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英文作文 篇1
days and days past, i’m not a child any longer. but i still remember that halloween, 31st october xx. that was saturday. i went to study english with an american girl named debby as usual. we had 5 students altogether. before that week, debby had already told us to learn something about halloween ourselves. on that day, debby spent an hour describing this american festival for us, such as “trick or cheat”, pumpkin and even, she took a pumpkin with her. first she took out a finished pumpkin lantern. that was really beautiful and ugly, we liked it so much. then she taught us how to make a pumpkin lantern by ourselves. we each held a small knife, learnt to cut and draw something on that pumpkin. finally, we made it and put a short candle into it. that was truly happy. and the most surprising thing was that the lantern was a present for that day’s super student. who will that be? my god! that was me! do you know how excited i was then? i held it, jumping and shouting. that was the most unforgettable day to me. and i will not forget it, never!
英文作文 篇2
他是我的好朋友(He is my good friend)
my pet is a toy bear. his name is small white. he is white. he has blue eyes and blue ears. his hands and feet are blue too. he is naughty. he likes to make fun of me. he likes reading. when i am unhappy, he accompanies me. he is my good friend.
我的`好朋友(My good friend)
my good friendi have a good friens,his name is zhou xiaoqiang.he is 15 years old.he likes play basketball and good at basketball.he is tall and thin.his studies is very good.all teacher like him.his favorite subject is math and english. his nose is very beautiful.i like him very much.
译文：我的好朋友我有一个好朋友，他叫周小强。他今年15岁。他喜欢打篮球并且有一个较高的水平。他的身高和身材。他学习很出色。他最喜欢的主题是数字和应该。他的鼻子很漂亮，总是分享他的主题。
好朋友(good friend)
i have a good friend. she is a beautiful girl. she has long black hair, two big black eyes and a red mouth. her voice is better. she is good at singing. she is a clever girl. she likes reading books , playing computer games and chess. she is also nice. she often helps us . our classmates like her very much..
他是我的好朋友(He is my good friend)
my pet is a toy bear. his name is small white. he is white. he has blue eyes and blue ears. his hands and feet are blue too. he is naughty. he likes to make fun of me. he likes reading. when i am unhappy, he accompanies me. he is my good friend.
MyGoodFriend_500字
my good friendi have a good friend. she is a girl. and she is pretty. she is very good at english! and her english grades are very well! my good friend is a student of hengfu road middle school in class five junior one. she is 13 years old. she is 1 years older than me. and she has two beautiful eyes. she has a cherry mouth and a little nose. she loves to smile. and her smile is very beautiful. do you know her hobby? let me tell you! her favourite sport is badminton. she enjoys doing housework and playing computer games. so her mother loves her very much. and all of her family love her, too.i am very happy to be her friends!! class five, junior one long meimiao no. 29
Mr.Good
I could’ve kicked myself for chasing a woman bass player all the way to Cincinnati: a month after I got there, I left her for a twenty-three-year-old grocery clerk. A few weeks later that was over, too, and I didn’t even have money for a bus ticket back to Dallas. I hadn’t been able to find a gig since I’d moved.
I tried finding work in a music store, and then started applying anywhere and everywhere—fast food, motels, convenience stores—and finally to stay out of a homeless shelter I had to pawn the only one of my guitars worth much, a 1965 Gibson Hummingbird. I stayed drunk for two days. Then I started working day labor so I could get it back. I was mixing mortar and carrying bricks, which I hated because it messed with my hands. The second week I smashed a thumbnail.Everyday I went to the pawnshop to make sure the guitar was still there. The owner looked like a vaguely degenerate antique dealer in a movie.
He wore a vest. Every morning I got up at five and made the half-hour walk to the temp service, a trailer set up in a gravel lot. The place looked like a used car dealership without any cars and the owner was a big thick guy named Purcell who was quick to let you know he was retired Navy. The whole set up was pretty shady. Pay was always in cash and you had to get there before dawn to get a job. Except for me the crowd was all Mexican, illegals I’m pretty sure. They stayed to themselves, so I’d stand alone while we waited for Purcell to show up and smoke and drink coffee and think about how I was going to smash the guitar over a low brick wall once I got it back. My father gave it to me when I was eighteen. One afternoon, 1979, when my high school let out he was in the parking lot sitting on the hood of an old Lincoln he’d parked sideways across five spaces. You couldn’t miss him any way you looked. He was dressed in the same outfit Hank Williams was buried in.
