實用的英文作文集合5篇

　　在平平淡淡的學習、工作、生活中，大家都接觸過作文吧，借助作文可以宣泄心中的情感，調節(jié)自己的心情。寫起作文來就毫無頭緒？以下是小編精心整理的英文作文5篇，僅供參考，歡迎大家閱讀。

英文作文 篇1

　　G, I dont even remember the last time I did a book report on this blog, life is so busy!! :D

　　But since Im sick and staying home today, I finally have the time to my book "life".

　　So, I just finished this book in the morning, all the details are still ringing in my head(which is gooD).

　　The name "Tally Youngblood", the main character, was the first thing interested me in this book. The word youngblood reminded me so many things. But the story did more.

　　"Tally is about to turn sixteen, and she cant wait. Not for her license--for turning pretty. In Tallys world, your sixteenth birthday brings an operation that turns you from a repellent ugly into a stunningly attractive pretty and catapults you into a high-tech paradise where your only job is to have a really great time. In just a few weeks Tally will be there.

　　But Tallys new friend Shay isnt sure she wants to be pretty. Shed rather risk life on the outside. When Shay runs away, Tally learns about a whole new side of the pretty world---- and it isnt very pretty. The authorities offer Tally the worst choice she can imagine: find her friend and turn her in, or never turn pretty at all. The choice Tally makes changes her world forever."

　　While reading this book, I kept having a weird phrase in my head:"to be or not to be". Is friendship more important than owning a pretty face? Is it the outside that really matters? Is freedom of having your independent ideas that important? Tally sure struggled through lots of conflicts. Even though this is a science fiction, but I felt as I was Tally, making lots of choices that could change your life forever. 14, such a sensitive age, will I ever betray my friends or lover for something not important at all? That is something to think about

英文作文 篇2

　　Picture of an Angel

　　Golden sunlight danced in the treetops, and children's laughter filled the park. The smell of popcorn played on the breeze, and life seemed good. It was one of the happiest Saturday mornings I had spent with my little daughter, Gigi.

　　That is, until two strangers threw her into their car and sped away. It seemed like a bad dream. I could barely whisper when the police questioned me. For hours we waited, but there was no word on the whereabouts of the car. Tears would start to come. Then nothing. I was numb with fear.

　　"Go home, Ma'am," the sergeant said. "I'll have an officer drive you. We'll also want to monitor your telephone. The kidnappers might call, and we'll want to get a trace. Trust me, these guys can't get far." After what had just happened, it was hard for me to trust anything.

　　My friend Gloria came over that afternoon. "I heard about Gigi on the radio," she said. "Everyone is looking for the car. The interstates are all blocked." She took my hand.

　　"Look here," Gloria said. "I want you have this picture, and I want you to pray with me."

　　It was a picture of a little girl sound asleep in her bed. Standing by the bed was a tall, blond angel. His hand was touching the girl's shoulder as he smiled down at her.

　　My nerves were frazzled. "You know I don't believe in that kind of thing!" I snapped. "I'm too exhausted for any hocus-pocus right now, Gloria! I want my daughter home!" I started to shake, and then I began sobbing.

　　Gloria placed the photo on our mantle and knelt down beside me. "Just pray with me," she said, holding my hand.

　　I had no strength left, so we prayed and waited what seemed an eternity. Together, we waited by the phone until sundown. The phone never rang.

　　Suddenly, the front door swung open. I looked up and screamed.

　　There stood Gigi. "Gigi! Thank God!" I cried, throwing my arms around her. "Where did those men take you? How did you get home? Did the police find you?"

　　"No Mommy!" said Gigi. "I was real scared because those men said they were taking me far away. We were going real fast on an old rock road I'd never seen before. But then a tall man walked out in front of the car, and they ran off the road and hit a tree.

　　Then the tall man ran up and opened the car door and pulled me out. He was real nice, and said I would be okay now, and that those men couldn't hurt me. I must have gone to sleep, because then I woke up here in front of our house. He must have brought me home."

　　"But who … how did he know … where to bring you?" My voice broke and trailed to a whisper.

　　"I don't know, Mommy," Gigi said. "But he was real friendly, and I wasn't scared of him at all."

　　Just then Gigi noticed Gloria's picture on the mantle. "That's him!" She squealed, pointing at the picture. "Mommy, the tall blond man dressed like an angel. That's the man that pulled me out of the car!"

　　I felt chill-bumps across my neck and arms. Gloria turned pale. "Are you sure that's the man?" Gloria asked.

　　"Yeah, that's him okay. Except he didn't have wings, and he was wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt. But that's him exactly. I'd remember him anywhere!"

　　Later that night, the police found the injured kidnappers in their wrecked car fifty miles from our home. When questioned, the driver remembered swerving to avoid hitting a tall blond man. The backseat door that Gigi sat by had been completely torn off its hinges.

　　Twenty years have gone by. We have never heard from anyone claiming to have rescued Gigi. There have been no logical explanations for Gigi's miraculous escape and return home from a wreck so far away.

　　There have always been things that people can't explain. But, from that day forward, I've never doubted that many of those things are divine miracles. I believe that all experiences, positive and negative, are given to us for our strengthening and learning.

　　Gigi now takes her little girl to the park on Saturdays. They enjoy the sunlight as it dances in the treetops, the smell of popcorn, and the laughter of children. She keeps Gloria's picture on her mantle, and she re- members her angelic friend. And, like my daughter, I have a faith that has carried me through many trials since that day many years ago.

