建议信英语作文高中生【通用20篇】

敬爱英语老师您好：

今天，是我们的不对，上课您来了许久，我们还在说话玩耍，我也反思到是我们的不对，请您原谅我们吧!

我们是因为爱上副科的诱惑之心，才使我们这么大胆的`说话，我们也不是故意的，老师您原谅我们吧!小小的粉笔就是你的双手，上课的铃声就是你征程上的冲锋号角。为了我们您废寝忘食，为了我们您鞠躬尽瘁，您无怨无悔，心甘情愿!多少个日日夜夜你无眠，多少回风风雨雨你闯过。一路的酸甜苦辣，一路的欢声笑语，您与我们一起渡过，我们的一声感激会让你甜蜜永久。您像蜡烛一样，燃烧自己，照亮别人。

老师，您尽职尽责，铁面无私，作为组长也应该这样，我要向你学习。

老师，请原谅我们，我向您再次致敬!

Dear Headmaster,

Im writing this letter simply to tell you something about the canteen

service in our school.Im the minister from the life department of the Students

Union.

In general, the service is satisfactory. The dishes look inviting and taste

delicious as well. The price of the meals is OK for us and the variety of dishes

changes every week.Whats more, the workers there treat us as their friends,

which makes us feel very happy.

However, we often have to stand in line for a long time before we can get

the meal. You could understand how precious time is to us students. Therefore,

may I suggest something be done to solve the problems such as the dish quality

and surroundings so that we can all enjoy our meals at school?

Thanks for your consideration.

Sincerely yours,

Li Ming

Dear New Year: Hello! This is the first time for the small cabinet in the public number to write a more alternative push, but it is very meaningful, it will record every day of the journey of the heart. I often tell myself that every day is worth living. Dou Handle turned southeast northwest, the four seasons and a reincarnation, such as a flash of time, the New Year you came to our side. New Years day, people often to the future time to place good wishes, pray to ring out the old and welcome the new, the day over better. In the heart of the pavilion, the New Year is a symbol of footprints - through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, but always harbor the courage to change. In fact, I have always liked the atmosphere of the New Year, no matter how far we go, go around or back to my hometown, like the sun, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. The New Year you walk through the people mountain people sea, walked the sun and the moon mountains and rivers, in the arrival of the spring time to bring the best wishes. You tell us all the time, their happiness and happy things to hide in the heart, as fireworks bloom and bloom, let the reunion in the heart of the warm to disperse the winter. Looking at your figure, listening to your blessing, I suddenly feel every hug with you is a kind of happiness, because every year you always come as expected. Everywhere you go, the sun shines. Where you point, the stars shine. The ancients often said: "a years plan begins with spring. In the New Year, your "new", new in us spend a full year, and full of hope for the next year, so that the unknown life more hope and expectation. You let us realize that each New Year is a world of bath wash, wash our past regrets, wash our pure heart, so that each person more a side of the vast "heart". But I know that each time you come, bring us a new feeling and experience! We had a special and unforgettable Spring Festival this year. At the very beginning, there was an outbreak of pneumonia across China. People were uneasy about every day, as if the New Year had lost its flavor. On the Internet, looking at pictures of empty streets and scenes of hospitals full of people, I saw that everyones eyes were full of the desire to survive, the kind of expectation that they would not give up in the difficult situation. In ordinary life, people always say "the world is not worth it", but in a crisis, it is "to live is to be happy". It made me see what happiness is. Happiness is when you are in good health and I try my best to live each day well. People are not no pursuit, but excessive desire will make people live uncomfortable. No matter what happens, you will always be able to give us hope in the New Year, give everyone the motivation to make a difference, and dispel the clouds of fear that hang over our hearts. You have come to us in the New Year with hope and with the pomp of spring. You gave everyone a beautiful wish to think: the day of spring flowers, flowers flourish, warbler, all things born spring garden. We live in a world of peace and prosperity, where everyone has the opportunity to pursue their dreams. Because of this desire, many people for their own homes, go to the front line, to protect the people behind them. Its not that theyre not afraid of the unknown. Its that they feel its worth it to protect everything. The New Year you bring us hope, one is connected to cherish, one is connected to change, one is connected to the unknown, one is connected to the star. This New Year, I firmly believe that everyone will cherish the future life, cherish the people around more. May we meet every year

Nowadays, smart phone has been part of our life. We can see people lowing

down their heads and playing smart phones all the time. When people are walking

on the street, the traffic regulations are no longer their first concern. It is

so dangerous for them to keep their attention on the phone. Dutch officers

figured out a new rule to let people realize the traffic lights. On the ground,

the traffic light can be seen. What a smart idea. When people are watching smart

phones, they can see the lights, too. At the same time, we need to think about

the problem that whether our life is controlled by the technology.

