关于季节的英文作文怎么写（精彩20篇）

Long, long ago, on a cross the ocean, there is a father with a 6 years old and his wife and son to the United States. One day, when the man in the cabin with a fruit knife cut apple to his son, the ship suddenly violent shaking, a knife in a man falls into his chest. Men stood up slowly, at the time of the son do not pay attention to with their thumb to wipe the blade on the blood.

Three days later, the man to take care of the son, as usual with him blowing sea breeze, watching the blue sea. Like business as usual, but the son not to notice the father every minute than a minute on the weak, his eyes see the sea is so sad.

Reached on the eve of next to the man came to the son, the son said: "tomorrow to see your mother, tell her that I love her." Say that finish, the son left a deep kiss on his forehead.

The ship to the United States, I recognized my mother, son in the crowd shouted: "mom! Mom!" Just then, a man has to fall on his back, chest blood like a blowout.

Autopsy results for all shocked: the knife very accurately ed in his heart, but he live for three days, and not be found. The only possible explanation is because the wound is too small, yes, it is forced to cut off the attached together in the same heart, lasted for three days supply of blood.

This was a rare miracle in medicine. If you gave a name to this miracle that is called the father of it.

我的家乡座落在美丽的新安江，她用那清澈的江水养育了我们。一年四季，她的景色都吸引着成千上万的游客。

春天，桃花开了，粉红色的花瓣发出阵阵清香，吸引着人们前去观赏。江边雪白的梨花，非常好看，仿佛仙女散花，如诗如画。

夏天，蝉在树上“知了，知了”地叫着。炎热的阳光照着小草和小花，好像要被太阳晒干了一样。池塘里，荷花盛开了，荷叶成了小鱼们的雨伞。但是，在新安江边，江水给人们带来阵阵凉意。人们在江边乘凉，久久不愿离去。

秋天，大树上的树叶枯黄了。他们随风飘落，给大地穿上一件温暖的大衣。田野里，稻谷金黄金黄的，今年肯定是个丰收年吧！菊花仙子长着不一样的花朵：橙色，红色，绿色，黄色等等，美丽的菊花就像彩虹一样。果园里，香蕉，苹果，梨子都成熟了，大家都忙着收割一年的辛勤劳动成果。秋天，真是个令农民开心的节日啊！

冬天，厚厚的积雪布满了大地：汽车上，房顶上，树上到处都是积雪。大家可以打雪仗，堆雪人……，孩子们的笑声撒满了大地。

新安江的一年四季都很美丽。朋友们，来我们新安江玩吧！新安江一定会给你不一样的感受！

三春不如一秋忙，绣女也得下绣床。不论是男的，女的，老的少的滴喽嘟噜，全都得下田收割水稻，镰刀磨了又磨，试了又试，直到磨得飞薄，能剃掉腿上的毫毛了，能刮住轻轻飘落在刀刃上的草茎了，才肯罢休。

走进稻田，走入画一般的境界之中。一阵秋风吹过，金黄色的稻田波浪起伏，沉甸甸的稻子弯着腰不时地发出沙沙的响声，好像在向我频频点头。远处的收割机在轰轰的响，近看稻田里的人们忙个不停，只见割稻子的人前腿弓，后腿蹬。刷刷的响声，若水石相搏，声声有韵。一道道阳光在刀刃上闪动，一缕缕稻稞整齐均匀地排在身后。割的是那么快，那么有力，富有和谐韵律的美。卷起的背心，固定成型的姿势，粗犷，憨厚，像一座座雕像。细看大舅在另一块稻田里开着收割机，姥爷开着四轮车，好像空中加油机在对接。

我和小弟也忙着拾稻穗，捡起稻穗放到布兜里，可每次放都有些扎手，我细瞧每个稻粒上都长出一个长长的像细针一的叫稻莣，有些涩。我们捡一兜又一兜很过瘾，这时小弟要去上厕所让我陪他去，我俩来到排水渠边，小弟往水渠里一看很惊讶！连忙叫我，我走到近前细瞧水渠里的鲫鱼，鲶鱼，泥鳅鱼像分列排队似的游来游去。我俩脱掉鞋袜跳到水渠里开始抛鱼，我不敢抓鲶鱼吓得我坐个腚蹲，小弟乐的前仰后合。

