英文作文优秀15篇
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英文作文1
Passenger ship is a ship whose main function is to carry passengers. This class of ships does not include cargo ships that can accommodate a limited number of passengers. For example, there were 12 passenger and cargo ships that were once common at sea, among which the passenger transport was second only to the cargo transport.
However, this type of cargo ship does include many types of ships, whose purpose is to transport a large number of passengers and goods. Until recently, almost all ocean liner ships were able to transport mail and parcel cargo Cargo and express cargo, as well as cargo other than passenger luggage, with cargo holds, booms, mainstays, or only on newer ocean liners and almost all cruise ships, which are usually part of merchant ships, are also used as warships and are often used as warships.
中文翻译：
客船是以载客为主要功能的船舶。该类船舶不包括可容纳有限数量乘客的货船，例如，曾经在海上普遍存在的十二艘客货船，其中乘客的运输仅次于货物运输，然而，这种类型的货船确实包括许多类别的船舶，其目的是运输大量的乘客和货物，直到最近，几乎所有的`远洋班轮都能运输邮件、包裹货物和快件，以及除旅客行李外的其他货物，并配有货舱、吊杆、主柱，或仅在较新的远洋班轮和几乎所有游轮上都已取消了这种载货能力，而客船通常是商船的一部分，客船也被用作军舰，并且经常被用作军舰。
英文作文2
In the Happy Life,the author tells us what the happy life is in his eyes.A happy life is not the easy,smooth,vegetating life,but is made up of brief grand blessedness which is obtained through hard work.The happy life cannot be sought deliberately; hence,we should never flatter others but tell truth in love.Sacrifices should be contained in the happy life as well.I cannot agree with the authors definition of the happy life any more.Many people are running after happy lives,but only a few of them know what happiness is.Usually asked what the happiness is,I generally use some brief nouns such as well-being,satisfaction,etc.to definite it.There is no doubt that what I am thinking about happiness are the answers of many other people’s.After reading this passage,we learn a totally new explanation of the happy life.As the author says the remembrance of a brief grand blessedness may be sweeter and more precious than years upon years of quiet,uninterrupted content.Only through a progress of hardworking can we feel the real happiness of life.Providing there are two apples on a tree; one can be reached easily while the other is beyond your reach.You get the first apple easily,let us say,and then you try to reach the second one.After jumping up you finally manage to get it.The moment you get the second apple you must be happier than the moment you get the first one.What makes you happier is the progress of making efforts.What’s more,the opinion that the happiness cannot be deliberately sought impresses me as well.People always dislike the warnings.Therefore they prefer to be flattered and to flatter others,thinking that what they have done will make others happy.As a matter of fact,they’re absolutely wrong.We’re always ignoring the injuries of flattery.We may be happy for a short moment,however,in the light of time’s perspective we’re greatly injuries.Because these flatteries will make us far from the truth and discourage us to improve our personal qualities.The happy life is a remarkable essay.The author uses his wisdom to analyze the essence of happy life logically.He also set some examples to illustrate his viewpoint powerfully.We learn from his words what the real happy life is and we should pursue the happy life correctly.
英文作文3
“伟大始于渺小。”
"Greatness begins with little."
“快来，老公！帮我做家务好吗？”“你自己做吗？”“你来不来”“……”看爸爸又屈服于妈妈的“淫威＂之下了。你还记得那个＂你耕田来，我织布。”的男权社会吗？比起现在男女孰轻孰重？
"Come on, husband!" Do you help me do the housework? " "Do you do it yourself?" "You don't come." "..." Look at the father and mother succumb to "despotic power" under the. You remember that. "You plow the field, and I weave." Is the patriarchal society? Men and women now than the pros and cons?
转头一想，这还不是得益于我国的优好政策吗？否则妈妈又怎会如此厉害。家里又怎会家具。电器琳琅满目呢？房屋又怎会从土房变为砖瓦房呢？人们又怎会有自己耕作的土地，又怎会有剩余劳动力到城市创业，增加家庭收入，提高物质生活呢？社会在发展，科技在进步，家庭在改变……
Does it not benefit from the good policy of our country? Otherwise, how could mom be so bad. How can the furniture be in the house. What is the full range of electrical appliances? How will the house into a brick house? How do people have their own farming land, and how can there be surplus labor to the city to start a business, increase the income of the family, and improve the material life? The society is developing, the science and technology are improving, the family is changing...
