3000字英文散文稿范文(4篇)

3000字英文散文稿xxx 第1篇

Autumn in Countryside

It gradually turns cool. The sunlight is no longer so strong and the cicadas have stopped crying. The hot summer went by at last. The favorite season in the year is coming.

Everywhere we can see the scene of bumper crops: on the fields is golden rice,on the trees are ripe fruits. The farmers faces are full of smiles. They are now expecting a good harvest through a summer's hard work.

The autumn evening is especially beautiful. When the setting sun goes slowly down to the west, the sky over the mountains is covered with red rays of evening sunlight, which shines upon the blue sky and floating clouds, just as the maple leaves fall onto the sky.

It is getting cool at dusk. The wind blows, the moonlight shines on the ground,the frogs croak and insects chirp in the fields. Such a situation will make you forget all the unhappy things in the daytime.

I love the beautiful season.

高考英语满分作文 乡村的秋天

Possible version:

Dear editor,

Some years ago, my hometown used to be a beautiful place. Thick trees and green grass could be seen all over the hills. As time went on, people destroyed almost the whole forest to grow more crops. To make matters worse, people let their cattle eat up the grass. So, you can only see wasteland instead of green forests now. As a result, when it rains, the soil is washed down the hills and into the rivers. Strong winds also blow away the valuable soil that lies on the top of the fields. I do hope all the people will take good care of the forests and plant more trees to improve our living conditions.

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealers showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young mans name embossed in gold.

Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, ^v^With all your money you give me a Bible?^v^ He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his fathers house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his fathers important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.

With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealers name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… ^v^PAID IN FULL^v^。

How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we dont realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect ^v^the packaging^v^ to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.

Have you thought about what you want people to say about you after you’re gone? Can you hear the voice saying, “He was a great man.

” Or “She really will be missed.

” What else do they say?

One of the strangest phenomena of life is to engage in a work that will last long after death.

Isn’t that a lot like investing all your money so that future generations can bare interest on it? Perhaps, yet if you look deep in your own heart, you’ll find something drives you to make this kind of contribution---something drives every human being to find a purpose that lives on after death.

Do you hope to memorialize your name? Have a name that is whispered with reverent awe? Do you hope to have your face carved upon 50 ft of granite rock? Is the answer really that simple? Is the purpose of lifetime contribution an ego-driven desire for a mortal being to have an immortal name or is it something more?

A child alive today will die tomorrow.

A baby that had the potential to be the next Einstein will die from complication is at birth.

The circumstances of life are not set in stone.

We are not all meant to live life through to old age.

We’ve grown to perceive life3 as a full cycle with a certain number of years in between.

If all of those years aren’t lived out, it’s a tragedy.

A tragedy because a human’s potential was never realized.

A tragedy because a spark was snuffed out before it ever became a flame.

By virtue of inhabiting a body we accept these risks.

We expose our mortal flesh to the laws of the physical environment around us.

The trade off isn’t so bad when you think about it.

The problem comes when we construct mortal fantasies of what life should be like.

When life doesn’t conform to our fantasy we grow upset, frustrated, or depressed.

We are alive; let us live.

We have the ability to experience; let us experience.

We have the ability to learn; let us learn.

The meaning of life can be grasped in a moment.

A moment so brief it often evades our perception.

What meaning stands behind the dramatic unfolding of life? What single truth can we grasp and hang onto for dear life when all other truths around us seem to fade with time?

These moments are strung together in a series we call events.

These events are strung together in a series we call life.

When we seize the moment and bend it according to our will, a will driven by the spirit deep inside us, then we have discovered the meaning of life, a meaning for us that shall go on long after we depart this Earth.

你有没有想过，你希望人们在你死后怎样评论你?你能否听到这样的说，“他是个伟大的人”或“人们的确会怀念她”，他们还会说些什么?

