双语美文之你真美丽
【简介】感谢网友“Evelyn”参与投稿，以下是小编帮大家整理的双语美文之你真美丽（共5篇），仅供参考，欢迎大家阅读。
篇1：双语美文之你真美丽
双语美文之你真美丽
1.I wish that I could tell every person that I meet that he or she is a beautiful person--and have them believe it. I wish I could look them in the eyes and tell them of their beauty and have them accept the words for what they truly are--the truth, plain and simple.
我希望能告诉我所遇到的每一个人他/她真美，并且让他们相信这一点。我希望我能够注视着他们的双眸，告诉他们这一点，让他们接受这些与他们相称的话语：真实、简单、质朴。
2.You and I both know that most people will deny their beauty, expressing what they feel is modesty or humility. It's easier for us to be told that we're talented or intelligent--our own beauty is something that we don't want to face.
你我都知道，人们大都否认自己的美丽，说着自己觉得低调或谦卑的话语。我们易于接受别人说我们聪明或富有才智，而自身的美丽却是我们所不愿面对的。
3.You could help me to convince people of their innate beauty. You could agree with me in an effort to reinforce the message. You could give a few specifics to illustrate just what we're talking about when we say the person is beautiful. You could reassure the person that I'm not saying it to flatter or to try to win the person over or get something out of the person, but just trying to express in words the beauty I see when I look into that person's eyes and see the human being there, the person who gets happy and hurt and who laughs and who cries.
你可以帮助我让人们相信其天生的丽质。在我努力强调他们的`美丽时，你可以赞同我的观点。我们说一个人美丽时，你可以详细地描述我们谈论的内容。你可以让他 相信，我这样说不是为了阿谀奉承，不是为了拉拢人心，也不是为了有所索求，而只是在我凝视此人的双眸，看到此人时，看到这个充满了快乐与伤痛，有时快乐有 时泪流的人时，努力用语言表达我所看到的美丽。
4.You can help me by reminding the person that beauty isn't about comparing ourselves with others, but about the part of us that shines when we love others and love life. It's not all physical and it's not all spiritual, but a tender combination of all that we are.
你可以帮助我提醒这个人，美丽不是拿我们自己同他人相比，而是在爱别人、爱生活时我们身上闪光的部分。它并非全部来自身体，也非全部来自精神，它温柔地融合着我们所拥有的全部。
篇2：双语美文之发现
双语美文之发现
The word “discovery” literally means, uncovering something that's hidden from view. But what really happens is a change in the viewer. The familiar offers comfort few can resist, and fewer still want to disturb. But as relatively recent inventions such as the telescope and microscope have taught us, the unknown has many layers. Every truth has geological strata, and you can't have an orthodoxy without a heresy.
“发现”一词，字面上是指揭开某种视线以外的隐藏的事物。不过其实是观察者自身发生了变化。很少人能抗拒熟悉事物带来的舒适，愿意扰乱这种舒适的人更少。 然而，正如望远镜、显微镜这些较为近期的发明所揭示给我们的.，未知事物具有多种层次。每个事实都有地质层次，没有异端也就无所谓正统。
The moment a newborn opens its eyes, discovery begins. I learned this with a laugh one morning after delivering a calf. When it lifted up its fluffy head and looked at me, its eyes held the absolute bewilderment of the newly born. A moment before it had the even black nowhere of the womb, and suddenly its world was full of colour, movement and noise. I've never seen anything so shocked to be alive.
新生儿睁开双眼的那一刻起，发现也就开始了。我是在一天清晨给一头小牛犊接生的时候突然意识到这一点的，不禁大笑。小牛仰起毛茸茸的脑袋看着我，目光中透 出这个新生生命对世界的一无所知。片刻之前，它还呆在母体里某个黑暗而平静的地方，突然，它的世界变得五光十色，变得活泼而喧闹。我从未见过任何东西在获 得生命时是如此的惊异。
篇3：美丽人生双语美文
There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart.
It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor of words, the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. The hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a feverish one. In some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one's truth and its attainment more important than life itself. In other lives, though, the search for what is truthful gives life.
