英语优美文段摘抄大全

　　清晨，你浴着晨曦，数着步履走入林间，采下了这个季节的第一片新绿。把它珍爱地放入心里，希望这叶片所掩盖的小、小空间，能够成为你心灵的休憩之地……

　　早春的那段岁月，溶进了年少的心的所有秘密。

　　你为一种很纯很美很朦胧的感觉沉迷了好久。直到有一天，你对自己说：朦胧因有飘渺的憧憬而存在，才有了一种距离美，但这种感觉只能藏在心内小心呵护，而不敢让它在阳光下自由跳动……之后，你为自己播了一首歌：……流水它带走光阴的故事，改变了一个人，就在那多愁善感而初次等待的青春……

　　虽泪水溢满眼眶，你还是对着太阳笑了。你说你长大了，懂得了正在成熟的青春需要一个由绿泛红的过程。

　　看着檐边那只似曾相识的燕子，知道现在是秋天了。树叶还没有完全枯败，但那摇曳飘零的身姿更使你感到一种莫名的惆怅——不知该为它庆幸还是悲哀：树木枯了，有来年再绿的时候，但每一次衰败与兴荣对于它的生命来说，莫不是一次艰难的.蜕变，它的一生不知要经历多少次这样的苦难。

　　所以，你说：人或许真是幸运的。因为，生与死于人，永远都只一次。

　　于人只有一次的生命，你发誓要好好珍惜。

　　那一天晚上，你望着天空，突然感到心悸：自己是不是就象那颗星，孤高中藏着冷寂？这个年龄，这个季节，生命的天空中应该没有银白和黯蓝。因为，鲜红和金黄正在释放热情，它们是永不会被压抑的。

　　悟到这点的时侯，你知道；今晚的梦中再不会出现那只摇摇晃晃的小船。

　　冬雨淅淅，还是决定出去。郊外的那片树林里，你看到了那些在自然界中自生自灭的乔木和灌木。在冷风冷雨中相互凝视。你猜想它们是在致意，或许悬在倾诉心曲。听不懂它们的言语，却明了它们之间必存在一种属于它们的默契。

　　原来，有些最美好的情感竟然是孕育在最黯淡的日子里。于是，怀着一丝颖悟，你踏上回家的路。

　　星星睡了的时候，你坐在灯下，翻着厚厚的日历，瑟瑟作响，酌每一张纸片上，都与满了你梦中的呓语和不经意时的寻觅。抚着这些远逝了的日子，你问自己：是否收藏了太多的过去，和那些关于过去的记忆……

　　一个无风无雨的天气，你又走到那片树林，在一株矮小的灌木旁站定，挖了一个小坑，把那些整理好了的日历放了进去。掩上后，你仰着头往回走，天空一片洁净，什么也没有，如同你此刻的心。

　　In the morning, you bath in the dawn, the number of walking into the forest, the first green mining under this season. Put it in your heart, and hope that the small, small space that this leaf covers can be a place for your mind.

　　The years of early spring dissolved into all the secrets of the young heart.

　　You have been addicted to a very beautiful, very hazy feeling for a long time. Until one day, you say to yourself: hazy because of the existence of vague vision, there is a distance beauty, but this feeling can only be hidden in the heart, careful care, and dare not let it beat in the sun. After that, you sown a song for yourself:... Water it takes away the time of the story, changed a person, in the sentimental and first waiting of youth...

　　Although the tears in my eyes, you still smile to the sun. You say you grow up, knowing that youthful youth needs a process that is red by green.

　　Looking at the familiar swallow at the edge of the eaves, it's autumn now. The leaves have not completely withered, but the swaying posture is more like to make you feel a sense of sadness, I wonder if this is it glad or sad: the tree has withered, when next year green, but each time the decline and Xingrong for its life, not a difficult transition, it the life experience I do not know how much time such misery.

　　So, you say, people may be lucky. For life and death are always only once.

　　There is only one life in a person, and you swear to cherish it.

　　That night, you look at the sky, suddenly feel palpitations: he is not like that of a star, hidden in the cold turkey? In this age, this season, no white and dark blue should be life in the sky. Because bright red and golden are releasing enthusiasm, they are never repressed.

　　When you know this, you know that there will never be a wobbly boat in tonight's dream.

　　The winter rain Xixi, decided to go out. The woods in the suburbs, you can see the trees and shrubs that emerge of itself and perish of itself in nature. Gazing at each other in cold wind and cold rain. Do you suppose they are greeted, perhaps hanging in the heart. I can't understand their words, but it is clear that there is a kind of tacit agreement between them.

　　It turns out that some of the best feelings are conceived in the darkest days. Then, with a bright, you set foot on the way home.

　　When the stars are asleep, you sit under the lights, turn a thick calendar, rustling, with every piece of paper, and you are full of dreams and whispers of casual search. These past days was stroking, you ask yourself: is a collection of too much in the past, and the memory of the past......

　　A wind without rain weather, you went to the woods, in a dwarf shrub site, dug a small hole, the tidy calendar inside. After the cover, you go back on your head, the sky is clean, nothing, like your heart at the moment.