快乐的英语作文

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【精华】快乐的英语作文锦集六篇

　　在学习、工作乃至生活中，许多人都有过写作文的经历，对作文都不陌生吧，作文是从内部言语向外部言语的过渡，即从经过压缩的简要的、自己能明白的语言，向开展的、具有规范语法结构的、能为他人所理解的外部语言形式的转化。你知道作文怎样写才规范吗？下面是小编收集整理的快乐的英语作文6篇，供大家参考借鉴，希望可以帮助到有需要的朋友。

【精华】快乐的英语作文锦集六篇

快乐的英语作文篇1

　　How To Be A Happy Kid

　　Good morning, dear judges!

　　My name is Joyce. Today I will give a speech about How To Be A Happy Kid.

　　Everyone deserves to have a happy childhood. We all know, life isn’t

　　easy all the time, even for children.

　　One time I didn’t do well on a math test. It was the first time for me

　　to get such a low mark. I felt miserable about it. When I got home, without

　　saying a single word to my parents, I rushed into my own room. I sat down

　　in front of my piano. Unconsciously, music came out from my fingers. I was

　　lost in the beauty of the music. My heart flew with the song in the air. The

　　piano music was just like a wise old man consoling me with soft words. After

　　playing the music, I felt very calm and happy.

　　We shouldn’t lack for joy in life. The key is to find ways

　　to be happy. For me, playing the piano helps me 初中物理 find the road back to

　　happiness. For other children, they might find it other ways, like by

　　singing, dancing, playing soccer or helping people. But for all of

　　us, it should come from knowing our parents love us.

　　I am a child. Children shouldn’t worry about anything. I wish every

　　kid is a happy kid.

　　Thank you for listening!

快乐的英语作文篇2

　　Dear Dad，

　　Today I was at the shopping mall and I spent a lot of time reading the Father’s Day cards. They all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how I feel about you. Yet as I selected and read, and selected and read again, it occurred to me that not a single card said what I really want to say to you.

　　You’ll soon be 84 years old, Dad, and you and I will have had 55 Father’s Days together. I haven’t always been with you on Father’s Day nor have I been with you for all of your birthdays. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you. I’ve always been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.

　　You know, Dad, there was a time when we were not only separated by the generation gap but completely polarized by it. You stood on one side of the Great Divide and I on the other, father and daughter split apart by age and experience, opinions, hairstyles, cosmetics, clothing, curfews, music, and boys.

　　The Father-Daughter Duel of ’54 shifted into high gear when you taught me to drive the old Dodge and I decided I would drive the ‘54 Chevy whether you liked it or not. The police officer who escorted me home after you reported the Chevy stolen late one evening was too young to understand father-daughter politics and too old to have much tolerance for a snotty 16 year old. You were so decent about it, Dad, and I think that was probably what made it the worst night of my life.

　　Our relationship improvved immensely when I married a man you liked, and things really turned around when we begin making babies right and left. We didn’t have a television set, you know, and we had to entertain ourselves somehow. I didn’t know what to expect of you and Mom as grandparents but I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Those babies adored you then just as they adore you now. When I see you with all your grandchildren, I know you’ve given them the finest gift a grandparent can give. You’ve given them yourself.

　　Somewhere along the line, the generation gap evaporated. Age separates us now and little else. We agree on most everything, perhaps because we’ve learned there isn’t much worth disagreeing about. However, I would like to mention that fly fishing isn’t all you’ve cracked it up to be, Dad. You can say what you want about wrist action and stance and blah, blah, blah...

　　I’ve been happily drifting for a lot of years, Dad, and I didn’t see you getting older.

　　I suppose I saw us and our relationship as aging together, rather like a fine wine. Numbers never seemed important. But the oddest thing happened last week. I was at a stop sign and I watched as you turned the corner in your car. It didn’t immediately occur to me that it was you because the man driving looked so elderly and fragile behind the wheel of that huge car. It was rather like a slap in the face delivered from out of nowhere. Perhaps I saw your age for the first time that day. Or maybe I saw my own.

　　Fifty years ago this spring we planted kohlrabi together in a garden in Charles City, Iowa.

