【實用】英文作文匯編7篇
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英文作文 篇1
他是我的好朋友(He is my good friend)
my pet is a toy bear. his name is small white. he is white. he has blue eyes and blue ears. his hands and feet are blue too. he is naughty. he likes to make fun of me. he likes reading. when i am unhappy, he accompanies me. he is my good friend.
我的好朋友(My good friend)
my good friendi have a good friens,his name is zhou xiaoqiang.he is 15 years old.he likes play basketball and good at basketball.he is tall and thin.his studies is very good.all teacher like him.his favorite subject is math and english. his nose is very beautiful.i like him very much.
譯文：我的好朋友我有一個好朋友，他叫周小強。他今年15歲。他喜歡打籃球并且有一個較高的.水平。他的身高和身材。他學習很出色。他最喜歡的主題是數(shù)字和應該。他的鼻子很漂亮，總是分享他的主題。
好朋友(good friend)
i have a good friend. she is a beautiful girl. she has long black hair, two big black eyes and a red mouth. her voice is better. she is good at singing. she is a clever girl. she likes reading books , playing computer games and chess. she is also nice. she often helps us . our classmates like her very much..
他是我的好朋友(He is my good friend)
my pet is a toy bear. his name is small white. he is white. he has blue eyes and blue ears. his hands and feet are blue too. he is naughty. he likes to make fun of me. he likes reading. when i am unhappy, he accompanies me. he is my good friend.
MyGoodFriend_500字
my good friendi have a good friend. she is a girl. and she is pretty. she is very good at english! and her english grades are very well! my good friend is a student of hengfu road middle school in class five junior one. she is 13 years old. she is 1 years older than me. and she has two beautiful eyes. she has a cherry mouth and a little nose. she loves to smile. and her smile is very beautiful. do you know her hobby? let me tell you! her favourite sport is badminton. she enjoys doing housework and playing computer games. so her mother loves her very much. and all of her family love her, too.i am very happy to be her friends!! class five, junior one long meimiao no. 29
Mr.Good
I could’ve kicked myself for chasing a woman bass player all the way to Cincinnati: a month after I got there, I left her for a twenty-three-year-old grocery clerk. A few weeks later that was over, too, and I didn’t even have money for a bus ticket back to Dallas. I hadn’t been able to find a gig since I’d moved.
I tried finding work in a music store, and then started applying anywhere and everywhere—fast food, motels, convenience stores—and finally to stay out of a homeless shelter I had to pawn the only one of my guitars worth much, a 1965 Gibson Hummingbird. I stayed drunk for two days. Then I started working day labor so I could get it back. I was mixing mortar and carrying bricks, which I hated because it messed with my hands. The second week I smashed a thumbnail.Everyday I went to the pawnshop to make sure the guitar was still there. The owner looked like a vaguely degenerate antique dealer in a movie.
He wore a vest. Every morning I got up at five and made the half-hour walk to the temp service, a trailer set up in a gravel lot. The place looked like a used car dealership without any cars and the owner was a big thick guy named Purcell who was quick to let you know he was retired Navy. The whole set up was pretty shady. Pay was always in cash and you had to get there before dawn to get a job. Except for me the crowd was all Mexican, illegals I’m pretty sure. They stayed to themselves, so I’d stand alone while we waited for Purcell to show up and smoke and drink coffee and think about how I was going to smash the guitar over a low brick wall once I got it back. My father gave it to me when I was eighteen. One afternoon, 1979, when my high school let out he was in the parking lot sitting on the hood of an old Lincoln he’d parked sideways across five spaces. You couldn’t miss him any way you looked. He was dressed in the same outfit Hank Williams was buried in.
