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英文作文 篇1
Summer vacation, my mother took me to akzo. Look to my brother home, I saw the elder brother home beautiful fish tank, the rectangle big body, like a transparent crystal palace. There were so many fish tank! A large map, silver dragon, goldfish, cleaners and so on, from a distance, they are like one family in harmony, all day in the lush aquatic joyfully swimming, they constantly wags her tail, free, carefree, how beautiful!
It is my favorite goldfish. Goldfish on the head with a pair of intense big eyes, like two black gems, it has a O glyph of mouth, the mouth constantly spit bubbles, like a child to eat bubble gum, speak hesitatingly, very happy. Goldfish pianpian body, as if he had been squeezed, it have many scales, glittering; Goldfish tail like was just about to open the fan, swing continually, that is in the balance. I saw it like a carefree, really want to became a goldfish.
I also like cleaners, you see him often pursed mouth, looks very ugly, but it always gives it his quietly work hard, the dirt on the drain tank. Unlike other fish, just you happy, no matter others.
Once, brother, let me feed a fish, I can directly pour half a bottle of fish food into the fish tank, the fish will swim to try to overtake each other in fierce eat fish food, especially that a few small fish, because they are too greedy, result to support dead, I'm sorry, brother comfort I said: "it doesn't matter, this fish is you support dead, next time you have the experience of the fish."
Leave the elder brother home, I looked at it also reluctant to that group of lively and lovely goldfish. I like the happy family.
暑假里，妈妈带我去阿克苏。到了哥哥家，我一眼望去看到了哥哥家漂亮的鱼缸，那长方形的大身体，就像一座透明的水晶宫。鱼缸里的鱼可真多呀!有大地图、银龙、金鱼、清洁工等等，远远望去，它们就像一个和睦的大家庭，整天在茂盛的水草里欢快地游来游去，它们不停地摇尾巴，自由自在，无忧无虑，多美呀!
这里面我最喜欢金鱼了。金鱼头上长着一双炯炯有神的大眼睛，像两颗黑宝石似的，它有一张O字形的嘴巴，嘴里不停地吐泡泡，好像小孩子吃的泡泡糖，吞吞吐吐，快乐极了。金鱼身体扁扁的，好像被挤压过一样，它的身上有许多鳞片，亮晶晶地;金鱼的尾巴就像正要打开的'扇子，不停地摇摆着，那是在保持平衡呢。我见它无忧无虑的样子，真想也变成一条金鱼。
我还喜欢清洁工，你看他时常撅着嘴，样子丑极了，但是它总是默默地任劳任怨奉献自己，吸取鱼缸上的脏东西。不像别的鱼，只管自己快活，不管别人。
有一次，哥哥让我喂一次鱼，我就直接把半瓶鱼食倒进了鱼缸，那些鱼就你追我赶的游去猛吃鱼食，尤其是那几条小鱼，因为它们太贪吃了，结果给撑死了，我难过极了，哥哥安慰我说：“没关系，这次鱼被你撑死了，下次你就有养鱼的经验。”
离开哥哥家时，我还恋恋不舍地看了看那群活泼可爱的金鱼。我喜欢这个欢乐的大家庭。
英文作文 篇2
Shen Fang is a primary school teacher. She teaches Chinese in a fourth grade class. She helps the boys and girls read and write. Her classes are interesting, and the children all love her.
Shen Fang gets to school at half past seven in the morning, half an hour before classes begin. At luch she eats together with her pupils.
After class she corrects their home work. She leaves school at six. She is busy with her work all the day, because she loves teaching children.
申芳是一位小学老师。她在四分之一年级时教中文。她帮助男孩和女孩读写。她的课很有趣，孩子们都很喜欢她。
沈芳在早上七点半上学，半个小时上课就开始上课了。在她和学生们一起吃午饭。
下课后她纠正了他们的家庭作业。她六岁离开学校。她整天都在工作，因为她喜欢教孩子。
英文作文 篇3
both the arts and protecting the environment are important causes, and both are often underfunded. they depend on government grants and private donations in order to continue. if a company were to give a sum of money to one of these causes, it would be difficult to choose between them. however, i believe that the company should put the money toward protecting the environment for the following reasons.
first, the state of the environment affects everyone, and it affects people in a very important way. if mankind destroys the environment, we will not be able to survive. the arts are important to our quality of life, but the environment is important both to the quality of life and to life itself. second, because industry causes much of the damage to the environment, i believe that companies have some responsibility to support conservation and cleanup efforts.
finally, protecting the environment is a bigger problem, and so requires a higher level of funding than the arts. a company’s donation to the arts may be more visible, but one to the protection of the environment would be more meaningful.
in conclusion, while both the arts and environmental protection are worthy causes, i believe the company should make its donation to an environmental cause. the environment affects everyone in important ways and protecting it is a big job. hopefully, private donations will help to improve both our environment and our lives.
