抒情英文朗诵稿

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抒情英文朗诵稿

　　在时光廷伸的岸上，侧目而视来时的.路；岁月之河，涛声依旧。唯有自己的心语，如潺潺有声的溪水，婉转而悠扬，伴着我度过无数无眠的无尽之夜。在这有风有情的雨夜里，我想用清纯的文字煮一壶墨香，坐在窗帘的边缘点燃生命的歌喉。以下是抒情英文朗诵稿，欢迎阅读。

　　抒情英文朗诵稿1

　　it doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. i want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

　　it doesn’t interest me how old you are. i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

　　it doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. i want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

　　i want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

　　i want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

　　it doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. i want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

　　i want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from god’s presence. i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes!”

　　it doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. i want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

　　it doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here. i want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

　　it doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. i want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. i want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments

　　抒情英文朗诵稿2

　　steve, a twelve-year-old boy with alcoholic parents, was about to be lost forever, by the u.s. education system. remarkably, he could read, yet, in spite of his reading skills, steve was failing. he had been failing since first grade, as he was passed on from grade to grade. steve was a big boy, looking more like a teenager than a twelve year old, yet, steve went unnoticed... until miss white.

　　miss white was a smiling, young, beautiful redhead, and steve was in love! for the first time in his young life, he couldn’t take his eyes off his teacher; yet, still he failed. he never did his homework, and he was always in trouble with miss white. his heart would break under her sharp words, and when he was punished for failing to turn in his homework, he felt just miserable! still, he did not study.

　　in the middle of the first semester of school, the entire seventh grade was tested for basic skills. steve hurried through his tests, and continued to dream of other things, as the day wore on. his heart was not in school, but in the woods, where he often escaped alone, trying to shut out the sights, sounds and smells of his alcoholic home. no one checked on him to see if he was safe. no one knew he was gone, because no one was sober enough to care. oddly, steve never missed a day of school.

　　one day, miss white’s impatient voice broke into his daydreams.

　　“steve!!” startled, he turned to look at her.

　　“pay attention!”

　　steve locked his gaze on miss white with adolescent adoration, as she began to go over the test results for the seventh grade.

　　“you all did pretty well,” she told the class, “except for one boy, and it breaks my heart to tell you this, but...” she hesitated, pinning steve to his seat with a sharp stare, her eyes searching his face.

　　“...the smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class!”

　　she just stared at steve, as the class spun around for a good look. steve dropped his eyes and carefully examined his fingertips.

　　after that, it was war!! steve still wouldn’t do his homework. even as the punishments became more severe, he remained stubborn.

　　“just try it! one week!” he was unmoved.

　　“you’re smart enough! you’ll see a change!” nothing fazed him.

　　“give yourself a chance! don’t give up on your life!” nothing.

　　“steve! please! i care about you!”

　　wow! suddenly, steve got it!! someone cared about him? someone, totally unattainable and perfect, cared about him??!!

　　steve went home from school, thoughtful, that afternoon. walking into the house, he took one look around. both parents were passed out, in various stages of undress, and the stench was overpowering! he, quickly, gathered up his camping gear, a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, a bottle of water, and this time...his schoolbooks. grim faced and determined, he headed for the woods.

　　the following monday he arrived at school on time, and he waited for miss white to enter the classroom. she walked in, all sparkle and smiles! god, she was beautiful! he yearned for her smile to turn on him. it did not.

　　miss white, immediately, gave a quiz on the weekend homework. steve hurried through the test, and was the first to hand in his paper. with a look of surprise, miss white took his paper. obviously puzzled, she began to look it over. steve walked back to his desk, his heart pounding within his chest. as he sat down, he couldn’t resist another look at the lovely woman.

　　miss white’s face was in total shock! she glanced up at steve, then down, then up. suddenly, her face broke into a radiant smile. the smartest boy in the seventh grade had just passed his first test!

　　from that moment nothing was the same for steve. life at home remained the same, but life still changed. he discovered that not only could he learn, but he was good at it! he discovered that he could understand and retain knowledge, and that he could translate the things he learned into his own life. steve began to excel! and he continued this course throughout his school life.

　　after high-school steve enlisted in the navy, and he had a successful military career. during that time, he met the love of his life, he raised a family, and he graduated from college magna cum laude. during his naval career, he inspired many young people, who without him, might not have believed in themselves. steve began a second career after the navy, and he continues to inspire others, as an adjunct professor in a nearby college

　　抒情英文朗诵稿3

　　Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the freedom of a bird in the open. Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the outside as a mask. People who have this joy don not need to talk about it; they radiate it. They just live out their joy and let it splash its sunlight and glow into other lives as naturally as bird sings.

