【精选】英语作文锦集9篇

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【精选】英语作文锦集9篇

英语作文篇1

　　As the Christmas Day is coming, our class decided to send some gifts to our teachers, because we wanted to show our gratitude to them. At first, we had no idea what to buy, because we wanted to do something special. So at last an idea came to my mind. I advised to write a card, pasting some pictures of classmates on it. Everybody agreed with me, so we spent a day to take some funny pictures, and everybody wrote down their names on the card. When we sent this gift to the teachers, they loved it so much. They were so impressed by this precious surprise and would keep it forever.

英语作文篇2

　　The New Year is coming, this is the holiday that children have been waiting for! I think the New Year is coming, I can put on my beautiful new clothes, I can get more lucky money, and I can play with my sister. And the adults are preparing for the year before, cleaning the health, preparing the New Year, and another New Year.

　　Walking on the street, the lights are everywhere, a jubilant atmosphere. The old people smiled happily, the children showed a happy smile, the adults had a good harvest, and everyone was getting good luck in the past year. There is a big "fu" on the door of the family home. I asked my father, "why do you put the word" fu "upside down?" "Because it means" good ". "Dad explained. At this time, in the distance someone is in fireworks, fireworks a whoosh, breaking though the sky pieces like the petals of fireworks burst open again, formed the countless stars twinkle in the night sky, the color of the colorful, beautiful.

　　What a busy New Year! We can explore more mysteries in the sea of knowledge.

英语作文篇3

　　Here is a small zoo. I like the tiger, although they are very ugly, but very imposing. Also has the national treasure panda, they are a little shy, does not dare to look at us. Who are those? they are elephants, you look at they to be huge, also has a point to be the interesting. I do not like the lion, they compare the tiger clown, is also unimposing.

　　This is the small zoo.

英语作文篇4

　　This summer vacation， I went to Beijing.

　　It was a very great city!

　　We went to the Great Wall first.Like its name，it was very great.We can see many mountians around.

　　Then we went to visit Tian'an Men Square.It was also fantastic.

　　We lived in a small house in a Beijing Hutung， it was a traditional Beijing building called 'four-section pound'.

　　I enjoyed myself a lot.

　　I love Beijing!

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英语作文篇5

　　as our society is developing,beside excellent academic achievememts,a qualified college student is also expected to cultivate various interests and capacity in social communicating,dealing with problems indepently.

　　today,virtue is the essence of all the noble and good characters.good college students should pay more attention to virtue cultivation. another term is patriotism.we should love our motherland and contribute to achieving more rapid development for the land where we were born and bred.

　　finally , stong health is a key factor.good health is the guarantee for achievement.

　　so we should be learned ,noble-minded and healthy so as to be qualified students.

英语作文篇6

　　参考提示：

　　1. Why is the school environment important?

　　2. What should we do to protect our school environment?

　　3. How will our school be like if we all protect it?

　　4.起始句：Taking care of our school and

　　Taking care of our school and protecting our school environment! A clean and pleasant environment is very important, because it can make us healthy and happy. It’s our duty to protect our school environment. We should clean the school every day. And we shouldn’t drop trash here and there. We should pick it up when we see trash on the ground. We shouldn’t draw on the wall. If we all like our school the same as we like our homes, our school will be more beautiful. We will enjoy our study better. Let’s protect our school environment from now on, shall we? (102 words)

英语作文篇7

　　ladies and gentlemen， i want to say something about trees。 as we know now trees are very important to human beings。 first of all， they benefit our health。

　　they send out oxygen for us to breathe。 we can't live without trees。secondly， trees can beautify our environment。

　　as trees are so important， we must do our best to protect them。 we must enforce the tree protection laws。 we must plant as many trees as possible。only in this way can we live happily in the beautiful world。

英语作文篇8

　　Do you know what I like? Summer vacation. I like it because I can go outside to play. If it rains, I can stay inside and play checkers. And this summer my family may go to Beijing, because we have not been there yet.

　　Do you know what I don't like? I don't like homework during summer vacation. “This is so difficult,” I complain. But once I begin to do it, I always stop complaining. I just try to finish it quickly so I can have a good time for the next two months!

　　作文翻译：

　　我眼中的夏天

　　你知道我喜欢什么吗?就是暑假。我喜欢暑假是因为我可以外出玩耍；要是下雨，我就可以在室内下棋。此外，今年夏天我们全家可能去北京，因为我们从未去过那儿。

　　你知道我不喜欢什么吗?我不喜欢暑期作业。我会抱怨说：“太难了！”不过，一旦开始写作业，我总是不再抱怨，只想快点做完它，这样接下来的两个月我才能过得开心！

英语作文篇9

　　was no possibility of taking a walk that day. we had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (mrs reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor eercise was now out of the question.

　　i was glad of it; i never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to eliza, john, and georgiana reed.

　　the said eliza, john, and georgiana were now clustered round their mamma in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fire side, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. me, she had dispensed from joining the group, saying, she regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from bessie, and could discover by her own observation that i was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner — something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were — she really must eclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy little children.

　　what does bessie say i have done? i asked.

　　jane, i dont like cavillers or questioners, besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.

　　a small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, i slipped in there. it contained a bookcase; i soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. i mounted into the window- seat: gathering up my feet, i sat cross- legged, like a turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, i was shrined in double retirement.

　　folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear november day. at intervals, while turning over the leaves in my book, i studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near, a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.

　　i returned to my book — bewicks history of british birds: the letter press thereof i cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as i was, i could not pass quite as a blank. they were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of the solitary rocks and promontories by them only inhabited; of the coast of norway, studded with isles from its southern etremity, the lindeness, or naze, to the north cape —

　　where the northern ocean, in vast whirls, boils round the naked, melancholy isles of farthest thule; and the atlantic surge pours in among the stormy hebrites.