Before Chinese students go to college, they have been told about the great

things on campus life all the time, so they have the motivation to study hard.

When they come to university, they begin to slow down their pace to study and

waste their youth.

Nowadays, a lot of college students lose motivation to move on when they

come to the new chapter of their life. Campus life seems to be relaxed and a

place to free themselves. Without the supervision from parents and teachers,

they choose to lose themselves in the computer games or all kinds of

parties.

So someone made the comment on campus life as the nursing house, which

satirized the students who wasted their precious time and youth to accomplish

nothing. It is the important stage for them to learn professional knowledge and

master skills, so as to be competitive and find their own place in the

world.

For a wise student, they make the plans and improve themselves all the

time. If we live the life as the old people in the nursing house, then it is

kind of committing suicide for a young person.

My mother takes care of me all the time, I am very thankful for her

protection. But sometimes I feel like that I need to grow up and I want to do

the things by my own. My mother worries about me and she will ask me do as she

says. I think it is time to let go of me, I want to fly higher and be a great

kid.

ear mr.wang,

i am writing to express my heartfelt gratitude. i am referring to that

unfortunate accident the other day, when i was knocked off my bike by a

taxi.

if it had not been for your timely assistance in giving me first aid, i

fear that the consequences might have been much serious. everyone agrees that it

was your quick-witted response in that emergency that has led to this

satisfactory outcome.

although nowadays people in mounting numbers talk about the need to be

unselfish, we see very few people practice what they preach. if there were more

people like you, the world would be a nicer place.

yours sincerely,

li ming

Dear teacher

Hello!

Im writing to you again. Its the new year. 2020 is coming and 2021 is

coming. Do you look forward to the holidays again and again, just like us? But

every time we go home, we are speeding up our separation.

Forgive the students for talking about such a sad topic in this jubilant

time. 2020 is the difference, it is tension, it is pressure, it is sentimental.

2020 will change a lot and take away a lot. It will take away our best three

years and the time we spend together. It passed, it will never come back,

leaving only memories. What is good as long as the heart is together, isnt it

even more painful when the heart is together but people are not around? It also

said that there was no emotion at that time, and it came true when you said that

you would walk away. However, the feelings between you and us have been deeply

rooted and can not be broken at all, so it is inevitable to be sad.

There is no feast that will never end. We have been together for three

years. Isnt it just a gift from God? Teacher, you should believe that it is

fate to meet us and good fortune to meet you. Over the past three years, we have

cried and laughed together. When we have to leave, we cant help but stir up

emotions. At this time, no one will feel superfluous. No ones heart is made of

iron. You should know that everyone has been remembering your good, your smile

and the way you stand behind the door in the past three years. Even if you are

angry, you will always come to the class unconsciously and take a look at us.

You are really worried.

But your worry is not in vain. Now, although some people have learned to

smoke, drink and make friends, those people are still grateful to you, but they

are not good at expressing themselves. In other words, Thanksgiving is like

"fruit of human body". Once it blooms in three thousand years and bears fruit in

four thousand years, its seeds are planted in my heart early. Although it grows

slowly, it has great power when it grows.

You said that in the self-study class, we dont study hard. We look at the

watch and glance at the teacher. We are so cute. But when you are looking at us,

we are also looking at you. Moreover, you look up and you always frighten

us.

The last excellent diary of this semester has changed. It is not happy and

naive, but full of sadness and maturity. In that class, everyone was thinking of

something in their hearts. It was from the heart and could not be covered up. It

was the most significant excellent diary ever.

I think there is no literary talent, like every excellent diary, everyone

will think hard about what to write. Even if they do, they cant write anything.

But now, writing this topic, everyone has a lot to say. As long as the heart, is

a good article.

Old wusky once described the scene of a year: when we came back one day and

wanted to see you, you had to call the guard and tell them to let us in before

we could enter the campus. Come to your class, not only you and me, but also a

group of students waiting to grow up like us at that time. Looking at them, I

think of myself. What happened in the New Glasgow is unfolding in front of us.

However, people are not those people anymore.

Its so sad. Old wusky is great.

