适合大学生的英语故事
适合大学生的英语故事有很多，推荐以下故事：
1、《生命中的大石头》，作者：爱米莉。
介绍：这篇故事本来用演示的形式揭示哲理，“大石块”是指知识和目标，因为只有找到目标才能成功，只有学好知识才能帮你实现目标。
2、《老人与黑人小孩子》，作者：简奥斯丁。
介绍：本故事讲述了道理，成就与出身无关，与信心有关。这个世界是用自信心创造出来的。有自信，积极的面对自己所拥有的一切，这种积极和自信会帮助人登上成功的山顶。
3、《囚禁的章鱼》，作者：毛姆。
介绍：本故事讲述章鱼自以为聪明，却自己断送了自己的生命，生活中一切都像是海里的瓶子，其实我们不往里钻他们就无法困住我们，没有趟不过的河，没有走不了的路，遇事想开些，换个方向，就会看见新的希望。
皮匠和银行家
皮匠和银行家
人物：皮匠、银行家、4个佣人
场景：皮匠家里、银行家家里
1、皮匠家里（皮匠唱着歌儿出场，然后坐下干活）
皮匠：“我对我的制鞋工作，比当国王还要满足!看着大街上的人们穿着我做的一双双铮亮的皮鞋，我感到十分快乐！”
银行家家里（银行家躺在沙发上，边打呵欠边说）
银行家：“唉，我每天晚上都睡不着觉，怕小偷来偷我的钱，为什么上帝不把睡眠制成一种象食品和饮料一样的东西，可以出售啊？”
2、（一天清晨，银行家翻来覆去睡不着，丰盛的早餐已经准备好了，银行家起身来到客厅，这时从隔壁传来歌声！银行家挥手叫来一个佣人）
银行家：“去把隔壁唱歌的格雷戈里先生叫来。”
皮匠来到银行家家里，四处打量，不时发出赞叹！
皮匠：“您好，您找我有事吗?”
银行家：“请问格雷戈里先生，你一年能赚多少钱？”
皮匠：“先生你问我一年能赚多少钱吗？哈，我从不算这笔账。我只是一天一天这样过日子。总之，只要有饭吃就可以了！”
银行家：“啊！那么你一天赚多少钱呢？”
皮匠：“（大声地）有时多一点，有时少一点。不过，最糟糕的是一年总有些日子不准我们做买卖，否则我们的收入也还算不错！”
银行家：（被逗笑了）我要让你从今后不愁没钱用。你先把这一百枚金币拿回去放好，需要时就用吧。”
皮匠：“您说的是真的吗？”（银行家点点头）
皮匠欣喜若狂地一路小跑回家，回家后连忙把钱埋好。
旁白：此后，皮匠整天盯着埋金币的地方，他不再唱歌了。吃不好，睡不好！(皮匠在床上翻来复去睡不着)
第二天清晨，皮匠来到银行家家里
银行家：“你好啊，还有什么事要我帮忙吗？”
皮匠：“把你那一百枚金币拿回去吧，还我的睡眠和歌声来!”（面向大家齐声说）：“快乐是属于每一个热爱生活的人，在快乐面前，金钱要失败了！
适合大学生的英语故事
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适合大学生的英语故事：It Was an Worthless Clock
It was an old clock, but it still told the correct time. The face had a faded picture of Andy’s parents taken when they were newlyweds. Aside from some photos, the clock was the only mementoAndy had of his mom and dad.
His father died of cancer in 1964. Then his mom moved to a private nursing home. She had many friends there. The nursing home, however, went bankrupt. They moved her into a state nursing home. She hated it there.
She asked Andy to help her move into a private nursing home again. She had spent most of her husband’s savings on living expenses at the first nursing home. Andy said he would try.
But Andy had no savings. He was a sergeant in the Army, and all his money went to his wife and three kids. He called his older brother Frank, who was single and had a great job. Frank was anavid deep-sea fisherman and was interested in buying a large boat for weekend use.
“Frank, I don’t have the money now, but you do,” Andy pleaded. “Just pay for Mom and I’ll owe you for half of the nursing home costs.”
“You’ll owe me? You don’t have two nickels to rub together, and probably never will. I’ll get stuck for the whole bill. What about my boat?”
“What boat?”
“Never mind. Let me think about it, and I'll get back to you.”
Frank never did send his mom the money to move into a private nursing home. Alone and unhappy, she died in the state nursing home only a year later. Andy never forgave his brother.
Many years went by. Frank’s health declined. He called up Andy one day. “Andy, I feel really bad about not helping out Mom. I was too interested in getting that boat. The older I’ve gotten, the more guilt I feel. My days are numbered, Andy. I was wondering if you would send me that clock, just for a little while. I want to beg Mom to forgive me.”
Andy was very reluctant to part with his clock, but he did feel a little sorry for Frank.
Frank died ten months later. One of Frank’s nieces, Flo, was the executor of his estate. Flo had hired a lawyer to help her Uncle Frank rewrite his will in his dying days. Strangely enough, Flo got everything.
She made sure Uncle Frank was buried a day after his death. No announcement was made about his funeral, which Flo kept private—at the 20-minute service, Flo was the only mourner. Flo sold Uncle Frank’s house, car, and boat within the week. Everything of lesser value went to a charity. His cash and stocks, of course, were already safely in her name.