我问小弟：“抓这么多鱼咋往回拿呀？”小弟不慌不忙的脱下裤子，让我也脱下裤子，抽下鞋带扎在裤角上装鱼。往回走时，我让小弟把衣服系在腰上，可小弟不在乎，到村头时仍不肯按我说的做，还大声唱起《故乡里的龙江》大娘，大婶们都瞅他笑，还夸小弟唱得好！

这绮丽无比的收割水稻的季节啊！这辽阔美丽的北大荒，这浪花里飞出的欢乐的歌哟！

我喜欢夏天，夏天是充满热情的、是充满乐趣的，是休闲的。

夏天我可以吃西瓜和冰激凌，冰激凌的美味让我回味无穷。西瓜一切开，汁溅到到我脸上，一舔甜丝丝的，看着那红红的瓜瓤让人直流口水。

夏天可以去河里捉小鱼~龙虾~还有螃蟹。小鱼看着真可爱，龙虾和螃蟹的钳子真吓人。

夏天可以去池里游泳。坐在游泳圈上漂着，坐在滑梯上滑下来，在水里跑步，到深水区玩。还可以蛙泳、仰泳、扎猛子，脸上都是水，多有趣啊！

夏天大雨过后，场院里积满了水，我趟着凉凉的水，“啪”一脚踏下去，水像蜻蜓的翅膀一样溅起来，真好玩。

夏天放暑假可以外出旅游。石柱山上的小蜥蜴真可爱。桐柏山的水帘洞真凉快，黄河里的水真叫深，武当山呀真叫高，海洋馆的生物真奇妙，动物园的动物真是本领大。世纪欢乐园的玩具真好玩儿……旅游真是人生第一乐趣呀！夏天确实有许多有趣的事情：可以吃西瓜~冰激凌。还可以捉鱼虾和螃蟹，可以游泳~趟水，出外旅游。我永远忘不了每年的夏天。

在喧嚣了一天都归功于平静的时候，夜幕也缓缓降临，黄昏的余光被最后吞噬。洗澡后，顶着半干的头发。依稀看见，几颗水珠顺着发丝从腰际滑落。坐在吊椅上，透过落地窗从外面看。城市中斑斓的霓虹灯闪着，一排排路灯随着视线消失，是那样可望又不可及。只在这时候，再也不见城市的喧嚣，也不见那尖锐的车鸣声，只有这时候，心才最平静。

十五岁的我，再也不是七、八岁的单纯，却不如成年人理性。常常在安静的时候，我问自己，我的梦是什么，万千世界那里是我的归属。可总有个梦吧！

到了十八岁，我们就要步入社会，步入大学的校园。还有三年的时间，说长不长，说短也不短。曾经我也单纯的以为，初中四年会很漫长，结果还不是白驹过隙。看着窗外我不禁迷茫。或许，现在一些朋友在不久的一段时间就各奔东西，去不同的高中，又或许连步入大学的机会也没有。

这繁华的城市，充满了多少诱惑与未知。这万千世界，哪里又会是我的容身之所，梦想，又是那个是我的追求。

冬天已经到了未曾想窗外飘起了雪花，我看着在空中肆意飘落的雪花，接在手上，立即化了。纷落的雪花是那样晶莹，纯洁，就像我的那个没成型的梦想。

在这繁华的城市，在这十五的季节，我的梦还没有实现，我知道会有无数困难在等着我，会有荆棘等着让我踏过。十五岁的我，我的心是干净的，梦想也是干净的，那我的将来也是光明干净的。

夏天披着一身绿叶在暖风中跳动。

夏季的六月就像是一个小孩的脸，说变就变。刚才还是太让当头照，一会就下起雨来。雨下的不大，可是很细，很密，扑到人们脸上好像是在扑粉似的。再往远处看，雨，就像是断了线的珍珠，抛洒在烟波浩渺的湖水上，点点闪闪，晶莹明亮。雨越下越大，我透过玻璃窗向外望去，天地之间像挂着无比宽大的珠帘，迷迷蒙蒙一片。

突然，天暗了下来。乌云一团一团的像疯狂的狮子，在半空中，在灰白的云底子上翻滚。忽然，在我头顶五六丈的上空，发出一阵可怕的霹雳，闪电像利剑一样直插下来，乌云被彻底砍裂了，震碎了！接着，暴雨便哗哗的下了起来，像有千针万线，要把天地缝合起来。雨后的天空中出现了七彩的虹，犹如花束纺织的环带，缀在蓝色的袍襟上。接着，吹过一阵凉爽的风。

傍晚，垂柳轻柔的挥了挥手，送别了夕阳，清风在每个人的耳畔喃喃低语，宣布夏夜的来临。一会天空中满是碎云，半圆的月亮时隐时现，似蓝煅子的天空幽幽的，又高又远。如此清幽的夏夜仿佛把我们领进了一个童话世界……

这就是夏季，我喜欢的夏季。

During May Day holiday, I went to my uncle’s home to meet my new little

bother and he is a baby.

