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英文作文 篇1
I had a good time during Spring Festival.
This morning,I got up at six o'clock.Then I brushed my teeth and washed my face.After that,I had breakfast with my parents.
At noon,I went to my grandparents' house and visited my aunts,uncles and cousins.In the afternoon,we made dumplings together.
In the evening,we had dumplings,sweet and sour pork,and lots of nice dishes for dinner.
After dinner,my parents and I went home.We set off fireworks and went to bed then.
We were all very happy.
That was a nice Spring Festival.
英文作文 篇2
One day, I met a dog on the road. Rained there from time to time in its ground, the puppy squat down in the road, looked helpless to see its whole body long yellow hairs, both of us each other across the street, look, I found it on the forehead with a pinch of prismatic white fluff, dark and liquid eyes, I have looked at me, wow! Should be a beautiful dog dog, my mind immediately think of the typical Indian beauty.
Suddenly, there's a car in front of my eyes, I set eyes on see, the dog was splashing car sewage rain like a drowned rat, water dripping drops down from the hair, hair hanging down, then, a gust of wind blowing, the dog is so poor in the trembling.
I hesitate to go the dog in the past, I am going to help it find a home? Still want to keep it? I squatted beside the dog and the dog friendly towards me. At this moment, I decided: if you can't find it, I will give it a home.
参考翻译
有一天，我在路上遇见了一只小狗。下过雨的地面还时不时有一滩滩积水，这只小狗蹲在马路边，无助的张望着，只见它全身长着黄黄的绒毛，我们俩隔着马路相望，细看下，我发现它额头上长着一撮棱形的.白绒毛，乌溜溜的大眼睛，直勾勾得看着我，哇!应该是只美女狗狗吧，我脑子里立刻想到了典型的印度美女。
突然，有辆车在我眼前驶过，我定眼一看，小狗被汽车溅起的污水淋得像个“落汤鸡”，水珠滴滴答答得顺着毛往下滴，绒毛向下垂挂着，这时，一阵风吹过，小狗就这样可怜的在那瑟瑟发抖。
我犹豫地向小狗走过去，我是要帮它找到家呢?还是要养它呢?我蹲在小狗身边，小狗亲切的向我靠近。这时，我决定：要是找不到它的家，我就会给它一个家。
英文作文 篇3
At Christmas time, I will always bless my classmates who have walked through fifty difficult steps with me. This year I will use this composition as a special gift to express my deep blessing to him.
The past always keeps me fresh. The student is very tall. He always looks serious, but he always smiles on his face when he helps others. We have always been a very good playing partner. Remember, that's my Christmas day in grade two. It's a bit slippery on the ground under the drizzle. When we took turns shooting, I sprained my feet after landing, but I couldn't even stand up. After he saw it, he put down the ball immediately, gently lifted me up, and slowly helped me into the teaching building. From his eyes, I could see a bit of worry. I knew he was worried about whether I could walk up to the four floor classroom.
There are fifty steps to go up to the four floor classroom, because our speed is very slow, so that we just walked to the two floor, and the bell rang. I asked him to go quickly, but he said, "after I leave, how do you get there? I'd like to stay. " Looking at his solemn expression, listening to his firm words and feeling his powerful arm, suddenly a warm current came to his heart, and the pain seemed to ease a lot. With his support, one step and one stop, we strolled fifty steps hard. These fifty steps left me with the love of my classmates. This is the special Christmas gift that I got that year!
I switched to school in XX, but I can never forget the story of that Christmas. This year's Christmas is coming. Today is drizzle. I'm here to bless him and I together to a good middle school, and hope we can play basketball happily together.
英文作文 篇4
The Devotion of Love 爱的奉献
Dear friends, you may have heard the song--The Devotion of Love. It has been very popular since 1988, and is enjoyed by more and more people. Why? Because it has been sung for the people. As long as everyone devotes a little love, the world will be even more beautiful.Whenever I hear the song, I can't help thinking of my dear teacher,Mr. Wang. He gave his life to the cause of education. He will be remembered as an engineer of the soul forever. As his student, I will never forget those days that we spent together.
