實用的學(xué)英語作文[推薦]

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學(xué)英語作文 篇1

　　I love my hometown.The environment here is pretty good.The trees are green and the sky is blue.There is a big lake behind my house,the water is very clean,and I usually go fishing with my mother.There are also a lot of animals,they are very cute.You see,my hometown is beautiful,welcome to my hometown!

學(xué)英語作文 篇2

　　今天早晨媽媽送我去上英語班。

　　我今班以后先用英語給魏老師打了個招呼，然后就把裝在書包里的英語書拿出來路英語。一會兒過后老師讓我們背原來學(xué)的第十課課文，大家齊聲背了一遍。老師很不滿意地說：“這一課的課文是怨我沒教好，還是怨你們沒學(xué)好啊?讀的.怎么像蹦豆子一樣，半天蹦不出一個字來�！比�班沉默了�！昂昧�，下課好好讀讀背背，這篇課文是要求會背的，”老師說�！鞍　�。大家吃驚地說。

　　下課了同學(xué)們都紛紛去請教學(xué)習(xí)好的問她們這個怎么讀，那個怎么讀，當(dāng)然我也不例外�？墒怯幸粋�人不是，我的朋友王寧馨。她在一邊津津有味的吃自己在樓下買來的東西。

　　上課了開始老師沒有提第十課的事，所以我們都差點把它忘的一干二凈�？墒堑鹊竭^課的時候我們都非常緊張，老師說：“先讀會兒，會背的過來找我背�！�

　　我們班的同學(xué)有會背的所以都跑過去找老師背，我看見她們都去了我也跑了過去。一會兒我回來了，老師給我加了一顆星星。王寧馨看見之后急了所以也去找老師背，可是她回來時卻是讓我檢查她。沒辦法只好奉命行事了，我檢查她時她連會讀都不會讀。一會后我實在忍不住了就讓他找老師檢查，老師一看這樣就只能她檢查了，就讓我先回去了。

　　這一天終于過完啦，這一天我可過得真累啊。

學(xué)英語作文 篇3

　　三年級英語作文：A Warm-hearted Man

　　One afternoon an old woman was crossing the street with a basket in her hand. She was going to do some shopping. Just then a car ran up fast and she was knocked down. One of her legs was hurt and she couldn't move any more. A kind cleaner saw whis and rushed to her at once. He helped her stand up and took her to the nearest hospital. What a warm-hearted man he was!

　　【譯文】

　　一天下午,一位老太太提著籃子過馬路,她想去買點東西。就在這時一輛汽車快速開過來,老太太被撞倒了。她的`一只腿受了傷,不能動了。一位好心的清潔工人看到了這個情景,便立刻向她沖過去。她幫助老人站起身來,并把她送到附近的醫(yī)院。

　　三年級英語作文：A Dream

　　A Dream

　　Mary: I’m now in the sea. I can’t believe it! It’s so beautiful! What a colorful fish! It’s so lovely! Little fish, don’t go away! Oh, here comes a blue whale. Wow, it’s so big! It’s bigger than my classroom. Oh no! There is a shark! Help! Help!

　　Helen: What’s the matter, Mary?

　　Mary: I saw a shark. Its teeth are so big!

　　Helen: Oh, it must be a dream.

　　Mary: …Yes, it’s a dream.

　　三年級英語作文：Animals

　　I like animals very much. I have a dog, It’s my favourite animal. It’s white, It looks like a snow ball. It has two big eyes and ears. But its nose and mouth are very small. It’s very naughty.

　　It often stares at my food when I have a meal. When I’m home it follows me all the time.

　　When I do my homework, it often sits beside quietly, but sometimes runs around me and shouts: wom wom.

　　I like my dog very much.

　　三年級英語作文：My family

　　I have a warm family. There are five people in my family, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother and I. Do you know them, now let me introduce them to you one by one.

　　My mother has long hair. She’s very kind. She is an accountant. She likes listening to music and watching TV. She goes to work by car. My dad is tall and fat. he ahs two big eyes. He is very strict but sometimes funny. He is a manager. He goes to work by car, too. He likes swimming. My grandpa is very old, but he is still strong. He likes playing chess very much. He often goes to play chess with his friends. My grandma is short. She is very kind to us. Her hobby is watching TV and cooking. We like her food. It’s delicious. I like drawing pictures and listening to music. I go to school by school bus every week. I have to study hard at school every day because I am in Grade Six now. I hope I can enter Shunde No. 1 Middle School next year.

　　So these are all about my family. I love my family and they love me, too. What about you?

　　三年級英語作文：I love my bedroom

　　I have a bedroom .It is not big , but it is nice .There is a bed in my bedroom . A yellow dog is on the bed .Every night,I sleep with it . Next to the bed, there is a desk. A bear lamp is on the desk .I like the bear lamp. It‘s cute. I like to do homework under the lamp every evening. I have a new computer in my bedroom .It is my best friend . Because I study at it, play at it . There are also several beautiful pictures on the wall.

　　I like my bedroom. Do you like it?

　　三年級英語作文：My best friends

　　I have many friend.Do you know who they are?Are they my pet?No.Are they my classmates?No. Let me tell you:they are my favourit book.

　　I like books very much.I like reading science book,cartoonbook so on.not only let me know how wonderful the word is but also teach me how to be a good person in the society,they give me great pleasure.

　　I love books!

學(xué)英語作文 篇4

　　Dear mother ,

　　The mother's day is coming and I would like to say “Happy mother's day” in this letter. I love you and thank you so much for everything you did for me. This day，I will stay away and can't give you my appreciation at home. I know I will watch myself，so don't worry about me. I am doing very well on my study. My schoolmates and teachers are all very nice. Though I can't be at home， I hope you will have a wonderful mother's day.