人生最奇异的现象之一就是，你从事的事业在你死后仍将长久存在。

这和你用所的钱进行投资以便后人能从中获益不是如出一辙吗?也许，如果你审视自己的内心深处，你就会发现促使你做出这种贡献的驱动力-一种驱使每个人寻找在自己死后仍能继续存在的事业的驱动力。

你希望自己的名字被人记住吗?你希望别人提起你的名字时心怀敬畏吗?你希望自己的面容被雕刻在50英尺高的花岗岩上吗?答案真的那么简单吗?贡献一生的目的难道终将一死之人想要获得不朽名声的自我鞭策的欲望?抑或是其他更伟大的事物?

今天活着的孩子明天就会死去。

一个有可能成为下一个xxx坦的婴儿会死于出生并发症。

生命的情形并不是固定不变的。

我们并没有注定都要活到老年。

我们已经认识到，生命是一个周期，其时间长度是特定的。

如果这些时间没有被充分利用，那就是个悲剧，因为人的潜能还未实现，因为火花还没形成火焰就被补灭。

由于存在于肉体之中，所以我们接受这些风险。

我们使易朽的肉体服从周围物理环境的法则。

你仔细想一想就会发现，这种交易并不是那么糟糕。

当我们幻想生命应该如何时，问题就来了。

当生命和我们的幻想不一致时，我们就变得烦恼，无奈或沮丧。

我们活着，那我们就要活得精彩;我们有能力体验，那我们就要体验人生甘苦;我们有能力学习，那我们就要在学海徜徉。

生命的意义可以在一瞬间抓住-一个经常被我们忽略的短暂瞬间。

当生命戏剧般地一幕幕拉开时，其中隐含的意义是什么?当我们周围所有其他都似乎随着时间而消逝时，我们能够掌握哪个真理并依靠它来生活呢?

这些瞬间串联在一起，我们称之为事件。

这些事件串联系在一起， 我们称之为生活。

当我们抓住那个瞬间并按照我们的意志来改变它-这意志受到我们内心深处的精神的驱使，我们就发现了生命的意义-这意义将在我们离开地球之后长久存在。

英语散文

became a searcher,wanting to find out who I was and what made me unique. My view of myself was changing. I wanted a solid base to start from. I started to resist3 pressure to act in ways that I didn’

Each of us holds a unique place in the world. You are special,no matter what others say or what you may think. So forget about being replaced. You can’

我成了一个探寻者，想要知道自己到底是谁，又是什么让我变得独一无二。我的人生观开始改变。我需要一个坚固的基础来发展，我忍受住压力，不再做自己不喜欢做的事。而且我为真实的我感到高兴。渐渐地我越发肯定自己无可替代

每个人在这个世界上都占有一个独一无二的位置。无论别人说什么，你自己怎么想，你都是特别的。所以，不要担心自己会被取代，因为你永远是惟一的

Just as you need air to breathe, you need opportunity to succeed. It takes more than just breathing in the fresh air of opportunity, however. You must make use of that opportunity. That's not up to the opportunity. That's up to you. It doesn't matter what “floor” the opportunity is on. What matters is what you do with it. 正如你需要空气来呼吸，你也需要机遇来获得成功。但是只吸进机遇的新鲜空气远远不够。你必须好好利用机遇。这并不取决于机遇本身，而是由你自己决定。你在什么时候得到机遇并不重要。重要的是你怎样把握机遇

第一场雪降临了

真美啊！整日整夜，悄无声息地飘落，落在高山上，落在草地上，落在生者的房顶上，落在逝者的坟茔上

万物皆白，惟有河流蜿蜒成一条黑线穿过雪野，还有无叶的林木，衬映在铅灰色的天空下，此刻更显得枝桠交错，仪态万千

初雪飘落时，是xxx的宁谧，xxx的幽静！万籁俱寂，所有的噪音都化做柔和的音乐

再也听不见得得马蹄声，也听不见嘎嘎车轮声

只有雪橇的铃声如乐，似孩子们的心儿在欢快地跃动

大千世界，芸芸众生，没人与我相同。自创世伊始，从未有过像我一样的人。没人拥有和我一样的笑容；没人拥有和我一样的眼睛、鼻子、头发、双手或声音

我就是我

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but one season in the tree's life. He told them that they cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are — and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life —