At noon, I have been dreaming for half a day. In the dream, we have

graduated. All of a sudden, everything moves up, and the essence is condensed

into a small world. Its just in the air, playing everything weve been doing

for three years. When it disappeared, we all cried, and simply broke into the

small world. Everything in the small world has not changed at all, that is our

three years, but we can not touch it. We saw our performance at that time, so

proud. I saw you and wanted to talk to you, but you ignored me. I envy myself at

that time, tears stop in the eyes.

Teacher, how I wish that small world really exists! Teacher, the feelings

of the past three years are not clear. I cant find any words, a sentence to

describe our previous feelings, which only those of us who have experienced can

understand. But everyone wants to express, cherish and grasp.

Teacher, thank you! Thank you for your meticulous care when we are ill,

thank you for your restraint when we indulge, and thank you for the punishment

when we make mistakes. Each of us is a piece of white paper, you can sketch

everything on it. Thank you for sketching so many beautiful things, bitter and

sweet, let us have a good start.

Teacher, Im sorry, please forgive our treason. Every time we make a

mistake, you will say, "or a child?" this is to comfort us, but also to comfort

yourself. But we dont understand you. We always misunderstand you, blame you,

get angry with you, and dislike you all day. Its not good here and there. In

fact, we also know that you are indeed a good teacher.

Teacher, please forgive these children, please fall in love with these

children, please remember these children These children will never forget

you.

Elves

The last day of 2020

There are about fifty-two weeks in a year. And there are seven days in each

week. The first day of a week is Sunday. The other days of a week between

SundayandSaturdayare Monday， Tuesday， Wednesday Thursday and Friday. Monday is

the second day， Tuesday is the third day， Wednesday is the fourth day， Thursday

is the fifth day， and Friday is the sixth day. Whats the last day? Do you

know?

Dear Maria,

Im very happy that you are interested in Chinese culture,especially the festivals.Now let me tell you something about the Dragon Boat Festival.The Dragon Boat Festival,also called the Duanwu Festival ,is celebrated on the fifth day of the fifth month according to the Chinese calendar.People always eat rice dumplings and watch dragon boat races to celebrate it.

The festival is best known for its dragon-boat races,especially in the southern places where there are many rivers and lakes. It’s very popular.

The rice dumpling is made of glutinous rice,meat and so on. You can eat different kinds of rice dumplings.They are very delicious.

And Dragon Boat Festival is for Qu Yuan. He is an honest minister who is said to have committed suicide by drowning himself in a river.

Overall, the Dragon Boat Festival is very interesting!

Your friend

Li Hua

There was once an old goat that was very, very old; he could barely walk,

and was always sleepy during important emergencies. One day the goat went off to

eat grass among the fields.

During the time, the goat did not realize that the goat pack had gone

straight in front of him. He had no choice but to continue straight on. As soon

as he passed the hill, he found the goat pack had already crossed three other

mountains… The old goat was tired of climbing and walking, so he decided to

rest. After a short break, he was sure that the goat pack had already wiped him

away far back behind.

The goat decided to find a place to be made a shelter for him to sleep

tonight. Along the way, the old goat walked along; he trembled along the way. At

last, he found a big round cave for him to sleep in, so that he could rest his

energy and continue his journey…

The old goat didn’t even realize that this was home to the lion, king of

all animals. As soon as he approached the mouth of the cave, the lion smelled

the goat out with his nose. The lion shouted, “Who are you that dare come to my

house? I am going to destroy you, and eat you up for breakfast!!!!” the old goat

was frightened out of his wits, he wanted to run, but knew that he was not fast

enough. He closed his mouth and held his breathe, and pretended not to be

frightened or afraid.

He walked inside the cave and saw the terrifying lion king. The lion never

saw this kind of thing before, he was frightened now; and asked, “Why are you

here? And who are you? And…” Before he could even finish his speech, the g oat

answered; “I am the goat empress, and I have come to see you…” “See me?” asked

the lion, “Yes,” replied the goat ‘empress’; “I can live no much longer, and

even walking; but, before I die, I want to eat: 100 elephants, 75 wild oxen, 63

wild pigs, and 25 lions. Now I had already had: Elephants, wild oxen, and wild

pigs; I am looking for a lion to eat now!” the lion was so frightened.

“You know what empress, I am too dirty, and I should probably wash up

before you…You know, Gulp! Eat me up!” as he said those words, he backed up

towards the mouth of the cave, and rushed out immediately with his back legs

between his jaws…

Along the way, he bumped into a jackal, the jackal asked; “Hey, I am the

cranky jackal dear king; and what has gotten you in such a fright?” the lion

took a breath and answered, “There was a goat ‘empress’ in my cave that wants to

eat me!” “The goat empress? I never heard of such a thing!”