My little bother has got big eyes, a small nose, and a small mouth that

looks like a cherry. But my little bother cant talk, and the only thing he can

do is crying.

My little bother is very lovely. He likes frown very much. When he frowns,

it looks like that he is just thinking some questions. When he falls to sleep,

it looks like swimming. When he cries, the sound is very interesting. It sounds

like he is counting numbers or he is singing. Maybe he wants to be a singer.

I love my little brother, Do you like him? I hope my little bother can be a

super star in the future. At that time I will be proud of him.

Recently, I read a great book,Childhood,which is written byGorky. It’s a novel based on the experiences of the author’s tragic childhood, telling the stories about the author between his three to ten years old. Aliocha has a bad childhood. His father and mother die in his early ages, so that he has to live with his great-grandparents. His great-grandfather is bad tempered and his uncles hate him very much. Great-grandmother is the only person who cherished him. Besides, Aliocha also feel the pureness, friendship by his playmates. Through this book, we can see a poor, ugly society, but we also can see an adamant, compassionate little child who constantly pursuits of good things in life. It’s hard to imagine how he can stick to the faith of life in such bad environment. As for us, we live in a much better environment; of course we should cherish our happiness and be strong to face difficulties in life.

春夏秋冬，周而复始，一刻也没有停过；生命变化，同样的周而复始，同样一刻不停。

春的惬意总在还略有寒意时悄然而至。一点新绿在冰雪初融的早晨的空气中酝酿着新的节奏，鸟鸣便是一个个黑色的音符，带着春的节奏在冰雪的洁白和柳条的翠绿间轻快的跳动。即便是中午，即便是喧哗的街市，也依然留守着那一份清晨的静寂。

叶子的颜色逐渐的变深了，以不在有静静的夜，蝉鸣的清脆和蟋蟀的小夜曲都足以使人忘记夏季的闷热；当你看到无数高大的树木正在风中唰唰的摆动枝叶时，不觉的为天上的行云，遍地的阳光而感到无比的充实；有时会下上一场倾盆大雨，街上的行人边跑边笑，像是在享受淋雨的快乐似的。只可惜，雨不随人愿，若是在下上一点小雨，不打伞，无论走在那里，一样能体会到夏天的魅力所在，又何必是如书中所说的走在林阴小路上那样的浪漫。

纷飞是秋的性格，每片枯黄的落叶沿着属于它自己的曲线从天空中悠然划过，没有交错，没有纷争，只有凋谢的和谐在默无声息的落叶间穿梭。

有人说，冬天是冰雪和死亡的季节，没有温暖，没有生命。可冬天不只是生命结束的标志，也是万物重生的开始。树木枯萎，花草凋零，一切的生命都在沉睡。下雪了，雪把整个的世界覆盖上了一层洁白的色彩，皑皑的白雪在空中飘零，不勉要使人以为它们是冬之精灵，是神圣的天使，为世界拨撒新生的种子，春天一到，万物复苏，精灵们融化自己，希望给种子们最后的滋润。冬天，你有何尝不是温馨的使徒呢？

自古至今，多少人对生命感慨万千，有的感叹生命太短暂，有的思考着生命的意义，还有的在后悔自己从前虚度年华。

生命真正的含义又是什么呢？是秋的感悟，还是冬的希望。

有人把死亡看作是生命的结束，虽然没有人可以描述出死亡的感受，但生活给了我们体验的感觉，给了我们生的希望。不管你是呱呱落地的婴儿，还是年过古昔的老人，都可以在有生之年仔细的品位生活带给你的那一份只属于你的感受。无论是快乐，还是悲伤；欣喜，还是忧愁；也不管它是酸的、甜的、苦的、辣的、咸的、涩的，或是别的什么怪怪的味道，它都是命运交给你的一把钥匙；只要它属于你，只要它能帮助你打开命运的门，就不需要理会它的外表，不是吗？

