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学英语作文汇编[9篇]

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学英语作文汇编[9篇]

学英语作文篇1

　　Life is hard. We should not give up hope. By the time we have given up, we are finished. Chances are always there. We have to grab every single opportunity...to help, to love and to serve. To live our life happier, full of joy, we have to set our goal and even dream big. If we choose the shortest path in life, we will never learn. To be or not to be, we have to be SOMEBODY. The fastest way to gain love is to love others first!Do not hide your talent, your knowledge and your beautiful heart. Go for your dream and live for it.

　　生活是困难的。我们不应该放弃希望。我们已经放弃的时候,我们完成了。机会总是存在的。我们必须抓住每一个机会…帮助,爱和服务。住我们的生活更快乐,充满了快乐,我们必须设定我们的.目标,甚至梦想。如果我们选择生活的最短路径,我们将永远学不会。是或不是,我们必须有人。获得爱的最快途径是先爱别人!不要隐藏你的才华,你的知识和你的美丽的心。去你的梦想和生活。

学英语作文篇2

　　I have a happy family. There are four people in it. They are my father, my mother, my brother and I .My father is a doctor and my mother is a teacher. My brother and I are students. At weekends, we often go to the park. My parents love us very much. We love them too. This is my family. A sweet family.

学英语作文篇3

　　现在想来就有点小小的兴奋！我竟然会写英语了，而且自己理解看懂的。这得要回顾一下今儿的晚自习了。

　　晚读时间还未响铃时，我就已经坐在班级的自己座位上，等待着铃声的号召。不一会儿，班里就传出声音洪亮的有气势的读书声，我当然也在其中，并且很认真的大声朗读着，直到铃声再次号召我们。一开始，还没有什么动作，不知道要干什么，忽然就想到自己英语的差劲，还是写英语好，每天都要写一会英语。先的是抄写单词，以是增加记忆力度，等抄完之后已过了半个钟头。接着便是写试卷了，尽管不会写，看不懂内容，却也还是硬着头皮一个一个查单词的来写。在这个过程中，有无数次的`冲动想要中断下来，也有无数次挣扎与叹气在与之对抗。最终赢了，我坚持了下来，一个个的查找单词意思，很是乏味很无奈，又无可奈何花落去。但是，当查到一半意思时，我开始做试卷，那种史无前例的成就感瞬间就涌了上来，第一次理解英语并且写了英语，虽然手法有点不端正，但毕竟也是我自己全部的功劳。在这一刻，我笑了，是内心笑了，很愉悦的那种，虽然耗时几个小时就只才做了这么一点儿题，却也无比兴奋。因为我找到了路，虽然模糊，但很明确。

　　我想生活就是如此，唯有自己如实的去做过了，知道了，才真正懂得这里面的奥妙，这也正所谓人们所说的：只可意会不可言传的含义了！至此。

学英语作文篇4

　　Today is Friday. I get up at six thirty in the morning. Then I make my bed, wash my face and brush my teeth. At six forty, my father prepares the breakfast. I have breakfast at six forty-five. I have congee, noodles for breakfast. At seven o’clock, I go to school by my father’s motor bike. We have four classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon. At twelve o’clock, I’m very hungry. I have lunch at school. In the afternoon, I go home at six o’clock. I do my homework after school. My father, my mother and I have supper at seven o’clock. My mother and I watch TV at eight o’clock. Then I wash my face and brush my teeth in the evening. I go to bed at ten twenty. I think, tomorrow will be my happy day , too !

学英语作文篇5

　　English is an global language.We will use it more widespread.

　　And I thought English is interesting and useful.

　　For example, maybe we will go abroad,if we can not speak English,it's problem for us to talk with other's.And college entrance examination is coming,we should study English for exam.

　　That's why I want to study English .As matter of fact,I really like English.

学英语作文篇6

　　Aesop and the Traveler

　　In ancient Greece there once lived a clever man.His name was Aesop.

　　One day,when Aesop was taking a walk in the country,a traveler stopped him and said,"Kind sir,can you tell me how soon I can get to town?"

　　"Go."Aesop answered.

　　"I know I must go,"said the traveler,"But I want to know how soon I can get to town."

　　"Go."Aesop shouted to him.

　　The traveler was very angry."This man must be mad,"he thought.And he walked away.

　　Suddenly he heard Aesop shouting to him,"You will get to town in two hours."

