英语美文朗诵3分钟大全美段推荐
参加一些英语的朗诵大赛，不仅能提高我们的英语口语，还能从各个方面提升自身的气质，今天本站小编在这里为大家分享一些英语美文朗诵素材，欢迎大家阅读!
Christmas Morning
light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church， eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister， Sharon. Across the street from the church was a Pan American gas station where the Greyhound bus stopped. It was closed for Christmas， but I noticed a family standing outside the locked door， huddled under the narrow overhang in an attempt to keep dry. I wondered briefly why they were there but then forgot about them as I raced to keep up with Jill.
Once we got home， there was barely time to enjoy our presents. We had to go off to our grandparents' house for our annual Christmas dinner. As we drove down the highway through town， I noticed that the family was still there， standing outside the closed gas station.
My father was driving very slowly down the highway. The closer we got to the turnoff for my grandparents' house， the slower the car went. Suddenly， my father U-turned in the middle of the road and said， “I can’t stand it!”
“What?” asked my mother.
“It's those people back there at the Pan Am， standing in the rain. They’ve got children. It's Christmas. I can’t stand it.”
When my father pulled into the service station， I saw that there were five of them： the parents and three children — two girls and a small boy.
My father rolled down his window. “Merry Christmas，” he said.
“Howdy，” the man replied. He was very tall and had to stoop slightly to peer into the car.
Jill， Sharon， and I stared at the children， and they stared back at us.
“You waiting on the bus?” my father asked.
The man said that they were. They were going to Birmingham， where he had a brother and prospects of a job.
“Well， that bus isn't going to come along for several hours， and you’re getting wet standing here. Winborn's just a couple miles up the road. They’ve got a shed with a cover there， and some benches，” my father said. “Why don't y'all get in the car and I’ll run you up there.”
The man thought about it for a moment， and then he beckoned to his family. They climbed into the car. They had no luggage， only the clothes they were wearing. Once they settled in， my father looked back over his shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet. Three glum faces mutely gave him his answer.
“Well， I didn't think so，” my father said， winking at my mother， “because when I saw Santa this morning， he told me that he was having trouble finding y’all， and he asked me if he could leave your toys at my house. We'll just go get them before I take you to the bus stop.”
All at once， the three children's faces lit up， and they began to bounce around in the back seat， laughing and chattering.
When we got out of the car at our house， the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that were spread out under our Christmas tree. One of the girls spied Jill's doll and immediately hugged it to her breast. I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon’s ball. And the other girl picked up something of mine. All this happened a long time ago， but the memory of it remains clear. That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy of making others happy.
My mother noticed that the middle child was wearing a short-sleeved dress， so she gave the girl Jill's only sweater to wear.
My father invited them to join us at our grandparents' for Christmas dinner， but the parents refused. Even when we all tried to talk them into coming， they were firm in their decision.
Back in the car， on the way to Winborn， my father asked the man if he had money for bus fare.
His brother had sent tickets， the man said.
My father reached into his pocket and pulled out two dollars， which was all he had left until his next payday. He pressed the money into the man's hand. The man tried to give it back， but my father insisted. “It’ll be late when you get to Birmingham， and these children will be hungry before then. Take it. I've been broke before， and I know what it’s like when you can't feed your family.”
We left them there at the bus stop in Winborn. As we drove away， I watched out the window as long as I could， looking back at the little girl hugging her new doll.
3分钟英语美文朗诵篇二Going Home Again
They say you can never go home again.
Well， you can. Only you might find yourself staying at a Trave Lodge， driving a rented Ford Contour and staking out your childhood home like some noir private eye just trying to catch a glimpse of the Johnny-come-latelys that are now living in YOUR HOUSE.
It's a familiar story. Kids grow up， parents sell the family home and move to some sunnier climate， some condo somewhere， some smaller abode. We grown up kids box up all the junk from our childhoods—dusty ballet shoes， high school text books， rolled up posters of Adam Ant—and wonder where home went.
I'm not a sentimental person， I told myself. I don't need to see old 3922 26th Street before we sell the place. I even skipped the part where I return home to salvage my mementos from the garage. I let my parents box up the stuff which arrived from San Francisco like the little package you get when released from jail. You know， here's your watch， the outfit you wore in here， some cash. Here's the person you once were.
