關(guān)于學(xué)英語(yǔ)作文合集五篇

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學(xué)英語(yǔ)作文 篇1

　　Since I go to school, I learn so many words. It opens the gate for me to know more about the world. I can read many books, such as the novel and travel books. They are my favorite types. I can broaden my vision and learn the diversity of the world. I must study hard and read more books, so that I can explore the world.

　　我上學(xué)之后就學(xué)了很多字，這為我了解世界打開了大門。我讀了很多書，比如小說(shuō)和游記，它們是我最喜歡的書。我得以開闊眼界，了解世界的多樣性。我必須努力學(xué)習(xí)，多讀書，這樣我才能探索世界。

學(xué)英語(yǔ)作文 篇2

　　day had broken cold and gray, eceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little traveled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland。 it was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, ecusing the act to himself by looking at his watch。 it was nine oclock。 there was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky。 it was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun。 this fact did not worry the man。 he was used to the lack of sun。 it had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more-days must pass before that cheerful orb, due south, would just peep above the sky-line and dip immediately from view。

　　the man flung a look back along the way he had come。 the yukon lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice。 on top of this ice were as many feet of snow。 it was all pure white, rolling in gentle, undulations where the ice jams of the freeze-up had formed。 north and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, save for a dark hairline that curved and twisted from around the spruce-covered island to the south, and that curved and twisted away into the north, where it disappeared behind another spruce-covered island。 this dark hair-line was the trail--the main trail--that led south five hundred miles to the chilcoot pass, dyea, and salt water; and that led north seventy miles to dawson, and still on to the north a thousand miles to nulato, and finally to st。 michael on bering sea, a thousand miles and half a thousand more。

　　but all this--the mysterious, far-reaching hair-line trail。 the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it all--made no impression on the man。 it was not because he was long used to it。 he was a newcomer! in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter。 the trouble with him was that he was without imagination。 he was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances。 fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost。 such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all。 it did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon mans frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and mans place in the universe。 fifty degrees below zero stood forte bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks。 fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero。 that there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never entered his head。

　　as he turned to go on, he spat speculatively。 there was a sharp, eplosive crackle that startled him。 he spat again。 and again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled。 he knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air。 undoubtedly it was colder than fifty below--how much colder he did not know。 but the temperature did not matter。 he was bound for the old claim on the left fork of henderson creek, where the boys were already。 they had come over across the divide from the indian creek country, while he had come the roundabout way to take; a look at the possibilities of getting out logs in the spring from the islands in the yukon。 he would be in to camp by si oclock; a bit after dark, it was true, but the boys would be there, a fire would be going, and a hot supper would be ready。 as for lunch, he pressed his hand against the protruding bundle under his jacket。 it was also under his shirt, wrapped up in a handkerchief and lying against the naked skin。 it was the only way to keep the biscuits from freezing。 he smiled agreeably to himself as he thought of those biscuits, each cut open and sopped in bacon grease, and each enclosing a generous slice of fried bacon。

　　he plunged in among the big spruce trees。 the trail was faint。 a foot of snow had fallen since the last sled had passed over, and he was glad he was without a sled, traveling light。 in fact, he carried nothing but the lunch wrapped in the handkerchief。 he was surprised, however, at the cold。 it certainly was cold, he concluded as he rubbed his numb nose and cheek-bones with his mittened hand。 he was a warm-whiskered man, but the hair on his face did not protect the high cheek-bones and the eager nose that thrust itself aggressively into the frosty air。

　　at the mans heels trotted a dog, a big native husky, the proper wolfdog, gray-coated and without any visible or temperamental difference from its brother, the wild wolf。 the animal was depressed by the tremendous cold。 it knew that it was no time for traveling。 its instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the mans judgment。 in reality, it was not merely colder than fifty below zero; it was colder than sity below, than seventy below。 it was seventy-five below zero。 since the freezing point is thirty-two above zero, it meant that one hundred and seven degrees of frost obtained。 the dog did not know anything about thermometers。 possibly in its brain there was no sharp consciousness of a condition of very cold such as was in the mans brain。 but the brute had its instinct。 it eperienced a vague but menacing apprehension that subdued it and made it slink along at the mans heels, and that made it question eagerly every unwonted movement of the man as if epecting him to go into camp or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire。 the dog had learned fire, and it wanted fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cuddle its warmth away from the air。