＂老公，来一下……”听，妈妈又在指挥了……
"Husband, come to..." Listen, mom's in the direction of...
从驿马送信到手机短信，经过了改革开放到今天的中部开发，人们的交往范围在加大，交流方式也日趋多样化。
From Yima delivery to mobile phone short message, after the reform and opening up to the middle development today, people's communication range increasing, communication has become increasingly diversified.
手机短信。E-mail。传真。QQ。MSN等等一些都成为朋友间聊天通讯青睐的对象。“祝你生日快乐。呵呵！”“天气凉了，多加衣服。”这些极平常的话，无论相距多远，也能告诉你的朋友。亲人，表现你的关心。你还在写信联系朋友吗？换个方法吧！否则你就out了，交流在飞越，你的心情，思绪也在飞跃。
SMS. E-mail. Fax。 QQ. MSN and so on have become the favorite object of chat communication among friends. "Happy Birthday to you. Ha ha! " "The weather is cold, more clothes." These very ordinary words, no matter how far away, can also tell your friends. Relatives, show your concern. Are you still writing to contact your friends? Change the way! Otherwise you will be out, communication is flying over, your mood, thoughts are also flying.
来吧！举起手，拿起手机给你的朋友献上最真挚的祝福。“最近，还好吗？我想你了。”看见闪烁的字体，你的心里是不是也泛起一点甜蜜。
Come on! Hold up your hand and pick up your mobile phone to give your friends the most sincere wishes. "Is it all right recently?" I miss you. " If you see a flickering font, do you make a little sweet in your heart.
你有看过蜘蛛网吗？那你又想像过被网覆盖的.中国吗？
Have you ever seen a spider web? So have you ever imagined a China covered by the net?
从天俯视看中国，你有没有觉得眼花缭乱？当夜幕降临，你有没有惊叹它的美丽壮观？我们每天穿梭在这张大网上，欣赏周边的风景，体验风拂头发的清爽。风在吹，情在飞，我们一起漫游，星空灿烂，我们共享宁静。
Look at China from the sky, do you feel dazzled? When night falls, do you wonder the beauty and grandeur of it? We shuttle every day in this big online, enjoy the surrounding scenery, experience the wind cool hair. The wind is blowing, the love is flying, we roam together, the stars are brilliant, we share the peace.
看吧！网在蔓延，延伸到世界各地，覆盖每个角落，你想放飞在大千世界吗？来吧！一起行动。
Look at it! The net is spreading, extending all over the world, covering every corner. Do you want to fly in the world? Come on! Act together.
青春漫舞，个性张扬。在21世纪的今天，打扮潮流，装扮时尚已成为每个90后的装束，从简约大方到追求时尚，在中国经济发展的同时，服饰也面临巨大的改革。
Youth dancer, personality. In today's twenty-first Century, dressing up and dressing up has become the costumes of every post-90s. From simple and generous to fashion, China's clothing industry is also facing great reform at the same time of economic development.
“妈妈，我去淘衣服，给您也订一件吧？”这是我在网上淘宝，真得感谢科技的进步，足不出户，衣服到家，尽情挑选，迷恋网购。同学们，看到祖国的发展了吗？我们一起为国欢呼！
"Mom, I'm going to wash my clothes. Do you order one, too?" This is my online Taobao, I really appreciate the progress of science and technology, not home, clothes to home, all the choice, obsessed online shopping. Do you see the development of the motherland, students? We cheered for the country together!
“伟大始于渺小。”从这些小事，你看到我们周围的变化了吗？祝愿我们亲爱的祖国再创辉煌！
"Greatness begins with little." From these little things, do you see the changes around us? Wish our dear motherland to create a brilliant future.
英文作文4
I have a love for my father, and a happy and warm home.
My father has a wide range of interests! Like to go, play badminton, play golf, &hellip, &hellip, and I like to play weiqi best. Every Saturday and Sunday, with me “ kill ” a set.