I hadn’t heard from him for seven years. I told my friends I was supposed to meet with a teacher and went back inside and hid in the bathroom—I figured if I waited long enough he’d leave. The janitor ran me out of there so I wouldn’t interfere with his drinking. I killed some time walking the halls, then fooling at my locker. Finally the assistant principal who was locking up made me leave.He was still outside. It was deserted now. He smiled and waved. "Thought that was you I saw," he said. "Figured I’d wait."I nodded. I didn’t know what to say."I hear you’re getting ready to be a high school graduate," he said.I nodded again."That’s real good." He cocked his head, looking at me and smiling. "Your grandma don’t mind your hair being that long?""She hasn’t said anything.""First time I came in with a duck tail she chased me with the scissors." He took a pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket and rapped it on his knee and a single cigarette jumped halfway out, and if he hadn’t been my father that would’ve been cool as hell.He wanted to go get a hamburger.
The inside of the Lincoln smelled like a strip club at six AM. The radio was missing. I reminded him how to get to McKenna’s, a place that had curb service. After we got our drinks he poured part of his Coke out the window and filled it back up from a pint of bourbon he pulled from under the seat. He offered me the bottle but I shook my head."Don’t drink?" he asked. I shrugged.He nodded. "Don’t seem to talk, either."After seven years that crawled all over me. I turned away and stared out my window."Ah son," he said, "I know, I know. I . . . well," and then I heard his cup slosh. I was looking out at a station wagon where a woman was handing around soft serve cones to her kids. A little boy in the backseat was looking back at me.
"Your grandma tells me you’re playing now," he said."Yeah." I still didn’t look at him."What’re you doing?"I was in a bad cover band that played sock hops and dances at country clubs. I’d been listening to Earl Klugh and Wes Montgomery, too, trying some of that out."Not much," I said.The boy pulled his nose up with his thumb and grinned. He had braces. His mother had on a green scarf. "I guess you don’t go in for Bob Wills and such," he said."No," I said. "Not many do anymore," he said. "That’s why this car’s such a piece of shit."Then neither of us said anything. A long minute passed, then another. The little boy kept making faces between licks of his cone. Then the mother caught him. After a glance at me, she jerked him around by the collar.
I heard him splash bourbon into his cup again.Then the car hop brought the tray with the food and hung it on his window and I felt like I could finally turn around."Anything else?" she asked. She was bleach blond and pudgy—I recognized her from school a couple years back but didn’t know her. She had on white jeans and a pink shirt with the tails tied into a knot below her breasts. When you looked at her all you saw was stomach."You all got any ice cream left in there?"
he said."Sure," she said."Then get you one and charge it on my ticket. Girl who looks sweet as cake needs some ice cream to go with her."She giggled. "Or maybe you want a drink of this special Co’-Cola instead?" he asked.She leered, looked left and then right. "Sure," she said. He handed her the cup and she ducked her head and took a drink."When they let you off here?" he said."Not soon enough," she said. "The horse’s ass that runs the place keeps us here half the night.""Well, we’re big boys," he said. "We get to stay up late."I opened my door and got out. He looked around. "Hey, where you going?"
I shut the door. My eyes met the girl’s over the roof of the car, then I ducked my head in the window. "I’ve got to go," I said. "I’ll see you," and I started away from the car. "Hey!" he yelled.But I didn’t turn around. He yelled a couple more times but I kept going. When I was far enough away I looked back. The girl was still standing at the Lincoln. I was hoping he’d be waiting outside the house when I got home. He wasn’t.A week later a notice came from Martin’s Drugs saying I had a Trailways package. It was a cardboard box wrapped in brown butcher’s paper and tied with string, light to carry but about the size of Shakespeare’s coffin. When I got it home and opened it I found a new calfskin guitar case packed in newspaper and inside that was the Hummingbird. The guitar was in good shape, but the words Mr Good were scratched in tall letters on the back of the body. In the bottom of the case was a note:SonI wont you to have this a fine instrumint i bought it new in 1965.