I hadn’t heard from him for seven years. I told my friends I was supposed to meet with a teacher and went back inside and hid in the bathroom—I figured if I waited long enough he’d leave. The janitor ran me out of there so I wouldn’t interfere with his drinking. I killed some time walking the halls, then fooling at my locker. Finally the assistant principal who was locking up made me leave.He was still outside. It was deserted now. He smiled and waved. "Thought that was you I saw," he said. "Figured I’d wait."I nodded. I didn’t know what to say."I hear you’re getting ready to be a high school graduate," he said.I nodded again."That’s real good." He cocked his head, looking at me and smiling. "Your grandma don’t mind your hair being that long?""She hasn’t said anything.""First time I came in with a duck tail she chased me with the scissors." He took a pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket and rapped it on his knee and a single cigarette jumped halfway out, and if he hadn’t been my father that would’ve been cool as hell.He wanted to go get a hamburger.
The inside of the Lincoln smelled like a strip club at six AM. The radio was missing. I reminded him how to get to McKenna’s, a place that had curb service. After we got our drinks he poured part of his Coke out the window and filled it back up from a pint of bourbon he pulled from under the seat. He offered me the bottle but I shook my head."Don’t drink?" he asked. I shrugged.He nodded. "Don’t seem to talk, either."After seven years that crawled all over me. I turned away and stared out my window."Ah son," he said, "I know, I know. I . . . well," and then I heard his cup slosh. I was looking out at a station wagon where a woman was handing around soft serve cones to her kids. A little boy in the backseat was looking back at me.
"Your grandma tells me you’re playing now," he said."Yeah." I still didn’t look at him."What’re you doing?"I was in a bad cover band that played sock hops and dances at country clubs. I’d been listening to Earl Klugh and Wes Montgomery, too, trying some of that out."Not much," I said.The boy pulled his nose up with his thumb and grinned. He had braces. His mother had on a green scarf. "I guess you don’t go in for Bob Wills and such," he said."No," I said. "Not many do anymore," he said. "That’s why this car’s such a piece of shit."Then neither of us said anything. A long minute passed, then another. The little boy kept making faces between licks of his cone. Then the mother caught him. After a glance at me, she jerked him around by the collar.
I heard him splash bourbon into his cup again.Then the car hop brought the tray with the food and hung it on his window and I felt like I could finally turn around."Anything else?" she asked. She was bleach blond and pudgy—I recognized her from school a couple years back but didn’t know her. She had on white jeans and a pink shirt with the tails tied into a knot below her breasts. When you looked at her all you saw was stomach."You all got any ice cream left in there?"
he said."Sure," she said."Then get you one and charge it on my ticket. Girl who looks sweet as cake needs some ice cream to go with her."She giggled. "Or maybe you want a drink of this special Co’-Cola instead?" he asked.She leered, looked left and then right. "Sure," she said. He handed her the cup and she ducked her head and took a drink."When they let you off here?" he said."Not soon enough," she said. "The horse’s ass that runs the place keeps us here half the night.""Well, we’re big boys," he said. "We get to stay up late."I opened my door and got out. He looked around. "Hey, where you going?"
I shut the door. My eyes met the girl’s over the roof of the car, then I ducked my head in the window. "I’ve got to go," I said. "I’ll see you," and I started away from the car. "Hey!" he yelled.But I didn’t turn around. He yelled a couple more times but I kept going. When I was far enough away I looked back. The girl was still standing at the Lincoln. I was hoping he’d be waiting outside the house when I got home. He wasn’t.A week later a notice came from Martin’s Drugs saying I had a Trailways package. It was a cardboard box wrapped in brown butcher’s paper and tied with string, light to carry but about the size of Shakespeare’s coffin. When I got it home and opened it I found a new calfskin guitar case packed in newspaper and inside that was the Hummingbird. The guitar was in good shape, but the words Mr Good were scratched in tall letters on the back of the body. In the bottom of the case was a note:SonI wont you to have this a fine instrumint i bought it new in 1965.
Maybe somday we can play together i can teech you some Bob wills. The only thing about it is i got no idee how the writing got on the back i woke up in a motel in oddessa tex 8 yeer ago and it was almost nite and their it was this is stil a good guitar. Dad I hadn’t heard from him since. If he was alive he’d be sixty-three, and the older I got the more I wished I could see him. We’d have something to talk about now that I’d made every mistake he had. Once I was living with a psychologist and she started ribbing me after she saw how I took such good care of the Gibson.
