高三英语作文 篇5
The Spring Festival is our Chinese nation from ancient to modern times, the most cautious Chinese traditional festival, during the Spring Festival time, always waiting for the one family reunion together, talking about the year's harvest, for the New Year filled the bright vision. The children enjoy the tightened and joyful holidays.
Watch the Spring Festival is coming, this year's mother had said but antithetical couplet, let me down, a few family, it is not a "project" ah, ha ha. Two days before the Spring Festival, I began to get busy, small "calligrapher" to start the project, through my huihaopomo, less than half of the martial arts, home with the red antithetical couplet, "by mountains and rivers show signs, ushered in the" spring "; drop thousands of monforts million flowers, Huan, script the script, a piece of art was born, watching the house full of Spring Festival couplets, mom repeatedly praise not shut up.
Thirty in the morning, I and mom posted antithetical couplet window Ronaldo, look at my work on the door, red, a new sub population; we took the mother to the hometown of antithetical couplet posted on my hung Wen, see the two father, repeatedly said good, a grandfather of the past grace. At that time I grandfather calligraphy is quite a New Year couplets, all relatives, the house is filled with grandpa wrote. The subsequent to the lady home, home to the lady on the wall, see my work has been useless, I really felt flattered.
This year the Spring Festival, two aunt aunt, our three family members accompany lady together; of the Spring Festival last year, we raised the glass, not a firecracker loud, not a fireworks shine, but in the beautiful blessing of new year's day, the night is so calm and peaceful. 20xx I had a special spring festival.
高三英语作文 篇6
I am very disappointed not to be able to go to see a film with my friends, to play my favorite musical instrument, or to watch TV with my family in the evening. I have to sit at desk and do my homework, which can not be finished until midnight, I m tired of doing much homework, get bored at taking so many exams, and lose interest in studying.
Teachers, please get rid of homework and examinations. Examinations are nothing but anxiety-makers. Homework is nothing but interest-killers.
Teachers, we can learn more outside the classroom. Classroom gives us limited kinds of information. We can only learn some dead knowledge from the books.Teachers, please set us free, and let us learn more outside the classroom
from the environment, from TV, from private study or from our friends.
My dear teachers, can you hear me? Please lighten the burden on students.
高三英语作文 篇7
Times flys. My summer holiday is coming to theend. My holiday is just so so. It is not too much difference as before. At thebiginning of the vacation, I was doing my homework.
时光飞逝。我的暑假就要结束了。我的假期就这样。这是没有太多的差别之前。在thebiginning的假期，我正在做我的家庭作业。
After all, study comesfirst. After I finished my homework, it was almost the end of July. It is thetime for me to help my family for harvest. It is so tired to to the farm work. Howevr,being a member of our family, I have to give a hand. Watching the achievement, Ifelt proud though I just help a little. After finished the farm work, I foundmyself become much more tan. Who cares!
毕竟，走在前面的研究。我做完作业后，这几乎是七月底。是时候帮助家人收获。它是如此的累到农场工作。然而，作为家庭的一员，我必须给一个手。看成绩，我感到自豪，尽管我只是有点帮助。干完农活后，我发现自己变得更黑。谁在乎!
It was my happy time, when I finishedall the things. I went out with my friends almost everyday. Sometimes we playedgames or sport or went hiking. Sometimes we went shopping in the evening forthe sun is too heavy in the daytime. We felt uncomfortable. But now there aretwo days left before the school opening time. So I have to stay at home for agood rest to store energy for my study. Everything is so perfect. It is 11 o’clock.I think I have to say good ninght now.
这是我快乐的`时候，当我完成了所有的事情。我几乎每天都和我的朋友。有时我们玩游戏或运动或去爬山。有时我们晚上出去购物太重的太阳在白天。我们觉得不舒服。但现在开学时间前两天左。所以我必须呆在家里休息来存储能量，为我的研究。一切都是那么的完美。现在是十一点。我想我要说晚安的时候了。
高三英语作文 篇8
A young friend of mine asked me in a letter, “What kind of man should I be?” My answer was, “Be a fighter.”
Another friend of mine inquired, “How should I live my life?” Again my answer was, “Be a fighter.”
The author of In Praise of the Fighter says:
Riding on the ceaseless rushing torrent of life, I should pursue and overtake it so as to create an even greater and deeper torrent of my own.
If I were a lamp, it would be my duty to light up thick darkness. If I were the sea tide, I would marshal rolling waves to cleanse the beach of all accumulated filth.
This quotation reflects aptly the state of mind of a lighter.
Fighters are badly needed in our time. But such fighters do not necessarily go to the battle- field gun in hand. Their weapons are not necessarily bullets. Their weapons may be knowledge, faith and strong will. They can bring the enemy sure death without drawing his blood.
A fighter is always in pursuit of light. Instead of basking in the sunshine under a clear sky, he holds a burning torch in the darkness of night to illuminate people's way so that they can continue their journey till they see the dawn of a new day. It is the task of a fighter to dispel darkness. Instead of shirking darkness, he braves it and fights the hidden demons and monsters therein. He is determined to wipe them out and win light. He knows no compromise. He will keep on fighting until he wins light.
A fighter is perennially young. He is never irresolute or inactive. He plunges deep into teeming crowds in search of such vermin as flies and venomous mosquitoes. He will fight them relentlessly and refuse to coexist with them under the same sky. To him, life means nothing but continuous fighting. He either survives by winning light, or perishes with his body covered all over with cuts and bruises. In the course of the struggle, it is the “future” that serves as the beacon light to him; the “future” gives people hope and inspiration. He will never lose his youthful vigour.
A fighter will never lose heart or despair. He will pile up broken pieces of brick and stone to rebuild a nine-story pagoda on the ruins of failure. No blows will ever break his will. He will never close his eyes until he has breathed his last.
A fighter is always fearless. His steps are firm. Once he has settled on an objective, he will press right ahead. He is never afraid of being tripped by a stumbling block. No obstacles will ever make him change his mind. His eyes will never be hoodwinked by false appearances. His actions are guided by faith. He can endure any hardships or sufferings while striving to attain his chosen objective. He will never abandon work as long as he is alive.
This is the kind of fighter we now need. He is not necessarily possessed of superhuman capability. He is just an ordinary person. Anyone can be a fighter so long as he has the determination. Hence a few words of mine about “being a fighter” to encourage those young people who wander about in a depressed state, not knowing which way to go.