这位父亲说他们答得都对，因为他们都只看到了梨树生命中的一个季节。他告诉他们：不应仅凭一个季节来判断一棵树，一段时间来看一个人；最后，到所有的季节都已终结时，才能衡量一个人的`本质——以及他生命中的快乐、喜悦和爱

如果你在寒冬时放弃，你将失去春之希望，夏之灿烂，秋之收获。所以，不要让一时的痛苦毁弃你所有其他的快乐

Ignore the“yes, buts”for the time being. All I want you to do right now is open your mind to the possibility that the world is made up of a countless array of experiences from the very worst to the very best. As someone once said,“A mind is like a parachute20）—it works best when open.”

从现在开始忘掉“是的，但是”.现在你做的就是认识到这样一种可能性，即世界是由无数从最好到最坏的经历组成的。正如有人曾说过的：“头脑就像降落伞——在打开的时候工作得最好。”我的承诺是：如果你能够广开思路，就会享受到更加丰富、更加充实的人生

We’re always on the go10）trying to accomplish so much, aren’s we? Getting groceries, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn — there’s always something. It’s so easy to get caught up in everyday life that we forget how simple it can be to bring cheer to ourselves and others. Giving a smile away takes so little effort and time, let’s make sure that we’

我们总是忙着去尽量完成更多的事，不是吗？买东西，打扫屋子，割院子里的草——总有些什么事。这就使我们很容易在日常生活中忘记：给自己和别人带来快乐是多么简单的事情。绽放微笑花费的精力与时间很少，让我们确保自己不会成为这样的人——别人总得假装我们有看不见的笑容

The motivation to succeed comes from the burning desire to achieve a purpose. Napoleon Hill wrote, “Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve.”

成功的行动来自于那燃烧着的想要达成目的的欲望。拿破仑？xxx道：“成功的意念能够到达个人的构想与信念所能到达的任何地方。”

强烈的欲望是一切成功的起点，正如小火苗不能放出大量的热一样，一个微小的愿望也不能促成伟大的成就

我曾经经历贫穷和病痛的深渊！每每人们问起我，是什么力量让我克服这些人人都会面临的困难，我总是这样回答：“我熬得过昨天，就熬得过今天。而且我决不让自己去考虑明天将会发生什么。”

我品尝了生命之杯的每一滴，包括那些渣滓，而她们仅仅只是吮到了杯口的泡沫而已。我的所知、所见，她们永远不会知晓，不会看到

只有被泪水洗过眼睛的女人们，才能有更宽广的视野，这使她们能与整个世界的人们形同姐妹。

Writing is to hold back things that are going to leave I used to write about flowers in spring,before the night they were going to wither,and I wrote about rain in autumn, though it never comes back from the darkness.

’m always trying to keep them with me,and I always took me years to understand,that I could never keep some feelings which are only supposed to live for seconds forever with me,that I can take nothing back from time,that instant is longer than ever.

But I am still me, and for every I write,I already know the answer,but I can never refuse to start because of the fear of the endings.

the word, nonsense word that means nothing.

A word printed on the glass door of the shower room, probably the name of the brand of the glass or the design of the glass “Chinglish” word created by one of the factories which wanted to follow the fashion trend of adding an English name for their fashionable brand name, even without the original Chinese name beside it.

It was not large or an obvious color,but it was right up long as I lifted my head up,I could see it,and it was also the only point I could stare the iron curtain outside the window was open,and I could clearly see how light went through the glass door and reflected on the water stains,and how “Sinpolo” took the sunshine,absorbed its color,and created its own image on the there's no light,so I just looked up into the dark city through the glass,and the word showed up,with a fluorescence in my enjoyed playing with the lights,using my hand to interrupt them from their original route,using my phone to rearrange them,or just putting my hands under them and observing how lines on my palm were like mountains with shadows.