　　The traveler was greatly surprised.He turned back and ask-ed,"Why didn't you tell me that before?”

　　"How could I have told you that before?"answered Aesop,"I didn't know how fast you could walk."

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　　伊索和旅行者

　　古希腊曾经居住了一个聪明的男人,他的.名字叫伊索。

　　一天,伊索正在乡村散步,一位旅行者拦住他问道:“好心的先生,你能告诉我,我要多久才能到城镇?”

　　“走吧。”伊索回答道。

　　“我知道我一定要走,”旅行者说,“但是我想知道我要多久才能到城镇。”

　　“走吧。”伊索对他叫到。

　　旅行者非常生气。

　　他想:“这个人一定是个疯子。”接着他走开了。

　　突然他听到了伊索对他喊道:“你将在两个小时后到达城镇。”

　　旅行者感到非常惊讶。他转过身来问:“你为什么之前没有告诉我呀?”

　　“我之前如何告诉你呀?伊索回答,“我根本不知道你可以走多快。”

学英语作文篇7

　　no signs, where the soft, unbroken snow seemed to advertise solidity beneath, tee man broke through。 it was not deep。 he wet himself halfway to the knees before he floundered out to the firm crust。

　　he was angry, and cursed his luck aloud。 he had hoped to get into camp with the boys at si oclock, and this would delay him an hour, for he would have to build a fire and dry out his foot-gear。 this was imperative at that low temperature--he knew that much; and he turned aside to the bank, which he climbed。 on top, tangled in the underbrush about the trunks of several small spruce trees, was a high-water deposit of dry firewood--sticks and twigs, principally, but also larger portions of seasoned branches and fine, dry, last-years grasses。 he threw down several large pieces on top of the snow。 this served for a foundation and prevented the young flame from drowning itself in the snow it otherwise would melt。 the flame he got by touching a match to a small shred of birch bark that he took from his pocket。 this burned even more readily than paper。 placing it on the foundation, he fed the young flame with wisps of dry grass and with the tiniest dry twigs。

　　he worked slowly and carefully, keenly aware of his danger。 gradually, as the flame grew stronger, he increased the size of the twigs with which he fed it。 he squatted in the snow, pulling the twigs out from their entanglement in the brush and feeding directly to the flame。 he knew there must be no failure。 when it is seventy-five below zero, a man must not fail in his first attempt to build a fire--that is, if his feet are wet。 if his feet are dry, and he fails, he can run along the trail for half a mile and restore his circulation。 but the circulation of wet and freezing feet cannot be restored by running when it is seventy-five below。 no matter how fast he runs, the wet feet will freeze the harder。

　　all this the man knew。 the old-timer on sulphur creek had told him about it the previous fall, and now he was appreciating the advice。 already all sensation had gone out of his feet。 to build the fire he had been forced to remove his mittens, and the fingers had quickly gone numb。 his pace of four miles an hour had kept his heart pumping blood to the surface of his body and to all the etremities。 but the instant he stopped, the action of the pump eased down。 the cold of space smote the unprotected tip of the planet, and he, being on that unprotected tip, received the full force of the blow。 the blood of his body recoiled before it。 the blood was alive, like the dog, and like the dog it wanted to hide away and cover itself up from the fearful cold。 so long as he walked four miles an hour, he pumped that blood, willy-nilly, to the surface; but now it ebbed away and sank down into the recesses of his body。 the etremities were the first to feel its absence。 his wet feet froze the faster, and his eposed fingers numbed the faster, though they had not yet begun to freeze。 nose and cheeks were already freezing, while the skin of all his body chilled as it lost its blood。

　　but he was safe。 toes and nose and cheeks would be only touched by the frost, for the fire was beginning to burn with strength。 he was feeding it with twigs the size of his finger。 in another minute he would be able to feed it with branches the size of his wrier, and then he could remove his wet toot-gear, and, while it dried, he could keep his naked feet warm by the fire, rubbing them at first, of course, with snow。 the fire was a success。 he was safe。 he remembered the advice of the old timer on sulphur creek, and smiled。 the old-timer had been very serious in laying down the law that no man must travel alone in the klondike after fifty below。 well, here he was; he had had the accident; he was alone; and he had saved himself。 those old-timers were rather womanish, some of them, he thought。 all a man had to do was to keep his head, and he was all right。 any man who was a man could travel alone。 but it was surprising, the rapidity with which his cheeks and nose were freezing。 and he had not thought his fingers could go lifeless in so short a time。 lifeless they were, for he could scarcely make them move together to grip a twig, and they seemed remote from his body and from him。 when he touched a twig, he had to look and see whether or not he had hold of it。 the wires were pretty well down between him and his finger-ends。