　　I didn’t know then that I would remember that day for the rest of my life. This week, we’ll plant kohlrabi together again, perhaps for the last time but I hope not. I don’t understand why planting kohlrabi with you is so important to me but it is. And the funny thing about it is, well, I don’t know quite how to tell you this, Dad...I don’t even like kohlrabi...but I like planting it with you.

　　I guess what I’m trying to say, Dad, is what every son and daughter wants to say to their Dad today. Honoring a Father on Father’s Day is about more than a Dad who brings home a paycheck, shares a dinner table, and attends school functions, graduations, and weddings. It isn’t even so much about kohlrabi, ’54 Chevrolets, and fly-fishing. It’s more about unconditionally loving children who are snotty and stubborn, who know everything and won’t listen to anyone. It’s about respect and sharing and acceptance and tolerance and giving and taking. It’s about loving someone more than words can say，and it’s wishing that it never had to end.

　　I love you, Dad.

快乐的英语作文篇3

　　今天学正学堂的苏丹（Su Dan）老师来我们学校给我们上了一节快乐的英语课。

　　到了上英语课的时间，颜老师和陈老师却坐在教室的后面，没有走到讲台上去给我们上课，正奇怪的时候，我们看到一个人大摇大摆的从教室门口走了进来，我一看，这人的眼睛是蓝色的，真是奇怪，正在我发愣的时候这个走到了讲台上，用英语跟我们打了个招呼，啊！这里我才回过神来，然来他是我们今天的外国英语老师。老师先自我介绍了一下，他说：“我叫Su Dan，今天是来给你们上英语课的（英语）。”我们所有同学都兴高彩烈的'大声说：“欢迎、欢迎！”但是发现老师的表情并不开心，这是怎么回事呢？后来我们才恍然大悟，原来这是英语课，要讲英语的，于是我们马上说：“Hello，Hello，Hello。”老师的表情立刻由阴转晴了，就这样开始了我们有趣的英语课。

快乐的英语作文篇4

　　星期六下午，我和我同学来到环球英语，一来到教室，老师和同学们都已经到了。我们悄悄到坐在位置，刚一坐下，老师就开始下课了。

　　我的英语老师叫蒙娜，她有着一双迷人的眼睛，小小的鼻子，灿烂的微笑。她亲切对我们说：“今天我们学习衣服的英语。”老师讲得绘声绘色，我们听得津津有味。

　　不知不觉下课了，我们还依依不舍地和老师说再见。这堂课我学到会了裙子、外套英语单词，我喜欢学英语。

快乐的英语作文篇5

　　The Double Seventh Festival， on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month， is a traditional festival full of romance. It often goes into August in the Gregorian calendar.

　　This festival is in mid-summer when the weather is warm and the grass and trees reveal their luxurious greens. At night when the sky is dotted with stars， and people can see the Milky Way spanning from the north to the south. On each bank of it is a bright star， which see each other from afar. They are the Cowherd and Weaver Maid， and about them there is a beautiful love story passed down from generation to generation.

　　Long， long ago， there was an honest and kind-hearted fellow named Niu Lang (Cowhand)。 His parents died when he was a child. Later he was driven out of his home by his sister-in-law. So he lived by himself herding cattle and farming. One day， a fairy from heaven Zhi Nu (Weaver Maid) fell in love with him and came down secretly to earth and married him. The cowhand farmed in the field and the Weaver Maid wove at home. They lived a happy life and gave birth to a boy and a girl. Unfortunately， the God of Heaven soon found out the fact and ordered the Queen Mother of the Western Heavens to bring the Weaver Maid back.

　　With the help of celestial cattle， the Cowhand flew to heaven with his son and daughter. At the time when he was about to catch up with his wife， the Queen Mother took off one of her gold hairpins and made a stroke. One billowy river appeared in front of the Cowhand. The Cowhand and Weaver Maid were separated on the two banks forever and could only feel their tears. Their loyalty to love touched magpies， so tens of.

　　thousands of magpies came to build a bridge for the Cowhand and Weaver Maid to meet each other. The Queen Motheer was eventually moved and allowed them to meet each year on the 7th of the 7th lunar month. Hence their meeting date has been called "Qi Xi" (Double Seventh)。