My mother said that daddy is the sun, mother is the moon, and I am the star. Our family is a permanent bination of galaxies, forever and ever. Father is a huge pillar, support the family, and work hard forever.
My father works in Zhejiang, Wenzhou, and manages a factory. There are twenty days in a month in Wenzhou, ten days in Kunshan. I will cherish this ten days, dad will try to play chess with me, take me out to play.
My father's birthday is ing. I wish him a happy birthday! Good health！
英文作文5
At the beginning of the year 1806, Nikolay Rostov was coming home on leave. Denisov, too, was going home to Voronezh, and Rostov persuaded him to go with him to Moscow and to pay him a visit there. Denisov met his comrade at the last posting station but one, drank three bottles of wine with him, and, in spite of the jolting of the road on the journey to Moscow, slept soundly lying at the bottom of the posting sledge beside Rostov, who grew more and more impatient, as they got nearer to Moscow.
“Will it come soon? Soon? Oh, these insufferable streets, bunshops, street lamps, and sledge drivers!” thought Rostov, when they had presented their papers at the town gates and were driving into Moscow.
“Denisov, we're here! Asleep!” he kept saying, flinging his whole person forward as though by that position he hoped to hasten the progress of the sledge. Denisov made no response.
“Here's the corner of the cross-roads, where Zahar the sledge-driver used to stand; and here is Zahar, too, and still the same horse. And here's the little shop where we used to buy cakes. Make haste! Now!”
“Which house is it?” asked the driver.
“Over there, at the end, the big one; how is it you don't see it? That's our house,” Rostov kept saying; “that's our house, of course.”
“Denisov! Denisov! we shall be there in a minute.”
Denisov raised his head, cleared his throat, and said nothing.
“Dmitry,” said Rostov to his valet on the box, “surely that light is home?”
“To be sure it is; it's the light in your papa's study, too.”
“They've not gone to bed yet? Eh? What do you think?”
“Mind now, don't forget to get me out my new tunic,” added Rostov, fingering his new moustaches.
“Come, get on,” he shouted to the driver. “And do wake up, Vasya,” he said to Denisov, who had begun nodding again.
“Come, get on, three silver roubles for vodka—get on!” shouted Rostov, when they were only three houses from the entrance. It seemed to him that the horses were not moving. At last the sledge turned to the right into the approach, Rostov saw the familiar cornice with the broken plaster overhead, the steps, the lamp-post. He jumped out of the sledge while it was moving and ran into the porch. The house stood so inhospitably, as though it were no concern of its who had come into it. There was no one in the porch. “My God! is everything all right?” wondered Rostov, stopping for a moment with a sinking heart, and then running on again along the porch and up the familiar, crooked steps. Still the same door handle, the dirtiness of which so often angered the countess, turned in the same halting fashion. In the hall there was a single tallow candle burning.
Old Mihailo was asleep on his perch.
Prokofy, the footman, a man so strong that he had lifted up a carriage, was sitting there in his list shoes. He glanced towards the opening door and his expression of sleepy indifference was suddenly transformed into one of frightened ecstasy.
“Merciful Heavens! The young count!” he cried, recognising his young master. “Can it be? my darling?” And Prokofy, shaking with emotion, made a dash towards the drawing-room door, probably with the view of announcing him; but apparently he changed his mind, for he came back and fell on his young master's shoulder.
“All well?” asked Rostov, pulling his hand away from him.
“Thank God, yes! All, thank God! Only just finished supper! Let me have a look at you, your excellency!”
“Everything perfectly all right?”
“Thank God, yes, thank God!”
Rostov, completely forgetting Denisov, flung off his fur coat and, anxious that no one should prepare the way for him, he ran on tip-toe into the big, dark reception-hall. Everything was the same, the same card-tables, the same candelabra with a cover over it, but some one had already seen the young master, and he had not reached the drawing-room when from a side door something swooped headlong, like a storm upon him, and began hugging and kissing him. A second and a third figure dashed in at a second door and at a third; more huggings, more kisses, more outcries and tears of delight. He could not distinguish where and which was papa, which was Natasha, and which was Petya. All were screaming and talking and kissing him at the same moment. Only his mother was not among them, that he remembered.
