实用的英文作文集合5篇
在平平淡淡的学习、工作、生活中，大家都接触过作文吧，借助作文可以宣泄心中的情感，调节自己的心情。写起作文来就毫无头绪？以下是小编精心整理的英文作文5篇，仅供参考，欢迎大家阅读。
英文作文 篇1
G, I dont even remember the last time I did a book report on this blog, life is so busy!! :D
But since Im sick and staying home today, I finally have the time to my book "life".
So, I just finished this book in the morning, all the details are still ringing in my head(which is gooD).
The name "Tally Youngblood", the main character, was the first thing interested me in this book. The word youngblood reminded me so many things. But the story did more.
"Tally is about to turn sixteen, and she cant wait. Not for her license--for turning pretty. In Tallys world, your sixteenth birthday brings an operation that turns you from a repellent ugly into a stunningly attractive pretty and catapults you into a high-tech paradise where your only job is to have a really great time. In just a few weeks Tally will be there.
But Tallys new friend Shay isnt sure she wants to be pretty. Shed rather risk life on the outside. When Shay runs away, Tally learns about a whole new side of the pretty world---- and it isnt very pretty. The authorities offer Tally the worst choice she can imagine: find her friend and turn her in, or never turn pretty at all. The choice Tally makes changes her world forever."
While reading this book, I kept having a weird phrase in my head:"to be or not to be". Is friendship more important than owning a pretty face? Is it the outside that really matters? Is freedom of having your independent ideas that important? Tally sure struggled through lots of conflicts. Even though this is a science fiction, but I felt as I was Tally, making lots of choices that could change your life forever. 14, such a sensitive age, will I ever betray my friends or lover for something not important at all? That is something to think about
英文作文 篇2
Picture of an Angel
Golden sunlight danced in the treetops, and children's laughter filled the park. The smell of popcorn played on the breeze, and life seemed good. It was one of the happiest Saturday mornings I had spent with my little daughter, Gigi.
That is, until two strangers threw her into their car and sped away. It seemed like a bad dream. I could barely whisper when the police questioned me. For hours we waited, but there was no word on the whereabouts of the car. Tears would start to come. Then nothing. I was numb with fear.
"Go home, Ma'am," the sergeant said. "I'll have an officer drive you. We'll also want to monitor your telephone. The kidnappers might call, and we'll want to get a trace. Trust me, these guys can't get far." After what had just happened, it was hard for me to trust anything.
My friend Gloria came over that afternoon. "I heard about Gigi on the radio," she said. "Everyone is looking for the car. The interstates are all blocked." She took my hand.
"Look here," Gloria said. "I want you have this picture, and I want you to pray with me."
It was a picture of a little girl sound asleep in her bed. Standing by the bed was a tall, blond angel. His hand was touching the girl's shoulder as he smiled down at her.
My nerves were frazzled. "You know I don't believe in that kind of thing!" I snapped. "I'm too exhausted for any hocus-pocus right now, Gloria! I want my daughter home!" I started to shake, and then I began sobbing.
Gloria placed the photo on our mantle and knelt down beside me. "Just pray with me," she said, holding my hand.
I had no strength left, so we prayed and waited what seemed an eternity. Together, we waited by the phone until sundown. The phone never rang.
Suddenly, the front door swung open. I looked up and screamed.
There stood Gigi. "Gigi! Thank God!" I cried, throwing my arms around her. "Where did those men take you? How did you get home? Did the police find you?"
"No Mommy!" said Gigi. "I was real scared because those men said they were taking me far away. We were going real fast on an old rock road I'd never seen before. But then a tall man walked out in front of the car, and they ran off the road and hit a tree.
Then the tall man ran up and opened the car door and pulled me out. He was real nice, and said I would be okay now, and that those men couldn't hurt me. I must have gone to sleep, because then I woke up here in front of our house. He must have brought me home."
"But who … how did he know … where to bring you?" My voice broke and trailed to a whisper.
"I don't know, Mommy," Gigi said. "But he was real friendly, and I wasn't scared of him at all."
Just then Gigi noticed Gloria's picture on the mantle. "That's him!" She squealed, pointing at the picture. "Mommy, the tall blond man dressed like an angel. That's the man that pulled me out of the car!"
I felt chill-bumps across my neck and arms. Gloria turned pale. "Are you sure that's the man?" Gloria asked.
"Yeah, that's him okay. Except he didn't have wings, and he was wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt. But that's him exactly. I'd remember him anywhere!"
Later that night, the police found the injured kidnappers in their wrecked car fifty miles from our home. When questioned, the driver remembered swerving to avoid hitting a tall blond man. The backseat door that Gigi sat by had been completely torn off its hinges.
Twenty years have gone by. We have never heard from anyone claiming to have rescued Gigi. There have been no logical explanations for Gigi's miraculous escape and return home from a wreck so far away.
There have always been things that people can't explain. But, from that day forward, I've never doubted that many of those things are divine miracles. I believe that all experiences, positive and negative, are given to us for our strengthening and learning.
Gigi now takes her little girl to the park on Saturdays. They enjoy the sunlight as it dances in the treetops, the smell of popcorn, and the laughter of children. She keeps Gloria's picture on her mantle, and she re- members her angelic friend. And, like my daughter, I have a faith that has carried me through many trials since that day many years ago.
