作业帮求比较好的英语朗诵稿针对英语教师的
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求比较好的英语朗诵稿针对英语教师的
Youth
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, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder,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 the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
青 春
青春不是年华,而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝,而是深沉的意志,恢宏的想象,炙热的恋情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流.
青春气贯长虹,勇锐盖过怯弱,进取压倒苟安.如此锐气,二十后生而有之,六旬男子则更多见.年岁有加,并非垂老,理想丢弃,方堕暮年.
岁月悠悠,衰微只及肌肤；热忱抛却,颓废必致灵魂.忧烦,惶恐,丧失自信,定使心灵扭曲,意气如灰.
无论年届花甲,拟或二八芳龄,心中皆有生命之欢乐,奇迹之诱惑,孩童般天真久盛不衰.人人心中皆有一台天线,只要你从天上人间接受美好、希望、欢乐、勇气和力量的信号,你就青春永驻,风华常存.
一旦天线下降,锐气便被冰雪覆盖,玩世不恭、自暴自弃油然而生,即使年方二十,实已垂垂老矣；然则只要树起天线,捕捉乐观信号,你就有望在八十高龄告别尘寰时仍觉年轻.
what i have lived for
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 wayward course, over a great 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 life for a few hours of 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. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. 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 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 this 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.
我为何而生
罗素
对爱情的渴望,对知识的追求,对人类苦难不可遏制的同情,是支配我一生的单纯而强烈的三种感情.这些感情如阵阵巨风,吹拂在我动荡不定的生涯中,有时甚至吹过深-沉痛苦的海洋,直抵绝望的边缘.
我所以追求爱情,有三方面的原因.首先,爱情有时给我带来狂喜,这种狂喜竟如此有力,以致使我常常会为了体验几小时爱的喜悦,而宁愿牺牲生命中其他一切.其次,爱情可以摆脱孤寂——身历那种可怕孤寂的人的战栗意识,有时会由世界的边缘,观察到冷酷无生命的无底深渊.最后,在爱的结合中,我看到了古今圣贤以及诗人们所梦-想的天堂的缩影,这正是我所追寻的人生境界.虽然它对一般的人类生活也许太美好了,但这正是我透过爱情所得到场最终发现.
我曾以同样的感情追求知识,我渴望去了解人类的.也渴望知道星星为什么会发光,同时我还想理解毕达哥拉斯的力量.
爱情与知识的可能领域,总是引领我到天堂的境界,可对人类苦难的同情经常把我带回现实世界.那些痛苦的呼唤经常在我内心深处引起回响.饥饿中的孩子,被压迫被折-磨者,给子女造成重担的孤苦无依的老人,以及全球性的孤独、贫穷和痛苦的存在,是对人类生活理想的无视和讽刺.我常常希望能尽自己的微薄之力去减轻这不必要的痛苦,但我发现我完全失败了,因此我自己也感到很痛苦.
这就是我的一生,我发现人是值得活的.如果有谁再给我一次生活的机会,我将欣然接受这难得的赐予.
Human Life a Poem
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
人生如诗
林语堂
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,如芳馥之果实,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,安然而知足；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,莎士比亚并不是虔诚的宗教徒,也不怎么关心宗教.我想这正是他的伟大之处,他对人生秉着顺其自然的态度,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.
再问： 非常感谢哦！可是有没有经典中文诗歌翻译成英文版的呢，不要太长！谢谢喽！
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, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder,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 the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
青 春
青春不是年华,而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝,而是深沉的意志,恢宏的想象,炙热的恋情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流.
青春气贯长虹,勇锐盖过怯弱,进取压倒苟安.如此锐气,二十后生而有之,六旬男子则更多见.年岁有加,并非垂老,理想丢弃,方堕暮年.
岁月悠悠,衰微只及肌肤；热忱抛却,颓废必致灵魂.忧烦,惶恐,丧失自信,定使心灵扭曲,意气如灰.
无论年届花甲,拟或二八芳龄,心中皆有生命之欢乐,奇迹之诱惑,孩童般天真久盛不衰.人人心中皆有一台天线,只要你从天上人间接受美好、希望、欢乐、勇气和力量的信号,你就青春永驻,风华常存.
一旦天线下降,锐气便被冰雪覆盖,玩世不恭、自暴自弃油然而生,即使年方二十,实已垂垂老矣；然则只要树起天线,捕捉乐观信号,你就有望在八十高龄告别尘寰时仍觉年轻.
what i have lived for
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 wayward course, over a great 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 life for a few hours of 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. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. 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 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 this 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.
我为何而生
罗素
对爱情的渴望,对知识的追求,对人类苦难不可遏制的同情,是支配我一生的单纯而强烈的三种感情.这些感情如阵阵巨风,吹拂在我动荡不定的生涯中,有时甚至吹过深-沉痛苦的海洋,直抵绝望的边缘.
我所以追求爱情,有三方面的原因.首先,爱情有时给我带来狂喜,这种狂喜竟如此有力,以致使我常常会为了体验几小时爱的喜悦,而宁愿牺牲生命中其他一切.其次,爱情可以摆脱孤寂——身历那种可怕孤寂的人的战栗意识,有时会由世界的边缘,观察到冷酷无生命的无底深渊.最后,在爱的结合中,我看到了古今圣贤以及诗人们所梦-想的天堂的缩影,这正是我所追寻的人生境界.虽然它对一般的人类生活也许太美好了,但这正是我透过爱情所得到场最终发现.
我曾以同样的感情追求知识,我渴望去了解人类的.也渴望知道星星为什么会发光,同时我还想理解毕达哥拉斯的力量.
爱情与知识的可能领域,总是引领我到天堂的境界,可对人类苦难的同情经常把我带回现实世界.那些痛苦的呼唤经常在我内心深处引起回响.饥饿中的孩子,被压迫被折-磨者,给子女造成重担的孤苦无依的老人,以及全球性的孤独、贫穷和痛苦的存在,是对人类生活理想的无视和讽刺.我常常希望能尽自己的微薄之力去减轻这不必要的痛苦,但我发现我完全失败了,因此我自己也感到很痛苦.
这就是我的一生,我发现人是值得活的.如果有谁再给我一次生活的机会,我将欣然接受这难得的赐予.
Human Life a Poem
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
人生如诗
林语堂
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,如芳馥之果实,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,安然而知足；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,莎士比亚并不是虔诚的宗教徒,也不怎么关心宗教.我想这正是他的伟大之处,他对人生秉着顺其自然的态度,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.
再问： 非常感谢哦！可是有没有经典中文诗歌翻译成英文版的呢，不要太长！谢谢喽！