英文作文 篇3

　　In contrast to the sadness of the tomb sweepers people also enjoy hope of Spring on this day. The Qingming Festival is a time when the sun shines brightly the trees and grass become green and nature is again lively. Since ancient times people have followed the custom of Spring outings. At this time tourists are everywhere.

　　People love to fly kites during the Qingming Festival. Kite flying is actually not limited to the Qingming Festival. Its uniqueness lies in that people fly kites not during the day but also at night. A string of little lanterns tied onto the kite or the thread look like shining stars and therefore are called "god‘s lanterns."

　　The Qingming Festival is also a time to plant trees for the survival rate of saplings is high and trees grow fast later. In the past the Qingming Festival was called "Arbor Day". But since 1979 "Arbor Day" was settled as March 12 according to the Gregorian calendar.

　　相反的悲傷的墓掃墓，人們也希望享受春天的這一天。清明節(jié)是一個陽光燦爛的'日子，樹和草都變綠了，大自然又恢復了活力。自古以來，人們都有踏青的習俗。此時到處是游客。

　　人們喜歡在清明節(jié)期間放風箏。風箏放飛其實并不限于清明節(jié)。它的獨特之處在于人們在白天不放風箏，晚上也放風箏。一串串的小燈籠拴在風箏上或是線上看起來像閃亮的星星，因此被稱為“上帝的燈籠”。

　　清明節(jié)也是一個植樹的時候，樹苗的成活率很高，樹木生長快。在過去，清明節(jié)被稱為“植樹節(jié)”。但自1979以來，“植樹節(jié)”定在3月12日根據公歷。

英文作文 篇4

　　我今年五年級，一直以來根本對英文毫無興趣。直到我遇見一位專門教英文的老師，才使我對英文產生了濃厚的興趣。這位英文老師是我五年級的老師。我們都叫他Sir，或是張老師。Sir的年紀有點大，看起來六十歲或七十歲。

　　很多老師說Sir是學校的老臣子，經驗豐富，在學校服務多年，讓他教我們英文真是三生有幸。Sir很嚴肅，不平易近人，就因為這樣很少同學愿意聽他的課和很少老師和他談話。每當在上英文課時，同學們似乎把Sir當作是“透明人”一樣當作他不存在，你說你的.，我說我的。

　　我是班長，每個星期三我都得去辦公室把功課交給老師。我看見老師們都有說有笑，唯有Sir獨自一人看英文書，讓感覺我好心酸。

　　老師們日盼已久的教師節(jié)終于來臨了！老師們穿得漂漂亮亮的來學校。表演已開始了，我望來望去都看不到Sir的蹤影。我感到好奇怪呀，全校的老師都下來了，怎么沒看到Sir呢？我去到辦公室順道把教師節(jié)禮物放在曾經努力教過我的老師的桌位上。我無意中看見Sir在他的桌位上批改我們的作業(yè)，我感到很奇怪。我向前去問Sir再送Sir禮物。Sir的桌上沒有一份禮物，我想沒同學送Sir禮物。

　　我問Sir：“Sir，為何不下去看表演呢？”Sir說：“我昨天去洗腎，還沒改你們的作業(yè)，而且考試即將來臨，我擔心你們趕不上，我必須趕快改好，讓你們回家溫習。”我感動得眼淚快從眼眶涌出來了。我立即收回眼淚，忍住。我和Sir說：“那您趕快改好，趕快下來。”Sir只說：“嗯”。

　　表演已結束，Sir果然沒來，我相信他應該為了批改作業(yè)而忘記下來吧。一天，我聽到一些“八卦”同學說：“希望Sir今天沒來教書，每天上他的課我都覺得好悶�！蔽曳浅Ｉ鷼猓琒ir那么好，他們竟然這樣說Sir。我把那天在教師節(jié)的來龍去脈告訴他們，他們才感到很慚愧，要求我?guī)ьI他們向Sir道歉。

　　到了辦公室，Sir看見同學們向他道歉，也很感動。Sir說：“你們無需道歉，只要你們肯努力讀書，你們再如何說我也值得的�！甭牭竭@番話我們感動得擁抱著Sir。

　　轉眼間，考試已過去，我們的英文顯得有進步。Sir也感到很欣慰，我們從來沒看過Sir的笑容，今天竟然看見他的笑容，我們也非常開心。

　　所謂：“家有一老，如有一寶”Sir能成為我們的英文老師是我們上輩子得來的福。希望Sir可以身體健康，長命百歲。我們的Sir，謝謝你！

英文作文 篇5

　　Today, I go home to grandpa to visit the year, I am very happy!

　　When I came to my grandfather's house, I saw his grandfather give him a new year. On the other side of the year, I said, "Grandpa is good at the New Year!" He smiled from his pocket and took out a 100 yuan to my hand. I am happy and hopping. When I saw my uncle, I gave him a new year and said, "my uncle is good at the New Year!" The uncle also gave me 100 yuan. Wow! It's already 200 yuan so soon. I saw aunt aunt, she immediately went to the results, she pay New Year's call, gave me 50 yuan, nothing, gave the money, I would have been very happy. When we finished the year, the uncle drove to the grandparents' home for a new year, and we were laughing and laughing on the car, but we were happy.

　　To the great grandfather's house, I see who will give the new year to whom, so, I have a lot of old money, happy! After the year, I looked for the younger brother and sister of the great grandfather's family, and my brother and sister began to play. We had a great time and were very happy!

　　We went back to my grandfather's house and played for a while, and then we went back to my grandmother's home.

　　I like to visit the year best! Because I can get a lot of a lot of money, ha ha!

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