求适合高中学生朗读的英文诗 求适合高中生朗诵的英文诗歌，高二学生，参加学校英文诗歌朗诵比...
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Shakespear
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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\u4e5f\u53ef\u4ee5\u6717\u8bfb-\u6731\u81ea\u6e05\u7684\u300a\u5306\u5306\u300bRush by Zhu Ziqing\uff0c\u4e2d\u82f1\u5bf9\u7167\u7684\uff0c\uff08\u4e0a\u9762\u662f\u4e2d\u6587\uff1a\uff09
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Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
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I don't know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
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Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
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What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
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A poor farmer had a friend who was famous for the wonderful apple he grew. One day, his friend gave the farmer a young apple tree and told him to take it home and plant it. The farmer was pleased with the gift, but when he got home he did not know where to plant it. He was afraid that if he planted the tree near the road, strangers would steal the fruit. If he planted the tree in one of his field, his neighbors would come at night and steal some of the apples. If he planted the tree near his house, his children would take the fruit. Finally he planted the tree in his wood where no one could see it. But without sunlight and good soil, the tree soon died. Later the friend asked the farmer why he had planted the tree in such a poor place."What's the difference?" the farmer said angrily. "If I had planted the tree near the road, strangers would have stolen the fruit. If I had planted the tree in one of my field, my neighbors would have come at night and stolen some of the apples. If I had planted it near my house, my own children would have taken the fruit." "Yes," said the friend, "but at least someone could have enjoyed the fruit. Now you not only have robbed everyone of the fruit, but also you have destroyed a good apple tree!" \u4e00\u4e2a\u7a77\u56f0\u7684\u519c\u592b\u6709\u4e00\u4e2a\u670b\u53cb\uff0c\u8fd9\u4e2a\u670b\u53cb\u56e0\u4e3a\u79cd\u4e86\u795e\u5947\u7684\u82f9\u679c\u6811\u800c\u8fdc\u8fd1\u95fb\u540d\u3002 \u6709\u4e00\u5929\uff0c\u519c\u592b\u7684\u8fd9\u4e2a\u670b\u53cb\u9001\u7ed9\u4ed6\u4e00\u68f5\u5c0f\u82f9\u679c\u6811\u3002\u519c\u592b\u5bf9\u8fd9\u4e2a\u793c\u7269\u975e\u5e38\u9ad8\u5174\u3002\u4f46\u5f53\u4ed6\u56de\u5230\u5bb6\u65f6\uff0c\u5374\u4e0d\u77e5\u9053\u5c06\u5b83\u683d\u5728\u4ec0\u4e48\u5730\u65b9\u3002 \u4ed6\u62c5\u5fc3\u4ed6\u628a\u82f9\u679c\u6811\u683d\u5728\u8def\u8fb9\uff0c\u964c\u751f\u4eba\u4f1a\u5077\u6811\u4e0a\u7684\u82f9\u679c\uff0c\u4ed6\u628a\u6811\u79cd\u5728\u81ea\u5df1\u7684\u4e00\u5757\u5730\u91cc\uff0c\u90bb\u5c45\u4eec\u591c\u91cc\u5c31\u4f1a\u8fc7\u6765\u5077\u82f9\u679c\u3002\u4ed6\u628a\u6811\u683d\u5728\u81ea\u5df1\u7684\u623f\u5b50\u8fb9\uff0c\u4ed6\u7684\u5b69\u5b50\u4eec\u5c31\u4f1a\u6458\u82f9\u679c\u3002 \u6700\u540e\uff0c\u4ed6\u628a\u90a3\u68f5\u6811\u683d\u5728\u4e86\u6797\u5b50\u91cc\uff0c\u90a3\u91cc\u6ca1\u4eba\u80fd\u770b\u89c1\u3002\u4f46\u6ca1\u6709\u9633\u5149\u548c\u6ce5\u571f\uff0c\u6811\u4e0d\u4e45\u5c31\u6b7b\u4e86\u3002 \u540e\u6765\uff0c\u670b\u53cb\u95ee\u519c\u592b\u4ed6\u4e3a\u4ec0\u4e48\u628a\u6811\u683d\u5728\u90a3\u6837\u8d2b\u7620\u7684\u5730\u65b9\u3002 \u201c\u90a3\u6709\u4ec0\u4e48\u4e0d\u4e00\u6837\uff1f\u201d\u519c\u592b\u751f\u6c14\u5730\u8bf4\uff0c \u201c\u6211\u628a\u82f9\u679c\u6811\u683d\u5728\u8def\u8fb9\uff0c\u964c\u751f\u4eba\u5c31\u4f1a\u5077\u6811\u4e0a\u7684\u82f9\u679c\uff0c\u6211\u628a\u6811\u683d\u5728\u81ea\u5df1\u7684\u4e00\u5757\u5730\u91cc\uff0c\u90bb\u5c45\u4eec\u591c\u91cc\u5c31\u4f1a\u6765\u5077\u82f9\u679c\u3002\u6211\u628a\u6811\u683d\u5728\u81ea\u5df1\u7684\u623f\u8fb9\uff0c\u6211\u81ea\u5df1\u7684\u5b69\u5b50\u4eec\u5c31\u4f1a\u6458\u82f9\u679c\u3002\u201d \u662f\u7684\uff0c\u201d\u4ed6\u7684\u670b\u53cb\u8bf4. \u201c\u4f46\u81f3\u5c11\u53ef\u80fd\u6709\u4eba\u6765\u5206\u4eab\u8fd9\u4e9b\u679c\u5b9e\u3002\u73b0\u5728\u4f60\u4e0d\u4ec5\u5265\u593a\u4e86\u6bcf\u4e2a\u4eba\u7684\u679c\u5b9e\uff0c\u4e5f\u6bc1\u4e86\u4e00\u68f5\u597d\u82f9\u679c
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Lake of Autumn
I remember quite clearly now when the story happened. The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shire. That time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were. But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell me. On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely conscious. You said:" our story is ending."
