初中英語經典文章

　　隨著全球化與多元文化的發展，英語正躋身為一種國際語言被廣泛使用。下面就是小編給大家整理的，希望大家喜歡。

　　：Be comfortable with who you are

　　I cherish being around people who are totally comfortable with who they are. There always seems to be an aura of love and acceptance that follows these folks around.

　　I think it's because they've figured out one of the biggest secrets to life: The possibility of being loved and accepted grows exponentially when we can truly say we couldn't be more comfortable with ourselves.

　　People like being around those who are comfortable with themselves because they're less threatening. We all feel the need to protect ourselves from threats aimed at our insecurities.

　　Insecurities are like open wounds, and it hurts when people poke at them.

　　It can be exhausting to hang around folks who constantly poke at us just to gain some kind of external validation through making everyone else feel smaller.

　　My favorite thing about people who are comfortable with themselves is they need no external validation.

　　They have discovered their worth is intrinsic and, by nature, something that cannot be taken away or added to based on what other people think.

　　Ironically enough, this ends up providing comfortable people with more external validation than those who feel they need it most.

　　Because comfortable people's worth comes from within, they see no point in tearing others down. To them, the only sensible way to speak about another is positively.

　　I guess when you realize your worth comes from within, you might as well build others up rather than tear them down, since their size is of no threat to your sense of self-worth.

　　Plus, it's a lot more fun to speak love to others and watch their eyes glow than it is to hurt someone's feelings for a cheap laugh, anyway.

　　When we become comfortable with ourselves through fully accepting who we are, we can silence the noise our insecurities make in public situations and become more attuned to the wonderful reality that unfolds before us.

　　The result is a world with fewer insecurities. To me, that sounds like a better world.

　　：Life's smallest simplest pleasures

　　They say the best things in life are free.

　　A Reddit user asked people from around the world what life's most simple pleasures were, one of which was getting in your own bed after a long journey.

　　Unsurprisingly, many pleasures that came out top on the list were ones that resulted in a sense of physical relief after solving annoyances or irritations.

　　These included extracting a popcorn kernel lodged in the teeth, back and head scratches, and also the satisfying first sip of a drink when thirsty.

　　Reddit users also agreed that freshly baked bread was another simple pleasure in life that made them happy.

　　A shower with good water pressure was another comfortable life pleasure that Reddit users praised.

　　1. Falling asleep while it's raining outside

　　2. Back or head scratches

　　3. A shower with good water pressure

　　4. Lying in your own bed after a long journey

　　5. Fresh baked bread

　　6. The first sip of a drink when you're thirsty

　　7. Getting goosebumps from a song

　　8. Causing someone to laugh that you admire or look up to

　　9. Starting a task and finishing it

　　10. Waking up for work, only to realise it's Saturday

　　：The Day I Finally Cried

　　I didn't cry when I learned I was the parent of a mentally handicapped child. I just sat still and didn't say anything while my husband and I were informed that two-year-old Kristi was - as we suspected - retarded.

　　"Go ahead and cry," the doctor advised kindly. "Helps prevent serious emotional difficulties."

　　Serious difficulties notwithstanding, I couldn't cry then nor during the months that followed.

　　When Kristi was old enough to attend school, we enrolled her in our neighborhood school's kindergarten at age seven.

　　It would have been comforting to cry the day I left her in that room full of self-assured, eager, alert five-year-olds.Kristi had spent hour upon hour playing by herself, but this moment, when she was the "different" child among twenty, was probably the loneliest she had ever known.

　　However, positive things began to happen to Kristi in her school, and to her schoolmates, too. When boasting of their own accomplishments, Kristi's classmates always took pains to praise her as well: "Kristi got all her spelling words right today." No one bothered to add that her spelling list was easier than anyone else's.

　　During Kristi's second year in school, she faced a very traumatic experience. The big public event of the term was a competition based on a culmination of the year's music and physical education activities. Kristi was way behind in both music and motor coordination. My husband and I dreaded the day as well.

　　On the day of the program, Kristi pretended to be sick. Desperately I wanted to keep her home. Why let Kristi fail in a gymnasium filled with parents, students and teachers? What a simple solution it would be just to let my child stay home. Surely missing one program couldn't matter. But my conscience wouldn't let me off that easily. So I practically shoved a pale, reluctant Kristi onto the school bus and proceeded to be sick myself.

　　Just as I had forced my daughter to go to school, now I forced myself to go to the program. It seemed that it would never be time for Kristi's group to perform. When at last they did, I knew why Kristi had been worried. Her class was divided into relay teams. With her limp and slow, clumsy reactions, she would surely hold up her team.

　　The performance went surprisingly well, though, until it was time for the gunnysack race. Now each child had to climb into a sack from a standing position, hop to a goal line, return and climb out of the sack.

　　I watched Kristi standing near the end of her line of players, looking frantic.

　　But as Kristi's turn to participate neared, a change took place in her team. The tallest boy in the line stepped behind Kristi and placed his hands on her waist. Two other boys stood a little ahead of her. The moment the player in front of Kristi stepped from the sack, those two boys grabbed the sack and held it open while the tall boy lifted Kristi and dropped her neatly into it. A girl in front of Kristi took her hand and supported her briefly until Kristi gained her balance. Then off she hopped, smiling and proud.

　　Amid the cheers of teachers, schoolmates and parents, I crept off by myself to thank God for the warm, understanding people in life who make it possible for my disabled daughter to be like her fellow human beings.

　　Then I finally cried.