高考英语作文建议信ppt精选20篇

My name is Huang Jun Bo. I’m fourteen years old. I live in San Wei. I live

in a house with my mother, father and brother. I have many friends. My best

friend is named Xiao qian, Hai bin and Zhi heng. They are in my class at school.

I am 1.56 mitres tall. My favourite foods are chicken and fish. My favourite

colour is blue.

Have you studied any other languages in school? I am learning English now.

But my English is bad. My teacher told me that to learn a language well. I need

to use it and talk to people in it. I need more than hard at English. I have

spoken English all morning today!

I wish you teach me some about English’s knowledge. I hope improve my

English. Can you help me?

I would like to learn more in Xiao he. What do you like to do? What do you

like colour and foods best? What do you look like?

I love you,Xiao he.

Huang jun bo

My family lives on this street. In the morning, my father goes to work and

all the children go to school. My mother takes us to school everyday. She does

the housework. She always has her lunch at home, and sees her friends in the

afternoon. In the evening all the children come home from school. They always

get home early. My father goes home from work and he is often late. After supper

my two brothers and I do our homework. We go to bed at ten.

Yesterday afternoon, the clear sky. Come straight home after school, I, on

the edge of a road, I saw a group of pretty much thing is slowly moving, curious

I went over to look, boom! Are a group of flies dispersed in a hubbub, odor, I

quickly cover your nose, hurriedly escape, only to hear the sound of a

squeaking, a big, fat rat quickly into odour plumes of garbage, suddenly, two or

three big black cat rushed out, to the mouse. I turned pale with fear, quickly

get out, I was happy mood was thrown to the outside of the nine days into the

sky, I hate people who litter, only now is, they put a good road. I went on

weakly, those people if one.

My Darling McGeorge

You said that things seemed clearer when they were written down. Well, here

with a very boring letter in which I will try to put everything down so that you

may read and re-read it at a horror at your folly in getting involved with

me.

Deep breath. To begin with ,I love you. With a depth and passion and I have

felt for no one else in this life. And if it is astonishes you, it astonished me

as well. Not, I hasten to say, because you are not worth loving. Far from it.

Its just that, first of all,I swore I would not get involved with another

woman. Secondly, I have never had such a feeling before and it is almost

frightening. Thirdly, I would never have thought it possible that another human

being could occupy my waking and sleeping thoughts to the exclusion of almost

everything else. Fourthly, I never thought that even if one was in love one

could get so completely besotted with another person so that a minute away from

them felt like a thousand years. Fifthly, I never hoped,aspired, dreamed that

one can find everything one wanted in one person.

I was not such an idiot as to believe this was possible. Yet in you I have

found everything I want: youre beautiful, gay, giving, gentle, idiotically and

deliciously feminine, sexy, wonderfully intelligent and wonderfully silly as

well. I want nothing else in this life than to be with you, to listen and watch

you, your beautiful voice, your beauty, to argue with you, to laugh with you, to

show you things, to share things with you, to explore your magnificent mind, to

explore your wonderful body, to help you, protect you, serve you ,and...bash you

on the head when I think you are wrong...

Not to put too fine a point on it, I consider that I am the only man

outside mythology to have found crock of gold at the rainbows end. But, having

said all that, let us consider things in details. Dont let this become public,

but, well...I have one or two faults. Minor ones,I hasten to say. For example I

am inclined to be overbearing. I do it for the best possible motives, all

tyrants say that, but I do tend, without thinking, to treat people underfoot.

You must tell me when Im doing it to you, my sweet, because it can be a very

bad thing in a marriage.

Right, the second blemish. This actually is not so much a blemish of

character as a blemish of circumstance. Darling, I want you to be you on your

own right, and I will do everything I can to help you in this. But you must take

into consideration that I am also me in my own right. And that I have a head

start on you. What Im trying to say is that you must not feel offended if you

are sometimes treated simply as my wife. Always remember that what you lose on

the swings you gain on the roundabouts. But i am an established ‘creature’ in

the world, and so on occasions you will have to live in my shadow. Nothing gives

me less pressure than this. But it is a fact of life that has to be faced.