Better take Mr. Good to soccer practice, she’d say, or Mr. Good says he wants to order Chinese. If she hadn’t been so good-looking I wouldn’t have put up with her—she’d come home after counseling all day and make astrology charts on her clients and smoke pot. She finally drank enough coffee one morning to think to ask how I got the guitar. I told her the story about my dad. "That’s cute," she said.I just stared at her."What is it?" she said.I shook my head."No, what is it?" she asked, almost hysterical."Nothing," I said. "Just looking at your hair."* * *It was cold. I was in Purcell’s lot, smoking, drinking coffee, half-listening to the Spanish talk all around me.
I had seven hundred dollars in my socks—after getting paid today I’d have enough to get the Gibson back, and after Monday and Tuesday I’d have enough to go back to Dallas—and then suddenly an angry shout came from behind the trailer, then another. The lot quickly fell silent. Then the Spanish started up again and most of the men walked over and looked behind the trailer but as soon they did they started leaving, some running, and in about two minutes the place was deserted except for me.I kept watching the trailer, about fifteen yards away.
Nothing. I couldn’t hear anything either but the hum of the arc lights. I didn’t know what to do. I was kind of scared, but I had to try to work that day, no matter what, so I decided to stay where I was and wait for Purcell to show up. I started to light another cigarette, then footsteps sounded on the gravel and a man staggered around the side of the trailer. He was clutching his side and when he saw me he said something in Spanish.
He was big, at least three hundred pounds, and looked like a bear coming toward me. Then he just stopped and stood there. I could hear his breathing. He sank to his knees like a camel sitting down and fell over.For about a hundred and fifty dollars I would’ve left.But there weren’t any philanthropists in the vicinity. I went over to him. He had rolled onto his back and when he saw me standing over him he started talking in Spanish.
He had a rip in the side of his thin jacket and there were dark stains around it. I took off my denim coat and kneeled down, and when he saw what I was doing he moved his hands and let me use the coat as a compress. Some warm blood soaked into the denim, but not much. He seemed more panicked than anything. He just kept on jabbering. Then I heard other voices. Two Mexicans were standing a few yards away, at the edge of the light. "Habla ingles?" I called out."No much, no much," the taller of the two said.
I got him to hold the jacket in place and right away he and the injured man started talking, arguing it sounded like. I ran the three blocks to the store where I made a point of buying my coffee every morning because I liked the way the clerk looked. I asked her to call 911. "Sorry, the phone’s not public," she said."Are you kidding?" I said.She shook her head. "That’s the rule.""But a guy’s been knifed or something."She hesitated, then looked at her watch, a pink thing the size of a coaster. "My manager’s due here any minute now and he says you can’t let the phone thing get started or people’ll be asking to use it all the time." She looked over my shoulder. "Could you move, please?"
I stepped over but stayed at the counter and an old black guy in a baseball cap moved up and gave her numbers for a lottery ticket. "So you’re not going to call?" I said."No," she said.I went outside and picked up the receiver on the pay phone on the side of the building and put it to my ear even though I knew it was dead.
I asked two people going into the store if they had cell phones—both shook their heads, though one had his in a holster on his belt. Then I ran back to the temp service because there wasn’t another payphone nearby and I didn’t know what else to do.Purcell was there. He had his headlights directed onto the scene and he stood in their beams next to the injured man and the two Mexicans who were squatting over him. The shorter one, who I could now see was an older man, was crying. "I can’t have this kind of helling going on here," Purcell was saying."Mr. Purcell," I said.He jerked his head around and squinted into the headlights. "Hey, who’s there?" He recognized me. "So did you see what happened here?" "No. I just tried to call an ambulance but I couldn’t find a phone."He waved like he was shooing a fly. "I checked him, he doesn’t need one. It’d be a waste of the taxpayers’ money. All he’s got is a little lard sliced off." Then he put his hands on his hips and stared down at the man. He had on a white short sleeve shirt and a dark tie; I had never seen him in a coat, no matter the temperature.
"Hey," he said loudly and all three Mexicans looked up at him and he spoke to them in broken Spanish. The tall one holding my jacket answered.According to Purcell’s translation: the two Mexicans who had stayed were from the same town in Mexico as the injured man, and the older one was his uncle or cousin or something. Two days ago the tall Mexican had heard that the injured man—who looked at least thirty—had gotten someone’s teenage daughter pregnant.
