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学英语作文9篇[荐]

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学英语作文9篇[荐]

学英语作文篇1

　　i am only a philosopher, and there is only one thing that a philosopher can be relied on to do. you know that the function of statistics has been ingeniously described as being the refutation of other statistics. well, a philosopher can always contradict other philosophers. in ancient times philosophers defined man as the rational animal; and philosophers since then have always found much more to say about the rational than about the animal part of the definition. but looked at candidly, reason bears about the same proportion to the rest of human nature that we in this hall bear to the rest of america, europe, asia, africa, and polynesia. reason is one of the very feeblest of natures forces, if you take it at any one spot and moment. it is only in the very long run that its effects become perceptible. reason assumes to settle things by weighing them against one another without prejudice, partiality, or ecitement; but what affairs in the concrete are settled by is and always will be just prejudices, partialities, cupidities, and ecitements. appealing to reason as we do, we are in a sort of a forlorn hope situation, like a small sand-bank in the midst of a hungry sea ready to wash it out of eistence. but sand-banks grow when the conditions favor; and weak as reason is, it has the unique advantage over its antagonists that its activity never lets up and that it presses always in one direction, while mens prejudices vary, their passions ebb and flow, and their ecitements are intermittent. our sand-bank, i absolutely believe, is bound to grow, -- bit by bit it will get dyked and breakwatered. but sitting as we do in this warm room, with music and lights and the flowing bowl and smiling faces, it is easy to get too sanguine about our task, and since i am called to speak, i feel as if it might not be out of place to say a word about the strength of our enemy.

　　our permanent enemy is the noted bellicosity of human nature. man, biologically considered, and whatever else he may be in the bargain, is simply the most formidable of all beasts of prey, and, indeed, the only one that preys systematically on its own species. we are once for all adapted to the military status. a millennium of peace would not breed the fighting disposition out of our bone and marrow, and a function so ingrained and vital will never consent to die without resistance, and will always find impassioned apologists and idealizers.

　　not only are men born to be soldiers, but non-combatants by trade and nature, historians in their studies, and clergymen in their pulpits, have been wars idealizers. they have talked of war as of gods court of justice. and, indeed, if we think how many things beside the frontiers of states the wars of history have decided, we must feel some respectful awe, in spite of all the horrors. our actual civilization, good and bad alike, has had past war for its determining condition. great-mindedness among the tribes of men has always meant the will to prevail, and all the more so if prevailing included slaughtering and being slaughtered. rome, paris, england, brandenburg, piedmont, -- soon, let us hope, japan, -- along with their arms have made their traits of character and habits of thought prevail among their conquered neighbors. the blessings we actually enjoy, such as they are, have grown up in the shadow of the wars of antiquity. the various ideals were backed by fighting wills, and where neither would give way, the god of battles had to be the arbiter. a shallow view, this, truly; for who can say what might have prevailed if man had ever been a reasoning and not a fighting animal? like dead men, dead causes tell no tales, and the ideals that went under in the past, along with all the tribes that represented them, find to-day no recorder, no eplainer, no defender.

　　but apart from theoretic defenders, and apart from every soldierly individual straining at the leash, and clamoring for opportunity, war has an omnipotent support in the form of our imagination. man lives by habits, indeed, but what he lives for is thrills and ecitements. the only relief from habits tediousness is periodical ecitement. from time immemorial wars have been, especially for non-combatants, the supremely thrilling ecitement. heavy and dragging at its end, at its outset every war means an eplosion of imaginative energy. the dams of routine burst, and boundless prospects open. the remotest spectators share the fascination. with that awful struggle now in progress on the confines of the world, there is not a man in this room, i suppose, who doesnt buy both an evening and a morning paper, and first of all pounce on the war column.

　　a deadly listlessness would come over most mens imagination of the future if they could seriously be brought to believe that never again in saecula saeculorum would a war trouble human history. in such a stagnant summer afternoon of a world, where would be the zest or interest ?

　　this is the constitution of human nature which we have to work against. the plain truth is that people want war. they want it anyhow; for itself; and apart from each and every possible consequence. it is the final bouquet of lifes fireworks. the born soldiers want it hot and actual. the non-combatants want it in the background, and always as an open possibility, to feed imagination on and keep ecitement going. its clerical and historical defenders fool themselves when they talk as they do about it. what moves them is not the blessings it has won for us, but a vague religious ealtation. war, they feel, is human nature at its uttermost. we are here to do our uttermost. it is a sacrament. society would rot, they think, without the mystical blood-payment.