Third, a very important and nasty, blemish. Jealousy. I dont think you

know what jealousy is, thank god, in the real sense of the word. I know that you

have felt jealousy over Lincolns wife and child, but this is what I call normal

jealousy, and this to my regret, is not what Ive got. What I have got is a

black monster and any goodness that I have in my make-up. It is really a Jekyll

and Hyde situation... my Hyde is stronger than my good sense and defeats me,

hard though I try. As I told you, I have always known that this lurks within me,

but I could control it, and my monster slumbered and nothing happened to awake

it. Then I met you and I felt my monster stir and become half-awake when you

told me of Lincoln and others you have known, would you like to end with your

letter my monster came out of its lair, black, irrational, bigoted, stupid,

evil, malevolent. You never know how terribly corrosive jealousy is; It is a

physical pain as though you have swallowed acid or red hot coals. It is the most

terrible of feelings. But you cant help it at least I cant and god knows Ive

tried. I dont want any ex-boyfriends sitting in church when I marry you. On our

wedding day I want nothing but happiness both for you and me, but I know I wont

be happy if there is a church full of your ex-conquests. When I marry you I will

have no past, only a future. I dont want to drag my past into our future and I

dont want you to do it, either. Remember I am jealous of you because I love

you. You are never jealous of something you dont care about.

Okay enough about jealousy. Now let me tell you something. I have seen a

thousand sunsets and sunrises, in a thousand sunsets and sunrises on land where

it floods forest mountains with honey-coloured light, at sea where it rises and

sets like a blood orange in a multi-coloured nest of cloud, slipping in and out

of the vast ocean. I have seen thousand moons. Harvest moon is like gold coins,

winter moons as white as ice chips, new moons like baby swans feathers. I have

seen seas as smooth as if painted, coloured like shot silk or blues as a

kingfisher or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam, moving

ponderously and murderously. I have felt winds straight from the south pole,

bleak and wailing like a lost child; Winds as tender and warm as a lovers

breath; Winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of

seaweeds; Winds during the moist rich smell of a forest floor, the smell of a

million flowers. Fierce winds that churned and moved the sea like yeast, or

winds that made the waters lap at the shore like a kitten. Ive known silence:

the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well; The implacable stony

silence of a deep cave; The hot, drugged midday silence when everything is

everything is hypnotized and still moved into silence by the eye of the sun. The

silence when great music ends. Ive heard that summer cicadas cry so that the

sound seems stitched into your bones. Ive heard a tree frogs in an

orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million

emerald fireflies. Ive heard the Keas calling over the grey glaciers that

groaned to themselves like old people as they inched. Their way to the sea. Ive

heard the hoarse street vendor cries of the mating Fur seals as they sang to

their sleek golden wives, the crisp staccato admonishment of the rattlesnake,

make the cobweb squeak of the Bat and the belling roar of the red deer knee-deep

in purple heather. Ive heard wolves baying at a winters moon, read howlers

making the forest vibrate with their roaring cries. Ive heard the squeak, purr

and grunt of a hundred multi-coloured reef fishes. I’ve seen hamming birds

flashing like opals round a tree of scarlets blooms, humming like a top. I have

seen flying fish skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves, drawing

silver lines on the surface with their tails. Ive seen Spoonbills flying home

to roost like a scarlet banner crossed the sky. Ive seen Whales, black as tar,

cushioned on a cornflower blue sea,creating a Versailles of fountain with their

breath. I have watched butterflies emerge and sit, trembling, while the sun

irons their wings smooth. I watch tigers, like flames, mating in the long grass.

I have been dive -bombed by an angry Raven, black and glossy as the Devils

hoof. Ive lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a

host of Dolphins. I have met a thousand animals and see a thousand wonderful

things.

All this I did without you. This was my loss. All this I want to do with

you. This will be my gain. All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of

one minute of your company, for your love, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips,

body, and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind which is an enchanting

quarry, in which it is my privilege to delve.

Gerald Durrell

Once upon a time in a kingdom far away, there was an India princess called

Lily; she lived with her father in a desert, where the camel was always good and

healthy… One day Lily went off through the woods to find some food to eat up.

One or two times she would stop to admire the beautiful views, and try to aim at

those who bother her; when she returned, she dragged a big deer for supper… it

was also Dum for her to hit a very poor deer… Sometimes her father would say,

“Well done!”

After supper, Lily begged her father to let her go and have an adventure in

the woods. Her father agreed, and Lily got her bow and arrow, ready to have an

adventure. Along the way, she met a very lovely prince, and fell in love with

him at once, but how could she express her love to him?

She thought and thought about it along the way home. Until she figured out

that she had lost her way. She had decided to move along and try to find her way

back home, at last she found a big and tall tree that had branches that form a

room; just like a platform… She cut off some branches that made a small floor;

then she made the furniture, of sticks and wood and mud. In the evening, she

rested on the platform, and waited until the sun rise… At sun rise, Lily woke

up, she got her bow and arrow, ready to find home. But just as she was about to

get down from her platform, a crocodile blocked her way, she sat there looking

frightened.