He was a kind and warm-hearted man. The moment I saw him, I felt as if he were my father. In class, he was strict in our studies. But in the spare time, he was our good friend. He often taught us how to play the violin, to sing, and to draw pictures. He cared not only for our studies but also for our minds. Whenever we had difficulties in our studies or in our daily life, he would encourage us to overcome them. When we failed in our exams, he would help us, "Don't lose heart, work harder and you will succeed." On his holidays, he would give up his rest to help those who had difficulty in their studies so that they could catch up with the other students. He was just like a candle, burning himself away to provide light for other. He was such a good teacher that all of us loved and respected him.
But a year ago, word came that Mr. Wang died of cancer. Hearing this, I couldn't help crying. I remember the song of Small Grass: No sweeter than a flower, no taller than a tree…. Small grass is ordinary, but grand. Mr. Wang is a blade of small grass. He gave his students all his love. Mr. Wang will live in our hearts forever.
A Service of Love 爱的奉献
When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
Joe came out of the Middle West with a genius for pictorial art2. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with an important citizen passing it hurriedly. This work was framed3 and hung in the drug store window. At twenty he left for New York.
Delia did things in music so well in a pine-tree village in the South that her relatives raised a little money for her to go “North” and “finish.” They could not see her, but that is our story.
Joe and Delia met in a studio where a number of art and music students had gathered to discuss all kinds of arts.
Joe and Delia fell in love with each other, and in a short time were married—for, when one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
The couple began housekeeping in a flat. It was a lonely flat. And they were happy; for they had their Art and they had each other.
Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister—you know his fame. His fees are high; his lessons are light—his high-lights have brought him fame. Delia was studying under Rosenstock—a very strict piano teacher.
They were very happy as long as their money lasted. So is everybody. Their aims were very clear. They hoped their arts could bring them wealth and fame.
But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat—the warm chats after the day’s study; the comfortable dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions4; the mutual help and inspiration; and meat and cheese sandwiches at 11 p. m.
But after a while Art flagged5. It sometimes does, even if nobody flags it. Everything going out and nothing coming in. Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Rosenstock their prices. When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard. So, Delia said she must give music lessons to make a living.
For two or three days she went out hunting for pupils. One evening she came home happily.
“Joe, dear,” she said, “I’ve a pupil. And, oh, the loveliest people! General—General Pinkney’s daughter—on Seventy-first Street. Such a splendid house, Joe—you ought to see the front door! Byzantine6. I think you would call it. And inside! Oh, Joe, I never saw anything like it before.
“My pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her already. She’s a delicate thing—dresses always in white; and the sweetest, simplest manners! Only eighteen years old. I’m to give three lessons a week; and, just think, Joe! $5 a lesson. I don’t mind it a bit; for when I get two or three more pupils I can once again take up my lessons with Rosenstock. Now, smooth out that wrinkle between your brows7, dear, and let’s have a nice supper.”
“That’s all right for you, Dele,” said Joe, opening a can of peas with a carving knife, “but how about me? Do you think I’m going to let you hurry for wages while I enjoy the taste of high art? No! I guess I can do something, and bring in a dollar or two.”
Delia came and hung about his neck.
“Joe, dear, you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had left my music and gone to work at something else. While I teach I learn. I am always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on $15 a week. You mustn’t think of leaving Mr. Magister.”
“All right,” said Joe, reaching for the vegetable dish. “But I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isn’t Art. But you’re great and a dear to do it.”
“When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard,” said Delia.
“Magister praised the sky in that sketch8 I made in the park,” said Joe. “And Tinkle gave me permission to hang two of them in his window. I may sell one if the right kind of a rich fellow sees them.”
“I’m sure you will,” said Delia sweetly. “And now let’s be thankful for General Pinkney and this roast.”