命运有时叫生活，他可以左右你的感情；

命运有时叫梦想，他可以美化你的理想；

命运有时叫希望，他可以使你满心阳光；

命运有时叫舵盘，你一定可以掌握！

大自然很神奇，它创造了一年四季，春暖花开，鸟语蝉鸣，秋高气爽，雪花飞舞，每个季节都很美，而我最喜欢秋天。因为秋天是美丽的季节，是丰收的季节。

秋天的花园是美的，到处开着五颜六色的鲜花，有红玫瑰，有粉月季，有白百合，还有姹紫嫣红的菊花。它们有的舒展开自己的花瓣盛开着，有的像用手捧着脸半开的，还有的像娇羞的小姑娘含苞待放。千姿百态，让人流连忘返，就连小蜜蜂和小蝴蝶都被深深吸引住忘了采花蜜，在那翩翩起舞。

秋天的果园是香的，红彤彤的苹果挂满枝头，像小朋友们那一张张可爱的小脸；又大又红的石榴撑破了肚皮，露出一排晶莹剔透的果粒，宛如红宝石；紫莹莹的葡萄一个紧挨着一个，仿佛一串串紫玛瑙。秋风吹过，传来一阵淡淡的果香，引人口水直流。

秋天的田野是乐的，金灿灿的稻穗笑弯了腰，仿佛叫人们快点收割；挺拔的高粱扬起黑红黑红的脸，像是在乐呵呵的演唱；成片的大豆摇动着豆荚，发出了哗啦啦的笑声。

从高空往下看，秋天的大地就像一幅五彩缤纷的风景画。秋天真美，真迷人啊！

The Fascinating Moonrise

There is a hill near my home that I often climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-off murmur. In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls. But it is the drama of the moonrise that I come to see. For that restores in me a quiet and clarity that the city spends too freely.

From this hill I have watched many moons rise. Each one had its own mood. There have been broad, confident harvest moons in autumn; shy, misty moons in spring; lonely, white winter moons rising into the utter silence of an ink-black sky and smoke-smudged orange moons over the dry fields of summer. Each, like fine music, excited my heart and then calmed my soul.

But we, who live indoors, have lost contact with the moon. The glare of street lights and the dust of pollution veil the night sky. Though men have walked on the moon, it grows less familiar. Few of us can say what time the moon will rise tonight.

Still, it tugs at our minds.

If we unexpectedly encounter the full moon, huge and yellow over the horizon, we are helpless but to stare back at its commanding presence. And the moon has gifts to bestow upon those who watch.

I learned about its gifts one July evening in the mountains. My car had mysteriously stalled, and I was stranded and alone. The sun had set, and I was watching what seemed to be the bright-orange glow of a forest fire beyond a ridge to the east. Suddenly, the ridge itself seemed to burst into flame. Then, the rising moon, huge and red and grotesquely misshapen by the dust and sweat of the summer atmosphere, loomed up out of the woods. Distorted thus by the hot breath of earth, the moon seemed ill-tempered and imperfect. Dogs at nearby farmhouse barked nervously, as if this strange light had wakened evil spirits in the weeds.

But as the moon lifted off the ridge it gathered firmness and authority. Its complexion changed from red, to orange, to gold, to impassive yellow. It seemed to draw light out of the darkening earth, for as it rose, the hills and valleys below grew dimmer. By the time the moon stood clear of the horizon, full-chested and round and of the colour of ivory, the valleys were deep shadows in the landscape. The dogs, reassured that this was the familiar moon, stopped barking. And all at once I felt a confidence and joy close to laughter.

The drama took an hour. Moonrise is slow and serried with subtleties. To watch it, we must slip into an older, more patient sense of time.

To watch the moon move inflexibly higher is to find an unusual stillness within ourselves. Our imaginations become aware of the vast distance of space, the immensity of the earth and the huge improbability of our own existence. We feel small but privileged.

Moonlight shows us none of life’s harder edges. Hillsides seem silken and silvery, the oceans still and blue in its light. In moonlight we become less calculating, more drawn to our feelings.

