给老师的一封信集锦5篇 写给某某的信英语【最新20篇】

Dear Blake,

Mrs. White will soon leave for the United States and we will held a

farewell party for her which takes place from 6:00 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. on Friday,

May 20, 2012 at the School Club. I am very pleased to invite you toparticipatein

the farewell party. Another two foreign teachers you know, Mr. Frazer and Miss

Gree are also invited. Please join us to say goodbye to Mrs. White. You are

hoped to arrive at 5:50 p.m. I look forward to see you on May 20.

Yours sincerely,

Yan Yang

dear teacher,

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 insuch 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

My dearest Mother，

The mother‘s day is ing and I would like to say "Happy mother‘s day" in

this letter。 I love you and thank you so much for everything you did for me。

This day， I will stay away and can‘t give you my appreciation at home。 I know I

will watch myself， so don‘t worry about me。 I am doing very well on my study。 My

schoolmates and teachers are all very nice。 Though I can‘t be at home， I hope

you have a wonderful mother‘s day。

Love，

Your son

I name is li ming yang .Im nine years old.Im grade 4 in no 1 classroom ,I m

thin and short.

I love isenglish and love is chinese,I love reading is english book,I likes

vegetable and apple.I love cat,No love dog.

This is me!

Everybody has an idol in their heart, who will set the good example for

them. In my eyes, a good idol should bring the positive side to the public, so I

don’t mind whether they look pretty. My idol is the real hero. He works so hard

and never gives up. His persistence helps him to make the great achievement. I

should learn from him.

Sally is a cute girl. She has a dog.

She has a long hair. She is going to take exercise next saturday. She has

lots of homework.She is going to do her homework next saturday. She like going

shopping.She is going to go shopping next saturday.She is going to surf the Net

next saturday.

Sunny

I have a bedroom .It is not big , but it is nice .There is a bed in my

bedroom . A yellow dog is on the bed .Every night,I sleep with it . Next to the

bed, there is a desk. A bear lamp is on the desk .I like the bear lamp. It?s

cute. I like to do homework under the lamp every evening. I have a new computer

in my bedroom .It is my best friend . Because I study at it, play at it . There

are also several beautiful pictures on the wall. I like my bedroom. Do you like

my bedroom?

I have a friend in the U.S. His name is Don Adams. I know him very well,

but I have never met him. We write to each other all the time. My letters are

very short. It is still hard for me to write in English. I received a letter

from Don yesterday. It makes me very happy. He is coming to my country for a

visit next summer. We are going to see each other for the first time.

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

Everybody knows what we should do when somebody is in trouble, from country

to country; many people helped some poor men. I am very happy to finally write

my diary, and now I will tell of a very funny story of a little girl who lived

among the camps.

Stacie wanted to live in a big hotel for the holidays, but her parents sent

her to a terrible camp instead. Stacie loved juice and chocolate milk for

breakfast, but she got water at the camp. In the afternoon Stacie wanted to

write poems, but she had to swim; there were spider webs hanging above the tents

in which Stacie slept, she hate it!

One day Stacie and her class were learning about water safety, and how

water was used for competing against fire. Finally when the teacher decided that

the children were good enough, she hired some boats and let the children ride on

it and have fun; Stacie had never planned to go on a boat. In the afternoon they

played a game; the children were divided into two groups, the red team and the

blue team; Stacie was on the blue team. The rule of the game is to shoot with

water guns to the other team’s player and find the other teams flag in the pole.

Next, the team player had to get the flag out of the pole and give it to the

teacher, and that team had won!

The teacher filled all of the children guns with water, and then they began

to play. A little boy said to Stacie, “Stacie,” he said, “You go to the left, I

will go right, and those two shall go front.” Stacie still didn’t want to play.

Stacie walked left; suddenly she saw one of the red team players. She hid behind

a tree and jumped out and shot the team player with her water gun, “This is

fun!” she cried delighted.

Soon afterwards she saw the red team flag. One of the red team players was

watching over it. Stacie shot him with her water gun, and got the flag out from

the pole. Finally she got the red flag out of the pole, she ran to her teacher

immediately shouting, “I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” the blue team had won against

the red team; Stacie was the hero of the day.

For the red of the holidays Stacie had fun, she even made new friends.

What does this story tell you? If you had not tried the fun then you will

never know the end. I love writing my diaries, and telling these stories to

you.

Dear Sir or Madam:

I’m writing to complain about a typewriter I bought seven months ago.

