“鸡”的英语是：chicken
词语分析：
音标：英?['tk?n]? ? ?美?['tk?n]? ?
n.?鸡；鸡肉；胆小者
adj.?懦弱的；胆小的
vi.?失去勇气
短语：
chicken soup?心灵鸡汤 ; 情牵梦 ; 人生的港湾
roast chicken?烤鸡 ; 烤油鸡 ; 烧鸡
cashew chicken?腰果鸡丁 ; 腰果鸡球 ; 腰果鸡 ; 腰不美观鸡丁
Golden Chicken?高登宝得 ; 金鸡专辑
例句：
The?size?of?the?chicken?pieces will?determine?the?cooking?time.?
鸡块的大小决定烹饪时间。
If?the?chicken?is fairly?small,?you?may simply split?it?in half.?
要是鸡不太大，你把它分成两半就行。
They?he?two?restaurants?that?purvey?dumplings?and?chicken?noodle?soup.?
有两家供应饺子和鸡肉汤面的餐馆。
If?I?stay?in,?my?boyfriend cooks?a?wonderful lasagne?or?chicken?or?steak.?
我呆在家里的话，我男朋友会做一顿美味的意大利宽面条或鸡肉或牛排。
Make sure that you?do not?pierce?the?skin?when?boning?the?chicken?thighs.?
给鸡腿去骨时，确保不要刺破皮。
近义词：
n. 鸡肉；小鸡；胆小鬼，懦夫
sheep?,?chucky
adj. 鸡肉的；胆怯的；幼小的
small?,?baby
炖鸡汤 cook chicken soup
例如：
我们用压力锅炖鸡汤，节省了时间和煤气。
With the help of the pressure-cooker, we cook chicken soup with less time and gas.
soup读：英 [su?p]，美 [su?p]。
作名词时意为“汤，羹，马力”。作动词时意为“加速，增加马力”。
第三人称单数：soups。复数：soups。现在分词：souping。过去式：souped。
短语搭配：
onion soup 洋葱汤，葱头汤，洋葱浓汤。
Seaweed soup 紫菜汤，甘紫菜汤，汤类紫菜汤。
Oyster soup 蚵仔汤，海蛎子汤。
双语例句：
1、We?just?had?soup?instead?of?a?full?meal.?
我们没有吃全餐，只喝了汤。
2、This?soup?is?a?spicy?variation?on?a?traditional?fourite.?
这种汤是在一种受欢迎的传统汤羹中加了香料。
soup的相关短语：
1、in the soup
中文释义：adv. 在困境中
例句：
If you go on living at this extragant rate, you'll spend every penny you've got, and then you'll be in the soup.
你要是这样大手大脚过日子，你就会把你赚来的每一分钱花得精光，那时你就会处于困境之中。
2、chicken soup
中文释义：鸡汤；心灵鸡汤
例句：
However, the popularity of Chicken Soup for the Soul is a good sign for solving this problem.
然而， 心灵鸡汤读本的大受欢迎，就是解决这一问题的一个良好的信号。
自改革开放以来,我国对外交流逐渐密切,因此社会各界对于英语的重视程度也与日俱增,在大学阶段的英语教学过程中对于基础知识和语法使用的内容比例大范围下降,而增加了 实用英语 的内容。下面是我带来的心灵鸡汤英语小 故事 阅读，欢迎阅读!
心灵鸡汤英语小故事阅读篇一
Flotsam, Jetsam, and Liberty
By James Carey
Perhaps more than anything else in the world, I believe in liberty: liberty for myself, liberty for my fellow men. I cannot forget the legend engred on the base of the Statue of Liberty on Bedlows Island in New York Harbor: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless tempest tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door. That is the voice of America.
As one small part of it, one tiny decibel in its sound, I, as a free individual of America, believe in it. It makes no boast of noble ancestry. On the contrary, it admits honestly that each of us in this country, with a possible and qualified exception of our native Indians, is a displaced person. In a particular kind of way, the Indian was our first displaced person. If you and I did not come from abroad ourselves, our forefathers did. The scores that drove them was economic, political, or religious oppression.
Oppression has always strewn the shores of life with wretched human refuse. We who today are the proud people of a proud country are what might be called the reclaimed refuse of other lands. The fact that the flotsam and the jetsam, the persecuted and the pursued of all these other lands, the fact that they came here and, for the most part, successfully started life anew, this renews my faith in the resilience of a human individual and the dignity of man.