During those years in that house,I did two things most frequently:argued with my father,and read meaningless argued with my father fiercely every week,for things I can't even remember now,and,as a result,I cried times,I didn't mean to,but maybe my tears had their own was nothing worth my tears,I thought,so I rushed to the bathroom whenever this happened--no,not my own room,because I wanted neither my bed,my desk or my books to see me cry, nor did I want to remind myself of the arguments whenever I sat in front of my desk.

At this point,I should have been grateful for Sinpolo,of watching a boring and repeated teenager doing exactly the same thing for thousands of we stared at each other;I saw the river outside the building I lived in through it,but I didn't know what it saw through some occasions,at midnight,after finishing another novel full of bullshit,I went to the bathroom,still like a walking dead,with my soul sucked inside the I saw the words,or I should say then we saw each other,and I came back.

When I stared at it,I called its name in my 'pore,this is how I usually called it,but maybe it's wrong, maybe it should be sinpore, or sinpore, or just shengbaoluo,its Chinese did feel sad for it,as its name actually meant something like saint,holy Polo,but the factory made it as Sin they ever know what they were doing?Or maybe they knew,and this was what exactly they didn't think it’s very possible though.

But I called it my way anyway,when I wanted to calm myself down,especially when I wanted to stop myself from wasting H2O,I would silently read it for one thousand times in that moment,and amazingly,it would wipe out all strange thoughts,and I could have a blank brain to add some other things knew I was thinking too much every even when I was doing homework,the rain outside would flow through the window and onto my I lifted my head up,staring at one point in the void,and that voice of Sinpolo appeared,fixing my leak of emotions as usual.

This was not good,I would was relying on my mom could open up my head as the mother in Peter Pan does,she would find out that the word was occupying half of my brain.

After leaving the house,I used to ask my mom about it.“Do you remember the bathroom of our last house?” “Yes, ”my mother answered,with a curious look on her face,“then what?” “Do you still remember Sinpolo?” “No? What's that?” “It's the brand of the glass door in the bathroom.” “No, what's special about it?”“Well, nothing. ”

I felt tired in the middle of the conversation,and suddenly didn't want to share my feelings with her any could tell my mother thought I acted strangely,but this was because that by then she didn't realize,and not did I by then,which kind of person was in front of person was one of those least responsible ones among the crowd,those who were born to be too lazy to think,but still too eager to show off,those who had no intentions of targeting against anything so also had no intentions of knowing any,those who had extraordinary ability of senses like infants,and those who felt no sense of mission for it.

This person is not ready to take responsibility over her emotions now,and the word will take care of her and restrain her,until that day comes.

My l4-year-old son, John, and I spotted the coat simultaneously. It was hanging on a rack at a secondhand clothing store in Northampton Mass, crammed in with shoddy trench coats and an assortment of sad, woolen overcoats -- a rose among thorns.

While the other coats drooped, this one looked as if it were holding itself up. The thick, black wool of the double-breasted chesterfield was soft and unworn, as though it had been preserved in mothballs for years in dead old Uncle Henry's steamer trunk. The coat had a black velvet collar, beautiful tailoring, a Fifth Avenue label and an unbelievable price of $28. We looked at each other, saying nothing, but John's eyes gleamed. Dark, woolen topcoats were popular just then with teenage boys, but could cost several hundred dollars new. This coat was even better, bearing that touch of classic elegance from a bygone era.

John slid his arms down into the heavy satin lining of the sleeves and buttoned the coat. He turned from side to side, eyeing himself in the mirror with a serious, studied expression that soon changed into a smile. The fit was perfect.

John wore the coat to school the next day and came home wearing a big grin. ^v^Ho. did the kids like your coat?^v^ I asked. ^v^They loved it,^v^ he said, carefully folding it over the back of a chair and smoothing it flat. I started calling him ^v^Lord Chesterfield^v^ and ^v^The Great Gatsby.^v^

Over the next few weeks, a change came over John. Agreement replaced contrariness, quiet, reasoned discussion replaced argument. He became more judicious, more mannerly, more thoughtful, eager to please. ^v^Good dinner, Mom,^v^ he would say every evening.

