小学生英语散文3篇

　　小学生英语散文： 如果 有来生

　　Living life over 如果有来生 我会抓住每一秒

　　如果有来生，我会少说，多听;我会请朋友来家里吃饭，即使把地毯弄脏;如果有来生，我会点燃那支雕成玫瑰状的蜡烛，不让它在尘封中融化;我会与孩子们坐在草地上，不去担心草地上的污渍……如果有来生，我会说更多的“我爱你”……“对不起”……然而，最重要的是，如果有来生，我会抓住每一秒……看人生，读人生……体验人生……再也不放手。

　　If I had my life to live over...I would have talked less and listened more.

　　I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was strained and the sofa faded.

　　I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

　　I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

　　I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

　　I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

　　I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.

　　I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding patter if I were not there for the day.

　　I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, would not show soil or was guaranteed to last a life time.

　　There would have been more "I love yous" ... more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shots at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it...live it...and never give it back.

　　小学生英语散文：活出个性

　　An ldentity of One's own

　　In the eternal universe, every human being has a one-off chance to live-his existence is unique and irretrievable, for the mold with which he was made, as Rousseau said, was broken by God immediately after-wards.

　　Fame, wealth and knowledge are merely worldly possessions that are within the reach of anybody striving for them. But your experience of and feelings about life are your own and not to be shared. No one can live your life over again after your death. A full awareness of this will point out to you that the most important thing in your existence is your distinctive individuality or something special of yours. What really counts is not your worldly success but your peculiar insightsintosthe meaning of life and your commitment to it, which add luster to your personality.

　　It is not easy to be what one really is. There is many a person in the world who can be identified as anything-either his job, his status or his social role-that shows no trace about his individuality. It does do him justice to say that he has no identity of his own, if he doesn't know his own mind and all his things are either arranged by others or done on others suggestions; if his life, always occupied by external things, is completely void of an inner world. You won t be able to find anything whatever, from head to heart, that truly belongs to him. He is, indeed, no more than a shadow cast by somebody else or a ma-chine capable of doing business.

　　活出个性

　　在茫茫宇宙间,每个人只有一次生存的机会,那是一个独一无二、不可重复的存在。正像卢梭所说的,上帝把你造出来后,就把那个属于你的特定的模子打碎了。

　　名声、财富、知识只是身外之物,人人都可求而得之,但没有人能够代替你感受人生。你死之后,没有人能够代替你再活一次。如果你真正意识到了这一点,你就会明白:活在世上，最重要的事就是活出你自己的特色和滋味来。你的人生是否有意义,衡量的标准不是外在的成功,而是你对人生意义的独特领悟和坚守,从而使你的自我闪放出个性的光华。

　　真正活出自己的个性不是一件容易的事。世上有许多人,你说他是什么都行,例如是一种职业,一种身份,一个角色,但惟独不是他自己。如果一个人总是按别人的意见生活,没自己的独立思考,总是为外在的事务忙碌,没有自己的内心生活,那么,说他不是他自己就一点儿也没有冤枉他。因为确确实实,从他的头脑到他的心灵,已经找不到丝毫真正属于他自己的东西了,他只是别人的一个影子或是一架干活的机器罢了。

　　小学生英语散文：生命的过客

　　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.

　　当他告诉我他要离开的时候，我感觉自己就像花瓶裂成了碎片，跌落在茶色瓷砖地板上。他一直在说话，解释着为什么要离开，说什么这是最好的，我可以做得更好，都是他的错，与我无关。虽然这些话我已经听上好几千遍了，可每次听完都让我很受伤，或许在这样巨大的打击面前没有人能做到无动于衷。

　　他走了，我尝试着继续过自己的生活。我烧开水，拿出红色杯子，看着咖啡粉末一点点地落入骨灰瓷的杯子里。这正是我自己的鲜活写照，不断地往下掉咖啡粉末，却从来没有真正地泡成一杯咖啡。

　　水开了，水壶发出警报声，我假装没有听见。迈克的离去也是一样，突如其来，并且无可挽回。要知道，我宁愿忍受分与不分的煎熬，也不愿意以这样的方式被宣判“死刑”。想着想着我就哑然失笑，自己竟然为一杯咖啡有如此多的人生感怀，我自己一定是老了。

　　可是镜子里回瞪着我的那个女孩还是那么年轻啊!明目皓齿，充满了前途与希望，光明的未来在向她招手。没关系的，反正我也从来没有爱过迈克。何况，生命中还有比爱更重要的东西在等待着我，我对自己坚持说。我将咖啡罐的盖子盖好，也将所有关于迈克的记忆尘封起来。

　　那天晚上，出乎意料的是，他并没有入到我的梦中。在梦里，我飞过田野和森林，俯瞰着大地。突然间，我掉了下来……醒来后才发现原来自己被猎人打中了，但是令我坠落的不是他的子弹，而是他的灵魂。我后来才渐渐明白，原来迈克就是那个使我坠落的猎人，而我是那只渴望飞翔的小鸟。到了第二天晚上，我仍然做了类似的梦，但是猎人不见了，我一直在自由地飞翔，直到遇上另外一只小鸟和我比翼双飞。我开始意识到，总有那么一只鸟，那么一个人在前面等我，这个人可能是我的爱人，可能只是朋友，但一定是知我懂我的人，这令我感觉如释重负。我想起曾经觉得自己像花瓶一样裂开了，才意识到原来自己已经把自己修理好了。迈克只是我生命过程中的小小过客，他仅仅了解我的表面，他仅仅是我生命中的小小一部分。