快乐的英语作文

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快乐的英语作文四篇

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快乐的英语作文四篇

快乐的英语作文篇1

　　“妈妈，你什么要我学英语？”五岁的女儿在去英语学校的路上，一本正经地问我。我正在思考晚上一个重要的专访的事情，因此心不在焉地作答：“这个你还不明白吗？”女儿抬起头，眼睛直视着我说：“难道就因为英国比我们强大，我们就要学习他们的语言吗？”“什么？”我惊讶地看着女儿。“妈妈，你知道吗？现在也有很多外国人在学习我们的汉语呢！”女儿一板一眼地继续她的话题，“那你为什么还要我学英语，而且要学的最好呢？”

　　我不禁暗自感慨：眼前这个小脑袋里竟然在思索这么深奥的问题？我可不能等闲视之，一定要给女儿一个圆满的答案。告诉她我们要学好英语以便学习国外先进的技术，为中国的繁荣昌盛而努力；告诉她熟练地掌握英语，可以更好地与外国人交流沟通，增广见闻，就像《天方夜谭》中那个能听懂动物说话的人一样“万能”；还是说多学一门语言就是增长了一项技能，如同游戏中的主人公又得到了一个克敌致胜的法宝……思之再三，我反问女儿，“你长大以后不是想周游世界吗？而英语是世界上广泛使用的语言，如果不学好英语，你怎么去啊？”“对啊！你说的对！我要像格列佛那样周游世界，不会英语怎么行？而且到那个时候，我还要教他们说汉语呢！”女儿心满意足地朝我点点头说。

　　目送女儿蹦蹦跳跳地走进教室的'时候，我在心里对女儿说：“妈妈之所以没有给你讲那么多形而上的道理，是因为妈妈觉得：其实学好一种语言，首先是为自己的心灵打开了一扇窗，让我们可以看到、听到、感受到外面的精彩世界。我希望你能够把学习英语当作一件快乐的事情来做，而且我也并不要求你去‘考级’！”然而，真的可以快乐学习吗？

　　“这么简单，你都不会？好好说，如果再不会，你今天晚上就甭想看《比克曼的世界》(儿童科普片)了！”先生一副恨铁不成钢的样子，给女儿下了“最后通牒”。原来，淘气贪玩的小女儿在英语课上专心致志地玩遍了身边所有可以玩的东西，所以回家后只好让先生加班加点地给她补课。本来小孩子注意力不集中是常有的事情，我们并没有责怪她。但是，在补课的时候，她依然东张西望的样子终于惹恼了先生……

　　“This is my father。”女儿抗议似的大声说。“你这不是说的很好吗？我不跟你急，你就不好好说！”先生无奈地说。“哈哈！小淘气！”女儿开始志得意满地自我“表扬”。如此较量了几个回合，先生“悲壮”地说：“这究竟是谁教谁英语呢？她倒是快乐了，我可是被她整惨了！”我同情地安慰先生，“老师说她最近表现得不错，已经能够不乱动东西了，就是还有点‘走神’。我们慢慢来吧，前途是光明的，道路是曲折的！”“是啊，冬天来了，春天还会远吗？”小女儿摇头晃脑地在一旁补充。

快乐的英语作文篇2

　　When the summer holiday came, my cousin and I went to Huamei International School and joined the English and Art Camp.

　　The camp lasted for three weeks. We had many interesting activities. I enjoyed them so much, and I was always happy.

　　I made more new friends there too. I like studying and playing with them very much and I think they were very friendly.

　　Our classroom, bedroom and canteen were all very comfortable. They are not only bright, but also tidy and clean. The food in the canteen was also very delicious and healthy. I enjoyed the school food a lot. The teachers loved us very much and they took good care of us.

　　I like the life in Huamei International School.

快乐的英语作文篇3

　　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.