The lion replied, “Then come with me to the cave… Gulp!”

And so the lion led the jackal to his cave, the goat ‘empress’ saw them

coming, and answered; “Jackal, what do you think you’re doing? I asked you to

bring me 25 lions, but you just brought me one! I’m going to eat you both up for

breakfast!” the lion trembled and shouted at the jackal, “Jackal, you tricked me

into this trap?! How dare!”

At these words the jackal ran away, and the lion ran to a place far, far

away…

Last November 24 was my birthday. I had a party at my home. My friends came

to my home in the afternoon and I got a lot of presents from them. At the party,

we ate a big cake, sang songs, watched TV and listened to music. We were very

happy. But all good things must come to an end. We said goodbye at about ten

oclock. We had a very good time on November 24.

My father and I not have more than ten years, I cant forget the most is

his figure. Last winter, my grandmother passed away, also one -my fathers

message, is it never rains but it pours. I from Beijing to guangdong to hasten

home to my father, to guangdong to see father, looked at the thing in the house

full of mud, and think of grandmas face, can not help but tearful shed tears.

Father comfort I said, son, its no use crying over spilt milk., need not sad,

well there is no way, dark to just chat again! Home to sell the home, the father

lost a lot of, again to borrow money for the funeral. These days, to The Times

in the home is very bleak, the funeral, my father and I also want to each rush

thing. Friends to nanjing, wander about, stay in the morning.

This winter is freezing cold. I didn’t have any desire to go out for play.

I always stayed at home. Actually, most of the time I was in my bed. When I felt

anxious for staying inside too long, I will go near the window to wach the

children building snowman or throwing snowballs. It seemed very interesting. But

I just didn’t want to go out. Later my mother found that I was so lazy. Then she

forced me to go out. Since my mother said, I have no excuse to reject. My mother

is right. Though the outside was icy, it’s fantastic. Everything smells fresh.

Since then, I went outside everyday, and then did my homework and felt full of

energy. The holiday ended very soon. It was a lazy holiday.

There was once a little boy called Guy, and he was eight years old. He was

in third grade; one day when he was at school, he found out that tomorrow was

picture day, and so he had got to take a shower. And before he even got to think

about picture day, his teacher Mrs. Creature, said that they were having a

project, and it was all about their family.

The teacher said, “This project shall be today’s homework, and I want it to

be perfect for I am going to tell your parents if you don’t do it.” Suddenly

Guy’s sister Cally stood up and said, “Mrs. Creature, is it okay that I finish

it on class?” “Sure thing Cally;” answered Mrs. Creature smiling, “But there is

only a problem, it is that you must let your brother copy this report on your

paper so that you could help him; then you will have to do another report of

your own, or you’ll both fail!”

Cally and Guy apparently got home, and Cally said, “Mrs. Creature’s hates

me…” “Yeah, it’s hilarious!” shouted Guy, “Let me just copy your paper and we’re

done, okay?” “Ugh,” replied Cally; She reached her hand into her hand, and

pulled out a piece of paper; and said, “This goes over every bone in my delicate

body, but, careful; it’s hand written,” then Guy asked, “Is this gold ink

paper?” then Cally shouted at him and said, “Anything happened to this paper and

your family history ends right here pal!” and then she walked to her room.

Guy walked to the sofa and said, “My running is fast, I have nothing to

worry about it;” then suddenly his father came with a paper shredder in his

hands and said, “Hey Guy, check out my new paper shredder and…” He had barely

finished when suddenly; Guy threw Cally’s report into the shredder by accident,

and “azuowenz!” like that sound, Cally’s report was shredded. Guy called, “No!”

then his dad was ashamed and said, “Oh, I guess it isn’t a good thing to walk

around with this thing turned on;” and then he ran off with his legs behind his

butt.

Suddenly, Guy’s body shook, and he turned into Shezow. He went to Sheila,

his, or her, super computer, and said to her; “What’s wrong Sheila, I’m kind of

busy around here and…”

“Dude, or should I say Shezow, this isn’t about your own business; because

there is an emergency out there.

After a breath Sheila said to Guy, “Mega monkey is on the attack, and

according to me he should be back in time.” Then Guy said, “Road trip! Time

traveling!” then he hopped into the sheicel and drove off to time travel… He was

excited.