月升魅无穷

在我家的附近有座小山， 我常在晚间爬上山去。此时，城市的喧嚣成了遥远的低语。在这黑夜的静谧中，我尽情地分享蟋蟀的欢乐，感受猫头鹰的自信。不过，我上山是来看月出的，因为这可以让我的内心重新感到被城市消耗殆尽的平静与清新。

在这座山上，我欣赏过许多次月亮升起的景象。每一次月的姿容性情都不同。秋天，满月如轮，充满自信;春天，月亮清雾迷蒙羞羞答答;冬天，银白色的月亮挂在漆黑的、悄无声息的夜空中，显得那样孤寂;夏天，桔*的月似被烟尘笼罩，俯瞰干燥的田野。每一种月亮，都像美妙的音乐，颤动我的心灵，令我的灵魂平静。

但我们这些深居室内的人，已与月亮失去了联系。城市中耀眼的街灯和污染性烟尘遮住了夜空。虽然人类已在月亮上行走过，但月亮对我们却更加陌生了。现在已很少有人能说出今晚月亮何时升起。

但无论怎样，月亮依然打动我们的心灵。

如果我们偶然遇见一轮黄灿灿的满月高高挂在空中， 我们都会禁不住抬头凝望她那高贵的仪容。而月亮会向那些注视她的人赐予厚礼。

我得到她的厚礼是在山间七月的一个夜晚。我的车突然无缘无故地熄了火，将我孤身一人困在山中，束手无策。太阳已经落山，我注视着东边山头涌起的一团桔红色的明光，好像森林起火一般。突然，山头自己也似乎燃起火焰，一会儿，一轮又大又红的月亮从树林中慢慢现出身来，夏天空气中弥漫的灰尘与湿气令它显得异常怪异。大地灼热的呼吸扭曲了它，它变得非常暴躁，不再完美。附近农舍的狗紧张地狂吠起来，因为这团奇怪的光亮叫醒了野草中的魔鬼。

然而当月亮缓缓从山头升起，它聚集了越来越多的坚定与威严;它的面孔由红色变成了桔红，又变成金色，最后成为沉静的*。它似乎吸收了正在渐渐转暗的大地的光亮，因为随着它的升起，下面的丘陵山谷变得愈来愈朦胧。等到皓月当空，满月如盘，闪烁出象牙般的清辉，山谷便成了风景中一片幽深的阴影。那些狗明白了那团光原来是他们熟悉的月亮，也安定下来，停止了吠叫。霎时间，我也觉得信心倍增，心情舒畅，几乎笑了起来。

这奇特的景观持续了一个小时。月出是缓慢而充满神奇的。观看月出，我们必须回到一种古老的、耐心的时间观念中去。观看月亮不可阻挡地升上天空，会让我们找到内心的无比安宁，我们的想象力能让我们看到宇宙的辽阔和大地的广袤，能让我们忘掉自己的存在。我们觉得自身渺小，但又深感大自然的厚待。

月色下，我们看不到生活中坚硬的棱角。山坡在月光下如同笼上了一层柔和的银纱;大海在月光下宁静碧蓝;我们在月光下也不再像白日那般心计来往，而是沉醉于自然的情感中。

我爱寂寞，爱冷清，爱凉凉的雨，淡淡的风，静静的秋，别是一番的愉悦。秋天，天高气爽。风轻云淡。如诗的日子，如水的季节。清晨有星雨，零落地站在发丝间，眷念地停驻在衣衫上，便有了似凉非凉的感觉。与温和的春、热情的夏、冷峻的冬比起来，秋给了人更多的遐思。

秋的心是愁。我们的先人至少这样认为。古人将离别的怨怪罪于秋，因而有了“多事之秋”一词。寂寥、冷清的季节，落木萧萧，雁字南归，衰草满目的古道，执手相看，千言万语，只化得“珍重”二字，挥手之间，不觉已泪洒尘埃，点点是恨，滴滴是愁，更是难舍；望月思乡，怀远记挂的夜，也只能与秋相顾而泣，但君可知，人生苦短，或悲或喜，多情的人儿怎能让秋蒙冤？秋，何过之有？清冷是它的别具一格，君岂能怨之？萧索是它的独有风韵，君忍恨之？

要别离时，便轻挥衣袖，潇潇洒洒迈步，怎可一步三回头，湿了面颜？天下无不散之筵席。离别的哀愁，只为重聚的欢喜。前路漫漫，过客匆匆，伤感哀愁之时，已事过境迁，易逝岁月不留情，怎容得你愁肠百结？眼下的忧人自忧，庸人自扰，却怪罪于无辜的秋，难道不可笑又可悲么？

