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学英语作文优选（7篇）

　　无论在学习、工作或是生活中，大家都经常接触到作文吧，通过作文可以把我们那些零零散散的思想，聚集在一块。那么，怎么去写作文呢？以下是小编整理的学英语作文7篇，仅供参考，欢迎大家阅读。

学英语作文优选（7篇）

学英语作文篇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.

学英语作文篇2

　　今天我有忍不住地问自己，我的梦想呢？

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

　　我想要不是看了“鲁豫有约”，要不是那两位为了自己的梦想而不断奋斗的农民达芬奇，要不是他们对梦想执着甚至是外人看来有点“痴狂”的追求，我很可能都忘记原来自己曾经也有过梦想。

　　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.

　　但是因为自己没有像他们一样坚持，不如他们“痴狂”，所以我只是今天的我，我过去的梦想只能成为梦而已。

　　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.

　　是什么让我忘记了自己的梦想？是什么让我把梦想深深地埋藏在一个我再也不想驻足的地方？是什么让我不再为自己的`梦想而抬起奔跑的脚步？是什么？懦夫说：是残酷的现实。

　　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.".

　　我的梦想呢？我记得我曾经确实有梦想，很多的梦想。但是为什么现在我竟一个也想不起来呢？真的想不起来吗？真的？懦夫安慰道：没关系。忘记了更好。做人还是现实点儿好。

　　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.

　　我应该是有梦想的。我需要梦想。懦夫说：现在梦想解决不了面包问题。

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

　　懦夫！我是个懦夫！总是为自己的过失和懦弱寻找各种各样的借口。如果借口能卖钱的话，我想我定能够成为百万富翁。

　　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”。的确，我不可以接受一个没有梦想没有激情的自己。既然有这么多“唔可以接受”的事情，为什么我就不尝试去改变呢？既然现在对梦想还是有“感觉”，还没有完全麻木的，为什么我就满于现状每天安坐家中呢？为什么双手有力，却不好好把握这珍贵的青春呢？

　　"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?

　　成功与否，这并不重要。起码，我能告诉自己，我不是懦夫！

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

学英语作文篇3

　　我已经升入三年级了，从这学期开始，我们就增加了一门功课——英语。为了让我学好英语，妈妈就利用我的课余时间教我学英语。

　　九月一日的晚上，妈妈就开始教我学英语。我用右手指着英语句子，妈妈念一句我跟着念一句。可看着一排排密密麻麻的英文字母和句子，我脑袋都大了。妈妈教完一遍又一遍，然后就教我念给她听，我难过地低下了头，因为我不会读，这时候，妈妈似乎看透了我的`心思，微笑着说：“没关系，我再教你几遍。”妈妈又耐心地教了我一遍又一遍，这时候，妈妈鼓励我读，可是，我还不确定自己读得是否正确，就在那里小声地读，妈妈听见了，对我说：“大声地读吧，其实你是读正确了的。”听了妈妈的话，我放心了，我大胆地读了出来，读完后，妈妈说：“好的，你终于读会了。英语是语言学科，英语单词就像我们生词，英语句子就像我们的句子，要多听，多读，多写，慢慢地，以后你就会运用，写出优美的英语作文。”

　　然后，妈妈给我做了一张张英语卡片，叫我抄下来，在英语本上写一行，默写在草稿纸上，写不起再写一行，直到会写了为止。默写完了，妈妈叫我读一遍，顿时，我感到容易多了。第二天，第三天 ……第七天，没天早晨起来我读了三遍，我终于背下来了。

　　经过这几天的英语学习，我感觉学英语并不是很难，但在于你认不认真。俗话说得好：世上无难事，只怕有心人。

学英语作文篇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

学英语作文篇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.

学英语作文篇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.

学英语作文篇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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