She drove off right away. After that, she found some of the pass few

Shezows. At last Sheila said to Shezow, “My scan is lining up like dynamite,

follow that flapper!” shouted Sheila. Shezow followed it just as Sheila said,

and found herself in the 1920s; “Wow, it looks like the 1920s,” said Maze, Guy’s

brother. Then Shezow zoomed into a tornado.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in 1924, the Shezow in that

time saved her world from Mega monkey that had escaped not long before, and

Sheila then said, “Quick, to the beginning!” then she allowed Shezow to drive to

the beginning where they might save the day…

Shezow at last arrived at the beginning, and she stopped in time. At first

a dinosaur was chasing her and was very, very frightened. But the Shezow in that

time saved her, she was grateful; then she found her or his or Guy’s report

there at the beginning Shezow’s lair…

The next day at school, when Guy’s report was handed out, he got an A+; and

when Cally’s report was handed out, she got an A-…

Many traditional arts are losing nowadays, because some of them have been

replaced by the new machines and the scientific products. I feel so sorry about

the losing arts, in my opinion, they are so classic and their charm will never

fade away. Take my grandma for example. She is good at paper-cut which was

inherited from her mother. But when comes to my mother’s generation, paper-cut

seems to be kicked out, there are less people need it, so my mother doesn’t

learn this skill. The paper-cut art is losing in my family. When I found my

grandma had this skill, I was so surprised and curious about it. I asked my

grandma to teach me this skill. During the process, I found this art was so

great, I was attracted by it. Some traditional arts like paper-cup should be

kept.

Now I have already told you a story about an old man that thought he knew

everything, and had been asked a hard question to answer by the king’s

professor; and had been crowned king. Well in this story, I am going to tell you

how the old man got back to thinking he knew everything, and was asked another

hard question by the king’s professor.

It all happened that one day, when the professor was feeling sick, the old

man happened to be on the stage. Now he had a throne too, but not as fancy as

the professor’s. And so he decided to sit on it. When other people are standing

in line to ask for questions, the old man said, “The professor has quit, and so

I shall rule this stage and this kingdom!”

All the people gave him a slow clap, and at last began to ask questions.

Two more days passed and the professor got better, and walked to the stage. But

he found that on his throne was the old man. “Ah! Professor!” shouted the old

man in an angry tune, “You quit! I heard you say that a week ago!” “I said that

I was going to quit about two days because I was sick,” explained the professor

smiling.

“I think I should be king rather than you!” shouted the old man, “Fine! I

shall ask you a hard question, if you could answer it; then you ask me one. But

if not, the guards shall make you my breakfast, next month!” “Deal,” said the

professor, still smiling. And so the hard question contest began.

First the old man asked, “What’s the answer of 1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1?” “That’s

easy,” said the professor, and he wrote it on a paper. When he is finished, he

handed the paper over to the old man; it said, “If you want to find the answer,

you said eight 1. All you have to do is use multiplication to find the answer:

8﹡1.” The old man was astonished, “Your right!” he shouted; “Now you ask me

one!” “1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1﹣1﹣1?” “Do you want to know the answer now?”

asked the man, “No,” said the man, “I just want to count how many ones did I

count?”

When the New Year is coming, I am really happy because I can get a lot of

lucky money from my parents and relative. My mother will save the money for me.

She tells me that she will return it to me when I grow up. I also keep part of

the money to buy the things I like. The lucky money makes me have a happy New

Year.

Dear Sir or Madam,

I’m Li Hua from Class One, Senior Two. As far as I am concerned, I believe

to teach English for pupils from Chen Xi Hope School will be good for both the

primary-school students and high-school student tutor, which thus will result in

substantial social benefits.

I think I am qualified for being the pupils’ English coach, because I have

good character, being independent in life and proficient in English. That’s why

I apply for the position; I hope I can join the instructive activity.

My plan for coaching the pupils is to teach them by listening, speaking,

reading and writing. What’s more important is to stimulate their interests in

learning English as a foreign language, creating a good learning environment. I

hope you can offer the opportunity.

Yours sincerely,

Li Hua

In summer, the weather is hot. We should drink more water, because we sweat

a lot in hot days. But I prefer to eat fruits. Watermelon, apple and grape are

my most favorites. They are all rich in water. There is a saying that an apple a

day keeps the doctor away. Fruits are good to our body. There are many kinds of

vitamins in fruits. Besides, some people do not like drinking water, so they can

eat fruits instead. I am one of them.

I have a good friend.Her name is Tang Qing.She comes from China.And now she

lives in Shandong with her parents.She is a student in Class One, Grade

Seven.She is a good student at school.We often write e-mails on weekend.Do you

like her?