寻一篇优美英语散文（或诗），朗诵需要

Laugh and the world laughs with you;

Weep,and you weep alone;

For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,

It has trouble enough of its own.

Sing,and the hills will answer;

Sigh!it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyfui sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice,and men will seek you;

Grieve,and they turn and go;

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But theydo not want your woe.

Be glad,and your friends are many;

Be sad,and you lose them all

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast,and your halls are crowded;

Fast,and the world goes by,

Succeed and give,and it helps you live.

But no man can help you die.

THere is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train:

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

很优美

Laugh and the world laughs with you;

Weep,and you weep alone;

For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,

It has trouble enough of its own.

Sing,and the hills will answer;

Sigh!it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyfui sound,

But shrink from voicing care.Laugh and the world laughs with you;

Weep,and you weep alone;

For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,

It has trouble enough of its own.

Sing,and the hills will answer;

Sigh!it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyfui sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice,and men will seek you;

Grieve,and they turn and go;

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But theydo not want your woe.

Be glad,and your friends are many;

Be sad,and you lose them all

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast,and your halls are crowded;

Fast,and the world goes by,

Succeed and give,and it helps you live.

But no man can help you die.

THere is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train:

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

很优美

Laugh and the world laughs with you;

Weep,and you weep alone;

For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,

It has trouble enough of its own.

Sing,and the hills will answer;

Sigh!it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyfui sound,

But shrink from voicing care.