（通用）实用的学英语作文
在生活、工作和学习中，许多人都写过作文吧，作文是人们把记忆中所存储的有关知识、经验和思想用书面形式表达出来的记叙方式。你知道作文怎样写才规范吗？以下是小编整理的学英语作文8篇，欢迎大家借鉴与参考，希望对大家有所帮助。
学英语作文 篇1
Today is Sunday.My family went on a trip to People's Park.
The sun shone brightly,the grass was green and beautiful.
And the view on our way to the park is so fantastic that I couldn't stop taking photos.We have a picnic in the park.
My mother boated with my Dad on the river.I played with my friend Mike on the grass and then we have supper in a resaurant.
How plesasant the trip was!
学英语作文 篇2
今天上午，我和爸爸一起学英语，我先快速复习了一下前面的单词和句子，接着爸爸说：“今天我们要学习新的一课，可要认真呦。”我想有什么难，就爽快地答应了。爸爸认真的教，我呢认真的学，不费多大功夫，单词和课文我全会了。爸爸吃惊的看着我说：“儿子，你今天怎么这么聪明？我再教你一个小短文，看你还能学会吗。”我瞟了一眼书，短文很长，但我还是很有信心的说：“行，肯定能行！”
为了兑现我的诺言，接下来，我认真的听，仔细的.读，那些平时较难的单词、短语今天仿佛突然变得容易了，没过一会儿，我就高兴地说：“爸爸，我给你读一遍吧！”当爸爸听完后，禁不住竖起大拇指骄傲的说：“Excellent！”
此时，我的心里特别的高兴，而通过这次的学习，也使我认识到：今天，我能学的这么好，基础，信心加必胜的信念，是我走向成功的法宝。在今后的学习中，我一定要用好这些法宝。
学英语作文 篇3
the Children's Day this year is the most unforgettable one for me beacause i'll soon graduate.
Even though it doesn't come yet,i believe it must be the most unforgettable.
I will no loneger be a child once going to middle school
What a unforgettable Children's Day!
学英语作文 篇4
my home is not big but is very beautiful.there are a living room, a dinning room and three bedrooms in my home. each room has big windows so we can see the scene of lotus hill park and caitian park. look! both two parks are covered with a big green coat because it is spring now. the decoration and furniture of my home are succinct and modern, its main color is white ecept my room, my room is colorful as i like. you can see many pictures on wall and some plants somewhere, they make my home more beautiful. but the most noticeable thing is the bookcase. there are over 3000 books in it, some are my own books, the others are belong to my parents. we love reading.i love my home very much because it is clean, bright and quiet. each time i get home, i feel so warm. that is the home i have been longing for.do you think so?
学英语作文 篇5
I like spring best of all the four seasons. When spring comes, it's getting warmer and warmer, and the world becomes rich and colorful.
The sun is red, the sky is blue, clouds are white, and the trees get green again.
In spring, we can see beautiful flowers everywhere. The birds come back from the south, and sing happily all day. Everything comes back to life again.
Look, the boys and girls are flying kites by the river happily. How beautiful the season is!
学英语作文 篇6
The Bamboo 竹子
Bammboo grows up straight and thin, with branches at the top. It has long leaves. It looks like a tree, but it is really a kind of grass.
There are more than five hundred kinds of bamboo in the world. Some grow over ten meters tall. Some are only a few inches tall. Bamboo grows best in warm and wet places.
The long stem of bamboo is hollow. They are light and strong. People use them to build houses and bridges. Bamboo is also made into paper. People like to eat them.
Do you like bamboo?
【参考译文】
竹子长得又直又细，顶部有枝条，叶子修长。它像一棵树，但实际上是一种草。
世界上有500多种竹子，有的'高达10多米长，有的只有几寸高。竹子最适合长在温暖和潮湿的地方。
竹子长长的茎是空的，它们很轻很结实。人们用它们来建房子和搭桥。竹子也能用于造纸。人们很爱吃竹子。
你喜欢竹子吗?
学英语作文 篇7
last sunday, i went to visit my uncle with my parents by bus. as i just sat down, an aunt with a baby in her arms got on, but there was no more seat for her on the bus. so i stood up quickly and gave my seat to her. the aunt said with a smile. "you are a nice boy. thank you very much." the baby looked at me laughing and i was very glad.