Maybe somday we can play together i can teech you some Bob wills. The only thing about it is i got no idee how the writing got on the back i woke up in a motel in oddessa tex 8 yeer ago and it was almost nite and their it was this is stil a good guitar. Dad I hadn’t heard from him since. If he was alive he’d be sixty-three, and the older I got the more I wished I could see him. We’d have something to talk about now that I’d made every mistake he had. Once I was living with a psychologist and she started ribbing me after she saw how I took such good care of the Gibson.
Better take Mr. Good to soccer practice, she’d say, or Mr. Good says he wants to order Chinese. If she hadn’t been so good-looking I wouldn’t have put up with her—she’d come home after counseling all day and make astrology charts on her clients and smoke pot. She finally drank enough coffee one morning to think to ask how I got the guitar. I told her the story about my dad. "That’s cute," she said.I just stared at her."What is it?" she said.I shook my head."No, what is it?" she asked, almost hysterical."Nothing," I said. "Just looking at your hair."* * *It was cold. I was in Purcell’s lot, smoking, drinking coffee, half-listening to the Spanish talk all around me.
I had seven hundred dollars in my socks—after getting paid today I’d have enough to get the Gibson back, and after Monday and Tuesday I’d have enough to go back to Dallas—and then suddenly an angry shout came from behind the trailer, then another. The lot quickly fell silent. Then the Spanish started up again and most of the men walked over and looked behind the trailer but as soon they did they started leaving, some running, and in about two minutes the place was deserted except for me.I kept watching the trailer, about fifteen yards away.
Nothing. I couldn’t hear anything either but the hum of the arc lights. I didn’t know what to do. I was kind of scared, but I had to try to work that day, no matter what, so I decided to stay where I was and wait for Purcell to show up. I started to light another cigarette, then footsteps sounded on the gravel and a man staggered around the side of the trailer. He was clutching his side and when he saw me he said something in Spanish.
He was big, at least three hundred pounds, and looked like a bear coming toward me. Then he just stopped and stood there. I could hear his breathing. He sank to his knees like a camel sitting down and fell over.For about a hundred and fifty dollars I would’ve left.But there weren’t any philanthropists in the vicinity. I went over to him. He had rolled onto his back and when he saw me standing over him he started talking in Spanish.
He had a rip in the side of his thin jacket and there were dark stains around it. I took off my denim coat and kneeled down, and when he saw what I was doing he moved his hands and let me use the coat as a compress. Some warm blood soaked into the denim, but not much. He seemed more panicked than anything. He just kept on jabbering. Then I heard other voices. Two Mexicans were standing a few yards away, at the edge of the light. "Habla ingles?" I called out."No much, no much," the taller of the two said.
I got him to hold the jacket in place and right away he and the injured man started talking, arguing it sounded like. I ran the three blocks to the store where I made a point of buying my coffee every morning because I liked the way the clerk looked. I asked her to call 911. "Sorry, the phone’s not public," she said."Are you kidding?" I said.She shook her head. "That’s the rule.""But a guy’s been knifed or something."She hesitated, then looked at her watch, a pink thing the size of a coaster. "My manager’s due here any minute now and he says you can’t let the phone thing get started or people’ll be asking to use it all the time." She looked over my shoulder. "Could you move, please?"
I stepped over but stayed at the counter and an old black guy in a baseball cap moved up and gave her numbers for a lottery ticket. "So you’re not going to call?" I said."No," she said.I went outside and picked up the receiver on the pay phone on the side of the building and put it to my ear even though I knew it was dead.
I asked two people going into the store if they had cell phones—both shook their heads, though one had his in a holster on his belt. Then I ran back to the temp service because there wasn’t another payphone nearby and I didn’t know what else to do.Purcell was there. He had his headlights directed onto the scene and he stood in their beams next to the injured man and the two Mexicans who were squatting over him. The shorter one, who I could now see was an older man, was crying. "I can’t have this kind of helling going on here," Purcell was saying."Mr. Purcell," I said.He jerked his head around and squinted into the headlights. "Hey, who’s there?" He recognized me. "So did you see what happened here?" "No. I just tried to call an ambulance but I couldn’t find a phone."He waved like he was shooing a fly. "I checked him, he doesn’t need one. It’d be a waste of the taxpayers’ money. All he’s got is a little lard sliced off." Then he put his hands on his hips and stared down at the man. He had on a white short sleeve shirt and a dark tie; I had never seen him in a coat, no matter the temperature.