After a year， San Francisco called me home again. I missed it. High rents had driven all my friends out of the city to the suburbs so I made myself a reservation at a motel and drove there in a rented car.
The next day， I cruised over to my old neighborhood. There was the little corner store my mom used to send me to for milk， the familiar fire station， the Laundromat.
I cried like the sap I never thought I'd be. I sat in the car， staring at my old house， tears welling up. It had a fresh paint job， the gang graffiti erased from the garage door. New curtains hung in the window.
I walked up and touched the doorknob like it was the cheek of a lover just home from war. I noticed the darker paint where our old mezuzah used to be. I sat on our scratchy brick stoop， dangling my legs off the edge， feeling as rootless as I've ever felt.
You can't go home in a lot of ways， I discovered that night， when I met up with an ex-boyfriend.
"Great to see you，" he said， giving me a tense hug. "The thing is， I only have an hour."
What am I， the LensCrafters of social engagements?
As it happens， his new girlfriend wasn't too keen on my homecoming. We had a quick drink and he dropped me back off at my motel where I scrounged up my change to buy some Whoppers from the vending machine for dinner. I settled in for the evening to watch "Three to Tango" on HBO.
"You had to watch a movie with a Friends' cast member，" said my brother， nodding empathetically. "That's sad."
My brother and I met up at our old house， like homing pigeons. We walked down the street for some coffee and I filled him in on my trip. He convinced me to stay my last night at his new place in San Bruno， just outside the city. I'll gladly pay $98 a night just for the privilege of not inconveniencing anyone， but he actually seemed to want me.
"I love having guests，" he insisted. So I went.
It's surprising how late in life you still get that "I can't believe I'm a grown-up feeling，" like when your big brother， the guy who used to force you to watch "Gomer Pyle" reruns， owns his own place. It was small and sparse and he had just moved in but it was his. The refrigerator had nothing but mustard， a few cheese slices and fourteen cans of Diet 7-Up.
We picked up some Taco Bell， rented a movie， popped some popcorn and I fell asleep on his couch.
Insomniacs rarely fall asleep on people's couches， I assure you. I don't know why I slept so well after agonizing all weekend over the question of home， if I had one anymore， where it was. I only know that curled up under an old sleeping bag， the sound of some second-rate guy movie playing in the background， my brother in a chair next to me， I felt safe and comfortable and maybe that's part of what home is.
But it's not the whole story. As much as I'd like to buy the cliches about home being where the heart is， or as Robert Frost put it， "The place where when you have to go there， they have to take you in，" a part of me thinks the truth is somewhere between the loftiness of all those platitudes and the concreteness of that wooden door on 26th street.
I'll probably be casing that joint from time to time for the rest of my life. I'll sit outside， like a child watching someone take away a favorite toy， and silently scream， "MINE!"
3分钟英语美文朗诵篇三Is Packing Important To You?
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom， and knowing his father could well afford it， he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached， the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally， on the morning of his graduation， his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son， and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious， but somewhat disappointed， the young man opened the box and found a lovely， leather-bound Bible， with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily， he raised his voice to his father and said， "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house， leaving the Bible.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family， but realizing his father was very old， he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements， he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away， and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house， sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible， just as he had left it years ago. With tears， he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading， a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name， the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation， and the words… "PAID IN FULL".
How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.
>>>下一页更多“英文美文美段朗诵推荐” 英文美文美段朗诵推荐篇四You must control and direct your emotions not abolish them. Besides, abolition would be antimissile task. Emotions are like a river. Their power can be dammed up and released under control and direction, but is cannot be held forever in check. Sooner or later the dam will burst, unleashing catastrophic destruction.
你必须控制并导引你的情绪而非摧毁它，况且摧毁情绪是一件不可能的事情。情绪就像河流一样，你可以筑一道堤 防把它挡起来，并在控制和导引之下排放它，但却不能永远抑制它，否则那道堤防迟早会崩溃，并造成大灾难。
Your negative emotions can also be controlled and directed. PMA and self-discipline can remove their harmful effects and make them serve constructive purposes. Sometimes fear and anger will inspire intense action. But you must always submit your negative emotions--and you positive ones--to the examination of your reason before releasing them. Emotion without reason is a dreadful enemy.