The tall Mexican wasn’t sure who the girl was, but he’d heard there’d been a blow up with her father. "I didn’t think there was anybody left who cared about that," Purcell said. He took out a pack of Juicy Fruit and put a stick in his mouth. He stared down at the man, his face a brown study. I crossed my arms and hugged myself. I was freezing."This has implications," Purcell said. "We should probably call an ambulance," I said."We might do that," he said.
"But we’ve got to move him off this property first."I didn’t say anything, but Purcell jerked his head around like I had."Just because this pussel-gut decides to tap some Mexican cheerleader, I should have to pay double and triple on my liability insurance? And as for the police," he said, "what’d you think: Columbo’s gonna show up here at dawn?" He pulled a wallet-on-a-chain out of his back pocket and started speaking Spanish again. When he finished all three Mexicans nodded. The old one wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Then Purcell took out two fifty-dollar bills and handed one to each of the two squatting men. They both spoke to the injured man, patted him on the shoulder, then stood up and left.
Purcell bent over the injured man and slipped two bills into his pants pocket. He spoke to him and the man answered. Purcell replied, his voice angry. The man shook his head back and forth on the ground. Purcell started cursing in English. He turned to me, "Sack of shit says he can’t get up.""Huh," I said.Purcell gave the man a little kick in the hip and said something in Spanish. Then he grabbed the man’s arm and tried to haul him up. He didn’t budge.
He was dead weight. Purcell dropped his arm. "All right," he said, "you get his shoulders and I’ll get his legs," and he stepped around the man to his feet. I didn’t move. He waved. "Come on, let’s go.""That’s my coat there," I pointed."Yeah? So?" he said."It’s ruined," I said.His expression deadened as he figured it out, which took about two seconds. He shook his head and cursed again. He took out his wallet and handed over a fifty."I need a hundred more," I said.If either of us had been smoking the whole block would’ve exploded. "Listen," he said, "I wouldn’t be paying anybody anything if I could speak enough Spanish to make these tacos understand if they don’t do what I say I’ll tell the police whatever I want. But even though you’re a goddamn briar you understand me, don’t you?""The police might hassle me on your sayso," I said, "but that’s about all they could do. And think about it. If I do end up talking to them, I’m such a briar I might let it slip how you run a straight cash business."He turned his back to me and started muttering. He stayed that way at least a half-minute.
Then he turned back around holding out five twenties. His mouth was very tight.Lifting the man was like picking up one end of a rowboat full of water, if you’ve ever done that. We carried him ten yards, rested, then went the last ten yards to the street. Purcell dropped the man’s feet and stayed bent over with his hands on his knees, huffing and puffing. He glanced up at me, then unhooked his key ring from his belt and tossed it and it hit the sidewalk right in front of me and I had to do a skip to keep it from hitting my feet. "Move my car up to the trailer," he said.I looked at the keys, then at him. "What?" I said. "Do it, or I’ll tell the cops you robbed me." He took his cell phone out of his back pocket."Why do you want me to do it?" I said."Just because I do," he said."Forget you," I said."All right," he said and punched a button on the phone, and that’s when I thought of the seven hundred dollars in my socks and how great it would look on a guy without a coat.
The car was a Cadillac in name only. The last time it looked good Eddie Murphy was funny. I slid under the wheel, but didn’t close the door so the rooflight would stay on and I could find things. The seat was too far up for me to fit my feet to the pedals, so I reached down to find the lever and my hand hit a bottle under the seat. It was a half-pint of Jack Daniels and all that was empty was the neck. I unscrewed the cap, bent over like I’d dropped the keys and took a drink, then sat up again. The glove box was missing its door, a cigar with an inch of dead ash was in the ashtray, a single porno playing card was in the passenger seat, a woman who looked like she was waiting for surgery to begin. I turned the card over: seven of clubs. I bent over and took another drink. I was thinking of the last time I saw my father—one of these old boats always did that. I discovered the seat wouldn’t move, so I managed to get situated with my legs splayed out on either side of the steering wheel.