“And I never knew… Nikolenka … my darling!”
“Here he is … our boy … my darling Kolya.… Isn't he changed! Where are the candles? Tea!”
“Kiss me too!”
“Dearest … and me too.”
Sonya, Natasha, Petya, Anna Mihalovna, Vera, and the old count were all hugging him; and the servants and the maids flocked into the room with talk and outcries.
Petya hung on his legs.
“Me too!” he kept shouting.
Natasha, after pulling him down to her and kissing his face all over, skipped back from him and, keeping her hold of his jacket, pranced like a goat up and down in the same place uttering shrill shrieks of delight.
All round him were loving eyes shining with tears of joy, all round were lips seeking kisses.
Sonya too, as red as crimson baize, clung to his arm and beamed all over, gazing blissfully at his eyes for which she had so long been waiting. Sonya was just sixteen and she was very pretty, especially at this moment of happy, eager excitement. She gazed at him, unable to take her eyes off him, smiling and holding her breath. He glanced gratefully at her; but still he was expectant and looking for some one, and the old countess had not come in yet. And now steps were heard at the door. The steps were so rapid that they could hardly be his mother's footsteps.
But she it was in a new dress that he did not know, made during his absence. All of them let him go, and he ran to her. When they came together, she sank on his bosom, sobbing. She could not lift up her face, and only pressed it to the cold braiding of his hussar's jacket. Denisov, who had come into the room unnoticed by any one, stood still looking at them and rubbing his eyes.
“Vassily Denisov, your son's friend,” he said, introducing himself to the count, who looked inquiringly at him.
“Very welcome. I know you, I know you,” said the count, kissing and embracing Denisov. “Nikolenka wrote to us … Natasha, Vera, here he is, Denisov.”
The same happy, ecstatic faces turned to the tousled figure of Denisov and surrounded him.
“Darling Denisov,” squealed Natasha, and, beside herself with delight she darted up to him, hugging and kissing him. Every one was disconcerted by Natasha's behaviour. Denisov too reddened. but he smiled, took Natasha's hand and kissed it.
Denisov was conducted to the room assigned him, while the Rostovs all gathered about Nikolenka in the divan-room.
The old countess sat beside him, keeping tight hold of his hand, which she was every minute kissing. The others thronged round them, gloating over every movement, every glance, every word he uttered, and never taking their enthusiastic and loving eyes off him. His brother and sisters quarrelled and snatched from one another the place nearest him and disputed over which was to bring him tea, a handkerchief, a pipe.
Rostov was very happy in the love they showed him. But the first minute of meeting them had been so blissful that his happiness now seemed a little thing, and he kept expecting something more and more and more.
Next morning after his journey he slept on till ten o'clock.
The adjoining room was littered with swords, bags, sabretaches, open trunks, and dirty boots. Two pairs of cleaned boots with spurs had just been stood against the wall. The servants brought in wash-hand basins, hot water for shaving, and their clothes well brushed. The room was full of a masculine odour and reeked of tobacco.
“Hi, Grishka, a pipe!” shouted the husky voice of Vaska Denisov. “Rostov, get up!”
Rostov, rubbing his eyelids that seemed glued together, lifted his tousled head from the warm pillow.
“Why, is it late?”
“It is late, nearly ten,” answered Natasha's voice, and in the next room they heard the rustle of starched skirts and girlish laughter. The door was opened a crack, and there was a glimpse of something blue, of ribbons, black hair and merry faces. Natasha with Sonya and Petya had come to see if he were not getting up.
“Nikolenka, get up!” Natasha's voice was heard again at the door.
“At once!” Meanwhile in the outer room Petya had caught sight of the swords and seized upon them with the rapture small boys feel at the sight of a soldier brother, and regardless of its not being the proper thing for his sisters to see the young men undressed, he opened the bedroom door.
“Is this your sword?” he shouted.
The girls skipped away. Denisov hid his hairy legs under the bed-clothes, looking with a scared face to his comrade for assistance. The door admitted Petya and closed after him. A giggle was heard from outside.