In February of 2001 I bought a Jones Typewriter, Portable Special Model, at

ABC Store, I had used it only a few days when the space bar broke.

I took it to a local shop, they told me it was factory defect and suggest I

take it back to ABC. ABC accepted the machine and sent the part in. I waited

three months, and since your company did not send a replacement, they let me

have the space bar from another typewriter. Now, six months later, it has broken

again. I took it back to ABC. They are no longer carrying your typewriter, but

they assured me that the guarantee is still good and suggested that I write you

for further instructions as to what steps to take.

I will appreciate anything you can do to help us on this matter.

Respectfully,

James Bergen

There was once a little boy, who was my grandpa; lived in a little cottage

near the king’s palace. He was a jolly fellow in his life.

One day, he went down to the brook to pick some flowers. Close to the brook

was a little log, on it was a tinker. Beside him was a tool box, and in it were

some tools. “He must be the one that fixed the pluming machine in my backyard!”

my grandpa gasped as he said that. The tinker was having his lunch: One or two

pieces of bread, a bit of cold meat, and a cold potato. It looked such poor

lunch; that grandpa ran into the house, and grabbed two fresh apples, and gave

it to the tinker. The tinker thanked grandpa and ate the apples. And then he

went down to the brook to have a drink. When he came back, he said, “Now my boy,

we shall plant a tree!” “A tree?” asked grandpa, “But I thought only god makes

trees!’’ “True,” said the tinker, “Only god makes trees. But sometimes we could

help him. And the tinker pulled out a stick, and dug a hole in it. In which he

found a bark. He took the bark out of the stick, and gave the stick to grandpa,

saying, “Here my boy; wash it in the brook.” And so grandpa went to the brook,

and washed up the stick. And then he went back where the tinker was standing

with the bark in his hands.

There he found the tinker, dragging some grass from the ground. And then he

took the stick in grandpa’s hand, and used the grass to tie up around with the

bark. Then he slipped the bark back in the stick. And then he took it out,

squeezed the water out, and told grandpa to wash it up again. When he came back,

he put the bark back in it again. And then fitted it into a hole, which he had

dug; and used the end that didn’t have a hole, and fitted it in the ground; a

few months passed, and the tree grew as strong as the strongest man.

She plays basketball. She plays basketball almost every day. There is a

basketball court in the park. The park is near her house. She goes to the park

after school. She plays with the boys. She is a good player. She makes a lot of

shots. She scores a lot of points.

★英语话题作文10篇★

★英语书信格式及范文★

★对顾客的英语道歉信★

★给同学写一封信英文★

导语：高三生活已经结束，同学多年，友情、爱情弥足珍贵，请你给你最喜欢的同学或者老师写一封信下面是yuwenmi小编为大家整理的优秀英语作文，欢迎阅读与借鉴，谢谢!

假如你是李华，高三生活已经结束，同学多年，友情、爱情弥足珍贵，请你给你最喜欢的同学或者老师写一封信，要点如下：

1)写信目的;

2)你们之间难忘的事情;

3)再次表示感谢与表达良好的祝愿。

注意：

1) 词数100左右。

2) 可以适当增加细节, 以使行文连贯。

范文1：

Dear Ms Zhang,

I’m writing to express my sincere gratitude to you. You are the very person who gave me a hand when necessary.

One month ago, with the College Entrance Examination around the corner, I was nervous and in low spirits, being afraid of letting my parents down because of my average academic performance. When I was at a loss and on the point of giving up, as my headteacher, you asked me to go to your office. Instead of blaming me, you comforted me and discussed with me the reasons for my failing in the exam. More unforgettably, you managed to help me with my study and always inspired me from time to time. Gradually, I learned how to adjust to myself and stayed calm in the College Entrance Examination.

Ms Zhang, I’m more than grateful for what you have done for me, from which I’ve got to know it is never too late to get back when there is still hope. Wish you happiness and good health.

Sincerely yours,

Li Hua

【参考译文】

亲爱的张女士，

我写这封信是想表达我对你真挚的谢意。你是那个在必要时给我帮助的人。

一个月前，高考即将来临，我紧张不安，情绪低落，害怕因为我的平均学习成绩而让父母失望。当我在一个损失和放弃的点，作为我的班主任，你让我去你的办公室。你没有责备我，而是安慰我，和我讨论我考试失败的原因。更令人难忘的，你能帮助我学习，时刻激励着我的时间。渐渐地，我学会了如何适应自己，在高考中保持冷静。

张女士，我非常感谢你们为我所做的一切，从中我知道，当有希望的时候，回来永远不会太迟。祝你幸福健康。

敬上，

李华

My father is a classic Chinese father. He doesn‘t talk much， but I know he

loves me so much. One time， I don’t feel liking eating anything because of the

hot weather， my father goes out of the house and carry a lot of my favorite

snacks. I feel so moved. His love is so strong， I love my father.