"Hey," he said loudly and all three Mexicans looked up at him and he spoke to them in broken Spanish. The tall one holding my jacket answered.According to Purcell’s translation: the two Mexicans who had stayed were from the same town in Mexico as the injured man, and the older one was his uncle or cousin or something. Two days ago the tall Mexican had heard that the injured man—who looked at least thirty—had gotten someone’s teenage daughter pregnant.
The tall Mexican wasn’t sure who the girl was, but he’d heard there’d been a blow up with her father. "I didn’t think there was anybody left who cared about that," Purcell said. He took out a pack of Juicy Fruit and put a stick in his mouth. He stared down at the man, his face a brown study. I crossed my arms and hugged myself. I was freezing."This has implications," Purcell said. "We should probably call an ambulance," I said."We might do that," he said.
"But we’ve got to move him off this property first."I didn’t say anything, but Purcell jerked his head around like I had."Just because this pussel-gut decides to tap some Mexican cheerleader, I should have to pay double and triple on my liability insurance? And as for the police," he said, "what’d you think: Columbo’s gonna show up here at dawn?" He pulled a wallet-on-a-chain out of his back pocket and started speaking Spanish again. When he finished all three Mexicans nodded. The old one wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Then Purcell took out two fifty-dollar bills and handed one to each of the two squatting men. They both spoke to the injured man, patted him on the shoulder, then stood up and left.
Purcell bent over the injured man and slipped two bills into his pants pocket. He spoke to him and the man answered. Purcell replied, his voice angry. The man shook his head back and forth on the ground. Purcell started cursing in English. He turned to me, "Sack of shit says he can’t get up.""Huh," I said.Purcell gave the man a little kick in the hip and said something in Spanish. Then he grabbed the man’s arm and tried to haul him up. He didn’t budge.
He was dead weight. Purcell dropped his arm. "All right," he said, "you get his shoulders and I’ll get his legs," and he stepped around the man to his feet. I didn’t move. He waved. "Come on, let’s go.""That’s my coat there," I pointed."Yeah? So?" he said."It’s ruined," I said.His expression deadened as he figured it out, which took about two seconds. He shook his head and cursed again. He took out his wallet and handed over a fifty."I need a hundred more," I said.If either of us had been smoking the whole block would’ve exploded. "Listen," he said, "I wouldn’t be paying anybody anything if I could speak enough Spanish to make these tacos understand if they don’t do what I say I’ll tell the police whatever I want. But even though you’re a goddamn briar you understand me, don’t you?""The police might hassle me on your sayso," I said, "but that’s about all they could do. And think about it. If I do end up talking to them, I’m such a briar I might let it slip how you run a straight cash business."He turned his back to me and started muttering. He stayed that way at least a half-minute.
Then he turned back around holding out five twenties. His mouth was very tight.Lifting the man was like picking up one end of a rowboat full of water, if you’ve ever done that. We carried him ten yards, rested, then went the last ten yards to the street. Purcell dropped the man’s feet and stayed bent over with his hands on his knees, huffing and puffing. He glanced up at me, then unhooked his key ring from his belt and tossed it and it hit the sidewalk right in front of me and I had to do a skip to keep it from hitting my feet. "Move my car up to the trailer," he said.I looked at the keys, then at him. "What?" I said. "Do it, or I’ll tell the cops you robbed me." He took his cell phone out of his back pocket."Why do you want me to do it?" I said."Just because I do," he said."Forget you," I said."All right," he said and punched a button on the phone, and that’s when I thought of the seven hundred dollars in my socks and how great it would look on a guy without a coat.