When Andy discovered that his brother had died, he called Flo to ask about his clock. “Oh,” she said, “that went to charity with everything else. You didn’t really want that old thing, did you, Uncle Andy? Uncle Andy? Hello?” Well, that was rude, she thought.
适合大学生的英语故事：Collecting Seashells
aria and Lisa were best friends. They shared a two-bedroom apartment in Hollywood. Maria was a clerk at a clothing store, and Lisa was a clerk at a supermarket. Their hours varied, so they didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time together. But last weekend both were off work. “Let’s go to the beach,” suggested Maria.
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Lisa. “Which one?”
“Well, I would prefer an uncrowded beach, because I think I’ve put on a few pounds recently. I don’t want any boys seeing my fat.”
“Oh, please,” said Lisa. “You eat so little. Ounces don’t turn into pounds. How about Zuma Beach? That’s pretty far north of Santa Monica Beach, so it’s just right—not too crowded and not too empty.”
“That sounds good,” said Maria.
The drive to the beach took more than an hour. When they got there, the hot and sunny Hollywood weather had become cool, windy, and overcast beach weather. Both of them had been to the beach many times before, so they were not surprised by the change in weather. They put on their jackets, shoes, and socks, and headed north to hunt for seashells.
Within an hour they had collected about 20 beautiful shells into a plastic bag. They were still walking slowly north when they heard a roar. They turned around to see a four-wheel All Terrain Vehicle coming rapidly toward them. The driver braked at the last moment. Sand flew onto the two girls. They both screamed.
The driver was wearing a jacket that said Beach Patrol. He got off the ATV and started yelling at them. “What are you two doing here? Can’t you read? The signs say Private Property. They say NoTrespassing. Get out of here before I write you a ticket and have you arrested.”
“What’s your name?” Maria stood defiantly. “I’m going to report you to the police. You’re not a real patrol officer. This is a public beach. Those signs are phony signs put up by homeowners who think they own the beach.”
“My name is John Smith. Report me to whoever you want. Now get out of here or you’ll be sorry.”
“You can’t make us leave. This is a public beach!” yelled Maria.
The man got back onto his ATV and started driving in circles around the women. The ATV was spraying sand and water all over them. He was laughing. They started running back south. When the ATV driver saw that they were leaving, he drove off.
“John Smith. A phony name to go with a phony uniform,” said Maria when they slowed down to a walk. “We’re going to the police station and make a complaint. I hope they put him in jail.”
A few minutes later, Lisa asked, “Where are the shells?”
“Oh, gee, in all the excitement I left them back there. I’m sorry.”
“No problem,” replied Lisa. “There’s plenty of seashells in the sea.”
“Yeah, just like there’s plenty of jerks on the shore.”
适合大学生的英语故事：Schoolboys Get Five-Finger
Travis and Paul were best friends and in the ninth grade. They didn’t like anything about school except the girls and the baseball. They were both on the junior high baseball team. Both wanted to be major league baseball players when they grew up.
On Thursday, baseball practice lasted for two hours after school. After practice, Travis and Paul were hungry and thirsty. Between them, they had $2.05. There was a small grocery store three blocks from the school.
“What can we buy for only $2?” asked Travis.
“We could split a soda and a candy bar,” replied Paul.
“That’s going to be hard to do, since I like orange soda and you like root beer,” said Travis. “And I hate peanuts in candy bars and you love them,” said Paul.
As they approached the store, they were still thinking about their problem. One solution, of course, was for one of them to pick the soda and the other to pick the candy bar. The problem with that solution would be that one of them would still be thirsty and the other would still be hungry.
“Wait a minute,” said Paul. “I’ve got an idea.” They stopped, and Paul told Travis his idea.
Mr. Cobb was the store owner. He had no use for kids. They were little people with little money. His eyes narrowed as he saw the boys approaching the store.
After they entered the store, Travis walked over to the big cooler that was filled with ice andsodas. Paul walked over to the candy bar section.
“Mr. Cobb, you don’t have any orange soda,” Travis said.
“Yes, I do. Just dig a little. You’ll find one.”
Travis dug for a minute.
“I still can’t find one.”
“Are you blind? I’ll be right there.”
Mr. Cobb started digging through the ice. Paul immediately put two candy bars into his trousers’baggy pockets. He patted the pockets down a little bit.
“Look! Orange soda! What did I tell you?”
“Thank you, sir,” Travis said.
As Travis was paying for the orange soda and the root beer, Mr. Cobb looked at Paul.
“You’re not buying anything?”
“No, sir. We just wanted some sodas.”
“Then why were you looking at the candy bars?”
“Just to see if you got any new brands, sir.” Mr. Cobb’s narrow eyes got narrower as they moved slowly from Paul’s eyes to his shirt, to his pants, and to his shoes.
“If I ever catch you stealing from me, I’ll chop off your hands, you hear me?” For emphasis, Mr. Cobb reached down beneath the countertop and pulled out a butcher knife, sharp and shiny.
Both boys were startled. They ran out of the store.
“Come back here. You forgot your change!” Mr. Cobb yelled at them.
