学英语作文8篇（经典）
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学英语作文 篇1
The longing summer vacation is approaching, it is the best part of the school year for me. I cannot let the holidays elapse meaninglessly, my vacation should be a phase of harvest. The events in my plan should give me a sense of infinite potential.
The following plan may reveal the intensity of my desire to travel, work and study in this vacation. In the first few days I want to climb Mount Hua Shan with several friends to refresh ourselves. Then I tend to visit relatives, senior school teachers and former classmates. Besides, to find out the best ways to cultivate my abilities, I will find a part time job and conduct some social investigation.
In short, I want to do interesting things in the summer vacation. Whatever I do, the goal is the same: to get necessary experience, acquire knowledge and broaden my horizons. Though the six week vacation will paaway at lightning speed, its influence is bound to last long.
学英语作文 篇2
day had broken cold and gray, eceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little traveled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland。 it was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, ecusing the act to himself by looking at his watch。 it was nine oclock。 there was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky。 it was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun。 this fact did not worry the man。 he was used to the lack of sun。 it had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more-days must pass before that cheerful orb, due south, would just peep above the sky-line and dip immediately from view。
the man flung a look back along the way he had come。 the yukon lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice。 on top of this ice were as many feet of snow。 it was all pure white, rolling in gentle, undulations where the ice jams of the freeze-up had formed。 north and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, save for a dark hairline that curved and twisted from around the spruce-covered island to the south, and that curved and twisted away into the north, where it disappeared behind another spruce-covered island。 this dark hair-line was the trail--the main trail--that led south five hundred miles to the chilcoot pass, dyea, and salt water; and that led north seventy miles to dawson, and still on to the north a thousand miles to nulato, and finally to st。 michael on bering sea, a thousand miles and half a thousand more。
but all this--the mysterious, far-reaching hair-line trail。 the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it all--made no impression on the man。 it was not because he was long used to it。 he was a newcomer! in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter。 the trouble with him was that he was without imagination。 he was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances。 fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost。 such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all。 it did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon mans frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and mans place in the universe。 fifty degrees below zero stood forte bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks。 fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero。 that there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never entered his head。
as he turned to go on, he spat speculatively。 there was a sharp, eplosive crackle that startled him。 he spat again。 and again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled。 he knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air。 undoubtedly it was colder than fifty below--how much colder he did not know。 but the temperature did not matter。 he was bound for the old claim on the left fork of henderson creek, where the boys were already。 they had come over across the divide from the indian creek country, while he had come the roundabout way to take; a look at the possibilities of getting out logs in the spring from the islands in the yukon。 he would be in to camp by si oclock; a bit after dark, it was true, but the boys would be there, a fire would be going, and a hot supper would be ready。 as for lunch, he pressed his hand against the protruding bundle under his jacket。 it was also under his shirt, wrapped up in a handkerchief and lying against the naked skin。 it was the only way to keep the biscuits from freezing。 he smiled agreeably to himself as he thought of those biscuits, each cut open and sopped in bacon grease, and each enclosing a generous slice of fried bacon。
he plunged in among the big spruce trees。 the trail was faint。 a foot of snow had fallen since the last sled had passed over, and he was glad he was without a sled, traveling light。 in fact, he carried nothing but the lunch wrapped in the handkerchief。 he was surprised, however, at the cold。 it certainly was cold, he concluded as he rubbed his numb nose and cheek-bones with his mittened hand。 he was a warm-whiskered man, but the hair on his face did not protect the high cheek-bones and the eager nose that thrust itself aggressively into the frosty air。