The car was a Cadillac in name only. The last time it looked good Eddie Murphy was funny. I slid under the wheel, but didn’t close the door so the rooflight would stay on and I could find things. The seat was too far up for me to fit my feet to the pedals, so I reached down to find the lever and my hand hit a bottle under the seat. It was a half-pint of Jack Daniels and all that was empty was the neck. I unscrewed the cap, bent over like I’d dropped the keys and took a drink, then sat up again. The glove box was missing its door, a cigar with an inch of dead ash was in the ashtray, a single porno playing card was in the passenger seat, a woman who looked like she was waiting for surgery to begin. I turned the card over: seven of clubs. I bent over and took another drink. I was thinking of the last time I saw my father—one of these old boats always did that. I discovered the seat wouldn’t move, so I managed to get situated with my legs splayed out on either side of the steering wheel.
I shut the door, then pulled the car up in front of the trailer and cut the engine and the lights. I stuck the half-pint down the front of my pants. Then I looked in the rearview mirror: Purcell was still at the curb, under a streetlight, standing over the injured man talking and gesturing. It looked like he was haranguing a corpse.I leaned over to get at my pants pocket and took out the hundred and fifty and put it on the dash behind the steering wheel. I just couldn’t abide the idea of having to think of Purcell everytime I played the Gibson. I would’ve rather seen it in the hands of Campfire Girls. The pawn shop opened a half-hour before the liquor stores. I’d been waiting in a coffee shop across the street. I had the Gibson’s empty calfskin case and a Epiphone in its case. I was going to pawn the Epi which would give me the last fifty I needed to get the Gibson back, plus another sixty or seventy. That much would get me to Shreveport, and I figured I knew enough people in Dallas I could find someone who’d drive out and get me.I went in the pawn shop, the bell ringing over my head, and right away I noticed the Gibson wasn’t on its stand in the line of guitars that sat on a high shelf in the back.
Holding the two cases I suddenly felt like an idiot in a Norman Rockwell painting. The empty one felt light enough to throw through the display window. The owner was still wearing his pea coat and was at the back of the long shotgun room behind a line of jewelry cases to my left. He came up front. "It’s gone," he said. "Girl bought it last night not long after you came in."I set down the guitar cases."She paid cash so I don’t know who she was," he said. I asked him what she looked like."I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers," he said.I kept looking at him. I couldn’t believe he had said that. Then he gave a police blotter description of the girl—young, long brown hair, skinny, pale, wearing jeans and a green jacket, said he wouldn’t call her pretty exactly. I asked him, if she came back in, to give her my name and the place where I roomed and to tell her I’d pay to get the Gibson back. I said I’d pay him, too, for doing that."Once I tell her, you got no reason to pay me," he said."That’s true," I said. "A twenty ought to take care of it," he said.I felt so beat I didn’t argue. I squatted down and lifted my pants leg to get at my sock.
The bell rang and a guy in a dirty overcoat and came in and set down a kit bag and started pulling out barber tools. I stood up and the owner took my twenty. I picked up my guitar cases and left.Walking down the street, freezing, I realized I could take the money I had and buy a coat and a bus ticket and be back in Dallas by midnight or I could stay in Cincinnati and buy a coat and try to find the Gibson. I thought about it three seconds and decided to stay.I can play guitar pretty well. And I’ve spent twenty years worth of afternoons in libraries killing time before gigs so I know the difference between Augustine of Hippo and all the other Augustines and I know that even if we do come up with a unified field theory it isn’t going to change a damn thing. But other than that, I wouldn’t take my own advice about anything.
英文作文 篇2
We grow up and grow up and read and grow. Books are like a compass that guides you in your direction when you lose your direction. Therefore, the importance of reading is unimaginable.
As the saying goes, "a book is a medicine, and a good reading can be a doctor." Reading is nurturing the soul. If you don't read, your brain doesn't have knowledge, and your soul will change.