　　the frozen moisture of its breathing had settled on its fur in a fine powder of frost, and especially were its jowls, muzzle, and eyelashes whitened by its crystalled breath。 the mans red beard and mustache were likewise frosted, but more solidly, the deposit taking the form of ice and increasing with every warm, moist breath he ehaled。 also, the man was chewing tobacco, and the muzzle of ice held his lips so rigidly that he was unable to clear his chin when he epelled the juice。 the result was that a crystal beard of the color and solidity of amber was increasing its length on his chin。 if he fell down it would shatter itself, like glass, into brittle fragments。 but he did not mind the appendage。 it was the penalty all tobacco-chewers paid in that country, and he had been out before in two cold snaps。 they had not been so cold as this, he knew, but by the spirit thermometer at sity mile he knew they had been registered at fifty below and at fifty-five。

　　he held on through the level stretch of woods for several miles, crossed a wide flat of rigger-heads, and dropped down a bank to the frozen bed of a small stream。 this was henderson creek, and he knew he was ten miles from the forks。 he looked at his watch。 it was ten oclock。 he was making four miles an hour, and he calculated that he would arrive at the forks at half-past twelve。 he decided to celebrate that event by eating his lunch there。

　　the dog dropped in again at his heels, with a tail drooping discouragement, as the man swung along the creek-bed。 the furrow of the old sled-trail was plainly visible, but a dozen inches of snow covered the marks of the last runners。 in a month no man had come up or down that silent creek。 the man held steadily on。 he was not much given to thinking, and just then particularly he had nothing to think about save that he would eat lunch at-the forks and that at si oclock he would be in camp with the boys。 there was nobody to talk to; and, had there been, speech would have been impossible because of the ice-muzzle on his mouth。 so he continued monotonously to chew tobac

學(xué)英語(yǔ)作文 篇3

　　今天，我們上了一節(jié)英語(yǔ)課。

　　剛上英語(yǔ)課的時(shí)候，我們都很想自己考了多少分，老師問(wèn)我們是從高到低，還是從低到高的.念，我沒(méi)有吭聲，因?yàn)槲疫�在思考，到底是選哪一個(gè)，之后我的同學(xué)說(shuō)從高到低，有的同學(xué)說(shuō)是從低到高，之后我跟從低到高的人一起，之后田老師也說(shuō)從低到高，從低到高的原因是可以知道到自己可以到哪一個(gè)行列里，老師開始念了，我很緊張我考不好，老師從三十幾個(gè)一直念到七十，還沒(méi)有念到我，我就可以知道我分?jǐn)?shù)就在七十分以上，很快就念到七十五分饒宇鵬，我很失望，原來(lái)我就考了七十五分呀，我很失望。

　　下次我要考到九十分以上，不能再考這么低了。

學(xué)英語(yǔ)作文 篇4

　　January 12th, 20xx

　　Dear Mr. President,

　　I m very lucky to attend this world-famous university, but I m afraid I m not content with the canteen service on campus.

　　Firstly, the quality of the dishes should be improved. Undoubtedly, there are a lot of delicious dishes, but all the year round, they are the same. More and more students are complaining about eating the same food each day. So I think the most urgent problem is variety.

　　Secondly, the price is a bit too high. Many of us hope that the canteen can provide us with not only delicious but also cheaper food.

　　Finally, the environment is so noisy that we can t enjoy our meals in good mood. I suggest that there be some soft music to help us relax.

　　These suggestions are not just of my own, but also of may other students. We hope our respectable president will pay attention to our suggestions.

　　By the way, the canteen workers are very patient and always smiling. So I think if our university offers them better conditions, they will offer us better service.

　　Best wishes,

　　Yours sincerely,

　　Liming

學(xué)英語(yǔ)作文 篇5

　　Mike is a student. He is my good friend. He is busy at the weekend. He is going to read a magazine this Saturday morning. He is going to go to the zoo this Saturday afternoon. He is going to buy a book this Sunday morning. He is going to learn Kungfu this Sunday afternoon. He is going to watch TV this Sunday evening.