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实用的学英语作文(锦集6篇)

　　在日常学习、工作或生活中，大家或多或少都会接触过作文吧，写作文可以锻炼我们的独处习惯，让自己的心静下来，思考自己未来的方向。那么问题来了，到底应如何写一篇优秀的作文呢？下面是小编为大家整理的学英语作文6篇，欢迎大家分享。

实用的学英语作文(锦集6篇)

学英语作文篇1

　　cockroaches are the insects that frighten me the most。 i wasn＇t afraid of them before， but now i can＇t stand them。 it started when i was sleeping one day and smelled a disgusting odor。

　　i discovered a dead cockroach under my body and its eggs on my pillow！ i almost died！ i jumped off my bed at once and took a bath quickly。 the experience made me hate cockroaches。 what i find most disgusting is when i see a cockroach fly around the room。

　　i＇m always afraid that they m1ght land on me。 hearing the sound of its wings makes me nervous and afraid。

　　cockroaches pose a threat to our daily lives。 a dirty environment will attract many cockroaches and this may threaten our health。 they pollute food and water and bring many illnesses， such as dysentery and skin diseases。

　　i can＇t help shivering at the sight of them。

学英语作文篇2

　　The most unforgettable memory in my life

　　Many unforgettable memories come to my mind when I read the topic,and I remember many people who are far away from me now.The moment I remind them,I become excited and sweet,as most of them have left me a beautiful and romantic memory,among which,I cherish one unforgettable thing most.I learn a lot from it.

　　It happened in early summer when I was in middle school between my best friend Lily and me.We attended a hiking activity held by school.We were all tired after getting to the destination,so we had a good rest and enjoyed the beautiful scene there.However,as the group didn’t inform us to leave together,we were left behind.We looked for our way back together,but we were lost in the great mountain with the cold lake under the mountain.I was very scared,but Lily said to me firmly,“Jane,we are always together no matter what difficulties we met!So don’t be afraid!” she held me so tightly that I had more courage.Finally,the rescuers found us.We never forget it!

　　As the old saying goes,a friend indeed is a friend in need.I know that a true friendship is so beautiful and priceless that is worth me to cherish for the whole life.

学英语作文篇3

　　Over the Heavy Rain

　　Many years ago, before I moved to the city, I lived in a small town. I was so close to the nature, I could see the mountain and the clear water. I remember the town became especially beautiful after the heavy rain, the air was so fresh and I felt a little cozy, it was like a gift from god in the hot summer. The mountain looked so clear over the heavy rain, it just washed by the rain. The things around me were so green. I love living in the town, I especially like the town when it was washed by the rain. At that moment, nature and me were united, we just like a group.

学英语作文篇4

　　day had broken cold and gray, eceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little traveled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland。 it was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, ecusing the act to himself by looking at his watch。 it was nine oclock。 there was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky。 it was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun。 this fact did not worry the man。 he was used to the lack of sun。 it had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more-days must pass before that cheerful orb, due south, would just peep above the sky-line and dip immediately from view。

　　the man flung a look back along the way he had come。 the yukon lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice。 on top of this ice were as many feet of snow。 it was all pure white, rolling in gentle, undulations where the ice jams of the freeze-up had formed。 north and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, save for a dark hairline that curved and twisted from around the spruce-covered island to the south, and that curved and twisted away into the north, where it disappeared behind another spruce-covered island。 this dark hair-line was the trail--the main trail--that led south five hundred miles to the chilcoot pass, dyea, and salt water; and that led north seventy miles to dawson, and still on to the north a thousand miles to nulato, and finally to st。 michael on bering sea, a thousand miles and half a thousand more。

　　but all this--the mysterious, far-reaching hair-line trail。 the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it all--made no impression on the man。 it was not because he was long used to it。 he was a newcomer! in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter。 the trouble with him was that he was without imagination。 he was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances。 fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost。 such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all。 it did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon mans frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and mans place in the universe。 fifty degrees below zero stood forte bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks。 fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero。 that there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never entered his head。

　　as he turned to go on, he spat speculatively。 there was a sharp, eplosive crackle that startled him。 he spat again。 and again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled。 he knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air。 undoubtedly it was colder than fifty below--how much colder he did not know。 but the temperature did not matter。 he was bound for the old claim on the left fork of henderson creek, where the boys were already。 they had come over across the divide from the indian creek country, while he had come the roundabout way to take; a look at the possibilities of getting out logs in the spring from the islands in the yukon。 he would be in to camp by si oclock; a bit after dark, it was true, but the boys would be there, a fire would be going, and a hot supper would be ready。 as for lunch, he pressed his hand against the protruding bundle under his jacket。 it was also under his shirt, wrapped up in a handkerchief and lying against the naked skin。 it was the only way to keep the biscuits from freezing。 he smiled agreeably to himself as he thought of those biscuits, each cut open and sopped in bacon grease, and each enclosing a generous slice of fried bacon。

