关于英语日记作文8篇
在学习、工作或生活中,大家总少不了接触作文吧,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。作文的注意事项有许多,你确定会写吗?下面是小编整理的英语日记作文8篇,希望对大家有所帮助。
keeping a diary in english is one of the effective ways to improve our english writing ability. compared with other forms of writing, it is shorter and takes less time. it can help us to cultivate the habit of thinking in english. if we persist in his practice, gradually we’ll learn how to express ourselves in english.
in keeping a diary in english, we inevitably run up against a lot of difficulties. in the first place, it often happens that we have trouble finding appropriate words and phrases to express our mind. in the second place, there are many idiomatic ways of saying things in chinese. and it is extremely hard for us to put them into english properly.
as far as i’m concerned, my suggestion is that we should always have a notebook and a chinese-english dictionary within easy reach. what’s more, we can also turn to our english teacher for help, if necessary. in short, it is of great value to keep a diary in english for the development of our writing skills.
在作文辅导班中,我认识了很多很多的好朋友,他们为我带来快乐和幸福,我能认识他们我感到无比的幸运,特别是老师。
In the composition tutoring class, I know a lot of good friends. They bring me happiness and happiness. I feel very lucky to know them, especially the teachers.
当我们上第一节的时候,我感觉我们已经是老同学一样上着开开心心的`课。老师就像我们永远都能留着的,永远永远都不会离开我们似的。
When we had the first section, I felt that we were already old classmates who were having a happy class. Teachers are like what we can always keep and will never leave us.
其它的课堂,我们真的难以忘怀,我体会到每一个人都有自己的想法和感受,我也感受到自己身体的每一部份都在说什么的。老师每一节课都说了很多很多,没有一个人回忘记老师所说的,特别是我,老师所说的,我都会牢记在心。
In other classes, we really can't forget. I realize that everyone has their own thoughts and feelings, and I also feel what every part of my body is saying. The teacher said a lot in every class. No one will forget what the teacher said, especially me. I will remember what the teacher said.
还有几天就要跟老师分离了,我们好不舍得跟老师分离。如果时间能够停流,我会把时间停在暑假辅导班那一天,我爱暑假的辅导班。
It's going to be separated from the teacher in a few days. We can't bear to separate from the teacher. If time can stop flowing, I will stop at the day of summer tutoring class. I love summer tutoring class.
我的谢谢我的好朋友们和老师。谢谢他们为我带来无穷无尽的欢乐……
My thanks to my good friends and teachers. Thank them for bringing me endless joy...
This is my first time to join the summer camp in Zhejiang University. In the morning, we took part in opening ceremony. There were more than four hundred students in this sumer camp. I felt very happy because I know I can make more friends in this beautiful city. It took us nearly one hour to listen teachers’ talk. Then we had to begin our first exam.it was not very hard. On, I forgot to talk about our headteacher. He was a student, too.but he becaemeour teacher for twenty days. I though he was a good teacher, too. He was very handsome. I was very happy t met him. He came from Australia. It was a very beautiful country. In his class, not only we can learn many English knowledge, but also can develop our spoken English. We talked about many things. On, it was very nice.
Today is my first day to come to this university. I am very happy.
An artist went to a beautiful part of the country and stayedwith a famer. Every day he went out drawing from morning to evening when the sun went down, he returned and a good dinner before he went to bed. When it was time for him to leave, he wanted to becaemeour pay the famer. But the famer said, no, I don’t want any money, but give me one of your pictures, what is money. In a week the money will all be spent, but the picture will still be here. The artist was very pleased and thanked the famer for saying such kind things about his pictures.
July 9 20xxIt was the second day of our summer holiday. I felt good. I felt I am free. I had a lot of time to do things I like. My parents are in Zhongshan. So I live alone but I don’t feel lonely. But I didn’t do something special. I stayed at home watched TV. Oh! I wrote an Englishdaily composition. It was my homework. Today, I have slept for 14 hours.I thought I was very tired. It was time f
Wednesday, November8th,I felt terrible yesterday morning. My mother took me to the hospital.
“What’s your trouble, little boy?” the doctor asked.
“I can’t stop sneezing and I have a headache. ”
“When did it start?”“This morning. ”
“Open your mouth and say ‘Ah’. ”
My mother was worried and asked the doctor, “What’s the matter with him?”
