關於大自然景物的好英語美文

　　我愛大自然，尤其愛大自然的風，它是自然的靈魂。風帶給大自然靈真屈，使大自然有了生命力。我陶醉於風，陶醉於風的虛實勁靜，陶醉於風的疾緩剛柔。我真想蘸一筆自然之色來譜寫一曲風之頌。小編精心收集了，供大家欣賞學習!

　　：The Love of Beauty 自然之美

　　The love of beauty is an essential part of all healthy human nature. It is a moral quality. The absence of it is not an assured ground of condemnation, but the presence of it is an invariable sign of goodness of heart. In proportion to the degree in which it is felt will probably be the degree in which nobleness and beauty of character will be attained.

　　愛美及是整個健全人性不可或缺之一部分。它是一種道德品質。缺乏這種品質並不能作為受到責難的充分理由，但是擁有這種品質則是心靈美好的永恆標誌。品德的高尚與美好所達到的程度可能與對美的感受程度成正比。

　　Natural beauty is an all-pervading presence. The universe is its temple. It unfolds into the numberless flowers of spring. It waves in the branches of trees and the green blades of grass. It haunts the depths of the earth and the sea. It gleams from the hues of the shell and the precious stone. And not only these minute objects but the oceans, the mountains, the clouds, the stars, the rising and the setting sun---all overflow with beauty. This beauty is so precious, and so congenial to our tenderest and noblest feelings, that it is painful to think of the multitude of people living in the midst of it and yet remaining almost blind to it.

　　大自然的美無處不在，整個宇宙就是美的殿堂。美，在春日百花中綻放;美，在綠葉嫩枝間搖曳;美，在深海幽谷裡遊弋;美，在奇石與貝殼的繽紛色彩中閃爍。不只是這些細微之物，還有海洋，山川，雲彩，繁星，日升日落，一切都是洋溢著美。這樣的美是如此珍貴，與我們最溫柔，最高尚的情愫是如此相宜。然而，想到很多人置身於美之中，卻幾乎對它熟視無睹，真是令人痛心不已。

　　All persons should seek to become acquainted with the beauty in nature. There is not a worm we tread upon, nor a leaf that dances merrily as it falls before the autumn winds, but calls for our study and admiration. The power to appreciated beauty not merely increases our sources of happiness---it enlarges our moral nature, too. Beauty calms our restlessness and dispels our cares. Go into the fields or the woods, spend a summer day by the sea or the mountains, and all your little perplexities and anxieties will vanish. Listen to sweet music, and your foolish fears and petty jealousies will pass away. The beauty of the world helps us to seek and find the beauty of goodness.

　　所有的人都應該去認識大自然之美。沒有一條我們踩過的小蟲，沒有一片在秋風拂掠之際飛舞的樹葉不值得我們研究與讚賞。欣賞美的能力不僅增加了我們快樂的來源，也加強了我們德性的修養。美使我們不安的心平靜下來，也驅散了我們的憂慮。到田野或森林去，在夏日的海邊或山上呆上一天，那麼你所有微不足道的困惑與焦慮都會煙消雲散。傾聽悅耳的音樂，你那愚蠢的恐懼與狹隘的嫉妒都會過去。世界之美將有助於我們找到為善之美。

　　：花之歌 Song of The Flower

　　I am a kind word uttered and repeated

　　By the voice of Nature;

　　I am a star fallen from the

　　Blue tent upon the green carpet.

　　I am the daughter of the elements

　　With whom Winter conceived;

　　To whom Spring gave birth; I was

　　Reared in the lap of Summer and I

　　Slept in the bed of Autumn.

　　我是大自然親切的話語，

　　說出去，又反覆細念;

　　我是一顆星星，

　　從藍色蒼穹墜落綠毯之中。

　　我是諸元素之女：

　　冬天將我孕育;

　　春天使我綻放;

　　夏天讓我成長;

　　秋天令我安睡。

　　At dawn I unite with the breeze

　　To announce the coming of light;

　　At eventide I join the birds

　　In bidding the light farewell.

　　清早，我同晨風一道

　　宣告光明的到來;

　　傍晚，我又與群鳥一起

　　為它的遠去告別。

　　The plains are decorated with

　　My beautiful color and the air

　　Is scented with my fragrance.

　　我在原野上搖曳，

　　使風光更加旖旎;

　　我在清風中呼吸，

　　使氣息芬芳馥郁。

　　As I embrace Slumber the eyes of

　　Night watch over me, and as I

　　Awaken I stare at the sun, which is

　　The only eye of the day.