I used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies and about the writer's thoughts on the daily scriptural readings. The person who penned the notes would add reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and loved. The notes fascinated me. Here was someone immersed in a search for truth and beauty. Words had been treasured, words that were beautiful. And I felt as if the words somehow delighted in being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as yet anonymous writer of the notes. And now this person was in turn learning the secret of sharing them. Beauty so shines when given away. The only truth that exists is, in that sense, free.
It was a long time before I met the author of the notes.
One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was “the woman who said she left all the notes.” When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face.
We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.
As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.
We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.
I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply.
Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.
How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care-maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they befriended her, and showed her what is real.
篇4：黄昏之美双语美文
关于黄昏之美双语美文
Dusk 黄昏之美
Looking into the sunset I can't help but notice
that despite her beauty,
a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky .
Deep inside you realize that this day is gone,
and everything that It had brought is lost forever.
Every thought,every action,every dream,every hope,
every sight,every sound is gone.
There is no chance of every being returned the same,
exactly the same.
For every moment has a limit to what it can capture,
Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve.凝望夕阳，我无法抑止地看到，
无论她是如何的美丽动人，
挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕，
内心深处，你明白今日已逝，
它所带来的一切也永远消失了，
每一脉思想，每一次行动，每一个梦想，每一线希望，
每一幅景象，每一缕声音，都消逝而去，
一切都不可能还复如初，
和原来一模一样，
只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的，
甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的。
And the colours in the sky try to entertain us.
one last act with painted smiles,
for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day.
So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night.
our horror as we try to find our way,
like children who wander into a forest and never return.
I am ingratiated by the sunset because of
her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness
back for just a moment more.
But like so many times before....to no avail!而天空中的绮丽色彩努力让我们快乐起来，
最后上演的是五彩缤纷的'微笑，
因为它们也知晓，做什么都无法留住时日，
它们想安慰我们对夜的恐惧，而又如此徒劳无益，
虽然恐惧，我们依然寻找出路，
宛若在林中的孩心，彷徨不知归路，
我满心欢喜，只因夕阳的敏感，
她竭力将黑暗推回，仅仅为了再多驻留一刻，
可却犹如以往，一切都无济于事....
篇5：双语美文-瞬间之美
双语美文-瞬间之美
My morning routine varies little from day to day. I walk the dog, eat breakfast at the kitchen counter with Katie and Matt, then settle in for a day at the computer. And because I work mostly from home, I have learned that little forays into the outside world are imperative for psychological well-being. So before I begin attempting to put sentences together, I stroll over to a quirky little coffee shop in my neighborhood, chat with the folks behind the counter, and get a large coffee to go. No sugar. No cream.
每天早上，我都要做这样几件事：遛一阵小狗，坐在厨房餐桌前陪妻子卡蒂和儿子马特吃早餐，然后对着电脑,一头扎进写作天地中。天天如是，无甚变化。由于主要在家里工作，我很明白时不时到外边的世界“闯荡”一下对自己保持良好的心态有多么重要。因此，在推敲词句着笔成文之前,我会散步去附近一间风格奇特的小咖啡店，和店里的伙计们聊聊天，然后带回一大杯咖啡——不加糖、不加奶的那一种。
The coffee shop is on the other side of the historic Chesapeake & Ohio Canal from my house. In season, a mule-drawn barge is docked there, and tourists line up to take a slow boat, if not to [en]China, at least into the 19th century. The men who work the boat wear what canal workers might have worn back then-broad-brimmed straw hats and suspenders that pull their scratchy-looking pants high above their boots.
离我家不远的地方就是历史悠久的切萨皮克—俄亥俄运河，那间小咖啡店就座落在运河对岸。每逢旺季,便有一条用骡子拖拽的驳船停靠在河边，游客们会排起长队等着乘坐一艘慢悠悠的小船，即使不像驶往古老的中国，至少也像是要驶回19世纪的昔日时光。船上的工人穿着只有当年运河船工们才有的行头：宽边草帽和吊带裤。那吊带把他们那看起来粗糙的裤子高高吊起,露出他们的靴子。
One warm day last fall, I was on my morning outing when I turned the corner to see one of the men sitting alone on the boat, bathed in early-morning light. He was playing a tiny accordion, the kind such canal men squeezed as they floated down the inland waterways of a westward-expanding America. The sound was both melancholy and sweet. It was as if he were alone in the universe. The scene stopped me in my tracks. What I witnessed could only be described as a perfect moment. Ten seconds at most. But months later I still remember just standing there, watching, listening, taking it all in.
