六级英语美文100篇

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increasing power, continues. Passage 8. Address by Engels On the 14th of March, at a quarter to three in the afternoon,the greatest living thinker ceased to had been left alone for scarcely two minutes,and when we came back we found him in his armchair,peacefully gone to sleep—but immeasurable loss has been sustained both by the militant proletariat of Europe and America,and by historical science, in the death of this gap that has been left by the departure of this mighty spiritwill soon enough make itself as Darwin discovered the law of development of anic nature,so Marx discovered the law of development of human history:the simple fact, hitherto concealed by an overgrowth of ideology,that mankind must first of all eat, drink, have shelter and clothing,before it can pursue politics, science, art, religion, etc.。 that therefore the production of the immediate material means of subsistenceand consequently the degree of economic development attained by a given peopleor during a given epoch form the foundation upon which the state institutions,the legal conceptions, art, and even the ideas on religion,of the people concerned have been evolved, and in the light of which they must, therefore,be explained, instead of vice versa, as had hitherto been the that is not also discovered the special law of motion governing the presentday capitalist mode of productionand the bourgeois society that this mode of production has discovery of surplus value suddenly threw light on the problem,in trying to solve which all previous investigations,of both bourgeois economists and socialist critics, had been groping in the such discoveries would be enough for one the man to whom it is granted to make even one such in every single field which Marx investigated—and he investigated very many fields,none of them superficially—in every field, even in that of mathematics,he made independent 9. Relationship that LastsIf somebody tells you,“ I‟ll love you for ever,” will you believe it?I don‟t think there‟s any reason not are ready to believe such mitment at the moment,whatever change may happen for the belief in an everlasting love, that‟s another you may be asked whether there is such a thing as an everlasting ‟d answer I believe in it, but an everlasting love is not may unswervingly love or be loved by a love will change its position with the passage of will not remain the the course of your growth and as a result of your increased experience,love will bee something different to the beginning you believed a fervent love for a person could last and by, however, “fervent” gave way to “prosaic”.Precisely because of this change it became possible for love to what was meant by an everlasting love would eventually end up in a sort of used to insist on the difference between love and former seemed much more beautiful than the day, however, it turns out there‟s really no need to make such is actually a sort of the same token, the everlasting interdependence is actually an everlasting wish I could believe there was somebody who would love me for ‟s, as we all know, too romantic to be true. Passage 10. Rush Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return。 willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening。 peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom , you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?Where could he hide them?If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?I don‟t know how many days I have been given to spend,but I do feel my hands are getting stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my that have gone have gone for good, those to e keep ing。 yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush?When I get up in the morning,the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively。 and I am caught, blankly, in his — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as reflect in can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back,but he keeps flowing past my withholding the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has bury my face in my hands and heave a the new day begins to flash past in the can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape?Nothing but to hesitate, to have I been doing in that eightthousandday rush, apart from hesitating?Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,or evaporated as mist by the morning traces have I left behind me?Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?I have e to the world, stark naked。 am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness?It is not fair though:why should I have made such a trip for nothing!You the wise, tell me,why should our days leave us, never to return? Passage 100 My Perfect House My house is great good fortune I have found a housekeeper no less to my mind,a lowvoiced, lightfooted woman of discreet age, strong and deft enough to render me all the service I require,and not afraid of rises very my breakfasttime there remains little to be done under the roof save dressing of rarely do I hear even a clink of crockery。 never the closing of a door or , blessed silence!My house is large enough to allow the grace of order in domestic circumstance。 just that superfluity of in。