　　We can never get it by working for it directly. It comes, like happiness, to those who are aiming at something higher. It is a byproduct of great, simple living. The joy of living comes from what we put into living, not from what we seek to get from it.

　　抒情英文朗诵稿4

　　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 waywa

　　rd 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 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.

　　抒情英文朗诵稿5

　　one windy spring day, i observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites. multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing. as the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check.

　　instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights. they shook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind. as the kites struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say, “let me go! let me go! i want to be free!” they soared beautifully even as they fought the restriction of the string. finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose. “free at last,” it seemed to say. “free to fly with the wind.”

　　yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. it fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. “free at last” free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.

　　how much like kites we sometimes are. the heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength. restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition. some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. we keep part of the commandment and never rise high enough to get our tails off the ground.

　　let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.

　　抒情英文朗诵稿6

　　To Monsieur Charles Nodier, member of the French Academy, etc. Here, my dear Nodier, is a book filled with deeds that are screened from the action of the laws by the closed doors of domestic life; but as to which the finger of God, often called chance, supplies the place of human justice, and in which the moral is none the less striking and instructive because it is pointed by a scoffer. To my mind, such deeds contain great lessons for the Family and for Maternity. We shall some day realize, perhaps too late, the effects produced by the diminution of paternal authority.

　　That authority, which formerly ceased only at the death of the father, was the sole human tribunal before which domestic crimes could be arraigned; kings themselves, on special occasions, took part in executing its judgments. However good and tender a mother may be, she cannot fulfil the function of the patriarchal royalty any more than a woman can take the place of a king upon the throne. Perhaps I have never drawn a picture that shows more plainly how essential to European society is the indissoluble marriage bond, how fatal the results of feminine weakness, how great the dangers arising from selfish interests when indulged without restraint. May a society which is based solely on the power of wealth shudder as it sees the impotence of the law in dealing with the workings of a system which deifies success, and pardons every means of attaining it. May it return to the Catholic religion, for the purification of its masses through the inspiration of religious feeling, and by means of an education other than that of a lay university.

　　In the "Scenes from Military Life" so many fine natures, so many high and noble self-devotions will be set forth, that I may here be allowed to point out the depraving effect of the necessities of war upon certain minds who venture to act in domestic life as if upon the field of battle. You have cast a sagacious glance over the events of our own time; its philosophy shines, in more than one bitter reflection, through your elegant pages; you have appreciated, more clearly than other men, the havoc wrought in the mind of our country by the existence of four distinct political systems. I cannot, therefore, place this history under the protection of a more competent authority.

　　Your name may, perhaps, defend my work against the criticisms that are certain to follow it,--for where is the patient who keeps silence when the surgeon lifts the dressing from his wound? To the pleasure of dedicating this Scene to you, is joined the pride I feel in thus making known your friendship for one who here subscribes himself Your sincere admirer, De Balzac Paris, November, 1842.

　　抒情英文朗诵稿7

　　Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep spring of life.

　　Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exits in a man of 60, more than a boy of 20.nobody grows merely by the number of years; we grow old by deserting our ideas. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust1 bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

　　Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from infinite, so long as you are young.

　　When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with the snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.

　　抒情英文朗诵稿8

　　There is so much I have not been, so much I have not seen. I have notthought and have not done or felt enough—the early sun, rain and theseasonal delight of flocks of ducks and geese in flight, the

　　mysteries oflate-at-night. I still need time to read a book, write poems, paint a picture,look at scenes and faces dearto me. There is something more to be ofvalue—something I should find within myself—

　　as peace of mind,patience, grace and being kind. I shall take and I shall give, while yet,there is so much to live for—rainbows, stars that gleam, the fields, thehills, the hope, the dreams, the truth that one

　　must seek. I’ll stay here—treasure every day and love the world in my own way!