There are those who say we should be content with the material benefits we he accrued among ourselves. I cannot accept that for myself. A laboring man needs bread and butter, and cash to pay the rent. But he would be a poor individual, indeed, if he were not able to furnish the vestibule of his mind and his soul with spiritual embellishments beyond the price of a union contract.
I mean by this that I believe it is important for a man to discover, whether he is an electrical worker or an executive, that he is an individual with his own resources and a sense of the dignity of his own person and that of other men. We are separate. We are collective. Man can be strong alone but not indomitable, in isolation. He has to belong to something, to realize he is not created separately or apart from the rest of mankind, whether he is an American or a Mohammedan.
I am stirred by the abundance of the fields, the forest, the streams, and the natural resources they hold. But do these things make me important? He we wrought the miracle of America because of these riches we hold? I say, no. Our strength?and I can say my strength, too, because I am a part of this whole?lies in a fundamental belief in the validity of human rights. And I believe that a man who holds these rights in proper esteem is greater, whether he is recognized or not.
As an individual, I must face the future with honesty and faith, in the goods things that he made us mighty. I must he confidence in myself, in others, and all men of goodwill everywhere, for freedom is the child of truth and confidence.
心灵鸡汤英语小故事阅读篇二
Dreams Are the Stuff Life Is Made Of
By Carroll Carroll
I believe I am a very lucky man.
My entire life has been lived in the healthy area between too little and too much. I?ve never experienced financial or emotional insecurity, but everything I he, I?ve attained by my own work, not through indulgence, inheritance, or privilege.
Never hing lived by the abuses of any extreme, I?ve always felt that a workman is worthy of his hire, a merchant entitled to his profit, an artist to his reward.
As a result of all this, my bargaining bump may be a little underdeveloped, so I?ve never tried to oversell myself. And though I may work for less than I know I can get, I find that because of this, I?m never so afraid of losing a job that I?m forced to compromise with my principles.
Naturally in a life as mentally, physically, emotionally, and financially fortunate as mine has been, a great many people he helped me. A few meant to, most did so by accident. I still feel I must reciprocate. This doesn?t mean that I?ve dedicated my life to my fellow man. I?m not the type. But I do feel I should help those I?m qualified to help, just as I?ve been helped by others.
What I?m saying now is, I feel, part of that pattern. I think everyone should, for his own sake, try to reduce to six hundred words the beliefs by which he lives?it?s not easy?and then compare those beliefs with what he enjoys?not in real estate and money and goods, but in love, health, hiness, and laughter.
I don?t believe we live our lives and then receive our reward or punishment in some afterlife. The life and the reward?the life and the punishment?these to me are one. This is my religion, coupled with a firm belief that there is a Supreme Being who planned this world and runs it so thatno man is an island, entire of himself? The dishonesty of any one man subverts all honesty. The lack of ethics anywhere adulterates the whole world?s ethical content. In these?honesty and ethics?are, I think, the true spiritual values.
I believe the hope for a thoroughly honest and ethical society should never be laughed at. The most idealistic dreams he repeatedly forecast the future. Most of the things we think of today as hard, practical, and even indispensable were once merely dreams.
So I like to hope that the world need not be a dog-eat-dog jungle. I don?t think I?m my brother?s keeper. But I do think I?m obligated to be his helper. And that he has the same obligation to me.
In the last analysis, the entire pattern of my life and belief can be found in the wordsdo NOT do unto others that which you would NOT he others do unto you.? To sayDo unto others as you would he others DO unto you? somehow implies bargaining, an offer of for for for. But to restrain from acts which you, yourself, would abhor is an exercise in will power that must raise the level of human relationship.
?What is unpleasant to thyself,? says Hillel,THAT do NOT unto thy neighbor. This is the whole law,? and he concluded,All else is exposition.?
心灵鸡汤英语小故事阅读篇三
A Ball to Roll Around
By Robert Allman
I lost my sight when I was 4 years old by falling off a boxcar in a freight yard in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and landing on my head. Now, I am 32. I can vaguely remember the brightness of sunshine and what color red is. It would be wonderful to see again. But a calamity can do strange things to people.
It occurred to me the other day that I might not he come to love life so, as I do, if I hadn?t been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would he believed in it so deeply, otherwise. I don?t mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me more reciate what I had left.
Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of adjustments to reality. The more readily a person is able to make these adjustments, the more meaningful his own private world becomes. The adjustment is never easy. I was bewildered and afraid, but I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me?oh, a potential to live you might call it?which I didn?t see. And they made me want to fight it out with blindness.
