2022愛的真諦英語(yǔ)作文

　　每個(gè)人對(duì)愛的理解是不同的，你認(rèn)為什么是愛的真諦呢?以下是小編帶來(lái)的愛的真諦英語(yǔ)作文，希望對(duì)你有幫助。

篇一：

　　Time is running out for my friend. While we are sitting at lunch she casually mentions she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. "We're taking a survey,"she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

　　"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know,"she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays..."

　　But that's not what I mean at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.

　　I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.

　　I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.

　　I want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. That a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. The issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

　　Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. She would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.

　　I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.

　　My friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then, squeezing my friend's hand, I offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.

篇二：

　　Can I see my baby? the happy new mother asked.

　　When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

　　Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung hilf into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

　　He blurted out the tragedy. A boy, a big boy...called me a freak.

　　He w up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.

　　But you might mingle with other young people, his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

　　The boy's father had a session with the family physician... Could nothing be done?

　　I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured, the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.

　　Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret.

　　The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college ame a series of triumphs.

　　Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her.

　　I do not believe you could, said the father, but the aement was that you are not to know...not yet.

　　The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.

　　Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut, his father whispered gently, and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?