英语作文

【精】英语作文5篇

在日常生活或是工作学习中，大家都经常接触到作文吧，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。那么，怎么去写作文呢？下面是小编精心整理的英语作文5篇，欢迎阅读与收藏。

英语作文 篇1

Traffic congestion has long been a problem of great concern and complaint in big cities. It has caused a lot of inconvenience to people's life and work. The first cause is the great increase in the number of private cars.

Cars take up more space but they carry fewer people. Some private car drivers, ignoring traffic regulations, drive only for the sake of their own convenience, blocking the way of other public transportation vehicles. The second cause is the slow and inefficient construction and improvement of the roads and streets.

With a large population and numbers of automobiles increasing, some roads still remain unimproved, which will surely lead to problems. Let all of us act now to solve it.

英语作文 篇2

Dear Sir,I'm writing to tell you something about our discussion on the topic“Whether Middle School Students Can Carry Mobile phones (Cell phones)" at the class meeting.Forty percent students agreed, for they thought it was convenient for them to communicate with their relatives and friends. They also thought they could surf the Internet to search for some information and store some useful information in the meantime. Besides, they could play games for rest if they feel tired after a long time's study. However, sixty percent of us were against it. They said the radiation of cellphones was harmful to health, and the ringing sound did somewhat affect the cellphone holders and others. Also, cellphones were luxurious things for middle school students and it was easy to lead them to compare with each other.As far as I am concerned, I agree with the majority. It is not suitable for middle school students to have cellphones. We can get in touch with others by other means and we can read more books to enrich ourselves.Best wishes.

英语作文 篇3

My name is Carrie. I study in Xiangshi School. Our school is near the Xiangshi Zoo. There are many classrooms and teacher’s offices in it. I’m in Class 6, Grade 6. There are fifty students in my class.

The school is so big. There are many buildings. The students’ canteen is on the first floor. All of us have lunch there. The teachers’ canteen is on the second floor. The playground is in front of the canteen. In the teaching building , the music room is on the first floor. The computer room is on the second floor. The library is on the third floor. I like reading in the library. Our classroom is on the fourth floor, because I am in Grade 6.

We have a garden. There is a river. The water is clean. Many fish swim in it. There is a stone road in the garden. I like walking on the road. I can see the trees, the flowers and the grass. And we can play and run on the grass. I like Xiangshi school.

英语作文 篇4

My dad grew up during the Depression and later fought in World War II. When he was born, his own father was too old and tired to invest any time in his only child, so my dad learned early on how to work hard and make money. And no matter how bad things might be, my dad always knew how to look strong. In the postwar era, when everyone wanted to erase their horrifying memories and emotions, my father became a master at burying his feelings. After liberating the concentration camps and seeing the worst that any war had to offer, keeping his feelings inside was the only way my dad knew how to survive.

Without realizing it, my dad became domineering and controlling. As a parent, he did anything for his children and worked hard to provide the best for us. However, if he didn’t agree with us about something, our feelings didn’t interest him; his opinions always prevailed―“case closed.” When it was time for emotional intimacy or vulnerability, my father played his cards close to his chest. He kept his feelings locked in a vault to which no one, including himself, had the combination.

Still, despite our being very different emotionally, my dad was my hero.

He was a world-class businessman, a marketing genius, an entrepreneur, a singer and a true visionary. When I was learning how to dream, he taught me how to dream big. “Broaden your horizons, sweetie,” he used to say. “There’s a whole world out there and nothing’s stopping you.” I emulated him, quoted him and listened for every nugget of wisdom I could glean from him.

I was a musician, actress and writer. Somehow, those occupations just didn’t fit the bill with my father; what I did never seemed to meet his approval. Poetry and songwriting were intangible and involved an area unsafe for him: emotions.

“What are you doing out there in the backyard with your guitar and your journals, anyway?” he would ask me sarcastically when I was younger.

“I’m just writing songs,” I answered, trying not to feel ashamed.

“Writing songs? How are you going to earn a living? What are you going to have to fall back on?” he demanded, exasperated.

There were things we could never talk about, things that were painfully left unsaid. I wanted with all my heart to tell my dad what a hero he was to me. I wanted him to understand who I really was. I began to wonder if the reason he couldn’t approve of me was that he never really approved of himself. He was so hard on everybody, but he was the hardest and most unforgiving of himself. I tried to crack the door to his heart on many occasions. I tried so hard to share my feelings and create a bond of intimacy, but it was too awkward for him, too frightening. I often sent him sentimental cards and told him I loved him. He would hug me, but then crack a joke and cover it. There was so much that I needed to say to him, but I didn’t know how to do it.

One Friday night I came home late for dinner and my son announced, “Grandpa’s been trying to call you all day and is waiting for you to call him.”

How strange, I thought. It was always my mom who did the long-distance calling while my dad sat in his recliner and read the paper, calling out things that she was supposed to remember to tell “the kids.” Why would my dad be trying all day to reach me? I was tired and hungry and thought about calling him in the morning, but decided to dial him then. He answered right away and was relieved to hear from me.

“I’ve got a problem, sweetie,” he said directly, “and I need your advice.”

My advice? When had my father ever approached me as an adult for advice?

英语作文 篇5

In recent years with fast economic growth, many skyscrapers have appeared in big cities of China. People’s attitude towards the skyscrapers varies widely.

Some think of them as a sign of economic progress and a miracle of modern architecture. They also believe that building skyscrapers helps to solve the problem of the growing scarcity of land in the city, for they can obtain the maximum space per square meter of ground and meanwhile offer to the tenants offices and apartments that please them. Yet others, speak of the problems skyscrapers have brought. They complain that the monstrous edifices interfere with television reception, blot out the sun and create many dark sunless streets. Besides, excessively large masses of human beings working in a single gigantic building overburden public transportation. Lighting, heating, and air conditioning strain energy supplies, to the extent that skyscrapers become lavish consumers, and wasters, of electric power. Worst of all, their reflective glasses coated with silver or gold mirror films raise the temperature of the surrounding air.

With these problems and the effect the skyscrapers has exerted on the environment, more and more people have begun to wonder whether skyscrapers are necessary or desirable.