去年秋天里的一天，风和日丽，我还和平常一样一早外出溜达。刚转过街口，我一眼就看见那条船。船上没有别人,只有一个船工静静地坐着，沐浴着晨曦。他正在船上拉着小手风琴。当年的运河船工正是这样，抚琴驾舟，沿着这条古老的内陆河道向美国西部航行。琴声忧郁而甜美，仿佛整个宇宙只有他一人。此情此景，令我情不自禁停了下来。我所看到的这个情景只能用“完美时刻”来描述！不过十秒的时光。可数月后，我仍清楚地记得当时自己就站在那里，注视着,倾听着，把一切都刻印在脑海中。
We all have such moments put before us. Little surprises. Whether we’re wise enough to see them is another thing.
我们都曾经历过类似的时刻。小小的惊喜。不过，我们是否都具有发现这种瞬间之美的智慧，则是另外一回事。
I thought of the accordion man Sunday afternoon while reading the biographies of those killed in the Columbia tragedy. Mission specialist Laurel Clark, talking from the shuttle a few days before it was to land, said she was delighted by the simple unexpected wonders of space. Like a sunset. “There’s a flash; the whole payload bay turns this rosy pink,” she said. “It only lasts about 15 second and then it’s gone. It’s very ethereal and extremely beautiful.” A moment not lost on her.
一个周日的下午,当我阅读有关哥伦比亚号航天飞机事故中丧生的.宇航员的传记时，我的脑海中又浮现出那个船工在演奏手风琴的情景。执行那次飞行任务的女专家劳雷尔克拉克，在哥伦比亚号着陆前的几天，曾从飞船上发回讲话,她说能有幸看见太空中那些意想不到的自然奇观令她非常开心。比如日落。“有一道闪光，整个有效载荷舱被晕染成了玫瑰红，”她说，“这仅仅持续了15秒就消失了。过程神奇非凡且美艳绝伦。”她没有错过这一瞬间。
In The Hour Meryl Streep and Ed Harris recall a moment they shared years before at a beach house on Cape Cod. It was nothing more than him watching her walk out into the early-morning light. But for that moment, everything was right with their world, everything was possible, everything aligned. They agreed it was the happiest they had ever been.
在电影《时时刻刻》里,梅丽尔斯特里普和埃德哈里斯回忆起多年前他们俩在科德角上的那间沙滩小屋里共度的时光。也就是他看着她走出小屋，走进晨曦的一幕。就在那一刻，在他们的两人世界里，一切都正好,一切都变得可能，处处是生机。他们都认为，那是他们一生中最幸福的时刻。
And in last month’s issue of her magazine, Oprah Winfrey confessed to a “moment” she had last summer. It was a walk down a Santa Barbara lane, a hummingbird and the smell of orange blossoms. She said it was one of those rare times she could say she was truly happy.
奥普拉温弗瑞在她上个月出刊的杂志中提到，去年夏天她也有过一次美妙的“时刻”。那一刻她正走在圣巴巴拉市的一条小巷子里，猛然间看见一只蜂鸟，和着一阵扑面而来的橘子花香。她说，这是她一生中难得的几次让她真正感到幸福的时刻之一。
I once had a friend who had an odd habit that never ceased to amuse me, maybe because I never quite knew when she was going to spring it on me. It could be while sitting quietly at the end of a dock on Schroon Lake in the Adirondacks. Or it could come in the middle of a particularly lively dinner with old friends. Out of the blue, she’d say, “Stop! I want to remember this moment.”
我曾有一个朋友，她有个怪习惯，对此我总觉得很好笑，或许是因为我始终没法料到她的怪癖会在什么时候发作。或许在我们静静地坐在阿迪朗达克山下舒伦湖边的码头边上之时，或许在和老朋友那次尤其热闹的聚餐之时。每每在这样的时刻，她会突然说道：“停一下！我要记住这一刻！”
I realize now, after her death, what wise advice that is.
她去世以后，我才明白到,那是多么明智的建议啊。