Some adults think that children can learn as long as the subjects, extra-curricular books do not look for. This idea is completely wrong, and extracurricular books are helpful for children. If only to let the children learn subjects, that is not enough. The achievements of those celebrities are fifty percent of the books. So, no matter what book you read, you will gain. The number of reading at a small time is directly related to our future.
If you do not read, when you write the composition, you have no good words, good sentences can be quoted, your composition will be boring, without any literary color. Because you do not read, so there are not many good words, good sentences can be quoted, and there will be no literary color.
How important is reading, no reading, there is no way to walk in this society. Because the society needs knowledge in all professions.
The importance of reading is unimaginable. We should read more and read good books. We should do the best of China and the West.
英文作文 篇3
Miss Tong, our English teacher, often teaches us in an unusual way, and makes her classes lively and interesting.
Once she taught us an American folk song. Its name is Jingle Bells. First she wrote the words of the song on the blackboard. Then she explained every sentence in simple English. After that she sang the song in a sweet voice.
We all liked the song and followed her in singing it several times. After we had learned to sing the whole song, Miss Tong asked us to discuss in English what made us happy. We each said what we thought it was: a beautiful flower, an interesting novel, a meaningful job, a moving poem, an exciting trip, and so on. The discussion was so lively that no one kept silent. It helped to improve our spoken English.
When we understood the meaning of the song very well, we sang it again and again:“Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh….”None of us felt bored or tired, and all of us learned something from the song and the discussion. It was really an interesting class.
英文作文 篇4
One day, xiaoming saw his mother washing white lob, the water in the basin was flowing away, the faucet was still running, xiao Ming hurriedly said: "mom, turn off the tap."
His mother turned off the faucet and said, "what's wrong?" Xiao Ming frowned and said, "we should save water. We have a lot of water in our country." "I know, xiao Ming is a good boy. I know how to save water. I won't waste water anymore." "Xiao Ming is happy to say:" know the wrong and change the good model."
一天，小明看見媽媽在洗白羅卜，盆里的水一直往外流，水龍頭還在嘩嘩的.流著，小明趕緊說：“媽媽，快把水龍頭關掉。”
他媽媽關掉水龍頭奇怪的說：“怎么了？”小明皺著眉毛說：“我們應該節(jié)約用水，我們國家好多地方多缺水呢�！眿寢尣缓靡馑嫉恼f：“我知道了，小明真是個好孩子，知道節(jié)約用水了，我再也不浪費水了。'' 小明高興的說：“知錯就改好樣的�！�
英文作文 篇5
Everybody is eager to happiness,feelings of well-being of everyone.Happiness is sometimes abstract and sometimes very specific.Well-being sometimes distant,sometimes close at hand.Dedication is the well-being,given the well-being,access to the well-being and enjoy the blessings of happiness ......of the words is a well-being,an understanding of the expression is the well-being of the soul ......is the feeling of happiness,happiness is a life experience ......a friend,you feel well-being of it?
When you are immersed in the table hard hours,the mother brought a glass of milk Shannon will love are melting in this steaming milk.I felt,well-being of mother love.When Mom and Dad happy to watch their sons and daughters around the side of their play.You feel it?How happy they are,enjoy the children's family.When the elderly gratifying to watch their sons and daughters married,they laughed gratifying for their old age.
A friend,you happiness?
When the mother of the late winter of a single needle or piece of thread sons and daughters for their own sewing clothes,will also be woven into the warmth.The next day,we wear it,how happy!From rural to urban school children,may have such an experience:the mother before the child left,a few steamed steamed rubbing will continuously rubbing in.motherly love.Eating steamed steamed,as if love fishes tasted.
Cleaners cleaning people to the earth cleaner,we are very happy.Teachers will be life-long dedication to our knowledge,we are very happy.Superior living conditions,we are very happy.We live in this piece of the sun,but also the well-being.
