以下是小编整理的英语六级晨读美文欣赏，本文共5篇，欢迎阅读与收藏。
篇1：英语六级晨读美文欣赏
The pine, placed nearly always among scenes disordered and desolate, bring into them all possible elements of order and precision. Lowland trees may lean to this side and that, though it is but a meadow breeze that bends them or a bank of cowlips from which their trunks lean aslope.
But let storm and avalanche do their worst, and let the pine find only a ledge of vertical precipice to cling to, it will nevertheless grow straight. Thrust a rod from its last shoot down the stem; it shall point to the center of the earth as long as the tree lives.
It may be well also for lowland branches to reach hither and thither for what they need, and to take all kinds of irregular shape and extension. But the pine is trained to need nothing and endure everything. It is resolvedly whole, self-contained, desiring nothing but rightness, content with restricted completion. Tall or short, it will be straight.
篇2：英语六级晨读美文欣赏
Human thought is not a firework, ever shooting off fresh forms and shapes as it burns; it is a tree, growing very slowly—you can watch it long and see no movement —very silently, unnoticed. It was planted in the world many thousand years ago, a tiny, sickly plant.
And men guarded it and tended it, and gave up life and fame to aid its growth. In the hot days of their youth, they came to the gate of the garden and knocked, begging to be let in, and to be counted among the gardeners. And their young companions outside called to them to come back, and play the man with bow and spear, and win sweet smiles from rosy lips, and take their part amid the feast, and dance, not stoop with wrinkled brows, at weaklings' work.
And the passers by mocked them and called shame, and others cried out to stone them. And still they stayed there laboring, that the tree might grow a little, and they died and were forgotten. And the tree grew fair and strong.
The storms of ignorance passed over it, and harmed it not. The fierce fires of superstition soared around it; but men leaped into the flames and beat them back, perishing, and the tree grew. With the sweat of their brow men have nourished its green leaves.
Their tears have moistened the earth about it. With their blood they have watered its roots. The seasons have come and passed, and the tree has grown and flourished. And its branches have spread far and high, and ever fresh shoots are bursting forth, and ever new leaves unfolding to the light. But they are all part of the one tree—the tree that was planted on the first birthday of the human race. The stem that bears them springs from the gnarled old trunk that was green and soft when white-haired Time was a little child; the sap that feeds them is drawn up through the roots.
篇3：英语六级晨读美文欣赏
The early snows fall soft and white and seem to heal the landscape. There are as yet no tracks through the drifts, no muddied slush in the roads. The wind sweeps snow into the scars of our harvest-time haste, smoothing the brow of hill, hiding furrow and cog and trash in the yard.
Snow muffles the shriek of metal and the rasp of motion. It covers our flintier purposes and brings a redeeming silence, as if a curtain has fallen on the strivings of a year, and now we may stop, look inward, and rediscover the amber warmth of family and conversation.
At such times, locked away inside wall and woolen, lulled by the sedatives of wood-smoke and candlelight, we recall the competing claims of nature. We see the branch and bark of trees, rather than the sugar-scented green of their leaves. We look out the window and admire the elegance of ice crystal, the bravely patient tree leaning leafless into the wind, the dramatic shadows of the stooping sun. We look at the structure of things, the geometry of branch and snowflake, family and deed. Even before the first snow, we view the world differently in winter.
We watch the lawn settle into the sleep of frost and the last crumpled leaf quiver on the oak, and feel the change. At night the skies are cold and clear, and stars shine like the dreams of serpents. The hillsides turn brown and gray; the edges of stalk and blade stand out starkly.
Dark clouds settle on the mountain ridges. Storms rumble in like freight trains. Rain rattles the roof and thutters at the window. Then comes the snow, and we once again wonder at how it transforms the familiar objects of our everyday world. When snowflake drifts the road we head indoors and resign ourselves to the quiet crackle of the wood fire. The example of the woodpile and the well-stocked larder tells us that we can achieve what we dream, and winter brings us long, silent nights to dream on.
篇4：星火英语六级晨读美文
We enjoy reading books that belong to us much more than if they are borrowed. A borrowed book is like a guest in the house; it must be treated with punctiliousness, with a certain considerate formality. You must see that it sustains no damage; it must not suffer while under your roof. But your own books belong to you; you treat them with that affectionate intimacy that annihilates formality. Books are for use, not for show; you should own no book that you are afraid to mark up, or afraid to place on the table, wide open and face down. A good reason for marking favorite passages in books is that this practice enables you to remember more easily the significant sayings, to refer to them quickly, and then in later years, it is like visiting a forest where you once blazed a trail. Everyone should begin collecting a private library in youth; the instinct of private property can here be cultivated with every advantage and no evils. The best of mural decorations is books; they are more varied in color and appearance than any wallpaper, they are more attractive in design, and they have the prime advantage of being separate personalities, so that if you sit alone in the room in the firelight, you are surrounded with intimate friends.
The knowledge that they are there in plain view is both stimulating and refreshing. Books are of the people, by the people, for the people. Literature is the immortal part of history; it is the best and most enduring part of personality. Book-friends have this advantage over living friends; you can enjoy the most truly aristocratic society in the world whenever you want it. The great dead are beyond our physical reach, and the great living are usually almost as inaccessible. But in a private library, you can at any moment converse with Socrates or Shakespeare or Carlyle or Dumas or Dickens. And there is no doubt that in these books you see these men at their best. They “laid themselves out,” they did their ultimate best to entertain you, to make a favorable impression. You are necessary to them as an audience is to an actor; only instead of seeing them masked, you look into their innermost heart of heart.
篇5：星火英语六级晨读美文
It is commonly believed that only rich middle-agedbusinessmen suffer from stress. In fact anyone maybecome ill as a result of stress if they experience alot of worry over a long period and their health is notespecially good. Stress can be a friend or an enemy: it can warn you that you are under too muchpressure and should change your way of life.
It can kill you if you don't notice the warning signals. Doctors agree that it is probably the biggest singlecause of illness in the Western world. When we arevery frightened and worried our bodies produce certain chemicals to help us fight what istroubling us.
Unfortunately, these chemicals produce the energy needed to run away fast from an object offear, and in modern life that's often impossible. If we don't use up these chemicals, or if weproduce too many of them, they may actually harm us. The parts of the body that are mostaffected by stress are the stomach, heart,skin, head and back.
Stress can cause car accidents, heart attacks, and alcoholism, and may even drive people tosuicide. Our living and working conditions may put us under stress. Overcrowding in largecities, traffic jams, competition for jobs, worry about the future, any big changes in our lives, may cause stress. Some British doctors have pointed out that one of Britain's worst waves ofinfluenza happened soon after the new coins came into use. Also if you have changed jobs ormoved house in recent months you are more likely to fall ill than if you haven't. And morepeople commit suicide in times of inflation. As with all illnesses, prevention is better thancure. If you find you can't relax, it is a sign of danger. “When you're taking work home, whenyou can't enjoy an evening with friends, when you haven't time for outdoor exercise—that isthe time to stop and ask yourself whether your present life really suits you.” Says one familydoctor. “ Then it's time to join a relaxation class, or take up dancing, painting or gardening.”
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