He would generously loan his younger brother his tapes and lecture him on the niceties of behaviour; without a word of objection, he would carry in wood for the stove. One day when I suggested that he might start on homework before dinner, John -- a veteran procrastinator - said, ^v^You're right. I guess I will.^v^

When I mentioned this incident to one of his teachers and remarked that I didn't know what caused the changes, she said laughing. ^v^It must be his coat!^v^ Another teacher told him she was giving him a good mark not only because he had earned it but because she liked his coat. At the library, we ran into a friend who had not seen our children in a long time, ^v^Could this be John?^v^ he asked, looking up to John's new height, assessing the cut of his coat and extending his hand, one gentleman to another.

John and I both know we should never mistake a person's clothes for the real person within them. But there is something to be said for wearing a standard of excellence for the world to see, for practising standards of excellence in though, speech, and behaviour, and for matching what is on the inside to what is on the outside.

Sometimes, watching John leave for school, I've remembered with a keen sting what it felt like to be in the eighth grade -- a time when it was as easy to try on different approaches to life as it was to try on a coat. The whole world, the whole future is stretched out ahead, a vast panorama where all the doors are open. And if I were there right now, I would picture myself walking through those doors wearing my wonderful, magical coat.

Solitude

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the be in company,even with the best, is soon wearisome. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. 'The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping，and not feel lonesome. beacause he is employed; but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can “see the folks,” and recreate, and,as he thinks. remunerate himself for his day's solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and “the blues”; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer ire his. and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it.

大部分时候，我发现独处都是有益于健康的。有人陪伴，即使是最好的同伴，不久也会心生厌烦，兴致将消散。我爱独处。我没有遇见比孤独更好的伴侣了。我们置身国外，立行人群之中，通常比独处室内更加寂寞。一个思考着的或工作着的人总是孤独的，就让他去他想去的地方吧。孤独不是以和同伴之间的距离里程来衡量的。真正勤奋的学生，在剑桥学院一个拥挤的蜂房里，就像沙漠中的苦行僧一样孤单。农夫可以整日在田间或林中独自工作，耕地或者伐木，却并不感到寂寞，因为他有活儿干;可是当他晚上回到家中，却不能在房间坐下独自思考，而必须去“能看到乡亲”的地方消遣娱乐，正如他所想的，去补偿他五天的孤寂;因此他不明白学生如何可以整日整夜地独坐在家里，而不感到倦怠和“优郁”;但他没有意识到，学生虽然身处室内，却依然在自己的田野上耕耘，在自己的森林中采伐.就像农夫在他的田地林间工作一样，之后学生也和农夫一样要去寻求消遣，山要去交朋结友，只是娱乐方式可能更加简明一些。

Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old mushy cheese that we are. We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open meet at the post office, and at the sociable,and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. Certainly less frequency would suffice for all important and hearty communications. Consider the girls in a factory-never alone, hardly in their dreams. It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I value of a man is not in his skin.

社会交际往往极其廉价。我们相聚的时间十分短暂,没有足够的时间让彼此获得任何有价值的新事物。我们在一日三餐的时候见面，我们就如xxx的奶略，却让彼此相互品尝出新味道。我们必须一致同意若干条规则，也就是我们所谓的礼节和礼貌，使这种经常的聚会相安无事，我们还要一致同意我们没有争吵的必要。我们在邮局碰面，在社交场合碰面，每天晚上在炉火边碰面;我们生活得很拥挤，相互干扰，彼此牵绊，我想，我们因此失去了对彼此的尊重。当然，所有重要的、真诚的沟通，次数少一些就足够了。想一想工厂里的女工——永远不会独处，甚至在梦中也难得是独自一人。如果一平方英里只有一个居民，就像我这样，那要好多了。一个人的价值不在于他的外在。