天地万物本无过错，纵然寂寞，也不应该独叹秋风秋雨愁煞人。没有铁石心肠的冬，又有谁会用火炉的温情，呼唤温文尔雅的春？灼人的夏的嚣张气焰也需如水的秋抚平。好和坏又怎需拥有有色眼镜的人们来评价？好之为好，不过一时的称心如意；坏所以为坏，也只因瞬间的不得志。对于花儿来说，好与坏也只不过是绽放与凋谢的一瞬间。或许说花儿只是为了凋谢才开放，根本无所谓好坏。

多愁善感的人们啊，尔等焉能以春之暖、夏之炎、秋之凉、冬之寒强加的情愫，来掩盖自己的残忍与多情？

我爱秋。

In school,I work very hard and I rank in the top of my class.Therefore,my classmates would like to ask me some questions about study when they do not ask for teachers.I like helping others.Firstly,when others need help,I want to give them a hand.They come to me,because they trust me.

This makes me happy.Secondly,I can get help from others,too.Once you did some favors to them,they are more likely to help you.Finally,helping others is helping myself,too.When I solve problems,I get improvement at the same time.

Dear Sue,

How are you? I obtained your name and address from Pen Pal International. I am very glad to write to you and we become pen pals.

Let me first introduce myself. Im currently working as an English teacher at Shanghai Onlytoya College. I graduated from Shanghai Foreign Languages University in 1988, majoring in English literature and linguistics. I got my Masters degree in pragmatics in 1998. I like playing erhu (a kind of Chinese musical instrument) and listening to pop music. I am also very interested in traveling. Oh, yes, I am a great bar-goer!

描写朋友的英语作文带翻译 This summer, I will be traveling to Australia. I will be attending a conference on behalf of my college in Sydney from July 10 to 16. After the conference, I plan to do some sightseeing in Australia, maybe five more days. If you are free, I would be very happy to meet you in person. Perhaps we could have lunch together.

Well, let me finish here. I am already eagerly awaiting your reply to this first letter. Please tell me all about yourself and your interests. I hope we can become good friends.

Yours truly,

Kenny Gao

生活像是一个调色盘，总是五彩缤纷，充满了神奇；生活像是一道长虹，总是色彩斑斓，划过雨后的天际；生活就像一本童话书，总是精彩纷呈，上演了多少奇迹。生活中的段段往事，犹如河道中温暖靓丽的鹅卵石，失去的曾经，沉淀在彩色的梦里……

六月的风轻轻吹起，夹杂着断断续续的蝉鸣，还有紫薇花的香，都在这夏日的空气中酝酿着。烈日炎炎，却有银杏撒下一抹凉荫，风中飞舞着粉红色的樱花瓣，带着一缕缕暗香，在六月的晴空下舞蹈着，唱着无言的歌，跟着风的旋律摇摆着。啊，夏天！梦中牵挂的夏天。

夏天，蜻蜓多了起来，透明的翅膀折射着阳光，在视野中飞来飞去，忽上忽下的，有趣极了。而我们那时，望着美丽的蜻蜓却抓不到，最后想到了一个很雷人的办法——路边放着清洁工用的大扫把，我们用来捉蜻蜓。但经常是扑到蜻蜓已经是半死不活的了。偶尔也有活下来的，我们便把它们撞到往兜里，继续抓，偶尔还能抓到几只倒霉的蝴蝶。

夏天的炎热都见识过，但夏日炎炎中也不少一丝清凉。小区中的游泳池，永远是碧波荡漾，栏杆上爬了一层绿绿的爬山虎，像碧玉雕成的墙壁，很是美丽。每天早上，那里的水面总是平静的，像一面镜子一般，映着湛蓝的天空。中午，那里热闹起来了，水声、笑声汇成了欢乐的海洋，滋润着这炎炎夏日。就是黄昏，也难消停。像我们，下午游泳游累了，回去买些零食填饱肚子，坐在小区的滑梯上，微风拂过发梢，吃饱后就再次投入水的怀抱。

夏夜是记忆中最美的夜了。凉风习习，躺在楼下的椅子上，透过银杏树叶看深蓝色的天空，看耀眼的繁星，聆听风中一草一木的低语，捉哪些喋喋不休的知了。那时我还小，总是数着天上的星星，不知不觉就走进了梦乡……