　　he plunged in among the big spruce trees。 the trail was faint。 a foot of snow had fallen since the last sled had passed over, and he was glad he was without a sled, traveling light。 in fact, he carried nothing but the lunch wrapped in the handkerchief。 he was surprised, however, at the cold。 it certainly was cold, he concluded as he rubbed his numb nose and cheek-bones with his mittened hand。 he was a warm-whiskered man, but the hair on his face did not protect the high cheek-bones and the eager nose that thrust itself aggressively into the frosty air。

　　at the mans heels trotted a dog, a big native husky, the proper wolfdog, gray-coated and without any visible or temperamental difference from its brother, the wild wolf。 the animal was depressed by the tremendous cold。 it knew that it was no time for traveling。 its instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the mans judgment。 in reality, it was not merely colder than fifty below zero; it was colder than sity below, than seventy below。 it was seventy-five below zero。 since the freezing point is thirty-two above zero, it meant that one hundred and seven degrees of frost obtained。 the dog did not know anything about thermometers。 possibly in its brain there was no sharp consciousness of a condition of very cold such as was in the mans brain。 but the brute had its instinct。 it eperienced a vague but menacing apprehension that subdued it and made it slink along at the mans heels, and that made it question eagerly every unwonted movement of the man as if epecting him to go into camp or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire。 the dog had learned fire, and it wanted fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cuddle its warmth away from the air。

　　the frozen moisture of its breathing had settled on its fur in a fine powder of frost, and especially were its jowls, muzzle, and eyelashes whitened by its crystalled breath。 the mans red beard and mustache were likewise frosted, but more solidly, the deposit taking the form of ice and increasing with every warm, moist breath he ehaled。 also, the man was chewing tobacco, and the muzzle of ice held his lips so rigidly that he was unable to clear his chin when he epelled the juice。 the result was that a crystal beard of the color and solidity of amber was increasing its length on his chin。 if he fell down it would shatter itself, like glass, into brittle fragments。 but he did not mind the appendage。 it was the penalty all tobacco-chewers paid in that country, and he had been out before in two cold snaps。 they had not been so cold as this, he knew, but by the spirit thermometer at sity mile he knew they had been registered at fifty below and at fifty-five。

　　he held on through the level stretch of woods for several miles, crossed a wide flat of rigger-heads, and dropped down a bank to the frozen bed of a small stream。 this was henderson creek, and he knew he was ten miles from the forks。 he looked at his watch。 it was ten oclock。 he was making four miles an hour, and he calculated that he would arrive at the forks at half-past twelve。 he decided to celebrate that event by eating his lunch there。

　　the dog dropped in again at his heels, with a tail drooping discouragement, as the man swung along the creek-bed。 the furrow of the old sled-trail was plainly visible, but a dozen inches of snow covered the marks of the last runners。 in a month no man had come up or down that silent creek。 the man held steadily on。 he was not much given to thinking, and just then particularly he had nothing to think about save that he would eat lunch at-the forks and that at si oclock he would be in camp with the boys。 there was nobody to talk to; and, had there been, speech would have been impossible because of the ice-muzzle on his mouth。 so he continued monotonously to chew tobac

学英语作文篇5

　　我们生活在同一个世界，但每个人眼中的世界却是不同的。我眼中的世界是五彩缤纷的，就如同童话世界。它有纯洁的白色热烈的红色，高贵的蓝色。千变万化让人琢磨不透。

　　We live in the same world, but the world in everyone's eyes is different. The world in my eyes is colorful, just like the fairy tale world. It has pure white warm red, noble blue. It's hard to fathom the variety.

　　我的`家是温馨嗯粉色。因为我的家里有爱我的爸爸妈妈姥姥姥爷，相亲相爱。

　　My home is warm and pink. Because my family has a father, mother, grandmother and grandfather who loves me and loves each other.

　　我的学校是严谨的蓝色，学校里有教书育人的老师，有亲切的同学，还有热情的食堂阿姨。大家在学校这个大环境中互相帮助健康成长。

　　My school is rigorous blue. There are teachers who teach and educate people, friendly classmates and enthusiastic canteen aunts. We help each other grow up healthily in the school environment.

　　我爱玩的游乐场是欢快的红色，各种各样的玩具，充满欢声笑语，一个个童真的脸庞，是永恒的回忆。

　　My favorite playground is a happy red, a variety of toys, full of laughter, a childlike face, is an eternal memory.

　　这个世界是温暖的、快乐的、美好的、我爱这个充满爱的世界。

　　This world is warm, happy and beautiful. I love this world full of love.

学英语作文篇6

　　I have a very cheerful holiday in “The National Day”. My parent and I went to Shanghai about nine days ago. We got there by plane, I think that shanghai must be a very big city, and there are a lot of tall buildings. First we went into the hotel named”chuang ye”. And we saw the tall big building “Shanghai TV Tower”, at nine in the evening, we got back to the hotel. The second day, we visited Zhouzhuang. It’s very beautiful and the air was good,

　　I bought my favorite toy : weapons. I like them very much. Shanghai’s food tasted good. Today we are very happy and tired, so we slept early in the night. The third day however, we didn’t go anywhere, we stayed in the hotel until late in the afternoon. In the evening, we came back to Tianjin by plane to. This travel was fantastic!

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