A Love Letter

Pain is constant companion and isn't very good one. I try to reason with this and I end of feeling miserable. I can not help but think about you. You, who has so much to give and share with me. Even when I was young, you were constant figure. You were there to see me grow up. I cried and laught, I learned and you were there to guide me. With your gray hair and chunky glasses. I would watch you think and blued and you sudden smile would lide up your face as quickly as it come. That is the very thing I love about smile, I think about the times I missed being with you. So many years have passed since I saw you again. And for a breath moment I imagined you not being in my life. I wanna to cry, but I knew you were be there, as you always gray hair has turned to white. And with that came a wiry frame that was fragile. Still, the eyes was ever and mind that was well running. You taught me to be strong and live for my dreams. If you were wishes for hunger for knowledge. You taught me to love learning. Always telling me that knowledge is constant thing. You were so strong, so wise and your presense was always comfort. I always love being by your side. You always gave me a hug when I fell down. I never love too crowds and you always seem to understand that not pression me to jion in the others or pretend to have a good got lost the books you taught me to read. Those books which you gave me to learn more about the world. Ever so after remind of the things you taught me. You always love books. You never said much, but I always knew that every time we saw each other. You were glad to see me as I always glad to see you. I remember you with the teary face and wasteful smile. My pain is more insistant and try to hold on to the hope that you will pull through this. Like the strong person that you were. I love you grandpa.

I think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem.

It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay.

It begins with innocent childhood, followed by awkward adolescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society, with its young passions and follies, its ideals and ambitions;

then it reaches a manhood of intense activities, profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature; at middle age, there is a slight easing of tension, a mellowing of character like the ripening of fruit or the mellowing of good wine,

and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant, more cynical and at the same time a kindlier view of life; then In the sunset of our life, the endocrine glands decrease their activity, and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern according to it,

it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment; finally, life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep, never to wake up again.

One should be able to sense the beauty of this rhythm of life, to appreciate, as we do in grand symphonies, its main theme, its strains of conflict and the final resolution.

The movements of these cycles are very much the same in a normal life, but the music must be provided by the individual himself.

In some souls, the discordant note becomes harsher and harsher and finally overwhelms or submerges the main melody.

Sometimes the discordant note gains so much power that the music can no longer go on, and the individual shoots himself with a pistol or jump into a river.

But that is because his original leitmotif has been hopelessly over-showed through the lack of a good self-education.

Otherwise the normal human life runs to its normal end in kind of dignified movement and procession.

There are sometimes in many of us too many staccatos or impetuosos, and because the tempo is wrong, the music is not pleasing to the ear; we might have more of the grand rhythm and majestic tempo o the Ganges, flowing slowly and eternally into the sea.

No one can say that life with childhood, manhood and old age is not a beautiful arrangement; the day has its morning, noon and sunset, and the year has its seasons, and it is good that it is so.

There is no good or bad in life, except what is good according to its own season.

And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem.

Shakespeare has expressed this idea more graphically in his passage about the seven stages of life, and a good many Chinese writers have said about the same thing.

It is curious that Shakespeare was never very religious, or very much concerned with religion.

I think this was his greatness; he took human life largely as it was, and intruded himself as little upon the general scheme of things as he did upon the characters of his plays.

Shakespeare was like Nature itself, and that is the greatest compliment we can pay to a writer or thinker.

He merely lived, observed life and went away.