【参考译文】
上星期天，我和父母坐公共汽车去看我的叔叔。我刚坐下，一个抱着孩子的阿姨上车了，但车上已经没有空座。于是我迅速站起来给她让座。阿姨面带微笑地说：“你真是一个好孩子，谢谢你。”那个婴儿看着我笑了，我很高兴。
学英语作文 篇8
-ears pricked forward intently as it watched the man and the man, as he beat and threshed with his arms and hands, felt a great surge of envy as he regarded the creature that was warm ant secure in its natural covering。
after a time he was aware of the first far-away signals of sensation in his beaten fingers。 the faint tingling grew stronger till it evolved into a stinging ache that was ecruciating, but which the man hailed with satisfaction。 he stripped the mitten from his right hand and fetched forth the birch bark。 the eposed fingers were quickly going numb again。 net he brought out his bunch of sulphur matches。 but the tremendous cold had already driven the life out of his fingers。 in his effort to separate one match from the others, the whole bunch fell in the snow。 he tried to pick it out of the snow, but failed。 the dead fingers could neither touch nor clutch。 he was very careful。 he drove the thought of his freezing feet, and nose, and cheeks, out of his mind, devoting his whole soul to the matches。 he watched, using the sense of vision in place of that of touch, and when he saw his fingers on each side the bunch, he dosed them--that is, he willed to close them, for the wires were down, and the fingers did not obey。 he pulled the mitten on the right hand and beat it fiercely against his knee。 then。 with both mittened hands, he scooped the bunch of matches, along with much snow, into his lap。 yet he was no better off。
after some manipulation he managed to get the bunch between the heels of his mittened hands。 in this fashion he carried it to his mouth。 the ice crackled and snapped when by a violent effort he opened his mouth。 he drew the lower jaw in, curled the upper lip out of the way, and scraped the bunch with his upper teeth in order to separate a match。 he succeeded in getting one, which he dropped on his lap。 he was no better off。 he could not pick it up。 then he devised a way。 he picked it up in his teeth and scratched it on his leg。 twenty times he scratched before he succeeded in lighting it。 as it flamed he held it with his teeth to the birch bark。 but the burning brimstone went up his nostrils and into his lungs, causing him to cough spasmodically。 the match fell into the snow and went out。
the old-timer an sulphur creek was right, he thought in the moment of controlled despair that ensued after fifty below, a man should travel with a partner。 he beat his hands, but failed in eciting any sensation。 suddenly he bared both hands, removing the mittens with his teeth。 he caught the whole bunch between the heels of his hands。 his arm muscles not being frozen enabled him to press the hand-heels tightly against the matches。 then he scratched the bunch along his leg it flared into flame, seventy sulphur matches at once! there was no wind to blow them out he kept his head to one side to escape the strangling fumes, and held the blazing bunch to the birth bark。 as he so held it, he became aware of sensation in his hand。 his flesh was burning。 he could smell it。 deep down below the surface he could feel it。 the sensation developed into pain that grew acute。 and still he endured, it holding the flame of the matches clumsily to the bark that would not light readily because his own burning hands were in the way, absorbing most of the flame。
at last, when he could endure no more, he jerked his hands apart。 the blazing matches fell sizzling into the snow, but the birch bark was alight。 he began laying dry grasses and the tiniest twigs on the flame。 he could not pick and choose, for he had to lift the fuel between the heels of his hands。 small pieces of rotten wood and green moss clung to the twigs, and he bit them off as well as he could with his teeth。 he cherished the flame carefully and awkwardly。 it meant life, and it must not perish。 the withdrawal of blood from the surface of his body now made him begin to shiver, and he grew more awkward。 a large piece of green moss fell squarely on the little fire。 he tried to poke it out with his fingers, but his shivering frame made him poke too far and he disrupted the nucleus of the little fire, the burning grasses and tiny twigs separating and scattering。 he tried to poke them together again, but in spite of the tenseness of the effort, his shivering got away with him, and the twigs were hopelessly scattered。 each twig gushed a puff of smoke and went out。 the fire-provider had failed。 as he looked apathetically about him, his eyes chanced on the dog, sitting across the ruins of the fire from him, in the snow, making restless, hunching movements, slightly lifting one forefoot and then the other, shifting its weight back and forth on them with wistful eagerness。
the sight of the dog put a wild idea into his head。 he remembered the tale of the man, caught in a blizzard, who killed a steer and crawled inside the carcass, and so was saved。 he would kill the dog and bury his hands in the warm body until the numbness went out of them。 then he could build another fire。 he spoke to the dog, calling it to him; but in his voice was a strange note of fear that frightened the animal, who had never known the man to speak in such way before。 something was the matter, and its suspicious nature sensed danger--it knew not what danger, but somewhere, somehow, in its brain arose an apprehension of the man。 it flattened its ears down at the sound of the mans voice, and its restless, hunching movements and the liftings and shiftings of its forefeet became more pronounced; but it would not come to the man。 he got on his hands and knees and crawled toward the dog。 this unusual posture again ecited suspicion, and the animal sidled mincingly away。
the man sat up in the snow for a moment and struggled for calmness。 then he pulled on his mittens, by means of his teeth, and got upon his feet。 he glanced down at first in order to assure himself that he was really standing up, for the absence of sensation in his feet left him unrelated to the earth。 his erect position in itself started to drive the webs of suspicion from the dogs mind; and when he spoke peremptorily, with the sound of whiplashes in his voice, the dog rendered its customary allegiance and came to him。 as it came within reaching distance, the man lost his control。 his arms flashed out to the dog, and he eperienced genuine surprise when he discovered that his hands could not clutch, that there was neither bend nor feeling in the fingers。 he had forgotten for the moment that they were frozen and that they were freezing more and more。 all this happened quickly, and before the animal could get away, he encircled its body with his arms。 he sat down in the snow, and in this fashion held the dog, while it snarled and whined and struggled。
but it was all he could do, hold its body encircled in his arms and sit there。 he realized that he could not kill the dog。 there was no way to do it。 with his helpless hands he could neither draw nor hold his sheath knife nor throttle the animal。 he released it, and it plunged wildly away, with tail between its legs, and still snarling。 it halted forty feet away and surveyed him curiously, with ears sharply pricked forward。 the man looked down at his hands in order to locate them, and found them hanging on the ends of his arms。 it struck him as curious that one should have to use his eyes in order to find out where his hands were。 he began threshing his arms back and forth, beating the mittened hands against his sides。 he did this for five minutes, violently, and his heart pumped enough blood up to the surface to put a stop to his shivering。 but no sensation was aroused in the hands。 he had an impression that they hung like weights on the ends of his arms, but when he tried to run the impression down, he could not find it。
a certain fear of death, dull and oppressive, came to him。 this fear quickly became poignant as he realized that it was no longer a mere matter of freezing his fingers and toes, or of losing his hands and feet, but tha
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