夏天，一个让我向往的季节。不只是因为它的美，还有那记忆中遗落的故事，那丢失的童年，永远在夏日凉风中荡漾。我坚信，因为那是我还小。

秋，它拥有春的清寒，拥有夏的干燥，拥有冬的冷寂，而又不失自身的美好。它好似一个深沉的姑娘，让人难以猜透，从而沉迷其中，迷恋它的美好。这样的它，怎能不使人心生眷恋呢？

我热衷于它的一切，我喜欢秋季。

秋是残酷的。它总是将种子从母亲身上抽离。在它转身的那一刻，有没有听到那一声声“沙沙”的哭诉？但如果不是秋风将种子吹下茎秆，那种子不是要被酷寒冻僵吗？是秋风把种子介绍给大地，让它脱离生命的母体，走向世界的每个角落。

啊！原来，这就是秋深沉内敛的美，剥开残酷外衣，里面是炽热的心；原来，秋是生命的胚胎！

打开大门，走进秋的世界。

山上披着金灿灿的外衣，看群山丛林尽染。我喜欢踏着朝阳，迎着秋风，投身于大自然的怀抱。走在山间的小路上，我尽情的享受秋这位极富音乐才能的演奏师为我演奏出只属于它的音韵。一缕阳光从树叶的夹缝里射在地上，就好像白日里的星空。不，它比星空更加耀眼了。伸手，接住一片在空中曼舞的落叶，它的身躯已经有些干裂，可它的筋络还是那么清晰，因为它的血液里含着的是奉献。都说：“落红不是无情物无情物，化作春泥更护花。”所以，树叶才匆匆地结束它的一生。沉甸甸的果实压弯了枝干，有的枝干将身子挺了再挺，努力的将果子扛在肩上，纤细的枝丫上挂着碗大的果子，看上去险些要掉下来的样子，可是，无论风儿怎么吹都动摇不了它傲立枝头的精气神。

田野里的庄稼成熟了，是农民最大的收获。每当我站在田边，看着奶奶娴熟的收庄稼，看着汗滴滚落，可她的脸上依旧是洋溢着满足。有付出就有回报，在这个满足的甜蜜的季节里，我看到了秋的微笑，一切的辛苦都是值得的。秋的使命，好像在不知不觉中完成了，很多人常常不懂得秋的深沉与成熟，留下一句“自古逢秋悲寂寥”，对于他们来说，春天是最美的，那是因为春将自己最美的外表在那一刻展现，它不同于秋的内敛，秋，就像一个坚强的女子，把她柔弱弱的一面收藏起来，用行动来证明自己的价值与美好。

我喜欢秋季，正是它的残酷让我们明白了，有苦才有甜，有付出才有回报，正是秋的内敛让我明白了，金子用发光证明自己的价值。我们人呢？证明自己最好的方法是行动！

摇曳在如从沧海中捕获的小船的青春之苑里，伴着缕缕微风，我回想，竟发现，原来童年是那么美好……

记忆里家中的那盆月季仍含苞欲放，我漫步在校园里，心儿似乎伴着那月季的清香飞到了孩提时代……

轻轻推开记忆的闸门，才发现童年的我幼稚却很可爱。曾清楚地记得，我上幼儿园时，不是很喜欢年轻漂亮的老师，也不沉浸在与其它小朋友玩耍的喜悦之中，惟一使我依恋甚至于迷恋的是那组滑梯。那红色的滑梯，如同一团跳跃的火苗，永远闪耀在我的心头。不厌其烦的从梯子上爬上去，为的只是不厌其烦的享受那刺激的一瞬间。“嗖，嗖”的声音让人感到真的很快活。年幼的我有时甚至会萌发这样的念头，或许就在那“嗖”的一瞬间，我会完成丑小鸭到白天鹅的神奇蜕变，会完成灰姑娘到白雪公主的美好结局。童年，那组滑梯，真的很美好。

岁月悠悠，往事依稀。至今仍铭记在我心中的还有那充满童真童趣的捉迷藏。离开幼儿园，回到家里，经常玩也最爱玩的就是捉迷藏。每次和伙伴们玩之前，我都会绞尽脑汁的去想藏在哪里最安全，最不容易被伙伴们发出。有时我会按捺不住自己高兴而又激动的心情，在看着伙伴们狼狈而又紧张地找我时，“扑哧”地笑出声来，因而被伙伴们抓住把柄给揪出来。但有时候我会遵循“最危险的地方就是最安全的地方，”例如门后面，在很快被同伴找到的时候，我会开怀大笑，一直笑到直不起腰来。童年，那次捉迷藏，真的好快活。