　　nor could i pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of lapland, siberia, spitzbergen, nova zembla, iceland, greenland, with the vast sweep of the arctic zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space — that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in alpine heights above heights, surround the pole, and concentre the multiplied rigours of etreme cold . of these death-white realms i formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through childrens brains, but strangely impressive. the words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking.

　　i cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide.

　　the two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, i believed to be marine phantoms.

　　the fiend pinning down the thiefs pack behind him, i passed over quickly: it was an object of terror.

　　so was the black, horned thing seated aloof on a rock, surveying a distant crowd surrounding a gallows.

　　each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery-hearth, she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up mrs reeds lace frills, and crimped her nightcap borders, fed our eager attention with passages of love and adventure taked from old fairy tales and older ballads; or (as at a later period i discovered) from the pages of pamela, and henry, earl of moreland.

　　with bewick on my knee, i was then happy: happy at least in my way. i feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon. the breakfast- room door was opened.

　　boh! madam mope! cried the voice of john reed; then he paused: he found the room apparently empty.

　　where the dickens is she? he continued. lizzy! gcorgy! (calling to his sisters) jane is not here: tell mamma she is run out into the rain — bad animal!

　　it is well i drew the curtain, thought i, and i wished fervently he might not discover my hiding-place: nor would john reed have found it out himself; he was not quick either of vision or conception; but eliza just put her head in at the door, and said at once:

　　she is in the window-seat, to be sure, jack.

　　and i came out immediately, for i trembled at the idea of being dragged forth by the said jack.

　　what do you want? i asked with awkward diffidence.

　　say, "what do you want, master reed," was the answer. i want you to come here; and seating himself in an arrn-chair, he intimated by a gesture that i was to approach and stand before him.

　　john reed was a schoolboy of fourteen years old; four years older than i, for i was but ten; large and stout for his age, with a dingy and unwholesome skin; thick lineaments in a spacious visage, heavy limbs and large etremities. he gorged himself habitually at table, which made him bilious, and gave him a dim and bleared eye with flabby cheeks. he ought now to have been at school; but his mamma had taken him home for a month or two, on account of his dedicate health. mr. mila, the master, affirmed that he would do very well if he had fewer cakes and sweetmeat sent him from home; but the mothers heart turned from an opinion so harsh, and inclined rather to the more refined idea that johns sallowness was owing to over-application, and, perhaps to pining after home.

　　john had not much affection for his mother and sisters, and an antipathy to me. he bullied and punished me; not two or three times in the week, nor once or twice in a day, but continually: every nerve i had feared him, and every morsel of flesh on my bones shrank when he came near. there were moments when i was bewildered by the terror he inspired, because i had no appeal whatever against either his menaces or his inflictions; the servants did not like to offend their young master by taking my part against him, and mrs reed was blind and deaf on the subject: she never saw him strike or heard him abuse me, though he did both now and then in her very presence; more frequently, however, behind her back.

　　habitually obedient to john, i came up to his chair: he spent some three minutes in thrusting out his tongue at me as far as he could with out damaging the roots: i knew he would soon strike, and while dreading the blow, i mused on the disgusting and ugly appearance of him who would presently deal it. i wonder if he read that notion in my face; for, all at once, without speaking, he struck suddenly and strongly. i tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.

　　that is for your impudence in answering mamma a while since, said he, and for your sneaking way of getting behind curtains, and for the look you had in your eyes two minutes since, you rat!

　　accustomed to john recds abuse, i never had an idea of replying to it: my care was how to endure the blow which would certainly follow the insult.

　　what were you doing behind the curtain? he asked.

　　i was reading.

　　show the book.

　　i returned to the window and fetched it thence.

　　you have no business to take our books; you are a dependant, mamma says; you have no money; your father left you none; you ought to beg, and not to live here with gentlemens children like us, and eat the same meals we do, and wear clothes at our mammas epense. now, ill teach you to rummage my book-shelves: for they are mine; all the house belongs to me, or will do in a few years. go and stand by the door, out of the way of the mirror and the windows.

　　i did so, not at first aware what was his intention; but when i saw him lift and poise the book and stand in act to hurl it i instinctively started aside with a cry of alarm: not soon enough however; the volume was flung, it hit me, and i fell, striking my head against the door and cutting it. the cut bled, the pain was sharp: my terror had passed its clima; other feelings succeeded.

　　wicked and cruel boy! i said. you are like a murderer — you are like a slave-driver — you are like the roman emperors!

　　i had read goldsmiths history of rome, and had formed my opinion of nero, caligula, &c. also i had drawn parallels in silence, which i never thought thus to have declared aloud.

　　what! what! he cried. did she say that to me? did you hear her, eliza and georgiana? wont i tell mamma? but first —

　　he ran headlong at me: i felt him grasp my hair and my shoulder: he had dosed with a desperate thing. i really saw in him tyrant: a murderer. i felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down my neck, and was sensible of somewhat pungent suffering: these sensations for the time predominated over fear, and i received him in frantic sort. i dont very well know what i did with my hands, but he called me rat! rat! and bellowed out aloud. aid was near him: eliza and georgiana had run for mrs reed, who was gone upstairs; she now came upon the scene, followed by bessie and her maid abbot. we were parted: i heard the words: —

　　dear! dear! what a fury to fly at master john!

　　did ever anybody see such a picture of passion!

　　then mrs reed subjoined:

　　take her away to the red-room, and lock her in there. four hands were immediately laid upon me, and i was borne upstairs.

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