The pursuit of happiness do not deliberately,when you inadvertently,happiness will come to you quietly.However,the well-being but also a pair of long wings,and you will pass anytime,anywhere.Therefore,we must grasp the well-being,even if it remained a second or more!
人人都在渴望幸福,人人都在感受幸福.幸福有時很抽象,有時很具體.幸福有時很遙遠,有時近在咫尺.奉獻是幸福,給予是幸福,獲得是幸福,享受是幸�！痪渥８５脑捳Z是幸福,一個理解的眼神是幸福……幸福是心靈的感覺,幸福是生命的體驗……朋友,你感受到幸福了嗎?
當你正在桌上埋頭苦學時,母親送來一杯香濃的牛奶,將母愛都融在這熱氣騰騰的牛奶中.我感受到了,母愛的幸福.當爸爸媽媽開心的看著自己的兒女圍在他們的身邊嬉戲.你感受到了嗎?他們多么幸福,享受著孩子們的天倫之樂.當老人欣慰的.看著自己的兒女成家立業(yè),他們欣慰的笑了,安享晚年.
朋友,你幸福嗎?
當母親在寒冬的深夜一針一線的為自己的兒女縫衣服,也將溫暖織進去.第二天,我們穿上它,多么幸福!從農(nóng)村到城市讀書的孩子,也許有這樣的體會：母親在孩子臨走前,揉幾個饃饃,也將縷縷母愛揉了進來.吃著饃饃,仿佛嘗到了絲絲母愛.
清潔工人們打掃衛(wèi)生,使地球更干凈,我們很幸福.老師將畢生的知識奉獻給我們,我們很幸福.生活條件的優(yōu)越,我們很幸福.我們生活在這片陽光下,更幸福.
幸福不用刻意追求,在你不經(jīng)意的時候,幸福就會悄然降臨在你身上.但幸福同時也長著一雙翅膀,隨時隨地都會與你擦肩而過.所以,我們要把握幸福,即使它多停留一秒鐘也好!
英文作文 篇6
Harry potter .
I think it is a nice and a funny book.It is good for us teenagers.
I like read it because it is full of science fiction,it is easy to understand and it is the most funny book i have read.I have learned a lot from it.I know that as a teenager,we should be confidence and brave.So as Harry.And we should love and protect our friends.We all need friends.We all need get along well with our friends.If i have the chance to learn some magic,i'd love to be a teenager like Harry potter.Flying and do some magic tricks,that's my interest and that's the most important reason why i love read Harry potter so much
英文作文 篇7
I would be a free bird, flying in the blue sky, playing in nature; I was a small fish, wandering in the water, listening to nature's graceful singing! Leave the exercise book, run to nature, to enjoy the freedom to give happiness! Ah! I want to be free!
I have a fantasy that one day we don't have to be in a stuffy, tasteless classroom and don't do things under the eyes of the family. So I chose the bird. I turned into a happy bird, flying with my brothers and sisters to the wonderful nature! In nature, we sing and play. In a moment, a moment, how happy, very uncomfortable! We can also go to find food together and find our favorite food. How nice it is to share, to freely indulge nature, nature to make us happy, and to nature happy! Therefore, we have learned to work together, in the wonderful nature, we care for each other, love and help each other, together to build a lovely and beautiful home. We forget the prison life of the past, ushered in a glorious free life! I fantasized, fantasizing...
But now is the present, the homework always has to write, the exam always wants to come, the life that is depressed, tasteless still continues! But, my friend, think about it! Is there some happiness in a boring, insipid life? For example: we can go to the book of the ocean looking for happiness, go to the different realm free, in this way, we not only can obtain a lot of knowledge, but also can feel more happy! Isn't it?
Although freedom has always been my dream, I want to pursue it, because I can find true happiness! But what time can my dream come true? In order not to waste time, I can only get happiness from books! But, freedom, the star that I dream of, will always shine in my heart!
Ah! I want to be free!
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