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學英語作文優(yōu)選（7篇）

　　無論在學習、工作或是生活中，大家都經(jīng)常接觸到作文吧，通過作文可以把我們那些零零散散的思想，聚集在一塊。那么，怎么去寫作文呢？以下是小編整理的學英語作文7篇，僅供參考，歡迎大家閱讀。

學英語作文優(yōu)選（7篇）

學英語作文篇1

　　I went to my cousins house on the first day of the holidays and got apiece of good news that his wife was pregnant；She said shes worrying about getting fat,but on her face there was aunconcealable pleasure of conceiving ababy.My cousin told me that hell educate his child in asevere way,with afuture fathers matureness.Im happy for them.：)Yesterday,our research schools soccer team had amatch with the graduate students from the department of international business.It was almost aclose game in the first half,but we seemed lacking of vigor in the second half,so,we lost the game.Half of the National Day holidays have passed by.life still goes with good and bad times.

學英語作文篇2

　　今天我有忍不住地問自己，我的夢想呢？

　　Today, I can't help asking myself, what about my dream?

　　我想要不是看了“魯豫有約”，要不是那兩位為了自己的夢想而不斷奮斗的農(nóng)民達芬奇，要不是他們對夢想執(zhí)著甚至是外人看來有點“癡狂”的追求，我很可能都忘記原來自己曾經(jīng)也有過夢想。

　　I want not to see the "Lu Yu about", if not the two struggle for their own dreams of the farmer Da Vinci, but for their dedication to the dream even outsiders is "Crazy" to pursue, I might have forgotten their original ever dream.

　　但是因為自己沒有像他們一樣堅持，不如他們“癡狂”，所以我只是今天的我，我過去的夢想只能成為夢而已。

　　But because they did not adhere to like them, as they are "Crazy", so I just am today, I dream of the past can only be a dream.

　　是什么讓我忘記了自己的夢想？是什么讓我把夢想深深地埋藏在一個我再也不想駐足的地方？是什么讓我不再為自己的`夢想而抬起奔跑的腳步？是什么？懦夫說：是殘酷的現(xiàn)實。

　　What made me forget my dream? What made me bury my dream in a place I never wanted to stop? What makes me stop running for my dream? What is it? Coward says, "cruel reality.".

　　我的夢想呢？我記得我曾經(jīng)確實有夢想，很多的夢想。但是為什么現(xiàn)在我竟一個也想不起來呢？真的想不起來嗎？真的？懦夫安慰道：沒關系。忘記了更好。做人還是現(xiàn)實點兒好。

　　What about my dreams? I remember I did have dreams, lots of dreams. But why can't I think of it now? Can't you really remember? Really? Coward consoled: "never mind.". Better forget. It's better to be a man.

　　我應該是有夢想的。我需要夢想。懦夫說：現(xiàn)在夢想解決不了面包問題。

　　I should have a dream. I need dreams. Coward said: "now the dream can not solve the bread problem.".

　　懦夫！我是個懦夫！總是為自己的過失和懦弱尋找各種各樣的借口。如果借口能賣錢的話，我想我定能夠成為百萬富翁。

　　Coward！ I'm a coward! He always finds excuses for his faults and cowardice. If an excuse can be sold, I think I can become a millionaire.

　　“我唔可以接受咯”。的確，我不可以接受一個沒有夢想沒有激情的自己。既然有這么多“唔可以接受”的事情，為什么我就不嘗試去改變呢？既然現(xiàn)在對夢想還是有“感覺”，還沒有完全麻木的，為什么我就滿于現(xiàn)狀每天安坐家中呢？為什么雙手有力，卻不好好把握這珍貴的青春呢？

　　"I can't accept it."". Indeed, I can't accept myself without dreams or passions. Since there are so many "don't accept" things, why don't I try to change? Now that I still have a "feeling" about dreams, I'm not completely numb. Why do I live in the present situation and sit at home every day? Why both hands powerful, but do not take advantage of this precious youth?

　　成功與否，這并不重要。起碼，我能告訴自己，我不是懦夫！

　　Success or not, that's not important. At least, I can tell myself, I'm not a coward!

學英語作文篇3

　　我已經(jīng)升入三年級了，從這學期開始，我們就增加了一門功課——英語。為了讓我學好英語，媽媽就利用我的課余時間教我學英語。

　　九月一日的晚上，媽媽就開始教我學英語。我用右手指著英語句子，媽媽念一句我跟著念一句�？煽粗慌排琶苊苈槁榈挠⑽淖帜负途渥樱夷X袋都大了。媽媽教完一遍又一遍，然后就教我念給她聽，我難過地低下了頭，因為我不會讀，這時候，媽媽似乎看透了我的`心思，微笑著說：“沒關系，我再教你幾遍�！眿寢層帜托牡亟塘宋乙槐橛忠槐椋@時候，媽媽鼓勵我讀，可是，我還不確定自己讀得是否正確，就在那里小聲地讀，媽媽聽見了，對我說：“大聲地讀吧，其實你是讀正確了的。”聽了媽媽的話，我放心了，我大膽地讀了出來，讀完后，媽媽說：“好的，你終于讀會了。英語是語言學科，英語單詞就像我們生詞，英語句子就像我們的句子，要多聽，多讀，多寫，慢慢地，以后你就會運用，寫出優(yōu)美的英語作文�！�

　　然后，媽媽給我做了一張張英語卡片，叫我抄下來，在英語本上寫一行，默寫在草稿紙上，寫不起再寫一行，直到會寫了為止。默寫完了，媽媽叫我讀一遍，頓時，我感到容易多了。第二天，第三天 ……第七天，沒天早晨起來我讀了三遍，我終于背下來了。

　　經(jīng)過這幾天的英語學習，我感覺學英語并不是很難，但在于你認不認真。俗話說得好：世上無難事，只怕有心人。

學英語作文篇4

　　Dear Xiao Wang,

　　Learning that you are going to visit me during the week-long holiday, I was so happy that I couldn’t wait a minute to share the good news with my patents. They are also very eager to see you. I am sure you will find your stay enjoyable.

　　The scenery of my home town is beautiful. The first thing we may do after your arrival is to go to the woods in the morning, with is as lovely and peaceful as the Vienna woods we’ve seen in the film The Great Waltz. With birds singing, we’ll have a leisurely walk in the woods.

　　My hometown is located in a mountainous area and we will certainly not miss mountain-climbing during the holiday. The mountains here are all covered with trees of different kinds and are worth touring. There is no doubt that we’ll have a real picnic there.

　　After that, we can go fishing and swimming in a river, which is not far away from my home. It would be very delightful to sit at a tranquil country river bank with our feet dangling into the cool water in such hot summer days.

　　Phone me before you set off and let me know exactly when you will get here. I will meet you at the station.

　　My bet wishes to you and your family.

　　Yours truly

　　Zhang Ying

學英語作文篇5

　　My mother is a senior high school English teacher. Under standably， she wanted her daughter to pick up English early to give her an edge to later study， which I did not understand at the age of eight. I was so obsessed with fun and games that I hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and odd words. I wondered what pleasure Mother seemed to have found in teaching me A，B， C. Wasn't teaching at school tire some enough for her？ I went on strike， refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or severe Mother tried to be with me. For the first time in my life， Mother beat me， imprinting on my mind. The physical pain was gone long， long ago. But I have finally come to understand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience， and I ache at her pain.

學英語作文篇6

　　The Most Important Day in My Life

　　Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore? I was like that ship before my education began, only I had no way of knowing how near the harbor was.

　　The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

　　On the afternoon of that exciting day, I guessed vaguely from my mother’s signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.

　　I felt approaching footsteps. I thought it was my mother and stretched out my hand. Someone took it, and then I was caught up and held close in the arms of the person who had come to reveal all things to me, and, more important than that, to love me.

　　The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word “d-o-l-l”. I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was filled with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I simply made my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way many words, among them, “pin”, “hat”, “cup”, and a few verbs like “sit”, “stand” and “walk”, but my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.

　　One day while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan gave me my old doll, too. She then spelled “d-o-l-l” and tried to make me understand that “d-o-l-l” applied to both. Earlier in the day, we had a struggle over the two words “m-u-g” is “mug” and “w-a-t-e-r” is “water” , but I persisted in mixing up the two. I became impatient and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it on the floor, breaking it into pieces. I was not sorry after my fit of temper. In the dark, still world, I had no strong sentiment for anything.

　　My teacher brought me my hat, and I knew we were going out into the warm sunshine. We walked down the path to the well-house. Someone was drawing water, and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand, she spelled into the other word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still; my whole attention was fixed upon the movements of her finger. Suddenly I seemed to remember something I had forgotten — a thrill of returning thought – and the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that the “w-a-t-e-r” meant that wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul and set it free.

　　I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house, every object which I touched seemed to be full of life. That was because I saw everything with a strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the fragments and tried in vain to put them together. Then my eyes were filled with tears, for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt sorry.

　　I learned a lot of new words that day. It would have been difficult to find a happier child than me when I lay in my small bed that night and thought of the joys that day had brought to me, and for the first time I longed for a new day to come.

學英語作文篇7

　　Great Trip

　　england is the best place ive ever been. everything is so beautiful. i spent about one and a half days on the plane. when i arrived at heathrow airport in london, it was evening and the great trip was starting. there were many places i visited in london, like big ben, westminster, the tower of london…….those are very famous. most of the time in the afternoon, my parents and i sat and walked in the park. have you seen “notting hill” before? the story in the movie happens in london. the british museum, musee de louver and the metropolitan museum of art are the three largest museums in the world. ive visited two of them. then we left london for cambridge, windsor castle, york and stonehenge. they were ecellent . every small town has a history of one or two thousand years. there was an art festival called “tutto” in edinburgh, and there were many street players who their lives to the shows. then we went to northern scotland. it was dangerous! then we went back to london, and sat in the park, and the fat geese were so cute. that journey was the nicest memory of my life. i wont forget it.

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