童年，是一支小曲，幽远，绵长；

童年，是一个美梦，五彩、缤纷；

童年，更是那含苞欲放的花骨朵儿，充满好奇与无知，时刻都将开出灿烂而美丽的花朵！

一年中有万物复苏的春天，万紫千红的夏天，果实累累的秋天和白雪皑皑的冬天，我最喜欢的是金黄色的秋天。

秋天是丰收的季节，你瞧，在那金黄黄的田地里，生长着已经成熟了的玉米，他的样子多么像一朵敞开的花朵呀！玉米在风中摇摆仿佛在告诉万物——秋天到了！

在操场上，孩子们没有因为一丝的寒冷而失去了活力，反而更加富有活力：他们个个都嬉皮笑脸；带来的寒冷并没有停止他们的游戏，反而加快了速度；他们高兴、活泼，都来自这个凉爽的秋天！

在公路两旁，树木们的叶儿被寒冷中带着一丝的温暖吹黄了，有的甚至落下了，可大树没有哭泣反而非常高兴，他们知道明年的新的叶子会长出来的，他们知道这只是一时的寒冷。你看，那棵小树破了一个洞，他哭泣着，旁边的大树安慰着他：“别哭了，啄木鸟医生马上就来了。”小树停止了哭泣，等待着啄木鸟医生。

田野里，勤劳的农民伯伯们顶这寒风忙着收割着玉米。他们看到玉米熟了，长大了，高兴得不得了，有的欢呼了起来，有的更加兴奋了，有的加快了收割的速度。你听，田野上出现了许多除害大将——青蛙的呱呱声，有微型望眼镜的猫头鹰，专吃蝗虫的燕子，还有……他们时时刻刻都保护着玉米，真不愧是庄稼的守护神啊！

这就是我最喜欢的秋天——一个凉爽、美丽的季节！

December 27th, 2009

Dear Mr Pan:

It has been a long time since I wrote the last letter. Nowdays, people write letters less and less, instead, they make a call or send a SMS. However, it is still a good way for us to communicate with each other by sending a letter.

Its my honour to get the chance to write to you. "Approachable" is my first impression of you, because you always keeps smiling. Students may fear the teachers that are serious both in and out of class. Smile makes a teacher popular with his students, you are a teacher of this very kind.

You always arrive at the classroom ahead of any of the students, from which we could imply that you are a diligent man with regular habit. Before the class, you like to talk to us, at this very time, you are more a friend than a teacher. To be honest, I was surprised in the first class when I learned a teacher at your age could speak English in such a fluent way.(I didnt mean you are old, youre young at heart.) Moreover, you know well how to keep your class attractive. Youve got such an active mind that you can keep talking during the whole class without a pause. I always appreciated your ideas and enjoyed listening to you. In your class, I learned not only the writing skills but also the presentation skills as well as much knowledge of other areas. Thanks for your excellent teaching.

Ive got some suggestions for you. It seems that we students have got few chances to participate in discussion during the class time. Most of the time, we are listening. Seldom did we express our own ideas. I suggest that teachers should interact with students more frequently in the class. Besides, Id like to practice writing more, so would you please leave us more assignments?

Happy new year.

With every good wish.

Yours sincerely Dali Wang

[给英语老师的一封信,英文作文

闫舒雅

我喜欢的季节是最最最炎热又是太阳毒辣辣的季节夏季。

这时，太阳公公尽情的释放出强烈的阳光。因为天太热了，所以我们穿的是裙子、短裤、凉鞋。不过也是有许许多多的好处的，可以吃冰淇淋、玩水、捉鱼、去海滩玩，许许多多，多的我都数不清楚了呢！晚上时，长辈们就会在门口谈谈话、聊聊天。我们小孩子呢？爸爸妈妈就会带着我们去街里面玩。我们玩的很开心！

最后，这样的夏天是在我的眼里形成了一副很美丽的画，这就是我眼里的夏天。

I like traveling very much. My trip to XiAn is really unforgettable. Before

I went there, I always wanted to see Bin Ma Yong, so I chose to go there.

I went to there by train with my parents and I had breakfast in the hotel.

Then we went there by bus. When I got off the bus, I was very excited. I saw a

lot of false man whose hand with all kinds of things.

I took many pictures. Finally we went back the hotel in the afternoon.

Though I was very tired, I felt very happy. I will never forget it for

ever.