　　Your son,

　　Li ming

　　親愛的母親：

　　母親節(jié)快到了，我想在這封信里對您說“母親節(jié)快樂”。我愛你，感謝你為我做的一切。這一天，我離開了，不能在家給您表達(dá)我的謝意。我知道我會看著自己，所以不要擔(dān)心我。我在學(xué)習(xí)上做得很好。我的`同學(xué)和老師都很好。盡管我不在家里，我仍希望您有一個美好的母親節(jié)。

　　你的兒子，

　　李明

學(xué)英語作文 篇5

　　i was not yet 30 years old and was working as a firefighter in the south brons engine co. 82, probably the worlds most active firehouse at the time. it was warm and sunny, the kind of leisurely sunday that brought etra activity to the neighborhood and to its firefighters. we must have had 15 or 20 calls that day, the worst being a garbage fire in the rear of an abandoned building, which required a hard pull of 600 feet of cotton-jacketed hose.

　　between alarms i would rush to the company office to read captain grays copy of the sunday new york times. it was late in the afternoon when i finally got to the book review section. as i read it, my blood began to boil. an article blatantly stated what i took to be a calumny -- that william butler yeats, the nobel prize-winning light of the irish literary renaissance, had transcended his irishness and was forever to be known as a universal poet.

　　there were few things i was more proud of than my irish heritage, and ever since i first picked up a book of his poems from a barracks shelf when i was in the military, yeats had been my favorite irish writer, followed by sean ocasey and james joyce.

　　my ancestors were irish farmers, fishermen and blue-collar workers, but as far as i can tell, they all had a feeling for literature. it was passed on to my own mother, a telephone operator, who hardly ever sat down without a book in her hands. and at that moment my own fingernails might have been soiled with the soot of the days fires, but i felt as prepared as any trinity don to stand up in the court of public opinion and protest. not only that yeats had lived his life and written his poetry through the very essence of his irish sensibility, but that it was offensive to think irishness -- no matter if it was psychological, social or literary -- was something to be transcended.

　　my stomach was churning, and i determined not to let an idle minute pass. hey, captain gray. could i use your typewriter? i asked.

　　the typewriter was so old that i had to use just one finger to type, my strongest one, even though i could type with all ten. i grabbed the first piece of clean paper i could find -- one that had the logo of the fire department of the city of new york across the top -- and, hoping there would be a break in the alarms for 20 minutes or so, wrote out a four-paragraph letter of indignation to the editor of the sunday book review.

　　throughout his poetry, i postulated, yeats yearned for a messiah to lead ireland out from under the bondage of english rule, and his view of the world and the people in it was fundamentally irish.

　　just as i addressed the envelope, the final alarm of my tour came in, and as i slid down the long brass pole, i felt unepectedly calm, as if a great rock had been purged from the bottom of my stomach.

　　i dont know why i felt it my obligation to safeguard the reputation of the worlds greatest poet, at least net to homer and shakespeare, or to inscribe an apologia for irish writing. i just knew that i had to write that letter, in the same way a priest has to pray, or a musician has to play an instrument.

　　until that point in my life i had not written much of value -- a few poems and short stories, the beginning of a coming-of-age novel. i knew that my writing was anything but refined. like a beginning artist who loves to draw, i understood that the more one draws, or writes, or does anything, the better the end result will be, and so i wrote often to better control my writing skills, to master them. i sent some material to various magazines and reviews but found no one willing to publish me.

　　it was a special and unepected delight, then, when i learned something id written would finally see print. ironically it wasnt one of my poems or short stories -- it was my letter to the times. i suppose the editor decided to publish it because he was first attracted by the official nature of my stationery (was his staff taking smoke breaks out on the fire escape?), and then by the incongruity of a ghetto firefighters using words like messianism, for in the lines below my letter it was announced that i was a new york city firefighter. id like to think, though, that the editor silently agreed with my thesis.

　　i remember receiving through the fire departments address about 20 sympathetic and congratulatory letters from professors around the country. these letters made me feel like i was not only a published writer but an opinion maker. it was as if i was suddenly thrust into being someone whose views mattered.

　　i also received a letter from true magazine and one from the new yorker, asking for an interview. it was the latter that proved momentous, for when an article titled fireman smith appeared in that magazine, i received a telephone call from the editor of a large publishing firm who asked if i might be interested in writing a book about my life.

　　i had little confidence in my ability to write a whole book, though i did intuit that my work as a firefighter was a worthy subject. and so i wrote report from engine co. 82 in si months, and it went on to sell two million copies and to be translated into 12 languages. in the years that followed, i wrote three more best-sellers, and last year published a memoir, a song for mary: an irish-american memory.

　　being a writer had been far from my epectations; being a best-selling author was almost unfathomable. how had it happened? i often found myself thinking about it, marveling at it, and my thoughts always came back to that letter to the new york times.

　　for me, the clearest eplanation is that i had found the subject i was searching for, one i felt so strongly about that the writing was a natural consequence of the passion i felt. i was to feel this same kind of passion when i began writing about firefighters and, later, when writing about my mother. these are subjects that, to me, represent the great values of human life -- decency, honesty and fairness -- subjects that burn within me as i write.

　　over the years, all five of my children have come to me periodically with one dilemma or another. should i study english or art? should i go out for soccer or basketball? should i take a job with this company or that one?

　　my answer is always the same, yet they still ask, for reassurance is a good and helpful thing. think about what youre feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach, i tell them, and measure the heat of the fire there, for that is the passion that will flow through your heart. your education and your eperience will guide you toward making a right decision, but your passion will enable you to make a difference in whatever you do.

　　thats what i learned the day i stood up for irelands greatest poet.

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