　　我微睡時，

　　夜空數雙眼睛對我凝望;

　　我醒來時，

　　白晝的獨眸向我注視。

　　I drink dew for wine, and hearken to

　　The voices of the bird and dance

　　To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

　　我飲著朝露釀成的瓊漿;

　　聽著小鳥的鳴囀歌唱;

　　就著芳草的搖曳婆娑起舞。

　　I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;

　　I am the memory of a moment of happiness;

　　I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

　　I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

　　我是愛人間的贈禮;我是婚禮的冠冕;

　　我是片刻歡愉的記憶;

　　我是生者予死者最後的祭獻;

　　我是一半歡樂，一半憂傷。

　　But I look up high to see only the light,

　　And never look down to see my shadow.

　　This is wisdom which man must learn.

　　而我仰望高空，只因對光明神往;

　　我從不顧影自憐，也不孤芳自賞。

　　而這些智慧，人類尚未得以領會。

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        For years I grappled and fought with the bird’s nest that sat on top of my head—my Medusa mane, a composition of frizz and giant ringlets that in no way could be tamed.

　　Growing up in a Russian-Jewish home with parents who thought North American styling products were akin to illegal substances such as heroin, I was never allowed to put them in my hair.

　　“Why buy gel? Your hair is so beautiful naturally,” my mother would say.

　　The tweens at school did not agree. From boys not wanting to kiss me when we played spin the bottle in Grade 7 to being called “the mop,” I suffered for my unruly hair. 

　　People always say that you want the hair you don’t have, but having unmanageable curly hair goes deeper than that. It’s like being in a war with more than your scalp—it’s your self-esteem. You feel messy and disorderly, with your curls reflecting that attitude.

　　When I got to university, I believed my frizzy hair was a wedge that stood between me and everything—finding an internship, getting a boyfriend.

　　If only I could find a way to police the frizz and put it behind bars, I told myself, I would feel secure and sexy. I tried everything: rollers, hairspray, gels and, at one point, an iron.

　　Then, in my second year, a miracle happened. I was asked to be a hair model for Japanese hair straightening, a process by which the molecules of my curls would be shattered and reset in a bone-straight position.

　　I was the perfect “before” and “after” candidate, the hairdresser told me.

　　Although there are rumours about how hair relaxing can damage the scalp, for the next five years I didn’t find them to be true. All of the hairdresser’s promises were fulfilled: With my strands straight and smooth in a stylish bob, I was no longer Medusa but a distant cousin of Jennifer Aniston. 

　　However, there was extreme damage done to my wallet. To keep up the straightening cost $700 every six months, and that was considered cheap. While some people thought I was crazy, I was willing to do anything to never again feel like that frazzled , frizzy-headed girl in Grade 7. 

　　But when I moved out of my parents’ house at age 26 and rented an apartment, the upkeep of my sleek image became too costly.

　　I couldn’t hide from my inner Medusa any longer. It was time to embrace her and let her fly.

　　Seeking an alternative to my high-end habit, I turned to the oracle that always has answers: Google.

　　After hours of searching, I stumbled upon a “curly haired” salon, a place designed for girls like me who were at their wits’ end. 

　　I doubted these so-called “Curl Ambassadors” could do anything without using a contraption of some sort, and though I bought the service called the “Curly-Doo,” I suspected I’d have the same unruly mop at the end of the appointment.

　　I dragged my feet so hard getting there that I arrived 45 minutes late. I secretly hoped they would turn me away and give me the excuse I needed to justify the expense of relaxing again.

　　Instead, my stylist simply said: “You are very late. Flip your head over.”

　　At that moment, my world and beliefs about myself were turned upside down along with my hair.

　　As my head was dunked in a tub full of freezing-cold water, then generously slathered with a jelly-like substance, I wondered what I had got myself into.

　　“Do you really think this will work?” I asked the stylist, Jacquai. “My curls are a lost cause .”

　　“No curly hair is hopeless,” she replied. “They just haven’t found a way to work with it, that’s all.”

　　After the hour was over, Jacquai had completed her mission. She had styled my hair using only her hands, water and a mixture of organic potions.

　　I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in the mirror: a naturally curly, Medusa-free me. You could argue that hair is just hair. Yet, it is just such physical features that have such a large sway on how we view ourselves.

　　According to Jacquai, 75 percent of the population have a wave or curl in their hair and don’t know what to do with it. Men cut theirs short. Women flat-iron theirs to death.

　　When I browse through a beauty magazine or take the subway to work, it makes me sad to see so many people repressing their natural beauty.

　　Since I tamed my locks, my world has changed. I have always been outgoing, but these days I seem to be more outspoken and self-assured than ever. On top of that, the compliments haven’t stopped coming.

　　Friends and co-workers tell me I am looking better than ever, but they can’t pinpoint the source of the change.

　　I don’t need to tell them. My Medusa mane sways and speaks for herself.