I shut the door, then pulled the car up in front of the trailer and cut the engine and the lights. I stuck the half-pint down the front of my pants. Then I looked in the rearview mirror: Purcell was still at the curb, under a streetlight, standing over the injured man talking and gesturing. It looked like he was haranguing a corpse.I leaned over to get at my pants pocket and took out the hundred and fifty and put it on the dash behind the steering wheel. I just couldn’t abide the idea of having to think of Purcell everytime I played the Gibson. I would’ve rather seen it in the hands of Campfire Girls. The pawn shop opened a half-hour before the liquor stores. I’d been waiting in a coffee shop across the street. I had the Gibson’s empty calfskin case and a Epiphone in its case. I was going to pawn the Epi which would give me the last fifty I needed to get the Gibson back, plus another sixty or seventy. That much would get me to Shreveport, and I figured I knew enough people in Dallas I could find someone who’d drive out and get me.I went in the pawn shop, the bell ringing over my head, and right away I noticed the Gibson wasn’t on its stand in the line of guitars that sat on a high shelf in the back.
Holding the two cases I suddenly felt like an idiot in a Norman Rockwell painting. The empty one felt light enough to throw through the display window. The owner was still wearing his pea coat and was at the back of the long shotgun room behind a line of jewelry cases to my left. He came up front. "It’s gone," he said. "Girl bought it last night not long after you came in."I set down the guitar cases."She paid cash so I don’t know who she was," he said. I asked him what she looked like."I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers," he said.I kept looking at him. I couldn’t believe he had said that. Then he gave a police blotter description of the girl—young, long brown hair, skinny, pale, wearing jeans and a green jacket, said he wouldn’t call her pretty exactly. I asked him, if she came back in, to give her my name and the place where I roomed and to tell her I’d pay to get the Gibson back. I said I’d pay him, too, for doing that."Once I tell her, you got no reason to pay me," he said."That’s true," I said. "A twenty ought to take care of it," he said.I felt so beat I didn’t argue. I squatted down and lifted my pants leg to get at my sock.
The bell rang and a guy in a dirty overcoat and came in and set down a kit bag and started pulling out barber tools. I stood up and the owner took my twenty. I picked up my guitar cases and left.Walking down the street, freezing, I realized I could take the money I had and buy a coat and a bus ticket and be back in Dallas by midnight or I could stay in Cincinnati and buy a coat and try to find the Gibson. I thought about it three seconds and decided to stay.I can play guitar pretty well. And I’ve spent twenty years worth of afternoons in libraries killing time before gigs so I know the difference between Augustine of Hippo and all the other Augustines and I know that even if we do come up with a unified field theory it isn’t going to change a damn thing. But other than that, I wouldn’t take my own advice about anything.
英文作文 篇3
Diligence is the key to success. it means persisting in one's work. it does not mean exerting ourselves all day and all night without rest, food and sleep. the true meaning of diligence is to use time carefully for the purpose of improvement, or to work persistently without wasting time.
iaziness makes us useless. if we do not study and work hard we shall not be able to earn a living in our community. there will be nothing we can do just because we have failed to learn anything by letting the time pass unused.
an english proverb says, "lost time is never found again." time is precious and is one of those many things that cannot be purchased with money. therefore, we must make good use of our time and study hard when we am young. lazy hands make a man poor, while diligent hands bring wealth.
英文作文 篇4
My New Toothbrush
oh! my god. my toothbrush was broken last sunday. i couldn't brush my teeth. so i went shopping with my mother. there were so many tooth brushes.
finally we chose a blue one. there is a blue bird in it. it made in guangzhou. it is ten yuan. it's too expensive. but it is so beautiful. and i like it very much. so we bought it. my mother said that it is good for my teeth. then we went home. i can brush my teeth now. how happy i am!
哦!我的天呀。上星期天我的牙刷坏了。我不能刷牙。所以我和我的妈妈去购物了。那里有这么多牙刷。
最后,我们选择了一个蓝色的。有一只蓝色的'鸟。它由广州制造。十块钱。太贵了。但它是如此好看。我非常喜欢它。所以我们买了它。我妈妈说它对我的牙齿有好处。然后我们就回家了。我可以刷我的牙齿。我真快乐!
英文作文 篇5
A suichu fireworks, energy-saving - signature
With the sound of familiar firecrackers in the ear, the taste of the year became thicker and thicker. The eyes see, the ears hear, the nose smells full of jubilation.