英文作文 篇4
Everybody wants to get wealth. In today’s material world, making money or becoming wealthy symbolizes a person’s success and capability. Many people make every effort, pay any price to attain greater wealth. With money, they can but nice, large apartments in nice neighborhood; with money, they can own stately luxury cars. Wealth seems with money. Wealth seems to bring all happiness in life.
In my opinion, people cannot do anything without money, but money is not everything. What money will bring you depends on your personal belief and goal in life. If you are kind enough to help others, especially the poor, money is a good thing to you. With it, you can do much more for the benefit of people and your country, and it will to your own happiness.
If you want money just for your own needs, you’ll never be satisfied or happy. In a word, you should have money spent for more people, only then can money be the source of your happiness.
英文作文 篇5
Whenever I hear this song "Jingle Bells", I know that Christmas has quietly come to our side; whenever I see a large supermarket Christmas decoration, I know that Christmas is close at hand......
Before Christmas, I had fantasized that I had held a grand hall, where there were many figures, both high and low. But no matter who, they can always be friendly and amiable. No matter the enemy or the friend, we can always get through the day.
I have also fantasized that on Christmas night I quietly squatted beside the chimney waiting for the arrival of Santa Claus. But I've been waiting for a long time, but I don't see the figure of Santa Claus. I thought, "well, why don't Santa Claus come?" It must be a "traffic jam" on the road.
I had to go to bed. But it was not a few minutes before I lay down, and the chimney was moving. I looked down there with squinted eyes. I saw that wearing a red robe, wearing a Red Hat Santa is to my Christmas stocking stuffed with gifts! At that time, I was happy in my heart. Christmas Eve a chimney, I ran out of the house. He saw Santa Claus in his sledge and went to the next house.
When I opened the magic socks, I found there was a small gift box in it. When I cautiously opened the box again, I found that there was a book I most liked and wanted most, "a brief history of time", because it is a book about cosmology. When I carefully opened the book, I found that there was a small note in it. The note read: "learning without limit, asking questions, asking questions and learning."
英文作文 篇6
In the modern world,many students are under too much pressure.But how can we solve this problems?
The first,I think the most important thing is that we should learn to relax ourselves.For example,we can listen to some interesting music,or we can read some books.
The second,we can also pay a visit to somewhere beautiful to relax ourslves.
The third,we can talk our problems over with our teachers or our parents.
I do believe we can relieve our pressure by these ways.
英文作文 篇7
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8
The winter snow is white, with the foot, very soft, after a while, you're on, snow can become hard and also creak.
Snow can be used to snowball fights, can also be used to make a snowman, can be fun!
The snow and the war, yesterday, we are the second grade class one and class two on the war we are fighting, snowball fights, play can be happy.
The snow can also lay a thick quilt on the wheat fields of the farmer's uncle to protect the wheat.
The snow in winter is very interesting and cool. I like the white snow in winter.
英文作文 篇9
The meaning of many different customs observed during Easter Sunday have been buried with time. Their origins lie in pre-Christian religions and Christianity. All in some way or another are a "salute to spring," marking re-birth. The white Easter lily has come tocapture the glory of the holiday. The word "Easter" is named after Eastre, the Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring. A festival was held in her honor every year at the vernal equinox .
People celebrate the holiday according to their beliefs and their religious denominations . Christians commemorate Good Friday as the day that Jesus Christ died and Easter Sunday as the day that He was resurrected (复活). Protestant settlers brought the custom of a sunrise service, a religious gathering at dawn, to the United States.
This year Easter will be celebrated on Sunday April 11, 20xx. On Easter Sunday children wake up to find that the Easter Bunny has left them baskets of candy. He has also hidden the eggs that they decorated earlier that week. Children hunt for the eggs all around the house. Neighborhoods and organizations hold Easter egg hunts, and the child who finds themost eggs wins a prize.
The Easter Bunny is a rabbit-spirit. Long ago, he was called the" Easter Hare." Hares and rabbits have frequent multiple births so they became a symbol of fertility. The custom of an Easter egg hunt began because children believed that hares laid eggs in the grass. The Romans believed that "All life comes from an egg." Christians consider eggs to be "the seed of life" and so they are symbolic of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Why we dye, or color, and decorate eggs is not certain. In ancient Egypt, Greece, Rome and Persia eggs were dyed for spring festivals. In medieval Europe, beautifully decorated eggs were given as gifts.
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