“He has a bad cold, but it’s nothing serious. ” the doctor said.
Then the doctor let me take some medicine. He asked me to stay in bed and have a good rest.
I feel better after taking the medicine.
Today is Saturday . We had a school trip to the Park River to see the river and its bridges. We starded by bus at 6:40 am .The weather was fine and every one of us was very happy .We arrived there at ten to nine .We saw the great river and visted one of the bridges. How great it is!Then we played games ,sang songs and danced on the sand. We told stories and had a picnic under the trees . At the same time , we took a lot of photos there.We had a good time . We returned safely at half past five in the afternoon.
今天是星期六。我们有一个学校旅行是去滨江公园去看河流和桥梁。我们在早上六点四十分乘公共汽车出发。天气很好,我们每个人都非常高兴。我们是9;50分到达那里。我们看到了大河,参观了一座桥梁。多么宏伟啊!然后我们还在沙滩上玩游戏,唱歌和跳舞。我们也讲故事,然后在树下野餐。同时,我们在那里拍了很多照片。我们有一个美好的时光。我们在下午5点半安全返回。
armed with two over-packed suitcases, we arrived at the airport just in time for my flight。 "well, here we are, the airport," my sister said with a sigh。 as i watched her unload my luggage, i could see the sadness in her eyes。 this was not easy on her either。
we had both been dreading this moment for the past week。 one last hug and a final good-bye and i would be on my way to a new life abroad, leaving my beloved sister behind。all my life i had loved airports。 to me they were some kind of magic gateway to the world, a place from which to start great holidays and adventures。 but today it seemed like a cold and heartless place。
as we made our way to the gate we passed through a busload of frustrated holiday goers and their screaming children。 i looked at my sister and even though her eyes were filled with tears, she was trying to keep a brave face。 "you better go or you'll miss your flight," she said。"i am just going to walk away and not look back," i said, "that would just be too hard。"
as i held her one last time she whispered, "don't worry about me, i'll be just fine。" "i'll miss you," i replied, and with those last words i was off。 as promised, i did not look back, but by the time i reached the custom's office i was sobbing。 "cheer up, love," the tall customs officer said with a smile。 "it's not the end of the world, you know。" but to me it was the end of the world, as i had known it。while boarding the plane i was still crying。 i did not have the energy to put my bag in the overhead locker, so i stuffed it on the empty seat next to mine。 as i settled into my chair, a feeling of sadness overwhelmed me。 i felt like my best friend had just been taken away from me。
growing up, my sister and i would do everything together。 born barely fifteen months apart we not only looked alike, we were alike。 we both had that same mix of curiosity and fear of all things unknown to us。one sunny summer day i was playing outside on the grass when she came up to me and said, "want to come to the attic?" we both knew that the answer to that question was always 'yes。'
we were frightened of the attic but also fascinated by its smells and sounds。 whenever one of us needed something, the other one would come along。 together we would fight the life-size spiders and battle through the numerous boxes until we found what we needed。over time the visits to the attic became less scary。 eventually there came a time when we would go by ourselves, but my sister and i stayed as close as ever。 when the time came for us to go to college, what better way than for us to go together。
my parents were pleased because that way we could 'keep an eye on each other' and of course report back on what the other one was up to。 but now that our college days were over and i was off to a foreign country, all i had left were my memories。
the plane shook heavily and the bag that i had shoved onto the seat next to me fell on the floor。 my aspirin, hairbrush and a copy of the book i planned to read were spread on the floor。
i bent over to gather them up when i saw an unfamiliar little book in the middle of my belongings。 it was not until i picked it up that i realized that it was a diary。 the key had been carefully placed in the lock so i opened it。
immediately i recognized my sister's handwriting。 "hi sis, what a day it has been today。 first you let me know that you are moving abroad and then my boss。。。"
only then did i realize that my sister had been keeping a diary for the past month and that she was now passing it on to me。 she had been scheming to start the diary for the past year but now the time seemed right。 i was to write in it for the next couple of months and then send it back to her。
i spent the rest of the flight reading about my sister's comings and goings。 and even though a large ocean separated us, at some point it felt like she was actually there。 it was only when i thought that i had lost my best friend that i realized that she was going to be around forever。
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