我以为，从生物学角度看，人的一生恰如诗歌。

人生自有其韵律和节奏，自有内在的生成与衰亡。

人生始于无邪的童年，经过少年的青涩，带着激情与无知，理想与雄心，笨拙而努力地走向成熟;后来人到壮年，经历渐广，阅人渐多，涉世渐深，收益也渐大;及至中年，

人生的紧张得以舒缓，人的性格日渐成熟，xxx之果实，如醇美之佳酿，更具容忍之心，处世虽更悲观，但对人生的态度趋于和善;再后来就是人生迟暮，内分泌系统活动减少，若此时吾辈已经悟得老年真谛，

并据此安排残年，那生活将和平，宁静，安详而知足;终于，生命之烛摇曳而终熄灭，人开始永恒的长眠，不再醒来。

人们当学会感受生命韵律之美，像听交响乐一样，欣赏其主旋律、激昂的高潮和舒缓的尾声。

这些反复的乐章对于我们的生命都大同小异，但个人的乐曲却要自己去谱写。

在某些人心中，不和谐音会越来越刺耳，最终竟然能掩盖主曲;有时不和谐音会积蓄巨大的能量，令乐曲不能继续，这时人们或举枪自杀或投河自尽。

这是他最初的主题被无望地遮蔽，只因他缺少自我教育。

否则，常人将以体面的运动和进程走向既定的终点。

在我们多数人胸中常常会有太多的断奏或强音，那是因为节奏错了，生命的乐曲因此而不再悦耳。

我们应该如恒河，学她气势恢弘而豪迈地缓缓流向大海。

人生有童年、少年和老年，谁也不能否认这是一种美好的安排，一天要有清晨、正午和日落，一年要有四季之分，如此才好。

人生本无好坏之分，只是各个季节有各自的好处。

如若我们持此种生物学的观点，并循着季节去生活，除了狂妄自大的傻瓜和无可救药的理想主义者，谁能说人生不能像诗一般度过呢。

莎翁在他的一段话中形象地阐述了人生分七个阶段的观点，很多中国作家也说过类似的话。

奇怪的是，xxx亚并不是虔诚的宗^v^，也不怎么关心宗教。

我想这正是他的伟大之处，他对人生秉着xxx自然的态度，他对生活之事的干涉和改动很少，正如他对戏剧人物那样。

莎翁就像自然一样，这是我们能给作家或思想家的最高褒奖。

对人生，他只是一路经历着，观察着，离我们远去了。

3000字英文散文稿xxx 第2篇

We are not born with courage,but neither are we born with fear.

Maybe some of our fears are brought on by your own experiences,by what someone has told you,by what you've read in the papers.

Some fears are valid,like walking alone in a bad part of town at two o'clock in the morning.

But once you learn to avoid that situation,you won't need to live in fear of it.

Fears,even the most basic ones,can totally destroy our ambitions.

Fear can destroy fortunes.

Fear can destroy relationships.

Fear,if left unchecked,can destroy our lives.

Fear is one of the many enemies lurking inside us.

Let me tell you about five of the other enemies we face from within.

The first enemy that you've got to destroy before it destroys you is indifference.

What a tragic disease this is! “Ho-hum,let it slide.

I'll just drift along.” Here's one problem with drifting: you can't drift your way to the to of the mountain.

The second enemy we face is indecision.

Indecision is the thief of opportunity and enterprise.

It will steal your chances for a better future.

Take a sword to this enemy.

The third enemy inside is doubt.

Sure,there's room for healthy skepticism.

You can't believe everything.

But you also can't let doubt take over.

Many people doubt the past,doubt the future,doubt each other,doubt the government,doubt the possibilities nad doubt the opportunities.

Worse of all,they doubt themselves.

I'm telling you,doubt will destroy your life and your chances of success.

It will empty both your bank account and your heart.

Doubt is an enemy.

Go after it.

Get rid of it.

The fourth enemy within is worry.

We've all got to worry some.

Just don't let conquer you.

Instead,let it alarm you.

Worry can be useful.

If you step off the curb in New York City and a taxi is coming,you've got to worry.

But you can't let worry loose like a mad dog that drives you into a small corner.

Here's what you've got to do with your worries: drive them into a small corner.

Whatever is out to get you,you've got to get it.

Whatever is pushing on you,you've got to push back.

The fifth interior enemy is overcaution.

It is the timid approach to life.

Timidity is not a virtue;it's an illness.

If you let it go,it'll conquer you.

Timid people don't get promoted.