“Nikolenka, come out in your dressing-gown,” cried Natasha's voice.
“Is this your sword?” asked Petya, “or is it yours?” he turned with deferential respect to the swarthy, whiskered Denisov.
Rostov made haste to get on his shoes and stockings, put on his dressing-gown and went out. Natasha had put on one spurred boot and was just getting into the other. Sonya was “making cheeses,” and had just whirled her skirt into a balloon and was ducking down, when he came in. They were dressed alike in new blue frocks, both fresh, rosy, and good-humoured. Sonya ran away, but Natasha, taking her brother's arm, led him into the divan-room, and a conversation began between them. They had not time to ask and answer all the questions about the thousand trifling matters which could only be of interest to them. Natasha laughed at every word he said and at every word she said, not because what they said was amusing, but because she was in high spirits and unable to contain her joy, which brimmed over in laughter.
“Ah, isn't it nice, isn't it splendid!” she kept saying every moment. Under the influence of the warm sunshine of love, Rostov felt that for the first time for a year and a half his soul and his face were expanding in that childish smile, he had not once smiled since he left home.
“No, I say,” she said, “you're quite a man now, eh? I'm awfully glad you're my brother.” She touched his moustache. “I do want to know what sort of creatures you men are. Just like us? No.”
“Why did Sonya run away?” asked Rostov.
“Oh, there's a lot to say about that! How are you going to speak to Sonya? Shall you call her ‘thou' or ‘you'?”
“As it happens,” said Rostov.
“Call her ‘you,' please; I'll tell you why afterwards.”
“But why?”
“Well, I'll tell you now. You know that Sonya's my friend, such a friend that I burnt my arm for her sake. Here, look.” She pulled up her muslin sleeve and showed him on her long, thin, soft arm above the elbow near the shoulder (on the part which is covered even in a ball-dress) a red mark.
“I burnt that to show her my love. I simply heated a ruler in the fire and pressed it on it.”
Sitting in his old schoolroom on the sofa with little cushions on the arms, and looking into Natasha's wildly eager eyes, Rostov was carried back into that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for any one else but gave him some of the greatest pleasures in his life. And burning one's arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not strike him as pointless; he understood it, and was not surprised at it.
“Well, is that all?” he asked.
“Well, we are such friends, such great friends! That's nonsense—the ruler; but we are friends for ever. If she once loves any one, it's for ever; I don't understand that, I forget so quickly.”
“Well, what then?”
“Yes, so she loves me and you.” Natasha suddenly flushed. “Well, you remember before you went away … She says you are to forget it all… She said, I shall always love him, but let him be free. That really is splendid, noble! Yes, yes; very noble? Yes?” Natasha asked with such seriousness and emotion that it was clear that what she was saying now she had talked of before with tears. Rostov thought a little.
“I never take back my word,” he said. “And besides, Sonya's so charming that who would be such a fool as to renounce his own happiness?”
“No, no,” cried Natasha. “She and I have talked about that already. We knew that you'd say that. But that won't do, because, don't you see, if you say that—if you consider yourself bound by your word, then it makes it as though she had said that on purpose. It makes it as though you were, after all, obliged to marry her, and it makes it all wrong.”
Rostov saw that it had all been well thought over by them. On the previous day, Sonya had struck him by her beauty; in the glimpse he had caught of her to-day, she seemed even prettier. She was a charming girl of sixteen, obviously passionately in love with him (of that he could not doubt for an instant). “Why should he not love her now, even if he did not marry her,” mused Rostov, “but … just now he had so many other joys and interests!”
“Yes, that's a very good conclusion on their part,” he thought; “I must remain free.”
“Well, that's all right, then,” he said; “we'll talk about it later on. Ah, how glad I am to be back with you!” he added. “Come, tell me, you've not been false to Boris?”
“That's nonsense!” cried Natasha, laughing. “I never think of him nor of any one else, and don't want to.”
“Oh, you don't, don't you! Then what do you want?”
“I?” Natasha queried, and her face beamed with a happy smile. “Have you seen Duport?”
“No.”
