大學生的英語美文摘抄

　　越來越多的教師開始探尋,如何培養學生對英語的興趣和形成積極主動的學習態度。在此,賞析英語美文可作為一個很有效的途徑。本文是大學生的英語美文，希望對大家有幫助!

　　大學生的英語美文篇一

　　Goodbye Kiss 父親的吻

　　The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and jostled***推擠，撞*** the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "How embarrassing. I am getting so clumsy in my old age."

　　Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, "Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment."

　　Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home."

　　He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas***帆布*** , foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls***工裝褲，工作褲*** . His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow***眉毛*** . No matter how much my Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."

　　Frank's voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze***喘息*** and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch***打嗝，噴出*** a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"

　　He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, 'No, Dad.'

　　It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.

　　I said, 'Dad, I'm too old for a goodbye kiss. I'm too old for any kind of kiss.'

　　My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield***擋風玻璃*** . 'You're right,' he said. 'You are a big boy....a man. I won't kiss you anymore.'"

　　Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn't long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale***大風，狂風*** and was trying to save the nets and the floats."

　　I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don't know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old face....to smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."

　　大學生的英語美文篇二

　　Just Two For Breakfast

　　When my husband and I celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary at our favorite restaurant, Lenny, the piano player, asked, "How did you do it?"

　　I knew there was no simple answer, but as the weekend approached, I wondered if one reason might be our ritual***儀式，慣例*** of breakfast in bed every Saturday and Sunday.

　　It all started with the breakfast tray my mother gave us as a wedding gift. It had a glass top and slatted***用板條做的*** wooden side pockets for the morning paper the kind you used to see in the movies. Mother loved her movies, and although she rarely had breakfast in bed, she held high hopes for her daughter. My adoring bridegroom took the message to heart.

　　Feeling guilty, I suggested we take turns. Despite grumblings***發牢騷*** -- "hate crumbs***麵包屑*** in my bed" ---Sunday morning found my spouse eagerly awaiting his tray. Soon these weekend breakfasts became such a part of our lives that I never even thought about them. I only knew we treasured this separate, blissful time read, relax, forget the things we should remember.

　　Sifting***過濾，篩選*** through the years, I recalled how our weekends changed,but that we still preserved the ritual. We started our family ***as new parents, we slept after breakfast more than we read***, but we always found our way back to where we started, just two for breakfast, one on Saturday and one on Sunday.

　　When we had more time, my tray became more festive. First it was fruit slices placed in geometric***幾何學的*** pattern; then came flowers from our garden times just one blossom sprouting***發芽*** from a grapefruit half. This arranger***曲作家*** of mine had developed a flair for decorating, using everything from amaryllis***喇叭花*** to the buds of a maple tree. My husband said my cooking inspired him. Mother would have approved. Perhaps it was the Saturday when the big strawberry wore a daisy hat that I began to think, how can I top this? One dark winter night I woke with a vision of a snowman on a tray. That Sunday I scooped a handful of snow and in no time had my man made. With a flourish I put a miniature pinecone***松果，松球*** on his head.

　　As I delivered the tray, complete with a nicely frozen snowman, I waited for a reaction. There was none but as I headed down the stairs I heard a whoop of laughter and then, "You've won! Yes, sir, you've won the prize!"

　　大學生的英語美文篇三

　　The Magical Coat

　　My l4-year-old son, John, and I spotted the coat simultaneously***同時地*** . It was hanging on a rack***齒條，行李架*** at a secondhand clothing store in Northampton Mass, crammed in with shoddy***假冒的，劣質的*** trench coats and an assortment***分類，混合物*** of sad, woolen overcoats -- a rose among thorns.

　　While the other coats drooped***下垂，消沉*** , this one looked as if it were holding itself up. The thick, black wool of the double-breasted chesterfield***長大衣*** was soft and unworn, as though it had been preserved in mothballs***衛生球*** 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***過去的*** era.

　　John slid his arms down into the heavy satin***緞子*** 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***露齒笑*** . "Ho. did the kids like your coat?" I asked. "They loved it," he said, carefully folding it over the back of a chair and smoothing it flat. I started calling him "Lord Chesterfield" and "The Great Gatsby."

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

　　He would generously loan his younger brother his tapes and lecture him on the niceties***精密，美好*** 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***拖拉者*** – said, “You’re right. I guess I will.”

　　When I mentioned this incident to one of his teachers and remarked that I didn't know what caused the changes, she said laughing. "It must be his coat!" 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, “Could this be John?" 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***動身去*** 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***全景，全貌*** 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.