The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn?t been able to do that, I would he collapsed and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life. When I say believe in myself, I am not talking about simply the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is part of it, but I mean something bigger than that: an assurance that I am, despite imperfections, a real, positive person; that somewhere in the sweeping, intricate, pattern of people, there is a special place where I can make myself fit. It took me years to discover and strengthen this assurance. It had to start with the most elementary things.
When I was a youngster, once a man ge me an indoor baseball. I thought he was mocking me, and I was hurt.
?I can?t use this,? I said.
?Take it with you, he urged me,and roll it around.?
The words stuck in my head:Roll it around, roll it around.? By rolling the ball, I could listen where it went. This ge me an idea?how to achieve a goal I had thought impossible: playing baseball. At Philadelphia?s Overbrook School for the Blind, I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it groundball.
All my life, I he set ahead of me a series of goals, and then tried to reach them one at a time. I had to learn my limitations. It was no good to try for something I knew at the start was wildly out of reach, because that only invited the bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway, but on the erage, I made progress.
I believe I made progress more readily because of a pattern of life shaped by certain values. I find it easier to live with myself if I try to be honest. I find strength in the friendship and interdependence of people. I would be blind, indeed, without my sighted friends. And very humbly, I say that I he found purpose and comfort in a mortal?s ambition toward godliness.
Perhaps a man without sight is blinded less by the importance of material things than other men are. All I know is that a belief in the higher existence of a nobility for men to strive for has been an inspiration that has helped me more than anything else to hold my life together.
1.Life?Struggle----生命的拼搏?
对强者而言，磨难犹如刀剑，使他愈见锋芒，诚如孟子所言：“天将降大任于斯人也，必先苦其心志，劳其筋骨?”不经过磨难的生活，日子未免过得乏味；不经过磨难的命运，人生便显得苍白。就生命而言，总是从平坦中获得的效益少，从磨难中获得的教益深。?
Once?upon?a?time?in?a?land?far?far?away,?there?was?a?wonderful?old?man?who?loved?everything.?Animals,?spiders,?insects...?
One?day?while?walking?through?the?woods?the?nice?old?man?found?a?cocoon?of?a?butterfly.?He?took?it?home.?A?few?days?later,?a?small?opening?eared;?he?sat?and?watched?the?butterfly?for?several?hours?as?it?struggled?to?force?its?body?through?that?little?hole.?Then?it?seemed?to?stop?making?any?progress.?It?eared?as?if?it?had?gotten?as?far?as?it?could?and?it?could?go?no?farther.?
Then?the?man?decided?to?help?the?butterfly,?so?he?took?a?pair?of?scissors?and?snipped?off?the?remaining?bit?of?the?cocoon.?
The?butterfly?then?emerged?easily.?But?it?had?a?swollen?body?and?small,?shriveled?wings.?The?man?continued?to?watch?the?butterfly?because?he?expected?that,?at?any?moment,?the?wings?would?enlarge?and?expand?to?be?able?to?support?the?body,?which?would?contract?in?time.?Neither?hened!?In?fact,?the?butterfly?spent?the?rest?of?its?life?crawling?around?with?a?swollen?body?and?shriveled?wings.It?never?was?able?to?fly.?
What?the?man?in?his?kindness?and?haste?did?not?understand?was?that?the?restricting?cocoon?and?the?struggle?required?for?the?butterfly?to?get?through?the?tiny?opening?were?Nature's?way?of?forcing?fluid?from?the?body?of?the?butterfly?into?its?wings?so?that?it?would?be?ready?for?flight?once?it?achieved?its?freedom?from?the?cocoon.?
Sometimes?struggles?are?exactly?what?we?need?in?our?life.?If?we?were?allowed?to?go?through?our?life?without?any?obstacles,?it?would?cripple?us.?We?would?not?be?as?strong?as?what?we?could?he?been.?
And?we?could?never?fly.?从前，在一个非常非常遥远的国度，有一位心地善良的老人。他喜爱一切东西，动物啦、蜘蛛啦、昆虫啦。?
一天，这位善良的老人在树林里散步的时候，发现了一个蝴蝶的茧。他把茧带回了家。几天后，茧裂开了一道小缝。老人几小时地坐在那里，看着蝴蝶挣扎着让自己的身体从小缝中挤出来。后来，蝴蝶破茧好象停了下来，没有什么进展了。看来蝴蝶好象是撑到了最后，再也不可能前进了。?