At last some back men rode horses came to this place, they quietly without

any word, kicked the crocodile down; and then killed him. Lily finally got down

from the tree or platform, and went with the black men.

At last they arrived at the black men hiding place, and they fed her with

some delicious meals; during the great time that Lily was having some men with

white horses galloped toward Lily; she was still having delicious meals when

bomb! Lily was captured in a cage.

Lily was very worried, she yelled out for help! Finally the black men came,

and found the cage where Lily was in.

They hurried up, and used their stick and opened the cage. The white men

came, and were ready to battle; the black men made a signal to let Lily get out

of here. Lily got out and scrambled. When the black men returned, they found

Lily clasped on the ground… They carried Lily on their horses to their hiding

spots, and fed her some water and some meals.

At last Lily woke up, and saw the black men; she went to hug them and say

thanks for saving her. The next day the black men took Lily to find her parents.

Lily asked for a bowl of porridge as a meal, and set off on their black horse.

Along the way, they found a camp place; it was where Lily’s father lived! Lily

jumped off the black horse, and ran to her father and hugged him; they were all

very, very happy.

When the king saw the black men, he was very angry. But Lily said to him;

“Father, these are the men that saved me from the white men that had captured

me, they are amazing!” the king thought about this for a moment, and so decided

to let the black men go in peace.

At last Lily was at home, his father was so very glad to see her. During

their happiness together, the black men came back and prepared a special feast

for everyone to enjoy. The music began to blow, and they started to dance up and

down and twirling about in the air…

They ate their meals, and drank some porridge, and lived pretty happy. One

day when the black men were about to leave, the king asked; “Is there something

that you would like me to give to you?” “Dear king,” replied one of the black

men, “I would love you to grant me a very happy wish your honor, and that is to

let all the poor people survive from the dangerous stuff…” the black men wish

was at once granted, and all that was left was the action and the build.

Before the only time the king knew, that the black men was killed, he

killed himself, with always a smile on his face…

Lily on the other hand, was very sad about the wish; but she too, had

always a smile…

Dear Editor,

I’m a builder. When other builders and I laid a foundation of a building,

we dug out some ancient cultural relics.

At that time, some people suggested we sell them so that we could get some

money. But I didn’t agree with them because I think these cultural relics are

our country’s wealth.

As Chinese people, we should protect them. So I told the other builders we

shouldn’t sell them, because cultural relics represent a country’s culture and

history. Besides, we should donate these culture relics to our country in case

they might be sold abroad secretly. We shouldn’t lose them.

Yours sincerely,

Li Hua

I have a school, Its nice and big. Its name is Sha He School.

My school is big.There are fourty--two classroom in my school, There are

many trees in my school. There is a big playgrund in the school. I often play

with my frinds on it.

There is a big farm behind my school.Every day, The English, maths,

Chinese, music and P E are my classes.

I like my school best. I love my school!

Today， I played a game of legend in school. The first student in each group

went to the front desk to read the words on the paper. One group had 20

students， the first one in our group， whispered to the next one that we were

going to raise the flag together， but the ninth one heard that we were going to

kill chickens together， so she gave it to us. The last one said we were going to

kill chickens together， and the last one said aloud that we were going to kill

chickens together. We all laughed loudly. Haha， it was so funny. He upgraded us

together and said that the game of killing chickens together was so funny. I

must share it with my parents when I go home. I play this little game with them.

I also want to tell my parents that joke. My parents must say its too

funny.

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

Dear teacher,

Hello!

Teacher, you have taught us Chinese for more than a year, my education, I will never forget. I want to say to you: Teacher, thank you!

In the last year, when I did wrong, it was you who taught me in time; The help you gave me when I couldnt do a Chinese question... I want to say to you: "Thank you, my teacher!

Because in your class, we all feel so relaxed and happy, without any tension or stress! Every time school is over, we cant bear to go! You really are an excellent teacher!

Teacher you said in the classroom, we are not only teachers and students relationship, but also friends! I feel very honored to be your student!

Teacher you also ask us to read the text with feelings, articles. Before, we talk is a spit out, when you come to let us go home to practice the word to be fast, now we and your words are about the same, but also with feelings to read the text. You read beautifully and emotionally, and your class is like a magnet full of new gravity. Even the class to learn the most bad, are also in the straight waist, with relish to listen to, our classmates are very like your Chinese class.