　　all of which counted for little。 there was the fire, snapping and crackling and promising life with every dancing flame。 he started to untie his moccasins。 they were coated with ice; the thick german socks were like sheaths of iron halfway to the knees; and the moccasin strings were like rods of steel all twisted and knotted as by some conflagration。 for a moment he tugged with his numb fingers, then, realizing the folly of it, he drew his sheath-knife。

　　but before he could cut the strings, it happened。 it was his own fault or, rather, his mistake。 he should not have built the fire under the spruce tree。 he should have built it in the open。 but it had been easier to pull the twigs from the brush and drop them directly on the fire。 now the tree under which he had done this carried a weight of snow on its boughs。 no wind had blown for weeks, and each bough was fully freighted。 each time he had pulled a twig he had communicated a slight agitation to the tree--an imperceptible agitation, so far as he was concerned, but an agitation sufficient to bring about the disaster。 high up in the tree one bough capsized its load of snow。 this fell on the boughs beneath, capsizing them。 this process continued, spreading out and involving the whole tree。 it grew like an avalanche, and it descended without warning upon the man and the fire, and the fire was blotted out! where it had burned was a mantle of fresh and disordered snow。

　　the man was shocked。 it was as though he had just heard his own sentence of death。 for a moment he sat and stared at the spot where the fire had been。 then he grew very calm。 perhaps the old-timer on sulphur creek was right。 if he had only had a trail-mate he would have been in no danger now。 the trail-mate could have built the fire。 well, it was up to him to build the fire over again, and this second time there must be no failure。 even if he succeeded, he would most likely lose some toes his feet must be badly frozen by now, and there would be some time before the second fire was ready。

　　such were his thoughts, but he did not sit and think them。 he was busy all the time they were passing through his mind。 he made a new foundation for a fire, this time in the open, where no treacherous tree could blot it out。 net, he gathered dry grasses and tiny twigs from the high-water flotsam。 he could not bring his fingers together to pull them out, but he was able to gather them by the handful。 in this way he got many rotten twigs and bits of green moss that were undesirable, but it was the best he could do。 he worked methodically, even collecting an armful of the larger branches to be used later when the fire gathered strength。 and all the while the dog sat and watched him, a certain yearning wistfulness in its eyes, for it looked upon him as the fire-provider, and the fire was slow in coming。

　　when all was ready, the man reached in his pocket for a second piece of birch bark。 he knew the bark was there, and, though he could not feel it with his fingers, he could hear its crisp rustling as he fumbled for it。 try as he would, he could not clutch hold of it。 and all the time in his consciousness, was the knowledge that each instant his feet were freezing。 this thought tended to put him in a panic, but he fought against it and kept calm。 he pulled on his mittens with his teeth, and threshed his arms back and forth, beating his hands with all his might against his sides。 he did this sitting down, and he stood up to do it; and all the while the do,g sat in the snow, its wolf-brush of a tail curled around warmly over its forefeet, its sharp wolf

学英语作文篇8

　　The story of my life by Helen Keller is the most influential book in my life. It abounds with courage, struggle and faith throughout. Helen Keller was once in deep despair in her childhood, but finally she decided to overcome her physical defects and live happily. Furthermore, she showed great patience in her long and hard learning period. I have learned, above all, three lessons from her story. First, she taught me that often the road to success is to face hardships unflinchingly. Maybe you are born under an ill star yet you can stand a better chance than others. It is therefore important that you screw up your courage when courage is needed. Second, the impairment of part of her senses did not prevent her from learning: on the contrary, she had made continual efforts to go deeper into the realm of knowledge her fortitude had thus helped her overcome many handicaps. Third, she advised that we should make the most of our sense-organs as if we would lose them soon because this way we would observe the world more carefully than ever before. The book is inspiring in that it is one brimming over with the unbending will of a gallant woman beset with seemingly insurmountable difficulties. I hope I can be as courageous as she.

学英语作文篇9

　　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.

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