Spring Festival comes, we are very happy, all families have attached to the couplet, and the word "Fu", "Fu Fu" is the meaning of "blessing". With regard to the origin of "Spring Festival", there is a kind of legend that there was a kind of beast called "year" in ancient times of China. "Year", head long antennae, ferocious abnormality. Long years of deep seabed, each to a specific day (which is now the new year's Eve) to climb the shore, devouring livestock harm human life. Therefore, every new year's Eve, people help the aged and the young stockaded village fled to the mountains, to avoid "year" damage. One year on New Year's Eve, the old man begged from the village. The villagers rush to a scene of panic, no one cares about him, only village as an old woman gave the old man some food, and urged him to speed up the mountain to avoid "year", the old man pulled up to the mustache smiled: "if her mother let me stay at home one night, I have to 'years' away." The old woman continued to persuade the old man to laugh without saying.
So there must be fireworks in the Spring Festival
The fireworks in the sky diversiform dressed in brightly coloured, "fireworks into the sky", "bang" sound exploded, the sky suddenly become colorful, the faint powder is like colorful flower blooming. But the drama is not long. The fireworks are fading slowly from the sky until they disappear. Over there, a shock silver light caught my attention, and it sprayed and sprayed up. Falling back then jumped out of the silver, like pearls falling from the sky to tens of thousands of people, very beautiful feeling; snapping, snapping, the deafening sound of firecrackers is certain! The noisy sound is enough to add a lot of joy to the 20xx.
There is a warm fire, burning, and intensified, the orange flames rolling up and down, as if calling what, like dancing in joy. People, things, China, the Spring Festival is becoming more and more intense, bringing 20xx new weather!
The Spring Festival rich in the rich years, the rich people.
英文作文 篇6
The Spring Festival is the first traditional festival of the Chinese people in one year. It marks the end of the old year of the lunar calendar and the new year has begun. The annual evening meal is one of the important activities of the new year's Eve. The families of the Chinese people attach great importance to the rice. They often offer sacrifices to their ancestors before meals, and also set off firecrackers.
In the year thirty, everyone was in the house with his family, and his aunt came to our family for dinner. Father, mother and aunt in the kitchen to wash dishes, chopping, cooking busy grandpa and uncle will be in full swing, in the preparation of dishes, only me and my brother playing computer in a leisurely.
After a long time, with a mother's voice, "come and eat the year's dinner." My little raced to the table. Wow, the annual dinner is good, there are: lamb kebabs, chicken legs, steamed fish... I looked at the "three thousand feet of the mouth water". When dad finished the firecracker, we had to eat it. I began to "occupy" a big chicken leg, and then I ate a lot of mutton. At this time, everyone stood up and began to drink to each other, but I still sat on the chair and ate the dishes, because the dishes were so delicious. After a while, I also take a drink to honor everyone.
We are all immersed in the atmosphere of joy. We have joy and pleasure to talk about the unforgettable fun and new year's wishes in the past year.
英文作文 篇7
Now it's summer, and it's going to rise in grade six again. In order to have no barriers to study in grade six, I specially formulated a plan for the summer vacation. The plan is as follows:
First, Chinese. My composition level is not very good, mainly because my mentality is not open, the accumulation of small, so in the summer vacation every day 2 hours out of reading masterpiece, summarize their experience and experience to write a few article about. 30 compositions are published on the request of the teacher. My writing has problems such as careless and illegible writing. In summer vacation, whether I am writing a composition or doing other homework, I will pay more attention to writing the words bigger and more neat, and strive to not lose the score in the future exams.
Second, mathematics. My math scores have always been the best in my class. The biggest problem is that I often have some small problems. To this end, I intend to do some math problems, and try to do some Olympiad questions, and strive for every math problem to be done quickly and accurately.
Third, English. My English reading and writing level can be, but there are some gaps in the hearing, the summer vacation in Cambridge to learn English at the same time, listen to some English tapes, do some listening exercises every morning, took out half an hour listening to English tapes in Cambridge, listening for a raise.
Fourth, extracurricular interest. I'm very talented in fine arts and I love fine arts. This summer vacation, I also participated in the art class training to consolidate the improvement of the level of water powder painting. I also have a special interest in computers. I strive to win the consent of my parents. I can do some small works online and play some games after completing the learning tasks according to plan everyday.
Fifth, life. Before, every day I have to hand clothing, eat a ready-cooked meal day, in addition to learning what is not dry, from the beginning of this summer, I decided to help my mother do some housework, exercise their self-care ability. For example, take the time to help the mother brush the bowl, wash clothes, clean the health and so on.
In the summer vacation, I want to strictly ask myself, all the time to be an excellent young pioneer, with a new face to meet the start of the new term.
