适合三年级小朋友朗诵的美文-供三年级小朋友欣赏的美文【三篇】

【#三年级# 导语】周作人最早从西方引入“美文”的概念，于1921年发表《美文》，提倡“记述的”、“艺术的”叙事抒情散文，“给新文学开辟出一块新土地”。王统照、傅斯年、胡适等曾撰文起而应和，冰心、朱自清、郁达夫、俞平伯、徐志摩和周作人自己等一大批作家富有成效的拓荒，彻底打破了美文不能用白话的迷信。美文作为一种独立文体的地位遂得以在文学确立。以下是®文档大全网整理的相关资料，希望帮助到您。

【篇一】

　　会抒情的人内心是极其柔软的，如风中杨柳，雨中浮萍，带着那么深的柔意。自身的多愁善感注定了对万物所持有的特殊感情。那么深，那么认真。用心去体会每件事物的每一个细节。把心交给自然，让自然写上属于你的诗。

　　曾几何时，幻想着自己身处竹楼，躺在竹椅之上，透过碎花窗帘映衬下的干净的窗，欣赏那边的海洋。曾几何时，幻想着自己化身古人，忘情的奔跑于自然，让身上的长袍随风而起，飘飞欲仙。曾几何时，幻想着自己站立于高山之颠，任风吹起凌乱的头发，看浮云从脚下流逝。用心去构造自己的舞台，这，就是抒情。

　　人世的浮华固主了许多人的梦，拥有诗意般的心境，却失去了梦的翅膀，只能在尘世徘徊。偶尔发呆，试图挽回自己的梦，哪怕只有万分之一的机会。但却总是徒劳无功。佛曰：四大皆空。但我们却总是被生活绊倒，被现实逼退，从而抓不住梦的翅膀，到不了心中的圣地。柔柔的心境是每个人都具备的，每个人都是诗人，在人生旅行中写出属于自己的诗。有时，我们也会感叹自己的杰出，产生自我崇拜。但，再刚强的人也有柔软的一刻，那，是我们最真的时候，抓住那一刻吧，那一刻，为自己而活。那一刻，感觉自己真得是『一个人』。

　　到了新环境，不是每个人都能很快就适应的，所以，我们会在夜晚突然醒来，会在生病时偷偷心酸，会有那一刻的荒野无灯。那一刻，很孤独，很无助，很迷惘，很想，消失。人是社会的人。所以，我们终究不能脱离集体。虽然很难受，可，毕竟只有“那一刻”。过去了，就好了！我们并非没有朋友，最快乐的便是把自己的不快乐写下来，看看朋友们的评论，静静体会那种不存在距离的友谊。我们并非没有家人，打个电话给妈妈吧，即使你是男孩。脆弱的时候，能做的不是自己一个人躺在被窝。学会分享，快乐，或者悲伤。

　　抒发感情的方式很多的，音乐，舒缓的歌，会赐与你一颗平静的心。不善于分享的朋友，试一试这个方法吧。我们没有必要被那一刻的孤独打败，过去了，就好。不是吗。送给自己和朋友，别被『那一刻』打败！

　　

【篇二】

　　When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. 　　My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream （I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said）， and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. 　　Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. 　　Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. 　　There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. 　　I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her". They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy. Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. 　　You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" 　　They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you-that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. 　　I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" 　　Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. 　　And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

【篇三】

　　有人觉得你不够好

　　只是因为他不适合你

　　好不好是一件

　　相对而言的事情

　　每个人身上

　　都一定有优点

　　问题是

　　有谁会发现

　　有谁会欣赏

　　有谁真的需要

　　所以

　　感情说到底

　　就是合适

　　不合适的问题

　　能读懂你的人

　　才会真正的适合你

　　的爱人

　　就是可以包容你

　　欣赏你和懂你的那个

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