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学英语作文篇1

　　from the window of my room, i could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. in spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. this inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. i gradually regarded it as my best friend.

　　nevertheless, when i opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before. struck by the plight, i was seized with a sadness at the thought all the blossom is doomed to fall. i could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. the vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. isn’t it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?

　　this event faded from my memory as time went by. one day after i came home from the countryside, i found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. it was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. the surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. i wondered why i had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when i was grieving for the hibiscus.

　　when the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plum blossom to remind people of life’s alternation and continuance. can’t it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious

学英语作文篇2

　　Last winter holiday, I went to Harbin with my mother. It's very cold in winter.

　　There is snow and ice everywhere and you are always in a white world. You must wear warm clothes.

　　The most exciting thing is playing with snow. Skating is also very interesting there.

　　I will' always remember Harbin, for the snow, the ice and all the beautiful things. I love Harbin.

学英语作文篇3

　　no signs, where the soft, unbroken snow seemed to advertise solidity beneath, tee man broke through。 it was not deep。 he wet himself halfway to the knees before he floundered out to the firm crust。

　　he was angry, and cursed his luck aloud。 he had hoped to get into camp with the boys at si oclock, and this would delay him an hour, for he would have to build a fire and dry out his foot-gear。 this was imperative at that low temperature--he knew that much; and he turned aside to the bank, which he climbed。 on top, tangled in the underbrush about the trunks of several small spruce trees, was a high-water deposit of dry firewood--sticks and twigs, principally, but also larger portions of seasoned branches and fine, dry, last-years grasses。 he threw down several large pieces on top of the snow。 this served for a foundation and prevented the young flame from drowning itself in the snow it otherwise would melt。 the flame he got by touching a match to a small shred of birch bark that he took from his pocket。 this burned even more readily than paper。 placing it on the foundation, he fed the young flame with wisps of dry grass and with the tiniest dry twigs。

　　he worked slowly and carefully, keenly aware of his danger。 gradually, as the flame grew stronger, he increased the size of the twigs with which he fed it。 he squatted in the snow, pulling the twigs out from their entanglement in the brush and feeding directly to the flame。 he knew there must be no failure。 when it is seventy-five below zero, a man must not fail in his first attempt to build a fire--that is, if his feet are wet。 if his feet are dry, and he fails, he can run along the trail for half a mile and restore his circulation。 but the circulation of wet and freezing feet cannot be restored by running when it is seventy-five below。 no matter how fast he runs, the wet feet will freeze the harder。

　　all this the man knew。 the old-timer on sulphur creek had told him about it the previous fall, and now he was appreciating the advice。 already all sensation had gone out of his feet。 to build the fire he had been forced to remove his mittens, and the fingers had quickly gone numb。 his pace of four miles an hour had kept his heart pumping blood to the surface of his body and to all the etremities。 but the instant he stopped, the action of the pump eased down。 the cold of space smote the unprotected tip of the planet, and he, being on that unprotected tip, received the full force of the blow。 the blood of his body recoiled before it。 the blood was alive, like the dog, and like the dog it wanted to hide away and cover itself up from the fearful cold。 so long as he walked four miles an hour, he pumped that blood, willy-nilly, to the surface; but now it ebbed away and sank down into the recesses of his body。 the etremities were the first to feel its absence。 his wet feet froze the faster, and his eposed fingers numbed the faster, though they had not yet begun to freeze。 nose and cheeks were already freezing, while the skin of all his body chilled as it lost its blood。

　　but he was safe。 toes and nose and cheeks would be only touched by the frost, for the fire was beginning to burn with strength。 he was feeding it with twigs the size of his finger。 in another minute he would be able to feed it with branches the size of his wrier, and then he could remove his wet toot-gear, and, while it dried, he could keep his naked feet warm by the fire, rubbing them at first, of course, with snow。 the fire was a success。 he was safe。 he remembered the advice of the old timer on sulphur creek, and smiled。 the old-timer had been very serious in laying down the law that no man must travel alone in the klondike after fifty below。 well, here he was; he had had the accident; he was alone; and he had saved himself。 those old-timers were rather womanish, some of them, he thought。 all a man had to do was to keep his head, and he was all right。 any man who was a man could travel alone。 but it was surprising, the rapidity with which his cheeks and nose were freezing。 and he had not thought his fingers could go lifeless in so short a time。 lifeless they were, for he could scarcely make them move together to grip a twig, and they seemed remote from his body and from him。 when he touched a twig, he had to look and see whether or not he had hold of it。 the wires were pretty well down between him and his finger-ends。