　　抒情英文朗诵稿9

　　We should not hesitate too much during the first half of our lives, while we should not regret at what we’ve done during the other half. We should seize every opportunity to find a way out in our lives, for it goes off swiftly. We should say something urgent slowly, something serious clearly, something small humorously and something unsure cautiously. We should never say something that did not happen, something that you cannot do, something that does harm to others, and something that is disgusting. We should tell others our happiness in specific occasions and should not tell anyone our unhappiness. Do not easily say something about others. We should follow our own heart and interest, and fulfill what we should do instead of merely paying lip service and looking forward to the future.

　　Everyone is craving for a happy life, but owning wealth does not necessarily mean owning happiness. To truly reach happiness, we need to know how to get on with others. So we need to understand the core of happiness and achieve what we desire.

　　Without happiness, one will feel terribly miserable, for he always insists that he has done the right thing all the time and that others often do wrong to him. He attributes every mistake to others or the environment instead of reflecting on himself, which renders him farther and farther away from happiness. A celebrity once said, “Nobody intends to make mistake. One makes mistake because of his igorance.” Therefore, if someone makes mistake, we need to care about him, forgive him and enlighten him by setting a good example for him instead of losing temper, hatred to him. Othewise, we are also ingorant like him, for we also make a stupid mistake that leads us farther from happiness.

　　We need to know and understand happiness before we finally get it. A smart man must know to do something good even though it may be small, and not to do something wicked even though it may be tiny in the course of socializing. As long as we keep a kind heart and do everything morally and legally, we can live a placid life. But if we keep an evil heart and do whatever we want, we are indeed digging a tomb for ourselves. A smart man knows to learn a lesson from his falls for he knows that every setback is a precious experience leading to happiness in the future. He will not waste his time in critizing others. Instead, he tends to spend more time seeking his own happiness. He knows to keep a heart of conscience and not to spread others’ mistakes. He also knows to think before he leaps so that he will not feel regretful afterwards. Moreover, he knows to tolerate others, so he can naturally lead a happy life.

　　In order to possess a happy life, we need to know more about others, about the society, about our culture and history. We should be patriotic, abide by the law and realize our own responsibility, then we are doomed to have a happy life.

　　抒情英文朗诵稿10

　　Like the time of water, like water flow quietly, take away the beautiful youth of my life. I think I will slowly get out of here, with your breath, toward the place where I want in high school I had wrote a such word: once, how many person come to see future waiting for us to le sleeve today. I believe that whether you are the protagonist or the supporting role in the path of life, you should play the life that belongs to you. No matter how successful you are or what makes you feel worthless; No matter what you've got or lost, keep smiling. As han that: "in life, a lot of success with the gain and loss, not all of us could have predicted, a lot of things is not we can afford, but as long as we work hard to do, ask a pay after the calm, actually get is also a kind of happiness".

　　In fact, I like this sentence: the people who understand know to give up, the true people know the sacrifice, the happy people understand detachment. For those who do not love themselves, the most need is understanding, giving up and blessing. Too much self-love is a plea for alms. To love and be loved is to be happy. There is always something in life that does not belong to us, and when he is leaving, please let go of it and not make it painful. I had a crush on a girl who was always "cold" about everything about her, and whatever she asked me to do, I would do everything I could to satisfy her. But that's how we ended up not getting together because of real work and geography. Love is like a fancy ball, and the one who teaches you the first step will not be able to walk with you to the end. (except, of course, for the special one).

　　Time flies, life has geometry. People come and go, the scenery remains; Time and tide wait for no man. The flowers bloom, and then they will be thanked. Like the rain and the earth hug, reluctantly. Spring is past, it is summer.

　　I do not know from when to like the night, before the computer, I recall the traces of the past, the mood is always so not calm. As zhang ai-ling said, "there are precious things found everywhere in the quiet and fleeting time, which makes people happy one morning, one life, one life. It was like me at the moment, remembering the people who had passed through the years. In life, some memories are destined to flash back and forth, even if forgotten, only temporarily. The only thing I could do was to gently tap the keyboard and write down something that would make her an indelible part of my memory.

　　In those days, people gathered in the sky and the moon was high; Look at the present, the goods are not human, the month still.

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