During all of the next week the couple had an early breakfast. Joe was excited about some sketches he was doing in Central Park, and Delia prepared breakfast for him, praised, and kissed at seven o’clock. It was most times seven o’clock when he returned in the evening.
At the end of the week Delia, sweetly proud but tired, threw three five-dollar bills on the 8 by 10 (inches) centre table of the 8 by 10 (feet) flat room9.
“Sometimes,” she said, “Clementina tires me. I’m afraid she doesn’t practise enough, and I have to tell her the same things so often. And then she always dresses entirely in white, and that does get monotonous10. But General Pinkney is the dearest old man! I wish you could know him, Joe. He comes in sometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano and stands there pulling his white beard. ‘And how are the semiquavers and the demi-semiquavers progressing11?’ he always asks.
“I wish you could see the wainscoting in that drawing-room, Joe!”
And then Joe, with the air of a Monte Cristo12, drew out a ten, a five, a two and a one—all legal notes13—and laid them beside Delia’s earnings.
“Sold that water-colour to a man from Peoria,” he announced happily.
“Don’t joke with me,” said Delia—“not from Peoria!”
“All the way. I wish you could see him, Dele. Fat man with a woolen coat. He saw the sketch in Tinkle’s window and thought it was a windmill14 and bought it anyhow. He ordered another—an oil sketch of the Lackawanna freight depot15—to take back with him. Music lessons! Oh, I guess Art is still in it.”
“I’m so glad you’ve kept on,” said Delia heartily. “You’re sure to win, dear. Thirty-three dollars! We never had so much to spend before. We’ll have a rich dinner to-night.”
On the next Saturday evening Joe reached home first. He spread his $18 on the table and washed what seemed to be a great deal of dark paint from his hands.
Half an hour later Delia arrived, her right hand tied up in a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages16.
“How is this?” asked Joe after the usual greetings.
Delia laughed, but not very joyously.
“Clementina,” she explained, “insisted upon a Welsh rabbit17 after her lesson. She is such a strange girl. Welsh rabbits at five in the afternoon. The General was there. You should have seen him run for the chafing dish18, Joe, just as if there wasn’t a servant in the house. I know Clementina isn’t in good health; she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled19 a great lot of it, boiling hot, over my hand and wrist. It hurt terribly, Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry! But General Pinkney!—Joe, that old man nearly went crazy. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody out to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesn’t hurt so much now.”
“What’s this?” asked Joe, taking the hand softly and pulling at some white strands20 under the bandages.
“It’s something soft,” said Delia, “that had oil on it. Oh, Joe, did you sell another sketch?” She had seen the money on the table.
“Did I?” said Joe. “Just ask the man from Peoria. He got his sketch today, and he isn’t sure but he thinks he wants another parkscape and a view on the Hudson21. What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Dele?”
“Five o’clock, I think,” said Dele . “The iron—I mean the rabbit came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen General Pinkney, Joe, when—”
“Sit down here a moment, Dele,” said Joe. He drew her to the couch, sat down beside her and put his arm across her shoulders.
“What have you been doing for the last two weeks, Dele?” he asked.
She sat in silence for a moment or two with an eye full of love, and murmured a phrase or two of General Pinkney; but at last down went her head and out came the truth and tears.
“I couldn’t get any pupils,” she said. “And I couldn’t bear to have you give up your lessons; and I got a place ironing shirts in that big Twenty-fourth Street laundry22. And I think I did very well to make up both General Pinkney and Clementina, don’t you, Joe? And when a girl in the laundry set down a hot iron on my hand this afternoon I was all the way home making up that story about the Welsh rabbit. You’re not angry, are you, Joe? And if I hadn’t got the work you mightn’t have sold your sketches to that man from Peoria.”
“He wasn’t from Peoria,” said Joe slowly.
“Well, it doesn’t matter where he was from. How clever you are, Joe—and—kiss me, Joe—and what made you ever think that I wasn’t giving music lessons to Clementina?”
