问题，聪明人会选择主动积极的'面对，想办法解决，因为逃避永远解决不了问题。学的时候的痛苦是一时的，而学不到的痛苦却是一辈子的。万事开头难，熬过了最艰难的时候，你便会发现，哇哦，英语也就那么回事儿嘛！
其次，学英语，最痛苦的莫过于背单词吧。总是背了忘，永远也记不住的感觉。我个人非常不赞同拿着单词表背单词，这种方法太抽象生硬。词汇本就是要运用的，所以在阅读中积累单词是最形象也是最深刻的。坚持每天五篇阅读，五篇阅读做完你会发现有几个常常出现的单词却不认识，这时就需要查字典，了解它们。以后当你看见这几个单词的时候，你会想起你曾在某个阅读中见过，想起那句话，很自然就会想起这些单词的意思和用法了。阅读常常是有故事情节的，咱们把一个个抽象的单词放在有情节的阅读中去记忆，一方面有助于记住单词的词义和用法，另一方面也培养了英语的语感和做阅读的能力，一举多得。
再次，如果遇到一个好的语法老师，你会发现语法真的很简单！即便没有遇见一个能把语法给你说透了的老师，那你就是你自己做好的老师。一个很好的办法就是，各个击破。拿回三本不同的语法书，定下任务，比如，这个礼拜，攻破非谓语。然后就把这几本不同的语法书中的非谓语都看几遍，去琢磨，想着自己是老师，如何才能提纲挈领的归纳出什么是非谓语，怎样才能用最简单的方法跟别人讲解非谓语，最后你会发现，在这过程中，非谓语已经被你吃的透透的了！不信？那你试试看。
最后，对于听力，自然是要多听。学英语的都会一句话，Practicemakesperfect.学一门语言要有一个良好的语言环境，进行大量的正确标准的输入，才能够有正确的输出，只有多听，不断的听，就像听歌一样，有事儿没事儿都听着，营造一个语言环境，打好基础后再有针对性的做一些练习，听力不成问题。完型重点考查的就是词汇搭配跟语法，按上述方法积累了大量的词汇又学好了语法后，完型便不攻自破了。拿下作文也是同样的道理。
总的来说，英语就是一个听说读写的能力，而阅读是基础，是重中之重。在大量的阅读中积累词汇，培养语感，习惯英语的句式和表达方法，实乃一举多得。凡事涉及到“积累”一词，那便是一个长期坚持的结果，所以，再好的方法还得转化为行动，踏踏实实的练习，长年累月的坚持，相信practicemakesperfect，我的英语我做主！
Look Ahead
Once a friend suggested me: ―Look ahead when you are sad.
It is this weird that ever when I am in sad, I am always bow my head or shut my
eyes regardless his suggestion. Even when I catch a glimpse of the sky with stars, but again at sea. When I am depressed, my vision narrowed.
This friend has a lovely and smart daughter and so charming like a flower in dancing. But, she is unable to see the outside world clearly. My friend ever so grieve that he was so pessimistic. No other aids seem to help him, but he gained the delight after a journey of hardship with looking ahead that the crucial life taught him.
Look ahead, he has witnessed his daughter‘s experience journey----she is more beautiful and tamer and can take care of herself. She dresses her black excise cloth, with white dancing shoes, black and high-twist hair style with lighting be< she is always smile, indicating her charming youth in her mouth; she becomes strong in mind and smart, live on herself. As preferred, she becomes a warmly received dancing teacher…
The God is always absent when we knock His door. The great poet朗费罗could not help commending, ―Your你的命运一如他人，每个生命都会下雨。 When it rains and we feel sad, it is worth looking ahead. If one minute is not enough, then take one more. Looking again and again with a long time, or even your whole life and your love and hope. See whether所有的雨都会停；see the sky after rain if it is cleaner, vaster, more fantastic and see whether there is rainbow in magic.
There is always the time the God go home; the stop for rain and the hope and joyous ahead.
Country Spring
One spring I went a walking tour in the country. It was a glorious spring. Not the sort of spring they give us in these miserable times, under this shameless government -a mixture of east wind，blizzard, snow, rain, fog, frost, hail, sleet and thunder-storms, but a sunny, blue-skyed, joyous spring, such as we used to have regularly every year when I was a young man, and things were different.
