英文经典范文原声朗读(优选5篇)

英文经典范文原声朗读 第1篇

[印度]泰戈尔

假如我变了一朵“金色花”，只为了好玩，长在那树的高枝上，笑哈哈的在风中摇摆，又在新生的树叶上跳舞，母亲，你会认识我么？

你要是叫道：“孩子，你在哪里呀？”我暗暗的在那里匿笑，却一声儿不响。

我要悄悄地开放花瓣儿，看着你工作。

当你沐浴后，湿发披在两肩，穿过“金色花”的林荫，走到你做祷告的小庭院时，你会嗅到这花的香气，却不知道这香气是从我身上来的。

当你吃过中饭，坐在窗前读《罗摩衍那》，那棵树的荫影落在你的头发与膝上时，我便要投我的影子在你的书页上，正投在你所读的地方。

但是你会猜得出这就是你孩子的小影子么？

当你黄昏时拿了灯到牛棚里去，我便要突然的再落到地上来，又成了你的孩子，求你讲故事给我听。

“你到哪里去了，你这坏孩子？”

“我不告诉你，母亲。”这就是你同我那时所要说的话了。

英文经典范文原声朗读 第2篇

[印度]泰戈尔

喂，你站在池边的蓬头的榕树，你可曾忘记了那孩子？就像那在你的枝上筑巢又离开了你的鸟儿似的孩子？

你不记得他怎样坐在窗前，诧异的望着你深入地下的纠缠的树根么？

妇人们常到池边，汲了满罐的水去，你的大黑影便在水面上摇动，好像睡着的人挣扎着要醒来似的。

日光在微波上跳舞，好像不停不息的小梭在织着金色的花毡。

两只鸭子挨着芦苇，在芦苇影子上游来游去，孩子静静地坐在那里想着。

他想做风，吹过你的萧萧的树杈；想做你的影子，在水面上，随了日光而俱长；想做一只鸟，栖息在你的最高枝上；还想做那只鸭，在芦苇与阴影中间游来游去。

英文经典范文原声朗读 第3篇

Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc(肆虐) on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. “Are you a good farmhand?” the farmer asked him.

“Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.

Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, “Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!”

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, “No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away.

The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

MORAL: When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear.

Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life? The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured the farm against the storm.

英文经典范文原声朗读 第4篇

I think the center of my faith is an absolute certainty of good. Like everyone else, I get low and there are times when I feel as if I have my fins backwards and am swimming upstream in heavy boots. But even in these dark times, even though I feel cut off, perhaps, and alone, I am aware - even if distantly - that I am part of a whole and that the whole is true and real and good.

I have never had any difficultly in believing in God. I don't believe in a personal God and I don't quite see how it is possible to believe in a God who knows both good and evil and yet to trust in him. I believe in God, Good, in One Mind, and I believe we are all subject to and part of this oneness.

It's taken me time to understand words like “tolerance” and “understanding.” I have given lip service to “tolerance” and to “understanding” for years but only now do I think I begin to understand a little what they mean. If we are all one of another, and this, though uncomfortably, is probably the case, then sooner or later we have got to come to terms with each other. I believe in the individuality of man, and it is only by individual experience that we can, any of us, make a contribution to understanding.

I've always been a bit confused about self and egotism(自负) because I instinctively felt both were barriers to understanding. And so in a sense they are.

I used to worry a lot about personality and that sort of egotism. I noticed that certain artists - musicians, for instance - would allow their personalities to get between the music and the listener. But others, greater and therefore humbler, became clear channels through which the music was heard unimpeded(畅通无阻的). And it occurred to me, not very originally, that the good we know in man is from God so it is a good thing to try to keep oneself as clear as possible from the wrong sort of self. And it's not very easy, particularly if you are on the stage!

I am one of those naturally happy people even when they get low soon bounce back. In minor things like housekeeping and keeping in sight of letters to be answered I am a Planny-Annie. That is to say I get through the chores in order to enjoy the space beyond. But I do find that, believing in the operation of good as I do, I cannot make plans - important ones, I mean - but I must prepare the ground and then leave the way free as far as possible. This, of course, means being fearless and isn't fatalistic, because you see I believe that when I am faithful enough to be still and to allow things to happen serenely, they do. And this being still isn't a negative state but an awareness of one's true position.

Friends are the most important things in my life - that and the wonder of being necessary to someone. But these things pass and in end one is alone with God. I'm not nearly ready for that yet, but I do see it with my heart's eye.

I don't understand it entirely, but I believe there is only now and our job is to recognize and rejoice in this now. Now... Not, of course, the man-measured now of Monday, Friday, or whenever, but the now of certain truth. That doesn't change. Surely everything has been done - is done. Our little problem is to reveal and enjoy.

英文经典范文原声朗读 第5篇

郭沫若

白鹭是一首精七的诗。

色素的配合，身段的大小，一切者很适宜。

白鹤太大而嫌生硬，即如粉红的朱鹭或灰色的苍鹭，也觉得大了一些，而且太不寻常了。

然而白鹭却因为它的常见，而被子人忘却了它的美。

那雪白的蓑毛，那全身的流线型结构，那铁色的长喙，那青色的脚，增之一分则嫌长，减之一分则嫌短，素之一忽则嫌白，黛之一则嫌黑。

在清水田里时有一只两只站着钩鱼，整个的田便成了一幅嵌在琉璃框里的画面。田的大小好像是有心人为白鹭设计出的镜匣。

晴天的清晨每每看见它孤独地站立在小树的绝顶，看来像不是安稳，而它却很悠然。这是别的鸟很难表现的一种嗜好。人们说它是在望哨，可它真是在望哨吗？

黄错的空中偶见白鹭的低飞，更是乡居生活中的一种恩惠。那是清澄的形象化，而且具有了生命了。

或许有人会感着美中的不足，白鹭不会唱歌。但是白鹭的本身不就是一首优美的歌吗？——不，歌未免太铿锵了。

白鹭实在是一首诗，一首韵在骨子里的巩散文诗。