　　we do ill, i fancy, to talk much of universal peace or of a general disarmament. we must go in for preventive medicine not for radical cure. we must cheat our foe, politically circumvent his action, not try to change his nature. in one respect war is like love, though in no other. both leave us intervals of rest; and in the intervals life goes on perfectly well without them, though the imagination still dallies with their possibility. equally insane when once aroused and under headway, whether they shall be aroused or not depends on accidental circumstances. how are old maids and old bachelors made? not by deliberate vows of celibacy, but by sliding on from year to year with no sufficient matrimonial provocation. so of the nations with their wars. let the general possibility of war be left open, in heavens name, for the imagination to dally with. let the soldiers dream of killing, as the old maids dream of marrying. but organize in every conceivable way the practical machinery for making each successive chance of war abortive. put peace-men in power; educate the editors and statesmen to responsibility; -- how beautifully did their trained responsibility in england make the venezuela incident abortive! seize every pretet, however small, for arbitration methods, and multiply the precedents; foster rival ecitements and invent new outlets for heroic energy; and from one generation to another, the chances are that irritations will grow less acute and states of strain less dangerous among the nations. armies and navies will continue, of course, and will fire the minds of populations with their potentialities of greatness. but their officers will find that somehow or other, with no deliberate intention on any ones part, each successive incident has managed to evaporate and to lead nowhere, and that the thought of what might have been remains their only consolation.

　　the last weak runnings of the war spirit will be punitive epeditions. a country that turns its arms only against uncivilized foes is, i think, wrongly taunted as degenerate. of course it has ceased to be heroic in the old grand style. but i verily believe that this is because it now sees something better. it has a conscience. it knows that between civilized countries a war is a crime against civilization. it will still perpetrate peccadillos, to be sure. but it is afraid, afraid in the good sense of the word, to engage in absolute crimes against civilization.

学英语作文篇2

　　My School I study at Yuying Primary School. My school is very big and beautiful. There are three buildings and a playground. There are many trees and flowers. My classroom is very big and bright. There are 60 students in it. They study hard and always help with each other. Our teachers are very nice and smart. I like my school.

学英语作文篇3

　　I go to school for Monday to Friday.These days I must carrying my friend to the school.Who is my friend?Guess!Oh,it my school bag.

　　I like my school bag very much.It’s very fat.There are many school things in its stomach,like pen,like pencil,like book,like pencil-case,and so on.When it’s dirty that I wash it.I see my school bag become new.I feel happy.

　　My school bag is my use friend.

学英语作文篇4

　　我和闫艺菲、宋金宇都在阳光英语学习。

　　我的同桌是闫艺菲，我们上课时一起思考问题，下课时一起玩耍。也是我们班里亲密无间的'好朋友。

　　我们是周六上午学习，中午大家都回家了，我和菲菲会主动留下来。帮老师擦黑板、扫地、扶凳子，我们体会到了劳动的快乐。

　　因为有了菲菲和金宇，我的英语补习才会这么快乐。

学英语作文篇5

　　i have a lovely home. father, mother and me. my home has two studies, two bedrooms, a garden, a toilet and a kitchen. of course, i have a living room.

　　my bedroom is my study too. it is very lovely and clean. my bed is beautiful too. i have a little desk and a chair. they are my good friends. they help me do homework every day.

　　ok .now let’s go to my father’s and mother’s bedroom. you can see a bed. the bed is a soft. and on the wall there is a photo of my parents. my mother is very beautiful, my father is very handsome.

　　the living room is very big. look！there is a table, six chairs, one desk, a tv, and a piano. you can play the piano, and sing a song. www

　　ok. welcome to my home！i’m lily. goodbye！

学英语作文篇6

　　Everyone has his dreams,and they differ from people to people.Some people want to be a scientist,some want to be a boss,and others want to be a GM.But my dream is quite different,I want to be a teacher.

　　When I was in primary school,I had this dream.I think being a teacher is glorious and respectable,and is useful to our contry.As a teacher,you maight be poor,but you will be rich in spirit.During Teachers' Day and weekends,tens of students go to see you,talking and laughing.They care for you,show their respect to you.What a good thing!

　　Now I study hard to achieve my dream.

学英语作文篇7

　　there are four people in my family, my father, my mother, my sister and me. my father likes reading. my mother likes cooking. they both work in leliu. they always go to work by car. they work hard.

　　my sister and i are pupils. i study in the primary school affiliated with shunde no.1 middle school. my hobby is collecting coins. my sister studies in ishan primary school. she likes watching tv. we love our family very much.

学英语作文篇8

　　My winner vacation is coming soon .I am so happy I decide to make a winter vacation plan .First， I will do my homework carefully Second ，I am going to help my mother with housework .Then，I want to play with my best friend.I will also visit my grangparents with my parents .We will spend Spring Festival with them.I think every day during my winter vacation will be happy.

　　我的寒假快到了。我很高兴，我决定做一个寒假计划。首先，我要认真的做我的作业。第二，我要帮妈妈做家务。然后，我想发挥我的最好的'朋友。我也会去看望我的爷爷奶奶和我的父母。我们将与他们共度春节。我认为每天在我的寒假会很高兴的。

　　I am sure I will have a wonderful vacation. I can not wait.

　　我确信我会有一个美好的假期。我不能等待。

学英语作文篇9

　　I have a good sister. She has short hair, small eyes, big ears and a big nose. She’s quiet and cute. She speaks Chinese well. She likes music and painting. Can you guess what’s her name?

　　【参考翻译】

　　我有一个好姐姐。她有短头发,小眼睛,大耳朵,一个大鼻子。她很安静和可爱。她说中国好。她喜欢音乐和绘画。你能猜出她叫什么名字吗？

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