你的消极心态同样也可被控制和导引，积极心态和自律 可去除其中有害的部分，而使这些消极心态能为目标贡献力 量。有的时候恐惧和生气会激发出更彻底的行动，但是在你释放消极情绪(以及积极情绪)之前务必要让你的理性为它们做一番检验，缺乏理性的情绪必然是一位可怕的敌人。
What faculty provides the crucial balance between emotions and reason? It is your willpower, or ego, a subject which will be explored in more detail below. Self-discipline will teach you to throw your willpower behind either reason or emotion and amplify the intensity of their expression.
是什么力量使得情绪和理性之间能够达到平衡呢?是意志力或自尊心(我将在以下做更详细的说明)。自律会教导你的意志力作为理性和情绪的后盾，并强化二者的表现强度。
Both your heart and your mind need a master, and they can find the master in your ego. However, your ego will fill their role only if you use self-discipline. In the absence of self-discipline, your mind and heart will fight their battles as they please. In this situation the person within whose mind the fight is carried out often gets badly hurt.
你的感情和理智都需要一位主宰，而在你的自尊心里就可发现这个主宰，然而只有你在发挥你的自律精神时，自尊心才会扮演好这个角色，如果没有了自律，你的理智和感情便会随心所欲地进行战争，战争结果当然是你会受到严重的伤害。
英文美文美段朗诵推荐篇五The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more but enjoy less.
我们这个时代在历史上的说法就是我们拥有更高的建筑，但是有更暴的脾气;我们拥有更宽阔的高速公路，却有更狭隘的观点;我们花费得更多，拥有得却更少;我们购买得更多却享受得更少。
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
我们的房子越来越大，家庭却越来越小;便利越来越多，时间却越来越少;学位越来越多，感觉却越来越少;知识越来越多，观点却越来越少;专家越来越多，问题也越来越多;药物越来越多，健康却越来越少。
We drink too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
我们喝得太多，花钱大手大脚，笑得太少，开车太快，易怒，熬夜，赖床，书读得越来越少，电视看得越来越多，却很少向上帝祈祷。
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to years.
我们常常夸夸其谈，却很少付出爱心，且常常心中充满了仇恨。我们学会了如何谋生，而不知如何生活。我们延长了生命的期限，而不是生活的期限。
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space; we’ve done larger things, but not better things.
我们登上了月球，并成功返回，却不能穿过街道去拜访新邻居。我们已经征服了太空，却征服不了自己的内心;我们的事业越做越大，但质量却没有提高。
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less.
我们清洁了空气，却污染了灵魂;我们分离了原子，却无法驱除我们的偏见;我们写得更多，学到的却更少;我们的计划更多，完成的却更少。
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but, lower morals.
我们学会了奔跑，却忘记了如何等待;我们的收入越来越高，道德水平却越来越低。
We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
我们制造了更多的计算机来存储更多的信息，制造了最多的副本，却减少了交流;我们开始渴望数量，但忽视了质量。
These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but more broken homes.
这个时代有双收入，但也有了更高的离婚率;有更华丽的房屋，却有更多破碎的家庭。
These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. Where are we heading...?
这个时代有了快速旅游，免洗尿布，却抛弃了道德、一夜情、超重的身体，以及可以从快乐中走向静止和自杀的药物。我们将走向何方……?
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
如果我们明天就死掉，我们为之工作的公司可能会在一天内很轻易地找人代替我们的位置。但是当我们离开家人后，他们的余生将会在失落中度过。
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family an unwise investment indeed.
考虑一下吧，我们将自己的时间更多地投入到工作中，而放弃与家人在一起的时光，实在并非明智之举。
So what is the morale of the story?
那么这则故事的主旨是什么呢?
Don’t work too hard... and you know what’s the full word of family?
不要工作得太辛苦，你知道家的全称吗?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU.
家=爸爸妈妈，我爱你们。
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