学习啦【英语美文欣赏】 韦彦时间：2016-09-18 11:20:13我要投稿
Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there,
to serve some sort of purpose,teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be—a roommate, a neighbor, a professor, a friend, a lover, or even a complete stranger—but when you lock eyes with them,you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way. Sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible,painful, and unfair at first,but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength,willpower, or heart. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness,injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved straight flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable,but dull and utterly pointless.
The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help to create who you are and who you become. Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are sometimes the most important ones. If someone loves you, give love back to them in whatever way you can, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart,forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart. Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything that you possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and listen to what they have to say. Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don’t believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you.
Rain of Seattle I
I’ve got a deep secret few people understand and even fewer will admit to sharing.It’s time to tell the truth: I love the rain, deeply and passionately and more than the sun.At least I live in the right place, famous for its damp weather and spawning its own genuine rainforest.I can’t imagine living anywhere else than the Pacific Northwest. The sun shines so infrequently that my friends forget where they put their sunglasses.Gloomy clouds cause many people around here to suffer from seasonal affective disorder. Yet I welcome the rain.Seattleites will say they like how rain keeps the city green,how clean the air tastes afterwards. My real reason for enjoying the rain is steeped in pure selfishness when it’s mucky outside, I don’t have to do anything. I can spend the afternoon curled up reading, build a fire and make a big pot of spiced tea. I can sleep in late, waking up occasionally to hear soothing patter on the roof, water racing down the gutter. Nobody expects me to leave my house or do anything overly productive. Maybe I’ll invite a few friends over to watch an old movie or play a board game. Friends?expectations are low and easy to meet. Summer in Seattle is beautiful but exhausting. The sunny, gorgeous weather and blue skies draw Seattleites from their cozy little homes, ready to dry out and have fun. People go hiking, biking, canoeing. Folks work in their gardens, wash their cars and attend outdoor concerts in the park all in the same day! The effort involved to throw a party ratchets up several notches, as people host barbecues and picnics and water-skiing parties.
Rain of Seattle II
It’s a sin around here to not thoroughly enjoy every moment of every golden day. It’sembarrassing to answer, “Did you get out and enjoy the sunshine this weekend?” with “No, Istayed inside.” Co-workers frown and exchange suspicious looks; apparently I’m one ofthose rain-loving slugs. I tried lying, but my pale complexion gave me away. Another mark inrain’s favor is that my body doesn’t betray me when it’s cold and damp outside. Throughoutthe winter,people wear several layers, with perhaps several extra pounds here and there. InJune I dig out my shorts to discover my thighs resemble cottage cheese. I dread buying aswimsuit, as consecutive horror and humiliation make me cringe in the dressing room. Evenmy tastebuds prefer the rain. When it storms outside, it’s time for steamy hot chocolate oreven a soothing toddy. People devour hot, hearty meals, with lots of potatoes and savorysauces. This type of eating evaporates when the sun comes out; suddenly everyone offerssalads and ice water and expects it to be satisfying. It’s time to publicly acknowledge that Ilove the rain. How it transforms my house into a cozy cave where I can spend the afternooncooking and dreaming. It seems nobody else will admit to a love affair with the rain, nobody elsewill groan when it’s hot outside and join me in a rain dance. When the sun comes out I dogreet it with a smile, slipping sunglasses to my purse and pulling a tank top out of my closet.Yet my comfortable sweaters and warm slippers beckon, making me wish for another wet, chillyafternoon. When the rain returns, I will grin even more. Am I the only one?
Two Views of the River
Now when I had mastered the language of this water, and had come to know every trifling feature that bordered the great river as familiarly as I knew the letters of the alphabet, I had made a valuable acquisition. But I had lost something, too. I had lost something which could never be restored to me while I lived. All the grace, the beauty, the poetry, had gone out of the majestic river! I still kept in mind a certain wonderful sunset which I witnessed when steamboating was new to me. A broad expanse of the river was turned to blood; in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold, through which a solitary log came floating, black and conspicuous; in one place, a long slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water; in another the surface was broken by boiling, tumbling rings, that were as many-tinted as an opal; where the ruddy flush was faintest, was a smooth spot that was covered with graceful circles and radiating lines, ever so delicately traced; the shore on our left was densely wooded, and the somber shadow that fell from this forest was broken in one place by a long, ruffled trail that shone like silver; and high above the forest wall a clean-stemmed dead tree waved a single leafy bough that glowed like a flame in the unobstructed splendor that was flowing from the sun. There were graceful curves,reflected images, woody heights,soft distances; and over the whole scene, far and near, the dissolving lights drifted steadily, enriching it every passing moment with new marvels of coloring.