　　all of which counted for little。 there was the fire, snapping and crackling and promising life with every dancing flame。 he started to untie his moccasins。 they were coated with ice; the thick german socks were like sheaths of iron halfway to the knees; and the moccasin strings were like rods of steel all twisted and knotted as by some conflagration。 for a moment he tugged with his numb fingers, then, realizing the folly of it, he drew his sheath-knife。

　　but before he could cut the strings, it happened。 it was his own fault or, rather, his mistake。 he should not have built the fire under the spruce tree。 he should have built it in the open。 but it had been easier to pull the twigs from the brush and drop them directly on the fire。 now the tree under which he had done this carried a weight of snow on its boughs。 no wind had blown for weeks, and each bough was fully freighted。 each time he had pulled a twig he had communicated a slight agitation to the tree--an imperceptible agitation, so far as he was concerned, but an agitation sufficient to bring about the disaster。 high up in the tree one bough capsized its load of snow。 this fell on the boughs beneath, capsizing them。 this process continued, spreading out and involving the whole tree。 it grew like an avalanche, and it descended without warning upon the man and the fire, and the fire was blotted out! where it had burned was a mantle of fresh and disordered snow。

　　the man was shocked。 it was as though he had just heard his own sentence of death。 for a moment he sat and stared at the spot where the fire had been。 then he grew very calm。 perhaps the old-timer on sulphur creek was right。 if he had only had a trail-mate he would have been in no danger now。 the trail-mate could have built the fire。 well, it was up to him to build the fire over again, and this second time there must be no failure。 even if he succeeded, he would most likely lose some toes his feet must be badly frozen by now, and there would be some time before the second fire was ready。

　　such were his thoughts, but he did not sit and think them。 he was busy all the time they were passing through his mind。 he made a new foundation for a fire, this time in the open, where no treacherous tree could blot it out。 net, he gathered dry grasses and tiny twigs from the high-water flotsam。 he could not bring his fingers together to pull them out, but he was able to gather them by the handful。 in this way he got many rotten twigs and bits of green moss that were undesirable, but it was the best he could do。 he worked methodically, even collecting an armful of the larger branches to be used later when the fire gathered strength。 and all the while the dog sat and watched him, a certain yearning wistfulness in its eyes, for it looked upon him as the fire-provider, and the fire was slow in coming。

　　when all was ready, the man reached in his pocket for a second piece of birch bark。 he knew the bark was there, and, though he could not feel it with his fingers, he could hear its crisp rustling as he fumbled for it。 try as he would, he could not clutch hold of it。 and all the time in his consciousness, was the knowledge that each instant his feet were freezing。 this thought tended to put him in a panic, but he fought against it and kept calm。 he pulled on his mittens with his teeth, and threshed his arms back and forth, beating his hands with all his might against his sides。 he did this sitting down, and he stood up to do it; and all the while the do,g sat in the snow, its wolf-brush of a tail curled around warmly over its forefeet, its sharp wolf

学英语作文篇4

　　the bustle of the hospital was a welcome distraction as i opened my new patients chart and headed for her room. my son, eric, had just brought home a disappointing report card, and my daughter, shannon, and i had argued again about her getting a drivers license. for the net eight hours i wanted to throw myself into helping people who i knew had much more to worry about than i did.

　　rebekah was only 32, admitted for chemotherapy after breast-cancer surgery, when i entered her room it took me a moment to spot her amid the bouncing forms of three giggling little girls.

　　i told rebekah i would be her nurse and she introduced her husband, warren; si-year-old ruthie; four-year-old hannah; and two-year-old molly. warren coaed the girls away from their mother with a promise of ice cream and assured rebekah they would return the net day.