If we are beautiful flowers, you are hard garden ding if we are a candle, you are a match, with the teacher we can grow strong, big shine! Teacher, we all say that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; But I say, you are the pillars of the motherland. It is you who support the backbone of our generation! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are like the obscure roots that make the young trees grow strong and full of fruit, yet you do not ask for any reward.

I really said: "Teacher, thank you!"

Finally, I wish Mr. Cui good health, smooth work and good luck in everything!

Advance!

Salute!

I like to listen to music very much, especially the English songs. My

favorite band is Coldplay. When I hear their classic song Yellow, I will be very

excited. The reason I like this band is that they have something different from

others. In their songs, they search about life. Listening to English songs also

can help me improve my English level.

My English name is LiLy. I have lots of hobbies.

I like goto the shopping mall buy somebeautiful dresses,skirts,foods.

I like surf the internet to play some games and listen to the music.

I like play with my good friends.And I like readbooks.

I like eat spicy foods, sweets , chickens , and ice cream.

I like play the basketball andplay the piano.

女儿，你经历过了高中三年的考验，接下来就是要迎接高考这样一个大的历练，父母知道你很辛苦，但你要知道，这都是每个人成长的必经之路。

所谓一个人的能力有多大，他的责任就会有多大，你知道吗女儿，父母希望你做一个有能力的人。

我们知道，有能力的人自然会比别人辛苦，做的工作要多，但也正因为这样不断的自我提升，所以也就更加坚定了父母放开你让你独自去闯的心。

女儿，不知道你有没有做好准备迎接即将来临的高考呢?你要知道，好运并不是一直都会围绕在一个人身上的。

因此你不可以单靠着自己的认为和终会消耗殆尽的好运，去面对你人生中的第一件大事——高考。

你应该做的是，不怕枯燥，一遍又一遍的重复。重复的看自己所学的知识，重复的检查高考前的必备，以及还要不断的告诉自己，加油。

父母不能帮你完成的事情很多，相信你从高一开始就有意识，很多时候，遇见的问题和麻烦都要靠自己解决。

希望你每当解决这些问题之后，都回过头来好好想想。有没有更好的方式呢?又或者看看自己有没有留下遗憾呢?

父母这样希望你是因为不想你的人生不够独立，也希望你的人生你自己可以掌控。就像是高考，父母无法帮助你完成，也只能鼓励你，支持你，祝福你。

女儿，不要畏惧高考，也不要有什么犹豫。父母一直都会在你身边陪伴着你。你只要拿出你最好的状态，最佳的水平，来面对即将到来的一切就好。

父母知道你可以做的很好，最后衷心的祝愿我们的宝贝女儿能够在高考中取得一个满意的成绩。

以上就是小编为大家推荐的高考前父母写给自己女儿的一封感人的信，各位家长如果有什么想说的却难于说出口的话，就参照上文在高考来临之际，给自己的女儿写一封信吧!

Today the crime rate in cities of our country is rising. Many citizens

often complain about the thefts and robberies that have taken palce in the areas

they live in and appeal to the governments at all levels to take effective

measures to reduce the crime rate.

如今犯罪发生率在我国众多城市呈现出上升趋势。许多公民常常抱怨在他们生活的地方，偷窃和抢劫常发生。他们希望各级政府能采取有效措施来减少犯罪发生率。

Faced with criminals, some people are so frightened that they shamelessly

give up the fight and other people turn a blind eye to them. However, some

people are brave enough, to risk their lives to fight the criminals.Their

fearless actions prevented the criminals from doing evils, saved the victims,

and protected the public properties.

面对罪犯，好些人因为过于害怕而无耻地放弃了斗争，和其他人一样，睁一只眼闭一只眼。可是，还是有些人有足够的勇气与罪犯斗争。他们无惧罪犯的行动阻止了犯罪分子做邪恶的事情，拯救了受害者并保护了公共财产。

To reduce the crime rate, we all the people should receive a law education.

Criminals must be severely punished. Meanwhile we should set up a foundation to

reward those who fight criminals. It is also important to call on people to

learn from those heroes and encourage more people to stand up to crime.