“Not seen Duport, the celebrated dancer? Oh, well then, you won't understand. I—that's what I am.” Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirt, as dancers do, ran back a few steps, whirled round, executed a pirouette, bringing her little feet together and standing on the very tips of her toes, moved a few steps forward.
“You see how I stand? there, like this,” she kept saying; but she could not keep on her toes. “So that's what I'm going to be! I'm never going to be married to any one; I'm going to be a dancer. Only, don't tell anybody.”
Rostov laughed so loudly and merrily that Denisov in his room felt envious, and Natasha could not help laughing with him.
“No, isn't it all right?” she kept saying.
“Oh, quite. So you don't want to marry Boris now?”
Natasha got hot.
“I don't want to marry any one. I'll tell him so myself when I see him.”
“Oh, will you?” said Rostov.
“But that's all nonsense,” Natasha prattled on. “And, I say, is Denisov nice?” she asked.
“Yes, he's nice.”
“Well, good-bye, go and dress. Is he a dreadful person — Denisov?”
“How, dreadful?” asked Nikolay. “No, Vaska's jolly.”
“You call him Vaska? … that's funny. Well, is he very nice?”
“Very nice.”
“Make haste and come to tea, then. We are all going to have it together.”
And Natasha rose on to her toes and stepped out of the room, as dancers do, but smiling as only happy girls of fifteen can smile. Rostov reddened on meeting Sonya in the drawing-room. He did not know how to behave with her. Yesterday they had kissed in the first moment of joy at meeting, but to-day they felt that out of the question. He felt that every one, his mother and his sisters, were looking inquiringly at him, and wondering how he would behave with her. He kissed her hand, and called her you and Sonya. But their eyes when they met spoke more fondly and kissed tenderly. Her eyes asked his forgiveness for having dared, by Natasha's mediation, to remind him of his promise, and thanked him for his love. His eyes thanked her for offering him his freedom, and told her that whether so, or otherwise, he should never cease to love her, because it was impossible not to love her.
“How queer it is, though,” said Vera, selecting a moment of general silence, “that Sonya and Nikolenka meet now and speak like strangers.”
Vera's observation was true, as were all her observations; but like most of her observations it made every one uncomfortable—not Sonya, Nikolay, and Natasha only crimsoned; the countess, too, who was afraid of her son's love for Sonya as a possible obstacle to his making a brilliant marriage, blushed like a girl.
To Rostov's surprise, Denisov in his new uniform, pomaded and perfumed, was quite as dashing a figure in a drawing-room as on the field of battle, and was polite to the ladies and gentlemen as Rostov had never expected to see him.
英文作文6
When people succeed, it is because of hard work, but luck has a lot to do with it,too. Success without some luck is almost impossible. The French emperor Napoleon said of one of his generals, “I know he’s good. But is he lucky?” Napoleon knew that all the hard work and talent in the world can’t make up for bad luck. However, hard work can invite good luck.
When it comes to success, luck can mean being in the right place to meet someone, or having the right skills to get a job done. It might mean turning down an offer and then having a better offer come along. Nothing can replace hard work, but working hard also means you’re preparing yourself opportunity. Opportunity very often depends on luck.
How many of the great inventions and discoveries came about through a lucky mistake or a lucky chance? One of the biggest lucky mistakes in history is Columbus’ so-called discovery of America. He enriched his sponsors and changed history, but he was really looking for India. However, Columbus’ chance discovery wasn’t pure luck. It was backed up by years of studying and calculating. He worked hard to prove his theory that the world was round.
Success that comes from pure luck and no hard work can be a real problem. For example, consider a teenage girl who becomes a movie star.
Imagine she’s been picked from nowhere because of her looks. She is going to feel very insecure, because she knows she didn’t do anything to earn her stardom. On the other hand, think about an actress who’s spend years learning and working at her craft. When she finally has good luck and becomes a success, she will handle stardom better, she knows she earns it.
People who work hard help make their own luck by being ready opportunity knocks. When it comes to success. I think that hard work and luck so hand in hand.
英文作文7
Run for monitor speech of 100 words
Beloved teacher, dear students:
Everybody is good!