　　as i rubbed alcohol on her arm to prepare it for the intravenous line, rebekah laughed nervously. i have to tell you im terrified of needles. itll be over before you know it, i said. ill give you a count of three.

　　rebekah shut her eyes tightly and murmured a prayer until it was over. then she smiled and squeezed my hand. before you go, could you get my bible from the table? i handed her the worn book. do you have a favorite bible verse? she asked. jesus wept. john 11: 35. such a sad one, she said. why?

　　it makes me feel closer to jesus, knowing he also eperienced human sorrow.

　　rebekah nodded thoughtfully and started flipping through her bible as i shut the door quietly behind me.

　　during the following months i watched rebekah struggle with the ravages of chemotherapy. her hospital stays became frequent and she worried about her children. meanwhile i continued to contend with raising my own kids. they always seemed either out or holed up in their rooms. i missed the days when they were as attached to me as rebekahs little girls were to her.

　　for a time it had seemed rebekahs chemotherapy was working. then doctors discovered another malignant lump. two months later, a chest -ray revealed the cancer had spread to her lungs. it was terminal. help me to help her through this, i prayed.

　　one day when i entered her room, i found her talking into a tape recorder. she picked up a yellow legal pad and held it out to me. im making a tape for my daughters, she said.

　　i read the list on her pad: starting school, confirmation, turning 16, first date, graduation. while i worried how to help her deal with death, she was planning for her childrens future.

　　she usually waited until the early hours of the morning to record the tapes so she could be free from interruptions. she filled them with family stories and advice?trying to cram a lifetime of love into a few precious hours. finally, every item in her notes had been checked off and she entrusted the tapes to her husband.

　　i often wondered what i would say in her place. my kids joked that i was like an fbi agent, with my constant questions about where theyd been and who theyd been with. where, i thought, are my words of encouragement and love?

　　it was three oclock one afternoon when i got an urgent call from the hospital. rebekah wanted me to come immediately with a blank tape. what topic has she forgotten? i wondered.

　　she was flushed and breathing hard when i entered her room. i slipped the tape into the recorder and held the microphone to her lips. ruthie, hannah, molly?this is the most important tape. she held my hand and closed her eyes. someday your daddy will bring home a new mommy. please make her feel special. show her how to take care of you. ruthie, honey, help her get your brownie uniform ready each tuesday. hannah, tell her you dont want meat sauce on your spaghetti. she wont know you like it separate. molly, dont get mad if theres no apple juice. drink something else. its okay to be sad, sweeties. jesus cried too. he knows about sadness and will help you to be happy again. remember, ill always love you.

　　i shut off the recorder and rebekah sighed deeply. thank you, nan, she said with a weak smile. youll give this one to them, wont you? she murmured as she slid into sleep.

　　a time would come when the tape would be played for rebekahs children, but right then, after i smoothed rebekahs blanket, i got in my car and hurried home. i thought of how my shannon also liked her sauce on the side and suddenly that quirk, which had annoyed me so many times, seemed to make her so much more precious. that night the kids didnt go out; they sat with me long after the spaghetti sauce had dried onto the dishes. and we talked ? without interrogations, without complaints?late into the night.

学英语作文篇5

　　Volunteers Needed

　　As it is necessary for college students to take an active part in social activities，the Student Union decides to organize a social practice during the summer holiday and is now recruiting volunteers.

　　We will show the plan and the arrangement to all the students who want to join us.Our plan is to depart next weekend，when the summer vacation officially begins.And，

　　our purpose is to supply our service to the Olympic Games.The first destination is Nanjing，the world famous city for its beauty and mild temperature.We’Il take the train and stay there for

　　l day,and then we’ll head for Shanghai.During the 3-day stay there，we will help the coaches there，SO that the game can go smoothly.In Beijing we will undertake a lot of work，and we

　　will stay there for about a week.All together,our trip will last about two weeks.

　　Those interested please contact as either through email(XXX@126.tom)or phone call(12345678).

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