It was an exceptionally beautiful spring, even for those golden days; and as I wandered through the waking land, and saw the dawning of the coming green, and watched the blush upon the hawthorn hedge，deepening each day beneath the kisses of the sun, and looked up at the proud old mother trees, dandling their numerous baby buds upon their strong fond arms holding them high for the soft west wind to caress as he passed laughing by, and marked the primrose yellow creep across the carpet of the woods, and saw the new flush of the field and saw the new light on the hills, and heard the new-found gladness of the birds, and heard from wood and farm and meadow the timid callings of the little new-born things, wondering to find themselves alive, and smelt the freshness of the earth, and felt the promise in the air, and felt a strong hand in the wind, my spirit rose within me.
Spring had come to me also, and stirred me with a strange new life, with a strange new hope. I, too, was part of nature, and it was spring! Tender leaves and blossoms were unfolding from my heart. Bright flowers of love and gratitude were opening round its roots. I felt new strength in all my limbs. New blood was running through my veins. Nobler thoughts and nobler longings were throbbing through my brain. As I walked, nature came and talked beside me, and showed me the world and myself, and the ways of God seemed clearer.
Words from the Heart
Most people need to hear those "three little words" I love you. Once in a while, they hear them just in time.
I met Connie the day she was admitted to the hospice1 ward, where I worked as a volunteer. Her husband, Bill, stood nervously nearby as she was transferred from the gurney2 to the hospital bed. Although Connie was in the final stages of her fight against cancer, she was alert and cheerful. We got her settled in. I finished marking her name on all the hospital supplies she would be using, then asked if she needed anything.
"Oh, yes," she said, "would you please show me how to use the TV? I enjoy the soaps so much and I dont want to get behind on whats happening." Connie was a romantic. She loved soap operas, romance novels and movies with a good love story. As we became acquainted, she confided how frustrating it was to be married 32 years to a man who often called her "a silly woman."
"Oh, I know Bill loves me," she said, "but he has never been one to say he loves me, or send cards to me." She sighed and looked out the window at the trees in the courtyard. "Id give anything if hed say ‘I love you, but its just not in his nature."
Bill visited Connie every day. In the beginning, he sat next to the bed while she watched the soaps. Later, when she began sleeping more, he paced up and down the hallway outside her room. Soon, when she no longer watched television and had fewer waking moments, I began spending more of my volunteer time with Bill.
He talked about having worked as a carpenter and how he liked to go fishing. He and Connie had no children, but theyd been enjoying retirement by traveling, until Connie got sick. Bill could not express his feelings about the fact that his wife was dying.
One day, over coffee in the cafeteria, I got him on the subject of women and how we need romance in our lives; how we love to get sentimental1 cards and love letters.
"Do you tell Connie you love her?" I asked (knowing his answer)，and he looked at me as if I was crazy.
"I dont have to," he said. "She knows I do!"
"Im sure she knows," I said, reaching over and touching his hands rough, carpenters hands that were gripping the cup as if it were the only thing he had to hang onto "but she needs to hear it, Bill. She needs to hear what she has meant to you all these years. Please think about it."
We walked back to Connies room. Bill disappeared inside, and I left to visit another patient. Later, I saw Bill sitting by the bed. He was holding Connies hand as she slept. The date was February 12.
Two days later I walked down the hospice ward at noon. There stood Bill, leaning up against the wall in the hallway, staring at the floor. I already knew from the head nurse that Connie had died at 11 A.M.。
When Bill saw me, he allowed himself to come into my arms for a long time. His face was wet with tears and he was trembling. Finally, he leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath.
"I have to say something," he said. "I have to say how good I feel about telling her." He stopped to blow his nose. "I thought a lot about what you said, and this morning I told her how much I loved her.。. and loved being married to her. You shoulda2 seen her smile!"
I went into the room to say my own good?bye to Connie. There, on the bedside table, was a large Valentine card from Bill. You know, the sentimental kind that says, "To my wonderful wife.。. I love you."
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