英文作文 篇8
Prayer for My Mother
Dear God:
Now that I am no longer young， I have friends whose mothers have passed away。 I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers until it was too late to tell them。
I am blessed with the dear mother who is still alive。 I appreciate her more each day。My mother does not change，but l do。 As I grow older and wiser， I realize what an extraordinary person she is。 How sad that l am unable to speak these words in her presence， but they flow easily from my pen。
How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love， patience and just plain hard work that go into raising a child? For running after a toddler， for understanding a moody teenager， for tolerating a college student who knows everything? For waiting for the clay when a daughter realizes how wise her mother really is?
How does a grown woman thank a mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready with advice (when asked) or remaining silent when it is most appreciated? For not saying，"1 told you so，"when she could have uttered these words dozens of times? For being essentially herself--loving， thoughtful， patient， and forgiving?
I don＇t know how， dear God， except to ask you to bless her as richly as she deserves and to help me live up to the example she has set。 I pray that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine。
--A daughter
为母亲祈祷
亲爱的上帝：
由于我已不再年轻，我的一些朋友的母亲已经过世了。我听到这些子女说他们从未充分珍惜过母爱，而待他们意识到这一点时为时已晚。
有幸我母亲还健在，我对她的感激之情与日剧增。母亲未变但我变了。随着年龄的增长，心智逐渐成熟，我才意识到母亲的伟大。我感到悲哀，这些话在她面前我就说不出来，但却可以轻松地出现在我的笔下。
一个女儿应如何感谢她的母亲给予了她生命?如何回报母亲在养育孩子时所付出的爱、耐心和辛勤的劳作?还有她跟在蹒跚学步的孩子后面跑或她对情绪多变的青少年的理解及对饱读诗书的大学生的容忍，以及她耐心的`等候，直到女儿意识到她的伟大之处的那一天的到来?
一位成年女性应如何感谢母亲仍继续扮演她的角色?是因为在女儿向她请教时能随时给予建议或在建议得到女儿的感激时她会保持沉默；还是因为她不说“这事我告诉过你”，而本来她能多次重复这句话的；或者是因为她就是一个自爱、考虑周到而又有耐心和宽容之人?
上帝啊，除了请求您保佑她尽可能得到她应得到的并帮我向她树立的榜样看齐外，我不知道再求您做什么啦。我祈祷我在子女的眼中能像母亲在我眼中一样美好。
——一个女儿
英文作文 篇9
Today, I went to Aston's Christmas with my good friend.
The teacher told us a story about Christmas, when Jesus often helps the poor, the landlord is very hate him, and finally one day, Jesus was nailed on the cross, alive, let the fire burn. The teacher also told us that Jesus was born in December 25th, people in order to commemorate him, it is set for Christmas day.
The teacher said the main content of this activity has two, one is to do the game, which includes pushing car, snow and treasure house full of gifts. The other is to make food, mainly to make fruit salad and sandwich.
The most popular is the snow treasure, the rules of the game are: each of the students take turns with eyes covered with cloth, behind several classmates called: "drill, right, to the left......." Which group in the "cotton" in the pile to find the building blocks, which group on the victory. This process is very intense. We laugh you push me, I push you, laughing and talking, playing very happy.
Then, we tasted the fruit salad and sandwich. The production of the sandwich is very simple, just take two slices of bread, and then add some tomato sauce, ham can be.
Finally, we received a gift from Santa Claus. This Christmas Party is really fun.
英文作文 篇10
Goal means something wants to achieve in the future, and we set different goals because of many factors. For example, our parents taught us how to do person who is a moral man. Everyone has their own goals, but I think that the older I grow, the higher goal I should set.
A person’s goal can’t be very hard to achieve. Let me tell you a story. Annual Marathon started. In this time of marathon match, many strong athletes joined in .Though a humble man also took part in this time of Marathon match; people didn’t look to further increase. To everyone’s surprise, this man won the match. After the match, people asked him what the secret of match, and he said “I turned the distance into many small journeys, when I achieved one, I set another higher goal.”
Life is so. We can turn our live goal into many small goals, don’t try to deal with all the difficult problem. When we grow older, our brain will become more intelligent, we shall set a higher goal to reach. If you work out the big trouble slowly, step by step, may be you will find it not difficult to achieve.
So just set the higher goal when we reach one, it will help us to have the ability to target the present, to provide you with an important means of self-assessment, to make you realize the value of the live.
The older I grow, the higher goal I set. Work towards the suitable goal, you can become the winner.