They don't advance and grow and become powerful in the marketplace.

You've got to avoid overcaution.

Do battle with the enemy.

Do battle with your fears.

Build your courage to fight what's holding ou back,what's keeping you from your goals and dreams.

Be courageous in your life and in your pursuit of the things you want and the person you want to become.

3000字英文散文稿xxx 第3篇

Accustomed to the warm weather in the winter,I always love a sunny day to the when there is sunshine,I always feel very good,and I don't know why I'm in a good mood,just see everything in the sunlight,it is so beautiful and this is why the sky and sunshine asperse warm! Through the glass thin,looked at the sky,I saw the colorful color,is really very feeling is very beautiful,as if you can dream to the colorful world,where there is everything,everything is the most am in the winter sunshine particularly worship,especially after After rain the sky looks my mood is to click into place by yin.

After lunch,the sun shines into the room,a plume of sunlight cast a light spot in the room is that time,I always love on the spot,the purpose is to block the spot not to let it do not know the spot has been shining on my body,but also formed an oval light smirk behind,is the mother of the slight is not for anything else,just see my mother was really very this is the innocence of a child touched mother or mother the house a bit stuffy,I took the chair into the yard,where the sun is very the scenery is not what the yard,but off the leaves of the tree trunks and branches are in the middle there is a big tree there are many small broken branches broken grass build magpie love sitting in a chair looking up at the tree on the magpie do you think of magpie nest? What's on the tree when there's a magpie? So imperceptibly,the body was cold temperature feels so warm! So,I just take off clothes,look up the book in the best of that time the feeling is very comfortable,very about the fire in the cold stamping way,think in the cold breath warm hands,the winter sun is really more precious than what.

I appreciate the sun in the winter,although the continuous rain let the sun for a long time can not spread,but the sun is still by virtue of their patience and perseverance until the time of the end of the is the sun to show their was trying to make up for the warmth that people had not enjoyed before,a real green product from is the charm and value of winter drives people out of an idle at home,to bring people warm the world from the dead to the state full of vigour.

The winter sun love I feel,the winter sun there is a barometer of my am depressed from in an unbroken line wet,it let me do what no patience,I feel very feels like the world is grey,it's nothing to live with,maybe it's my prejudice,but this is something I've been born with,and I have no way to change when the sun dispelled the sunny rain down is my mood click into habits that friends have been used,they gave me a title of _sunflower_.I love to follow the winter don't mind,because I love the winter sunshine.

The winter sunshine gives me warmth,gives me energy,gives me the mood,and I am its _vane_,and it is my _God__.

3000字英文散文稿xxx 第4篇

Happiness is can be found in you,in me,in the simple good fortune of is a strength that comes from within,the appreciation for the world around us and the love we have for ourselves.

Happiness can be found wherever you lies in your bed and sits on your favorite can be found in life's most simple pleasures like combing your hair or drawing a breath of fresh says she accompanied you to all the places you have been and in the future,happiness will pave a splendid path for your journey through life.

Happiness is found in all that you have you have learned will emanate from the bottom of your is an image of this world reflected in your vividness lies not only in the vibrant colors and air but also in the exuberance of your dreams and smiles.

Happiness can be found in the love and concern from your parents;happiness can be found in the innocence of your child's is the spring swallow's song carried to your ears by a gentle warm is a warm smile from a stranger as he passes is the feeling derived from challenges faced and overcome.

Happiness is not found in one's destination,but rather on the road to that are all travelers in life's happiness lies not in the future,but in every moment of each day.

Happiness is a garden granted by God to every can maintain the garden's beauty as intended by keeping that beauty within your heart.

Happiness is derived from our attitude;it is not something that is bought or is found when we resist temptation,when we maintain our lofty ideals even in the face of is a belief in is a key with which we open doors to is a code by which we live.

You need only reach out to find happiness both your heart and soul will be invigorated to achieve more than you ever dreamed and more than you ever thought happiness in your heart,love blossoms for every one in our life,and the world becomes your home.