英語四級文章背誦閱讀
英語的散文跟詩歌一樣是具有韻律的。重讀與非重讀音節的有規律的重複和句法的變化給予了英語散文節奏的、高度音樂化的動感。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!
篇一
Best way to keep love is to give it wings
There was once a lonely girl who longed so much for love. One day while she was walking in the woods she found two starving songbirds. She took them home and put them in a small cage. She cared them with love and the birds grew strong. Every morning they greeted her with a wonderful song. The girl felt great love for the birds.
One day the girl left the door to the cage open. The larger and stronger of the two birds flew from the cage. The girl was so frightened that he would fly away. As he flew close，she grasped him wildly. Her heart felt glad at her success in capturing him. Suddenly she felt the bird go limp. She opened her hand and stared in horror at the dead bird. Her desperate love had killed him.
She noticed the other bird moving back and forth on the edge of the cage. She could feel his great need for freedom. He needed to soar into the clear，blue sky. She lifted him from the cage and tossed him softly into the air. The bird circled once，twice，three times.
The girl watched delightedly at the bird‘s enjoyment. Her heart was no longer concerned with her loss. She wanted the bird to be happy. Suddenly the bird flew closer and landed softly on her shoulder. It sang the sweetest melody that she had ever heard.
The fastest way to lose love is to hold on it too tight，the best way to keep love is to give it wings!
篇二
Weakness as strength
Sometimes our biggest weakness can become your biggest strength. Take，for example，the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lesson with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well，so he couldn‘t understand why，after three months of training，the master had taught him only one move.
“Mister，”the boy finally said，“shouldn‘t I be learning more moves?”
“This is the only move you know，but this is the only move you‘ll ever need to know，”the master replied.
Not quite understanding，but believing in his teacher，the boy kept training.
Several months later，the master took the boy to his first tournament.
To his surprise，the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult，but after some time，his opponent became impatient and charged;the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success，the boy was now in the finals.
This time，his opponent was bigger，stronger，and more experienced. For a while，the boy appeared to be overmatched.
Concerned that the boy might get hurt，the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the master intervened.
“No，”his master insisted，“let him continue.”
Soon after the match resumed，his opponent made a critical mistake：he dropped his guard. Instantly，the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home，the boy and his master reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really in his min.
“Mister，how did I win the tournament with only one move?”
“You won for two reasons，”the master answered.“First，you‘ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. Second，the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”
The boy‘s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
篇三
Love is just thread
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They don‘t act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion，“I love you”is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentine’s Day is even more out of the question. Finally my father has a bad temper. When he‘s very tired from the hard work，it is easy for him to lose his temper.
One day，my mother was sewing a quilt. I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.
“Mom，I have a question to ask you，”I said after a while.
“What?”she replied，still doing her work.
“Is there love between you and Dad?”I asked her in a very low voice.
My mother stopped her work and raised her head with surprise in her eyes. She didn‘t answer immediately. Then she bowed her head and continued to sew the quilt.
I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was in a great embarrassment and I didn‘t know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words：
“Susan，”she said thoughtfully，“Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears，but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt，then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime，but it‘s really there. Love is inside.”
I listened carefully but I couldn‘t understand her until the next spring. At that time，my father suddenly got sick seriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. When they returned from the hospital，they both looked very pale. It seemed both of them had had a serious illness.
After they were back，every day in the morning and dusk，my mother helped my father walk slowly on the country road. My father had never been so gentle. It seemed they were the most harmonious couple. Along the country road，there were many beautiful flowers，green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these made up the most beautiful picture in the world.
The doctor had said my father would recover in two months. But after two months he still couldn‘t walk by himself. All of us were worried about him.
“Dad，how are you feeling now?”I asked him one day.
“Susan，don‘t worry about me.”he said gently.“To tell you the truth，I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life.”Reading his eyes，I know he loves my mother deeply.
Once I thought love meant flowers，gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience，I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside，making life strong and warm……