看到这里，老人决定帮助蝴蝶。于是他找出一把剪刀，把茧剩余的部分剪破了。?这样，蝴蝶就轻易地从茧中脱出来了。?但是，蝴蝶的身子肿胀着，翅膀又小又皱。老人继续观察着蝴蝶，因为他期望着这样一个时刻的到来：蝴蝶的翅膀会变大，大到能支持它的身体，而蝴蝶的身体届时也会缩小。可是什么也没有发生。事实上，这只蝴蝶的余生中就只能拖着臃肿的身体和萎缩的翅膀爬来爬去了。?
它永远也不能飞起来了。?
在好心和匆忙间，老人并不理解，蝴蝶破茧而出时需要的那种束缚和挣扎其实是大自然用来将蝴蝶的体液挤到翅膀中的方法，这样，蝴蝶一旦能从茧中脱出，就能准备好飞翔了。有时候，挣扎正是我们生活中所需要的。如果我们能得以毫无障碍地走过一生，这会使我们软弱。我们就不可能变得强壮。重要的是，我们就不可能腾飞。 2．坚持你的梦想?I?he?a?friend?named?Monty?Roberts?who?owns?a?horse?ranch?in?San?Sedro.?He?has?let?me?use?his?house?to?put?on?fund-raising?events?to?raise?money?for?youth?at?risk?programs.?I?he?a?friend?named?Monty?Roberts?who?owns?a?horse?ranch?in?San?Sedro.?He?has?let?me?use?his?house?to?put?on?fund-raising?events?to?raise?money?for?youth?at?risk?programs.?
The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, "I want to tell you why I let Jack use my house. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from farm and ranch-to-ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy's high school career was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.
"That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on the 200-acre dream ranch.
"He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, 'See me after class.'
"The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, 'Why did I receive an F?'
"The teacher said, 'this is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You he no money. You come from an itinerant family. You he no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You he to buy the land. You he to pay for the original breeding stock and later you'll he to pay large stud fees. There's no way you could ever do it.' Then the teacher added, 'If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.'
"The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, 'Look, son, you he to make up your own mind on this However, I think it is a very important decision for you.'
"Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all. He stated, 'You can keep the F and I'll keep my dream.'"
Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, "I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still he that school paper framed over the fireplace." He added, "The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same school-teacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week." When the teacher was leing, he said, 'Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids' dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.'"
Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what. Questions:
1.Who told Monty to keep his dream? 2.What's Monty's dream? Does it come true? 3．人生絮语：爱在心里成长
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
When the door of hiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.
The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.
It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. 中文：
或许是上帝的安排，在最终找到知音之前，我们总要遇到一些不尽如意的人，只有这样，我们才能对知音这份礼物充满感激之情。
一道幸福之门关闭时，另一扇就会打开。我们经常太多太多地只看见关闭的门，而对开
在手机互联网还没有普及的时候，励志文章和书籍特别的火。
人们也很喜欢读，读完感觉浑身都有力量。
可是，后来呢，随着人们见得多了，读得多了，就审美疲劳了。
然后，也就有了鸡汤文这个叫法，而且是贬义的。
而且很多人看到这个就很烦，就像是听到了家长的唠叨一样，在家没听够吗？还得在这听？
慢慢地，鸡汤文，就被称为毒鸡汤了，可见这个有多么受人恨呀。
现在呢？也是一样。
剽悍一只猫说：
有的人一看到励志书就开骂。
有的人明明想看这类书，却生怕别人看到、被人鄙视，只能偷偷看。
我觉得，看书应该按需决定，尤其是在内心能量不足的时候，读一些励志的书没有什么不好。如果读这些书能让你状态变好，多棒啊。
我就看过很多励志书，这些书给过我很多能量，这此一并表示感谢。
我的看法和猫叔的一样。
在我备战公考的那几年里，白天上自习，晚上上夜班，没有考友，每天都是自己一个人，感觉很辛苦。
那能怎么办呢？我就想尽一切办法给自己打气，我看陈安之的，听他的演讲。我把公考论坛上的别人写的激励文字打印出来，贴在墙上，每天都在看。
就是这样每天喝鸡汤，不断地激励自己，最终我是成功熬过了这段时间，如愿考上。
所以，鸡汤这个东西，在特定的时间里，却实是有用的，而且是很有用。
当自己迷茫无助时，当自己身处困境时，当自己没有前进的力量时，来一碗吧，管用！
微习惯打卡
1、早睡早起第100天
2、每天写500字日记第130天
3、每天写一句话读书笔记第99天
4、每周一本书第11周
5、每天看一个英语单词第98天
6、每天练字半页第156天
7、每天一个俯卧撑第36天