My name is Zhang Xiaohua, chose to run for the monitor, because I get up the courage. In the class, I was a leader, learning has always been good to answer questions -- class actively accurate, is the teacher's small cotton padded jacket; in the morning reading, I have a certain management ability, is the small guards maintain class order; in the class, I can play with my classmates together, remind they don't play dangerous games. Of course, I will redouble its efforts to study, communication, training, to contribute to the honor classes!
Although, I know there is a lot of good than their own students, but I understand, participation.
If you choose me, I will try to the leader's responsibility, work hard together with classmates, there are dissatisfied with my fellow
Science can and I said, I must correct the errors in time.
Thank you!
英文作文8
I often call my mother "mom", actually she is not a bit old, tall, she still young and beautiful! In my eyes, she and sometimes gentle, sometimes serious, sometimes again and I close, to be a good mother. She is tender, a pair of big eyes always smiles to me, and I have no words don't talk often, considerate to to me, sometimes he goes to bed at night gave me touch back, very comfortable. Serious, if not serious when I do my homework, she found, she would DengYuan eyes, eyeing looked at me, when I saw her eyes, knew that a storm is coming, also dare not out of the atmosphere, hurriedly play things packed, rapid homework, homework, such as clouds disperse, in her heart, she will be as usual, let me free to play, like a cage bird, fly freely, even if she hit me, just 'book clip gently hit me a few times. Ripping up my words, if you pull the purple, the latest in a day or two will be good, don't like my dad pulled three days after mother also often is not good and I like friends, talk, play games, learn English, she also has a characteristic, often resorts to nag me a few words: "I am very democratic! We are friends ah, you know!" And so on. Honestly, the relationship between she and I really really good, I think that is not a better friend than my mother.
I think my mother is the world's most beautiful, the most gentle, the best mom.
英文作文9
My hometown is a small beautiful village. It is surrounded by mountains. There is a small river near my home. The water is clear. When I was a little child, I liked playing in the river.
My hometown is not so rich. Most of the villagers are farmers. They plant rice, corn and peanut.
Now, I live in the city, but I still like going back my hometown.
英文作文10
My favorite scientist is Albert Einstein. He is widely considered as one of the most brilliant and influential physicists in history. Einstein’s work on the theory of relativity revolutionized physics challenging conventional understanding of space and time. His famous equation E=mc2 demonstrated the equivalence of mass and energy and its impact can be seen in nuclear and particle physics.
What I admire most about Einstein is his creativity and imagination. He was able to think outside the box and question established theories. His approach to problem-solving was unconventional and it led him to discover new insights and principles. Einstein also had a strong sense of social responsibility and he used his influence to promote peace and justice.
Despite facing obstacles and persecution from the Nazi regime Einstein remained committed to his principles and continued to pursue his scientific work. His legacy continues to inspire generations of scientists and scholars.
Overall Einstein’s contributions to science and humanity are truly remarkable and I consider him as one of the greatest minds of all time.
我喜欢的科学家
我喜欢的科学家是阿尔伯特·爱因斯坦他被广泛认为是历史上最杰出和具有影响力的物理学家之一爱因斯坦对相对论的研究了物理学挑战了传统的空间和时间的理解他的著名方程式E=mc2展示了质量和能量的等价关系其影响可以在核物理和粒子物理中看到
我最钦佩的是爱因斯坦的创造力和想象力他能够打破常规质疑已有理论他解决问题的方法不同寻常导致他发现了新的洞见和原则爱因斯坦也有强烈的社会责任感他利用自己的影响力促进和平和正义
尽管面临_的.障碍和爱因斯坦仍然坚守自己的原则继续追求科学研究他的遗产继续激励着一代又一代的科学家和学者
总的来说爱因斯坦对科学和人类的贡献是非常卓越的我认为他是史上最伟大的思想家之一
英文作文11
Crow drink water
There is some water in a bottle near a big rock.A bird is very thirsty.
He comes to the bottle and stands next to the bottle.But he can't drink the water,beacause the bottleneck is very long and narrow.
So he thinks and thinks,and then flies away.
After some time,he comes back with a small stone in his beak.He goes up to the bottle and puts the stone into the bottle.
He flies away and flies back again and again.He puts many stones into the bottle.
