550字英语美文摘抄精选
书面表达是初中学英语教学的重点,也是一个难点。如何使学生的书面表达化难为易?可以从英语中的经典美文入手。学习啦小编整理了550字英语美文，欢迎阅读!
550字英语美文篇一
无私的真爱是这样子的
My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'.
Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'
'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'
'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.
'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'
'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'
'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.
'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.
'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'
I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'
The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!
550字英语美文篇二
生命那些匆匆的过客
When he told me he was leaving I felt like a vase which has just smashed. There were pieces of me all over the tidy, tan tiles. He kept talking, telling me why he was leaving, explaining it was for the best, I could do better, it was his fault and not mine. I had heard it before many times and yet somehow was still not immune; perhaps one did not become immune to such felony.He left and I tried to get on with my life. I filled the kettle and put it on to boil, I took out my old red mug and filled it with coffee watching as each coffee granule slipped in to the bone china. That was what my life had been like, endless omissions of coffee granules, somehow never managing to make that cup of coffee. Somehow when the kettle piped its finishing warning I pretended not to hear it. That's what Mike's leaving had been like, sudden and with an awful finality. I would rather just wallow in uncertainty than have things finished. I laughed at myself. Imagine getting all philosophical and sentimental about a mug of coffee. I must be getting old.
And yet it was a young woman who stared back at me from the mirror. A young woman full of promise and hope, a young woman with bright eyes and full lips just waiting to take on the world. I never loved Mike anyway. Besides there are more important things. More important than love, I insist to myself firmly. The lid goes back on the coffee just like closure on the whole Mike experience.
He doesn't haunt my dreams as I feared that night. Instead I am flying far across fields and woods, looking down on those below me. Suddenly I fall to the ground and it is only when I wake up that I realize I was shot by a hunter, brought down by the burden of not the bullet but the soul of the man who shot it. I realize later, with some degree of understanding, that Mike was the hunter holding me down and I am the bird that longs to fly.
The next night my dream is similar to the previous nights, but without the hunter. I fly free until I meet another bird who flies with me in perfect harmony. I realize with some relief that there is a bird out there for me, there is another person, not necessarily a lover perhaps just a friend, but there is someone out there who is my soul mate. I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together, what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth, a little understanding of my physical being. He has only, a little piece of me.
550字英语美文篇三
生活的艺术
The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go.For life is a paradox: it enjoinsus to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis ofold put it thisway: “A man comes to this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, his handis open.”Surely we ought to hold fast to life, for it is wondrous, and full of a beauty that breaksthrough every pore of God’s own earth. We know that this is so, but all too often werecognize this truth only in our backward glance when we remember what was and thensuddenly realize that it is no more.We remember a beauty that faded, a love that waned. Butwe remember with far greater pain that we did not see that beauty when it flowered,that wefailed to respond with love when it was tendered.
A recent experience re-taught me this truth. I was hospitalized following a severe heart attackand had been in intensive care for several days. It was not a pleasant place.One morning, I hadto have some additional tests. The required machines were located in a building at theopposite end of the hospital, so I had to be wheeled across the courtyard on a gurney.As weemerged from our unit, the sunlight hit me.That’s all there was to my experience. Just the lightof the sun. And yet how beautiful it was—how warming, how sparking, how brilliant! I lookedto see whether anyone else relished the sun’s golden glow, but everyone was hurrying to andfro，most with eyes fixed on the ground. Then I remembered how often I, too, had beenindifferent to the grandeur of each day, too preoccupied with petty and sometimes evenmean concerns to respond from that experience is really as commonplace as was theexperience itself:life’s gifts are precious，but we are too heedless of them.
Here then is the first pole of life’s paradoxical demands on us: never too busy for the wonderand the awe of life. Be reverent before each dawning day. Embrace each hour. Seize eachgolden minute.Hold fast to life, but not so fast that you cannot let go. This is the second sideof life’s coin, the opposite pole ofits paradox: We must accept our losses, and learn how to letgo.This is not an easy lesson to learn, especially when we are young and think that the world isours to command, that whatever we desire with the fullforce of our passionate being can，naywill be ours. But then life moves along to confront with realities,and slowly but surely this truthdawns upon us.At every stage of life we sustain losses，and grow in the process.
We begin our independent lives only when we emerge from the womb and lose its protectiveshelter. We entera progression of schools, then we leave our mothers and fathers and ourchildhood homes. We get married and have children and then have to let them go. Weconfront the death of our parents and our spouses. We face the gradual or not so gradualwaning of our strength. And ultimately, as the parable of the open and closed hand suggests,we must confront the inevitability of our own demise， losing ourselves as it were, allthat wewere or dreamed to be.
生活的艺术是要懂得如何取舍。因为生活本身自相矛盾：它一面告诫我们珍惜它所赐予的诸多恩惠，一面又注定最终将其全部收回。古时犹太教的拉比对此这样诠释：“一个人初降人世时手紧握成拳，撒手人寰时却手掌张开。”我们当然应该牢牢抓住生活，因为它奇妙无比、美不胜收，渗透了上帝的每一寸土地。我们明白这一点，但往往是在忆及往事、蓦然回首却发现好景不再时才有所感触。我们记得凋零的美，消褪的爱。但我们更痛楚地忆起，在美丽绽放时没有欣赏那份美丽，在情意绵绵时没有回应那份爱意。
最近的经历让我重新认识到这个真理。在严重心脏病发作后，我被送进医院，在重症室住了好几天。那可不是令人愉快的地方。一天早晨，我不得不再做些其它检查。所需的器械在医院对面尽头的一幢楼里，因此我必须被推着从院子经过。检查完出来时，阳光照在我身上。那是我当时感受到的一切。和煦的阳光，多么美丽，多么温暖，多么耀眼，多么灿烂!环顾四周，想看其他人是否也在欣赏这金灿灿的阳光，但来来去去的每个人都行色匆匆，眼睛大都盯着地面。这时，我忆起我也经常因被琐碎、有时甚至毫无意义的事占据头脑而每天对这样壮观的景色熟视无睹。就在那一刻，我突然意识到生活的馈赠是多么珍贵，而我们却忽视了它们。
这就是生活自相矛盾要求我们的第一极：不要因生活过于忙碌而忽略了它的奇妙和庄严。在每个黎明到来之前心怀敬意。拥抱每一小时。抓住珍贵的每分钟。抓住生活，但不要抓得太紧，以致于无法放弃。这是生活硬币的另一面，也是其矛盾的另一极：我们必须接受失去，并且学会放弃。要学会这一课并非易事，尤其当我们年轻气盛时，自认为是世界的主宰，认为用充满激情的躯体全力追求的东西能够，而且最终将会是我们的。但光阴荏苒，面对现实，我们才渐渐明白并非如此。在人生的每个阶段我们都会蒙受损失，并在此过程中成长。
我们只有脱离母体、失去庇护所时才开始独立生活。我们进入各级学校，然后离开父母。我们结婚生子，然后再放飞子女。我们面对父母和配偶的离世。我们逐渐或很快变得衰弱。最终，如同张开和握紧的手的寓言，我们必须面对不可避免的死亡，失去原来的自 我，失去我们原有的或梦想的一切。
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