英語作文匯總5篇

　　在平凡的學(xué)習(xí)、工作、生活中，許多人都寫過作文吧，根據(jù)寫作命題的特點(diǎn)，作文可以分為命題作文和非命題作文。相信寫作文是一個(gè)讓許多人都頭痛的問題，以下是小編收集整理的英語作文5篇，希望對大家有所幫助。

英語作文 篇1

　　現(xiàn)代奧運(yùn)會創(chuàng)始人顧拜旦于1913－1914年間設(shè)計(jì)了奧運(yùn)會的會旗，奧運(yùn)會會旗和奧運(yùn)會圣火的'含義。它由5個(gè)奧林匹克環(huán)從左至右套接而成，可以是單色，也可以是藍(lán)、黃、黑、綠、紅5種顏色。最初的解釋是五種顏色代表各國國旗的顏色，后來又將5個(gè)不同顏色的圓環(huán)解釋為五大洲的象征。1920年，奧林匹克旗第一次飄揚(yáng)在安特衛(wèi)普夏季奧運(yùn)會體育場。這屆奧運(yùn)會后，歷屆奧運(yùn)會開幕式上由上屆舉辦城市轉(zhuǎn)交此旗，由舉辦城市保存，比賽期間主運(yùn)動場僅懸掛代用品。

　　Baron de Coubertin designed the Olympic Flag in 1913-14. It has five interlocking rings (blue, yellow, black, green and red) on a white background. The ring's colours were based on the knowledge that at least one of these colours is on every flag of each participating country. The five interlocking rings represent the union of the five continents and the meeting of the athletes of the world at the Olympic Game.

　　The Olympic Flag was used for the first time in the 7th Olympiad in Antwerp, Belgium in 1920. It is paraded during the opening ceremony of each Game. At the end of the Games, the Olympic Flag is presented to the next host city by the Games host city.

英語作文 篇2

　　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.

英語作文 篇3

　　teachers‘ day comes on september 10th every year. On the day we usually give our teachers cards to show our thanks. I thank them for helping me when I am in trouble, and I thank them for teaching me how to be a real man.

　　of course they are very friendly to everyone. They always get on very well with their students. They are not only our teachers but also our friends. They love us very much and we love them,too.

　　每年的九月十日是教師節(jié)。在那天，我們通常送卡片采表示我們對老師的謝意。我感謝他們在我困難的時(shí)候幫助我，我感謝他們教會我怎樣做人。

　　當(dāng)然他們對所有的學(xué)生都很關(guān)心，他們與學(xué)生的關(guān)系非常融洽。他們不僅是我們的老師，而且還是我們的朋友。他們十分愛我們，而我們也非常敬愛他們。

　　每年教師節(jié)到來的時(shí)候，我的心中總會蕩漾起澎湃的詩情———有對“傳道、授業(yè)、解惑”的老師們的尊敬，更有對“默默無聞、周而復(fù)始、桃李滿天下”的園丁們的感激�！�

　　老師，節(jié)日快樂今天是九月十日教師節(jié)，我祝我的老師節(jié)日快樂!教我的楊老師是我的班主任，還有夏老師等。楊老師不畏辛苦，孜孜不倦地教導(dǎo)我們。有一次，有一篇難讀的課文，楊老師就一遍一遍的帶讀直到我們可以很流利的讀出來為止。

　　沒有豐富華麗的辭藻，沒有飄逸飛揚(yáng)的文采，也沒有磅礴震撼的氣勢……我竟然企圖用最簡單的文字來稱頌?zāi)愕膫ゴ螅『苌n白，很無力，也很不自量力！

　　遠(yuǎn)方傳來一種美妙的歌聲。認(rèn)真聽吧這是學(xué)生從心底里發(fā)出的感嘆!“靜靜的深夜夜光在閃耀老師的窗前燈火明亮。每當(dāng)我輕輕走過你窗前明亮的燈光照耀我心里啊……” 這是贊歌這是贊頌老師的歌這是贊頌老師兢兢業(yè)業(yè)為國家辛苦培育棟梁而操勞的…

　　我的老師，瓜子臉;一雙水汪汪的大眼睛;尖尖的鼻子下長著一張能說會道的嘴。身穿休閑裝，黑色的皮鞋擦的能照見人影。高老師寫得字很漂亮，我很羨慕高老師能寫出一手好字，同時(shí)我也在心里默默地想:高老師寫的字這么好看，我也要跟著他好好練…

　　加減乘除，算不盡您作出的奉獻(xiàn)!詩歌歌賦，頌不完對您的崇敬!您用知識甘露，澆開我們理想的`花朵;您用心靈的清泉，潤育我們情操的美果。在這不尋常的節(jié)日里，獻(xiàn)上我們深深的祝福!每年，我把第一縷春光和賀卡一起寄給您，我親愛的老師，愿春…

　　每當(dāng)想起教師這個(gè)偉大的名字時(shí)，我心里不禁油然而生的想起我的語文老師蔡梓楠，他是我心目中最理想的老師。他從不嚴(yán)厲指責(zé)和訓(xùn)斥犯錯(cuò)的同學(xué)，他總是循循善誘地做好思想工作，使同學(xué)們自覺的認(rèn)識錯(cuò)誤。

　　新竹高于舊竹枝，全憑老干為扶持。明年再有新生者，十萬龍孫繞鳳池。題記有人會問：你覺得這世界上最偉大的人除了父母以外

英語作文 篇4

　　elizabeth： hello, xiao chen! merry christmas!

　　xiao chen： merry christmas, elizabeth. this is a small gift for you.

　　elizabeth： oh, thank you so much. may i open it now?

　　xiao chen： sure. i hope you like it. (after opening the gift)

　　elizabeth： my! what a beautiful bamboo basket! this is exactly what i like! it’s so nice of you, xiao chen. thank you again.

英語作文 篇5

　　All of myclassmates expect to weekends, so do I. At the weekend, I have one day to play,because I must do my homework and paint in one day. Usually, I finish myhomework in the Saturday morning and then have a good rest at noon. At about3:00P.M., I paint. I like painting very much. My mother finds a teacher for me.She is very good at painting and teaches me a lot. In Sunday, I often watch TVor go out with my friends. I like weekends.

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