at the mans heels trotted a dog, a big native husky, the proper wolfdog, gray-coated and without any visible or temperamental difference from its brother, the wild wolf。 the animal was depressed by the tremendous cold。 it knew that it was no time for traveling。 its instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the mans judgment。 in reality, it was not merely colder than fifty below zero; it was colder than sity below, than seventy below。 it was seventy-five below zero。 since the freezing point is thirty-two above zero, it meant that one hundred and seven degrees of frost obtained。 the dog did not know anything about thermometers。 possibly in its brain there was no sharp consciousness of a condition of very cold such as was in the mans brain。 but the brute had its instinct。 it eperienced a vague but menacing apprehension that subdued it and made it slink along at the mans heels, and that made it question eagerly every unwonted movement of the man as if epecting him to go into camp or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire。 the dog had learned fire, and it wanted fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cuddle its warmth away from the air。
the frozen moisture of its breathing had settled on its fur in a fine powder of frost, and especially were its jowls, muzzle, and eyelashes whitened by its crystalled breath。 the mans red beard and mustache were likewise frosted, but more solidly, the deposit taking the form of ice and increasing with every warm, moist breath he ehaled。 also, the man was chewing tobacco, and the muzzle of ice held his lips so rigidly that he was unable to clear his chin when he epelled the juice。 the result was that a crystal beard of the color and solidity of amber was increasing its length on his chin。 if he fell down it would shatter itself, like glass, into brittle fragments。 but he did not mind the appendage。 it was the penalty all tobacco-chewers paid in that country, and he had been out before in two cold snaps。 they had not been so cold as this, he knew, but by the spirit thermometer at sity mile he knew they had been registered at fifty below and at fifty-five。
he held on through the level stretch of woods for several miles, crossed a wide flat of rigger-heads, and dropped down a bank to the frozen bed of a small stream。 this was henderson creek, and he knew he was ten miles from the forks。 he looked at his watch。 it was ten oclock。 he was making four miles an hour, and he calculated that he would arrive at the forks at half-past twelve。 he decided to celebrate that event by eating his lunch there。
the dog dropped in again at his heels, with a tail drooping discouragement, as the man swung along the creek-bed。 the furrow of the old sled-trail was plainly visible, but a dozen inches of snow covered the marks of the last runners。 in a month no man had come up or down that silent creek。 the man held steadily on。 he was not much given to thinking, and just then particularly he had nothing to think about save that he would eat lunch at-the forks and that at si oclock he would be in camp with the boys。 there was nobody to talk to; and, had there been, speech would have been impossible because of the ice-muzzle on his mouth。 so he continued monotonously to chew tobac
学英语作文 篇3
College Graduates Work as Village Officials 大学生当村干部
There is no denying the fact that it is a hotly debated topic today how college graduates should choose their careers. Some time ago, it was reported that some college graduates chose to work as village officials. To this people’s attitudes differ sharply. Some hold the positive view while others are against it. As far as I am concerned, I believe that it is a wise choice.
On the one hand, college graduates can contribute a lot to the development of the countryside. First, they can apply their professional knowledge there. Secondly, they can introduce new concepts to the countryside and speed the development of rural culture. As a result, the gap between the city and the countryside can well be bridged.
On the other hand, these graduates can benefit a lot from working as village officials. While too many college graduates are fighting for the handful of positions in big cities, these graduates can find themselves a wider stage of development and realize their value.
Therefore, college graduates working as village officials is a win-win choice and more graduates should be encouraged to work in the countryside.
学英语作文 篇4
每个人都有自己的乐趣，我的乐趣就是学英语了。
我从小就很好奇英语是什么？上了小学我就明白英语原来是一种语言。到了三年级，英语越来越难了，不再像一、二年级那样只是读和背，而且还要会写。妈妈给我报了一个学英语的兴趣班。
兴趣班的名字叫树童英语，英文名简写是STL，我从1B开始学，现在学到3B，在这几年里，令我印象最深刻的那节课就是2A的汇报课。