英文作文 篇3
In contrast to the sadness of the tomb sweepers people also enjoy hope of Spring on this day. The Qingming Festival is a time when the sun shines brightly the trees and grass become green and nature is again lively. Since ancient times people have followed the custom of Spring outings. At this time tourists are everywhere.
People love to fly kites during the Qingming Festival. Kite flying is actually not limited to the Qingming Festival. Its uniqueness lies in that people fly kites not during the day but also at night. A string of little lanterns tied onto the kite or the thread look like shining stars and therefore are called "god‘s lanterns."
The Qingming Festival is also a time to plant trees for the survival rate of saplings is high and trees grow fast later. In the past the Qingming Festival was called "Arbor Day". But since 1979 "Arbor Day" was settled as March 12 according to the Gregorian calendar.
相反的悲伤的墓扫墓，人们也希望享受春天的这一天。清明节是一个阳光灿烂的'日子，树和草都变绿了，大自然又恢复了活力。自古以来，人们都有踏青的习俗。此时到处是游客。
人们喜欢在清明节期间放风筝。风筝放飞其实并不限于清明节。它的独特之处在于人们在白天不放风筝，晚上也放风筝。一串串的小灯笼拴在风筝上或是线上看起来像闪亮的星星，因此被称为“上帝的灯笼”。
清明节也是一个植树的时候，树苗的成活率很高，树木生长快。在过去，清明节被称为“植树节”。但自1979以来，“植树节”定在3月12日根据公历。
英文作文 篇4
我今年五年级，一直以来根本对英文毫无兴趣。直到我遇见一位专门教英文的老师，才使我对英文产生了浓厚的兴趣。这位英文老师是我五年级的老师。我们都叫他Sir，或是张老师。Sir的年纪有点大，看起来六十岁或七十岁。
很多老师说Sir是学校的老臣子，经验丰富，在学校服务多年，让他教我们英文真是三生有幸。Sir很严肃，不平易近人，就因为这样很少同学愿意听他的课和很少老师和他谈话。每当在上英文课时，同学们似乎把Sir当作是“透明人”一样当作他不存在，你说你的.，我说我的。
我是班长，每个星期三我都得去办公室把功课交给老师。我看见老师们都有说有笑，唯有Sir独自一人看英文书，让感觉我好心酸。
老师们日盼已久的教师节终于来临了！老师们穿得漂漂亮亮的来学校。表演已开始了，我望来望去都看不到Sir的踪影。我感到好奇怪呀，全校的老师都下来了，怎么没看到Sir呢？我去到办公室顺道把教师节礼物放在曾经努力教过我的老师的桌位上。我无意中看见Sir在他的桌位上批改我们的作业，我感到很奇怪。我向前去问Sir再送Sir礼物。Sir的桌上没有一份礼物，我想没同学送Sir礼物。
我问Sir：“Sir，为何不下去看表演呢？”Sir说：“我昨天去洗肾，还没改你们的作业，而且考试即将来临，我担心你们赶不上，我必须赶快改好，让你们回家温习。”我感动得眼泪快从眼眶涌出来了。我立即收回眼泪，忍住。我和Sir说：“那您赶快改好，赶快下来。”Sir只说：“嗯”。
表演已结束，Sir果然没来，我相信他应该为了批改作业而忘记下来吧。一天，我听到一些“八卦”同学说：“希望Sir今天没来教书，每天上他的课我都觉得好闷。”我非常生气，Sir那么好，他们竟然这样说Sir。我把那天在教师节的来龙去脉告诉他们，他们才感到很惭愧，要求我带领他们向Sir道歉。
到了办公室，Sir看见同学们向他道歉，也很感动。Sir说：“你们无需道歉，只要你们肯努力读书，你们再如何说我也值得的。”听到这番话我们感动得拥抱着Sir。
转眼间，考试已过去，我们的英文显得有进步。Sir也感到很欣慰，我们从来没看过Sir的笑容，今天竟然看见他的笑容，我们也非常开心。
所谓：“家有一老，如有一宝”Sir能成为我们的英文老师是我们上辈子得来的福。希望Sir可以身体健康，长命百岁。我们的Sir，谢谢你！
英文作文 篇5
Today, I go home to grandpa to visit the year, I am very happy!
When I came to my grandfather's house, I saw his grandfather give him a new year. On the other side of the year, I said, "Grandpa is good at the New Year!" He smiled from his pocket and took out a 100 yuan to my hand. I am happy and hopping. When I saw my uncle, I gave him a new year and said, "my uncle is good at the New Year!" The uncle also gave me 100 yuan. Wow! It's already 200 yuan so soon. I saw aunt aunt, she immediately went to the results, she pay New Year's call, gave me 50 yuan, nothing, gave the money, I would have been very happy. When we finished the year, the uncle drove to the grandparents' home for a new year, and we were laughing and laughing on the car, but we were happy.
To the great grandfather's house, I see who will give the new year to whom, so, I have a lot of old money, happy! After the year, I looked for the younger brother and sister of the great grandfather's family, and my brother and sister began to play. We had a great time and were very happy!
We went back to my grandfather's house and played for a while, and then we went back to my grandmother's home.
I like to visit the year best! Because I can get a lot of a lot of money, ha ha!
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