抒情英文朗诵稿如何写？( 八 )

We need to know and understand happiness before we finally get it. A smart man must know to do something good even though it may be small, and not to do something wicked even though it may be tiny in the course of socializing. As long as we keep a kind heart and do everything morally and legally, we can live a placid life. But if we keep an evil heart and do whatever we want, we are indeed digging a tomb for ourselves. A smart man knows to learn a lesson from his falls for he knows that every setback is a precious experience leading to happiness in the future. He will not waste his time in critizing others. Instead, he tends to spend more time seeking his own happiness. He knows to keep a heart of conscience and not to spread others’ mistakes. He also knows to think before he leaps so that he will not feel regretful afterwards. Moreover, he knows to tolerate others, so he can naturally lead a happy life.
In order to possess a happy life, we need to know more about others, about the society, about our culture and history. We should be patriotic, abide by the law and realize our own responsibility, then we are doomed to have a happy life.

抒情英文朗诵稿如何写？

steve, a twelve-year-old boy with alcoholic parents, was about to be lost forever, by the u.s. education system. remarkably, he could read, yet, in spite of his reading skills, steve was failing. he had been failing since first grade, as he was passed on from grade to grade. steve was a big boy, looking more like a teenager than a twelve year old, yet, steve went unnoticed... until miss white.
miss white was a smiling, young, beautiful redhead, and steve was in love! for the first time in his young life, he couldn’t take his eyes off his teacher; yet, still he failed. he never did his homework, and he was always in trouble with miss white. his heart would break under her sharp words, and when he was punished for failing to turn in his homework, he felt just miserable! still, he did not study.
in the middle of the first semester of school, the entire seventh grade was tested for basic skills. steve hurried through his tests, and continued to dream of other things, as the day wore on. his heart was not in school, but in the woods, where he often escaped alone, trying to shut out the sights, sounds and smells of his alcoholic home. no one checked on him to see if he was safe. no one knew he was gone, because no one was sober enough to care. oddly, steve never missed a day of school.
one day, miss white’s impatient voice broke into his daydreams.
“steve!!” startled, he turned to look at her.
“pay attention!”
steve locked his gaze on miss white with adolescent adoration, as she began to go over the test results for the seventh grade.
“you all did pretty well,” she told the class, “except for one boy, and it breaks my heart to tell you this, but...” she hesitated, pinning steve to his seat with a sharp stare, her eyes searching his face.
“...the smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class!”