初一英语周记整理(2)

2021-06-13实用文

　　Book of the week (5) :

　　Favorite nature

　　I like the flowers and plants of nature, the charming rose, the noble lily, the beautiful narcissus, the fragrant osmanthus... All kinds of flowers, big or small, smile at you with their mouths open and give off an intoxicating aroma.

　　I like nature's spring, summer, autumn and winter, I also like the breezes of spring, the green of summer, the cool of autumn, the romance of winter.

　　I like the various animals of nature, the flying eagle, the smart fish, the lovely cat...

　　I like the blue sky because it is very broad and there is a silk and white cloud in it. I like the morning sun because its vigorous life attracts me. I like the sunset glow because it is deep and simple.

　　I like drizzle, because it always loves to moisten the earth and give great devotion to mankind. I like the wind, when I lie on the grass, blowing that cool breeze, and feel the smell of nature.

　　I like the mountains and water, the tall mountains standing in the distance, and the trees are covered with mountains. A sea of green, a gust of wind, like a thousand waves. I like the lake stream, the water that is flowing, and every day I sing the merry music. From the stream to the lake, from the lake to the river, from the river to the sea, how many difficulties will it go through?

　　I like a lot of nature, its lively vitality, let the world fill a perfect scene!

　　Book of the week (6) :

　　Have a bad day

　　The new day came and I was sleeping on my bed. 6:30 minutes, the alarm clock on the bed was delivered on time. 'master, don't be lazy! Get up! The ringtone of the bell pulled me out of my sleep, and I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, and said with a little disaffection, "ah! I haven't had enough sleep yet! Sleep for a few more minutes." About five minutes later, the bed alarm went off again: "master, don't be lazy! Get up!" I reached out and turned off the annoying alarm clock. I said to the alarm clock, "sister clock! You must be considerate of me! It's not hard for me to sleep in. Forget it. I'll just get up to avoid being late."

　　On my way to school, I tripped and fell. At last! I was safe to come to the school gate, I breathed a sigh of relief, in the heart think: "still study hard! Stay awake!" When I arrived in the classroom, I felt that I had no choice. The group leader stood in front of me, holding the Chinese homework and shaking at me: "class work!" I was immediately surprised: "what this homework I didn't take home, study abroad study net in the classroom! Didn't write!" I immediately pulled out my work in the drawer, wrote it wildly, or finished it, or it would have been deducted! Alas! Who blame! I blame myself for my carelessness! It's a pity that one wave is unmatched. I thought I could get a score of 100 and get 95! What a cup!

　　Well, in a word, I had a bad day. Looking forward to tomorrow is a happy and lucky day!

　　Book of the first week (7) :

　　These days, the autumn rain is endless, tapping into the wide field, as if there is an invisible hand, playing with an infinite zither.

　　6 PM, I called to get up by alarm clock, look at my mother, she has been busy in the kitchen, at this moment, my heart had an idea, why can't I take this opportunity to write in the window? So, I was careful to open the curtain, and wrote the words "meng xianglong handsome boy" on the window, and through these words, I could see the scene outside.

　　The wind with the rain, looking for something on the ground, east, west, just find a shelter from the pedestrians on the road, "crackling" of rain, the bigger the more rain soon, like driving, see the rain in the air like a big waterfall, a gust of wind blowing, the thick as rain falls to seal in smoke blown like fog.

　　I couldn't wait to get under the building with my umbrella, but as soon as I got down, I saw a funny scene.

　　The rain fell on the ground and splashed with water, like a little fountain. When the water fell to the ground, it became a blister. It looks like a little hat. The transparent little hat, the careful look at that rain-point becomes the little hat process, really is very funny!

　　Take a look at the land, like the oil slick, it is the rain type, the rain to the wind. The blow makes me stand unsteady; The dense rain column, cut down by the wind, like a sharp arrow, I opened my eyes, gasping for breath.

　　The rain was so heavy that in a moment the air seemed to be in a dance of magic, and from the cloud of grey clouds, the sky was stitched together. As the rain grew, the columns of rain fell like rows of swords, leaning toward the ground...

　　Ah! I really hope this rain won't take too long.

　　Book of the week (8) :

　　The weekend came and the boring weekend came again. I always think so, the weekend is the most boring! After class, there are endless classes, which are endless homework.

　　This weekend, I don't know what is urging me, my little universe broke out! I remember that it was yesterday, one afternoon, that I had written my homework almost, with only three pictures and weeks left. And then I'll write and I'll be happy about it -- so little homework.

　　All right, let's start drawing and drawing. I was one of those 20 minutes, of course, not very good. Isn't it Tolstoy, little meaning. How to paint, how to draw, and how to draw. I actually draw it this way.

　　After a while, mother came in and took the book. I also understand that taking a book is just trying to see if I'm doing my homework. Sure enough, my mother came over and glanced at me, her eyes fixed on my paintings.

　　"Well done, what do you draw?"

　　"My homework is left with this and weekly."

　　"This is homework?

　　"Sure, or I'll paint it, and I'm really idle!"

　　"Give me an interesting assignment."

　　"Mom, interesting? Try it and see if it's interesting.

　　"Isn't it just drawing?

　　"Mom, you have no talent for art."

　　"Well, you can draw."

　　Mother came into the room and I was drawing. Mom walked out of the room and I was still drawing. Forty minutes later, my mother came in again, and I finished two pictures of Tolstoy. I took out one of them and put it on the table. My mother came and saw the picture at a glance. I said, "what the hell is your teacher making?" How did you draw a bad old man?"

　　I don't understand whether it's happiness or disappointment. Happy? I caught him deep, he looks like a mountain village husband! Disappointed? I'll tell you, mommy, but Tolstoy!

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