“I didn’t,” said Joe, “until to-night. And I wouldn’t have then, only I sent up this cotton waste and oil from the engine-room this afternoon for a girl upstairs who had her hand burned with an iron. I’ve been firing the engine in that laundry for the last two weeks.”
“And then you didn’t—”
“My purchaser23 from Peoria,” said Joe, “and General Pinkney are both creations24 of the same art—but you wouldn’t call it either painting or music.”
And then they both laughed, and Joe began:
“When one loves one’s Art no service seems—”
But Delia stopped him with her hand on his lips. “No,” she said—“just ‘When one loves.’”
英文作文 篇5
Everybody will have failure.The failure is a successful mother, if there is no failure, that will not have results to show an achievement.Really, the successful man is very happy, they own fresh flowers, applause.But the person, who fail, own of only have lonesome with unfrequented.In fact, we should go to more honorific is those person of[with] failures.Because, there is failure, just have results to show an achievement.
Fail don‘t mean you is a for failed, fail to just mean you haven‘t succeeded; Fail don‘t mean you a have no become, fail to mean you get experience; Fail don‘t mean you are a stupid person who don‘t know to improvise, failing to mean you have Attic faith; Fail don‘t mean you have to has been suppressing not and quickly, failing to mean you take pleasure in trying.......
This is the failure, precious failure.
英文作文 篇6
This morning, wang yiyang, a small mechanic, shouted, "it's April fool's day, it's April fool's day.
You know what? You can play jokes on each other, but you can't be angry with each other. We were all excited to hear what he said, and we were planning to do a vigorous action together.
Before the third math class in the morning, the little mischievous li wei moved his chair, and the two books were quietly placed on top of the door. I couldn't help laughing at the thought of the math teacher coming in and being "smashed". Suddenly, the door ", noting "1 open, come in female classmate is gentle and quiet," pa "a ring after two books impartial heads of gentle and quiet," oh, "she smiled and blame," who did it?" I said, "I don't know who did it. I just know the book fell on your head." "Hahaha... "There was a laugh behind me.
How can we stop until we get to the main goal? I was also a mastermind, picked up the book from the ground, set foot on the chair, and once again put the book on the door. The little clever wang yi Yang cooperate with me, carefully close the door, small eyes still stare at the top of the door, see that he is afraid "hit" to his own funny, everybody is a burst of laughter again.
"Here, here! We waited for 10 minutes, and at the end of the room, honghui reported to the headquarters. We all held our breath, waiting for the show to happen, for fear of missing every detail.
The door opened again 1 to "zhi", then "pa" 1, two books, like eyes, turned to fly to the math teacher big brains, the math teacher didn't understand what's going on? A sound "bang", the classroom has blasted pot, and laughing their heads off to the left of the several classmates in the middle of a few classmates are all out of breath, several male students laughed behind even bear the body, to sit on the floor. Seeing us like this, the mathematics teacher not only not angry, but also laughed aloud. See the math teacher laugh, we more huan, some embrace together, some striking table, zong to also washed up on the podium, pulled the math teacher's hand, as if in sympathy: "my good teacher, are you okay?" The maths teacher's smiling face is staring, "pretend" angrily say: "who did?" We all agreed, "I don't know." "Heh heh... There was another burst of laughter in the classroom...
Haha, fool good, April fool's day.
英文作文 篇7
It was in 20xx that Chinese people held the twenty-ninth Olympics. But on May’s the twentieth day in this year, happened a disaster occurred. It was wenchuan earthquake. one of the most serious earthquakes in Chinese history. The earthquake is the most destructive one and it affected a wide area. It made millions of people homeless and lose their relatives.
This earthquake left me a deep impression,and by this earthquake, I learned to treasure.such as treasuring time, treasuring friendship, treasuring own relatives, and spending more time in staying with your parents and all people of loving you. Because disaster is merciless and frightening, it comes without being certain and life is fragile, so you should treasure you having learn to use your merciful heart to forgive and pardon others.
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