The rain was killing the last days of summer, you had been killing my last breath of love, since a long time ago. I still don't think I'm gonna make it through another love story. You took it all away from me. And there I stand, I knew I was going to be the one left behind. But still I'm watching the lake, vaguely conscious, and I know my life is ending.
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These Things Shall Never Die \u8fd9\u4e9b\u7f8e\u597d\u4e0d\u4f1a\u6d88\u901d
By --Charles Dickens/\u67e5\u5c14\u65af.\u72c4\u66f4\u65af
The pure.the bright,the beautiful, \u4e00\u5207\u7eaf\u6d01\u7684,\u8f89\u714c\u7684,\u7f8e\u4e3d\u7684,
That stirred our hearts in youth, \u5f3a\u70c8\u5730\u9707\u64bc\u7740\u6211\u4eec\u5e74\u8f7b\u7684\u5fc3\u7075\u7684,
The impulses to wordless prayer, \u63a8\u52a8\u7740\u6211\u4eec\u505a\u65e0\u8a00\u7684\u7977\u544a\u7684,
The dreams of love and truth; \u8ba9\u6211\u4eec\u68a6\u60f3\u7740\u7231\u4e0e\u771f\u7406\u7684;
The longing after something's lost, \u5728\u5931\u53bb\u540e\u4e3a\u4e4b\u611f\u5230\u73cd\u60dc\u7684,
The spirit's yearning cry, \u4f7f\u7075\u9b42\u6df1\u5207\u5730\u547c\u558a\u7740\u7684,
The striving after better hopes- \u4e3a\u4e86\u66f4\u7f8e\u597d\u7684\u68a6\u60f3\u800c\u594b\u6597\u7740\u7684-
These things can never die. \u8fd9\u4e9b\u7f8e\u597d\u4e0d\u4f1a\u6d88\u901d\u3002
The timid hand stretched forth to aid \u7f9e\u602f\u5730\u4f38\u51fa\u63f4\u52a9\u7684\u624b\uff0c
A brother in his need, \u5728\u4f60\u7684\u5f1f\u5144\u9700\u8981\u7684\u65f6\u5019\uff0c
A kindly word in grief's dark hour \u4f24\u6078\u3001\u56f0\u96be\u7684\u65f6\u5019\uff0c\u4e00\u53e5\u4eb2\u5207\u7684\u8bdd
That proves a friend indeed ; \u5c31\u8db3\u4ee5\u8bc1\u660e\u670b\u53cb\u7684\u771f\u5fc3\uff1b
The plea for mercy softly breathed, \u8f7b\u58f0\u5730\u4e5e\u6c42\u601c\u60af\uff0c
When justice threatens nigh, \u5728\u5ba1\u5224\u4e34\u8fd1\u7684\u65f6\u5019\uff0c
The sorrow of a contrite heart- \u61ca\u6094\u7684\u5fc3\u6709\u4e00\u79cd\u4f24\u611f--
These things shall never die. \u8fd9\u4e9b\u7f8e\u597d\u4e0d\u4f1a\u6d88\u901d\u3002
Let nothing pass for every hand \u5728\u4eba\u95f4\u4f20\u9012\u6e29\u60c5
Must find some work to do ; \u5c3d\u4f60\u6240\u80fd\u5730\u53bb\u505a\uff1b
Lose not a chance to waken love- \u522b\u9519\u5931\u53bb\u4e86\u5524\u9192\u7231\u7684\u826f\u673a-----
Be firm,and just ,and true; \u4e3a\u4eba\u8981\u575a\u5b9a\uff0c\u6b63\u76f4\uff0c\u5fe0\u8bda\uff1b
So shall a light that cannot fade \u56e0\u6b64\u4e0a\u65b9\u7167\u8000\u7740\u4f60\u7684\u90a3\u9053\u5149\u8292
Beam on thee from on high. \u5c31\u4e0d\u4f1a\u6d88\u5931\u3002
And angel voices say to thee---\u4f60\u5c06\u542c\u5230\u5929\u4f7f\u7684\u58f0\u97f3\u5728\u8bf4-----
These things shall never die. \u8fd9\u4e9b\u7f8e\u597d\u4e0d\u4f1a\u6d88\u901d\u3002
泰戈尔
1
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sign.
2
世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
3
世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
4
是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
5
无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
6
如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
7
跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟
瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
8
她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
9
有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
10
忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.
11
有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着
潺（氵爰）的乐声。
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
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