第一个环节是老师请爸爸或妈妈上台用小棒点屏幕上的单词，点哪个，我就读哪个单词，考考我的单词拼读能力，我读对了5个。第二个环节是读课文，每个同学轮着抽签，抽到哪课就读哪课，我抽到了第3课我们的老师，我读得很快，读完后老师指出我的错误，说我读错了两个单词。第三个环节是老师和我们一起玩了一个游戏，用单词造句，老师说一个单词，我们就把句子写在自己的本子上，游戏规则是不可以看别人的，游戏开始了，老师说出一个我们没有学过的`单词，大家都听不懂，老师只好用一些搞笑的动作来表达，我们看了以后，哈哈大笑，大家很快猜出来了，连忙在自己的本子上写句子。最后一个环节，就是颁奖环节，在2A这个学期里，我被评为“进步之星”。
树童英语不但可以让我学到许多知识，还可以让我感受更多学英语的乐趣。
学英语作文 篇5
三年级时，我开始学英语，已经五十一岁的妈妈竟嚷着要陪我一起学。我百思不得其解，笑她道：“老来学皮匠，难道您想到外交部当翻译？”妈妈笑而不语。
此后，每当我读英语时，妈妈都会认真地跟着我读。最初，妈妈常常是嘴巴张着，却没声音;或是脸憋得通红，就是发不准音。每次看到妈妈“为难”的样子，我都故意读得很快，一看她跟不上，我便哈哈大笑。可没过多久，妈妈的英语水平一下子提高了，不仅发音标准，还能指出我的发音错误！
咦？咋回事？妈妈是怎么做到的.呢？我很纳闷。疑团终于揭晓了——
那天晚上，我洗漱完准备睡觉，突然聽到客厅有人在用英语唱《生日快乐歌》，难道爸爸妈妈趁我睡觉了偷偷庆祝生日？我悄悄地起床，溜到门边，将门拉开一条缝往外看，原来是妈妈在唱歌。只见她左手拿着我的英语书，右手指着单词，嘴巴做出各种夸张的形状，一遍一遍地跟着手机里的录音唱。原来妈妈在偷偷学英语呢！看到这一幕，我心里酸酸的，我不应该瞧不起妈妈，更不应该捉弄妈妈。妈妈真的很勤奋，怪不得她进步那么快、那么大！
看着妈妈认真学习的样子，我惭愧地低下了头，也明白了她的良苦用心。小时候的她几乎没上过英语课，可她怕我刚接触英语跟不上，竟然选择了陪我学英语的“笨”办法。
最好的爱便是陪伴，有这样的妈妈，我发自内心的感激和骄傲！
学英语作文 篇6
i didnt cry when i learned i was the parent of a mentally handicapped child. i just sat still and didnt say anything while my husband and i were informed that two-year-old kristi was - as we suspected - retarded.
go ahead and cry, the doctor advised kindly. helps prevent serious emotional difficulties.
serious difficulties notwithstanding, i couldnt cry then nor during the months that followed.
when kristi was old enough to attend school, we enrolled her in our neighborhood schools kindergarten at age seven.
it would have been comforting to cry the day i left her in that room full of self-assured, eager, alert five-year-olds.kristi had spent hour upon hour playing by herself, but this moment, when she was the different child among twenty, was probably the loneliest she had ever known.
however, positive things began to happen to kristi in her school, and to her schoolmates, too. when boasting of their own accomplishments, kristis classmates always took pains to praise her as well: kristi got all her spelling words right today. no one bothered to add that her spelling list was easier than anyone elses.
during kristis second year in school, she faced a very traumatic eperience. the big public event of the term was a competition based on a culmination of the years music and physical education activities. kristi was way behind in both銆?music and motor coordination. my husband and i dreaded the day as well.
on the day of the program, kristi pretended to be sick. desperately i wanted to keep her home. why let kristi fail in a gymnasium filled with parents, students and teachers? what a simple solution it would be just to let my child stay home. surely missing one program couldnt matter. but my conscience wouldnt let me off that easily. so i practically shoved a pale, reluctant kristi onto the school bus and proceeded to be sick myself.
just as i had forced my daughter to go to school, now i forced myself to go to the program. it seemed that it would never be time for kristis group to perform. when at last they did, i knew why kristi had been worried. her class was divided into relay teams. with her limp and slow, clumsy reactions, she would surely hold up her team.
the performance went surprisingly well, though, until it was time for the gunnysack race. now each child had to climb into a sack from a standing position, hop to a goal line, return and climb out of the sack.
i watched kristi standing near the end of her line of players, looking frantic.
but as kristis turn to participate neared, a change took place in her team. the tallest boy in the line stepped behind kristi and placed his hands on her waist. two other boys stood a little ahead of her. the moment the player in front of kristi stepped from the sack, those two boys grabbed the sack and held it open while the tall boy lifted kristi and dropped her neatly into it. a girl in front of kristi took her hand and supported her briefly until kristi gained her balance. then off she hopped, smiling and proud.
amid the cheers of teachers, schoolmates and parents, i crept off by myself to thank god for the warm, understanding people in life who make it possible for my disabled daughter to be like her fellow human beings.
then i finally cried.
学英语作文 篇7
I have a dream, when I grow up, I want to be a singer. Since I saw the TV show Supergirl, I was attracted by their wonderful voices, I want to be one of them, singing the beautiful songs, and let people watch at me. I like singing so much now, I will sing now and then, I can remember many songs. Singing brings me so much happiness.
学英语作文 篇8
Hi!my name is tess. I am a girl.l can speak english very well.I like english very much. I am thin and tall.I am ten years old.I am lovely ,too.I look like a big pig.I like my tachers.I like my school.it＇s big. It＇s beautiful. It＇s clean.there are three buildings in my school.One is school building .One is dance studio.The other is dormetory.There is a playground, too.We can play on it.i like everything!
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