The water in the bottle comes up to its neck and the crow can catch up and drink the water.
英文作文12
Recently we have held a class meeting to discuss what is considered to be honorable behavior and what is shameful. (最近我们班开了个班会讨论什么是光荣和耻辱.)It is really a pity to see all this in our school.(很遗憾在学校看到这些现象)Some students don’t respect their teachers or parents. (不尊敬老是和父母)Some don’t take their studies seriously and cheat in exams. (作业不认真,考试作弊)Some throw wastes everywhere and pollute the environment . (到处乱扔垃圾污染环境.)It is honorable to obey the law and rules , care much about our class and study hard.(关心班级、努力学习、遵纪守法是光荣)It is shameful to break school rules, to be selfish or to make little effort to achieve success.(违反学校纪律、自私 骄傲是可耻的)We should respect others and think more of them than of ourselves.(我们应该尊敬别人经常关心别人)We should work hard and make much more progress to repay the society.(我们应该努力学习取得更大进步从而回报社会.)We should try our best to keep the environment clean.(我们应该想方设法保持干净的环境.)
英文作文13
at present some people think that money is everything. they say that you can do everything if you have money. you can live in a beautiful house, keep a luxurious ear and have all sorts of delicious food.
i don't think so. indeed, money can buy a lot of things we need. but there are many, many wonderful things in the world that cannot be bough/; with money.
for example, knowledge cannot be bought with money. one cannot be rich in knowledge unless he studies hard. time cannot be bought with money, either. who can buy even a second with money?
there are still many other things that cannot be bought with money: health,life, happiness,friendship, love and so on. just think, if a person hasn't these things at all, is the money still useful?
now, do you think money is everything?
英文作文14
You heard of "pitiful world parents heart" this famous saying, yes, this quote is a quote about with their parents.
Next, I will give you say my parents.
My parents are very painful, I remember a stormy night, bean big rain to smash the window cracked. At that night, I suddenly shook to whole body after wake up the sleeping mother, a mother took out a thermometer, 39 degrees. At this point it out, hurriedly wake up dad, dad went to the kitchen for fever and water, and after I take, then lying in bed, absently fell asleep. When I woke up, opened his eyes and found parents still beside me watching, there is a kind of say a feeling in my heart. I really thank my parents very much.
Drips of tu, when yongquan, the world's largest kindness, is the parents' support. Is worth we use to cherish life, with a sincere heart to appreciate, with practical action to gratitude.
Now I finally understand "pitiful world parents heart", the meaning of the words, so the world's most precious, the greatest is the parents' love and care. We must be grateful parents grew up.
你们听说过“可怜天下父母心”这句名言吗，对，这句名言就是有关与父母的名言。
接下来，我就给你们说一说我的父母。
我的父母很疼我，记得一次风雨交加的.夜晚，豆大的雨点儿噼噼啪啪地砸着窗户。就在那天晚上，我突然发起抖来，浑身直颤，惊醒了熟睡中的妈妈，妈妈拿出体温计一看，39度多。此时就慌了神，连忙叫醒了爸爸，爸爸去厨房拿来退烧药和水，我服下后，便躺在床上，迷迷糊糊地睡着了。等我睡醒一觉后，睁开眼睛，发现父母还在我旁边守护着，心里就有一种说不出的感觉。我真是太谢谢我的父母了。
滴水之恩当涌泉相报，世上最大的恩情，莫过于父母的养育之恩。值得我们用生命去珍爱，用至诚的心去感激，用切实行动去报恩。
我现在终于明白了“可怜天下父母心”这句名言的意思，所以世间最珍贵、最伟大的是父母的爱和呵护。我们长大一定要感恩父母。
英文作文15
Hong Kong is located in Southern China in East Asia and and facing the South China Sea ,wellknown international city.
The territory's 1,104 km2 land area consists primarily of Hong Kong Island,Lantau Island,Kowloon Peninsula and the New Territories as well as some other islands.
Hong Kong became a dependent territory of the United Kingdom for 99 years and remained to the People's Republic of China in on 1 July 1997.
Hong Kong is one of the asia's leading traveling capitals,named shopping heaven.
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