为了降低犯罪率，我们所有人都应该接受法制教育。罪犯必须受到严惩。同时，我们应该建立一个基金来奖励勇于与犯罪分子斗争的人。号召人们向英雄学习并鼓励更多的人抵抗犯罪也是一件非常重要的事情。

Dear Bob，

Im writing to apologize for having forgotten to return the "the Beatles" CD to you when I left Canada，I was in such a hurry that I packed everything in my luggage without checking carefully。Had I paid more attention then，I wouldnt have made such a stupid mistake。

Now something must be done to solve the problem because I understand you cherish the CD enormously。I can either send it to you by express mail or alternatively pensate you at a reasonable price。If you do not mind，I may bring it back to you next time I go to Canada。

Please let me know which solution you prefer at your earliest convenience。I really hope you will accept my sincere apology。

Faithfully yours

Li ming

dear kate,

this term i moved to a new house and studied in a new school. but i always missed my friend. my old house was move comfortable than this new house. i wanted to go back to my old house.

everything was strange for me,so i couldnt study better. i felt nervous in the first test. and i got bad scores,i felt very sad. the teacher shouted at me. and then,i felt under too much pressure and very tired. my parents were also sad with me. when my classmates knew this thing,she helped me,and gave me some advice. later,i thought i can be better next time.

i hope to get on well with everyone and get a good mark soon.

yours,

li hua

My mom is about 45 years old.She has long hair and very big eyes. She is a

housewife. She always helps me with my homework before she cleans the house and

prepares dinner for my whole family. She is really a nice and kind mother.

My mom is always very reasonable. All she asks for is for me to complete my

schoolwork. If I get a good mark on my test,she will be very happy. If I dont

do well,she wont get angry. She will encourage me to do better next time.

I love my mom,so I give her a hug when I get home,and tell her she is the

best mom in the world.

Dear principal:

Hello! Is the body coming in well?

headmaster! Have you found any shortcomings in the school recently? At the

back of the school there is a trail to the outside of the school. Sometimes when

the last class is physical education, some people go back from there first; when

the school door is not open at noon, some students enter the school from there,

disturbing other students to take a nap.

headmaster! In the middle of the teaching building and the laboratory

building, there are two lawns. When spring and summer come, a lot of grass will

grow, making it impossible for people to play on it. headmaster! I suggest that

you turn those two lawns into lotus ponds with pavilions and paths. When the

students have finished a few classes, they are a little tired, so they can rest

on it; relax. In this way, you will have sufficient energy in class and listen

carefully.

Wish: Good health and smooth work!

Sincerely,

Your student:

尊敬的校长：

您好!进来的身体是否很好?

校长!最近您有没有发现学校不足的地方?在学校的后面有一条小道可同往学校外。在有时是最后一节课是体育课时，有人就从那儿先回去了;中午午睡时学校的大门还没有开，有些同学就从那儿进了学校，打扰别的同学午睡。

校长!在教学楼和实验楼的中间，有两块草坪。每当春夏季节来临时，就会长出许多的草，让人无法在上面嬉戏。校长!我建议您把那两块草坪修成荷花池，上面有亭子和小道。当同学们上完几节课时，有点累了，就可以在上面休息;放松一下心情。这样在上课就会有充分的精神，认真听讲。

祝：身体健康，工作顺利!

你的学生：

敬爱的吴老师：

您好!不久,我已经踏上六年级的阶梯.吴老师,您为我们付出了许多汗水.今天我在这里和您谈谈心里话.

您是一位关心学生的好老师.记得有一次,我班的一位同学由于身体不舒服,在课堂上有些头晕.当消息传到您的耳中时.您就叫那位学生扒在桌面上好好休息,给他一杯热水,还向他问寒问暖.

还有一次,您给我们讲课时,一会打哈欠,一会揉揉鼻子,我们都知道,我们都明白,是你的感冒使得你如此.我想：“吴老师,您怎么不在讲台上休息一会儿呢?”可是我知道,您是为了我们而在顽强地给我们讲课……

在将近期末考试的时候,老师比我们更为紧张,所以常常放学后多上一节课,给我们补课.有些学生埋怨老师不应该放学留下.但您不在乎听他们所讲的话.时时帮助不会的学生,教他们解决的方法,给他以容易的理解,让他能够明白.我们遇到不会的问题便向您请教,您也耐心地给予我们讲解.

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Today, my teacher gives us a task. She asks us to observe our mothers’

hands and then write something about how do we feel about it. When I get home, I

walk to my mother and then ask her to sit down. I watch her hands and then watch

mine. The difference is such obvious. My mother’s hands are so rough that she

does so much for the family. She is a great mother

Look at this photograph of my family. There are five people in it. The

tallest one is my father. He is forty-eight years old. My mother is standing

beside him. She is not as my father. She is three years younger than my father.

Sitting in front of them are my grandparents. My grandfather is that fat one

with a pair of glasses. My grandmother is as fat as he. This little one is me.

I’m sitting between them. All of us love one anther. I have a happy family.