I always imagine how nice if I can fly, I am so free, I can fly to the

place I want to go to. If I have the wing, I will fly to my hometown and see its

beautiful scenery, the trees must be so green and the water must be so clean. I

also want to fly to the Great Wall, I have heard about it long time ago, I want

to appreciate its beauty.

There was once a boy that liked making things and reading books.

One day he was reading about a book, which tells a little girl called

Cindy; met with a dangerous adventure through the woods. But in it were many

challenges which allowed her to be famous. Mike wanted to be just like the

little girl in the story, but could he do this on his own?

Mike decided to try it, for he read a book about many stories; among them

was a tale that tells if you don’t try it then you will never learn to walk. And

so Mike grabbed his bag and went out his home which just happened to be in the

woods. As he wondered about in the woods, he could not tell which way to go, for

there were too many trees that are all alike. Since he didn’t have a map, he

just turned in circles. At last he found a little passage way which led to a

little bridge.

Mike did not know what was on the other side of the bridge, without even

thinking he began walking. As he crossed the bridge, he found three walls. And

over the other said was a dark cave. Mike did not look at the walls, he began to

walk. But as he approached the first wall, he found one side of it green and the

other yellow. “There must be a trap between these pairs!” he thought. And so he

took a step backward, to his surprise he found a little sign, on the sign were

these word: If you want to go inside the cave, then you must pass these tests.

The first test is that you must be able to find out a wall that will lead you to

a garden. In that garden you must find a four leaved clover and a rose. Mike

started to think about this problem.

He thought of the words which his mother had told him before she died.

“Remember son, green means garden; red means danger, orange means lucky; and

yellow means death.” Mike thought, ‘Green means garden, yellow means death! I’ve

got it! I must go through the green wall!” and so without even saying a word, he

entered the green wall, and there he found a lovely garden, “I knew it! I did

it! Now to find a four leaved clover and a rose.” Mike then began to look for

those things.

At last he found a four leaved clover behind a bush, and a rose near the

fountain. Mike then went through the green wall again, and soon was back where

the two walls were. He then crossed the two walls slowly, “I don’t see why I

would have to get these ingredients? What are they for?” he thought. Suddenly he

came to the second pair of walls. This time, he found a little hole, he thought

to himself, “What should I put inside it? I don’t have anything?” Suddenly, he

found out that he had a four leaved clover and a rose. He put them inside the

hole and then he could walk pass it. “Looks like the four leaved clover and the

rose are helpful to me.”

The last test came to Mike; it was a math problem;

“1+2+3+4+5+6+7…+98+99+100.” “This is easy!” cried Mike. He wrote the answer

“5050.” At last the gate opened and Mike walked inside. He found many materials

and used them to invent things.

Did you know that one day, Mike went out and was hurt by a sharp plant.

During that discovery Mike went to his workshop, and began inventing something.

That time it was 1865, and Mike invented the knife. After that, he invented many

things, and was known as the great inventor Mike.

I like to collect pencil case when I am in grade two, because I am so crazy

about the lovely cartoon pictures. When I watch a hot cartoon movie, then I will

start to search my favorite cartoon characters in the products. Pencil case is

around me all the time. When I see the pictures, I will be full of energy.

On June 1st day， all children are very happy. On that day， we don‘t go to

school. Most of the children will go to the park. In the park， some children are

flying kites， some are playing football， and some are playing a game. In the

sky， there are a lot of kites. But there is only once a year we will have this

happy festival. I think Children‘s Day is the most important holiday for the

children. Because everybody has fun on that day!

Dear Miss Liang,

I am writing to thank you for your hard work for me. With your help, I make great progress in my study. A year ago, my study was bad and I didn’t want to learn, but you never give me up. You told me that I was clever. As long as I work hard, I would be great. In this year, you cared much about my study and helped me a lot. When I made mistakes, you always pointed them out and helped me to correct. Now, my study is much better than before, and I want to express my gratitude to you. Hope you everything goes well.

Sincerely yours,

Lily

My friends and I have planned to do something interesting. We write down

our future wishes and put them in a bottle. Then we exchange the bottles, making

it as our secrets. We make a deal to take it out five years later and see if we

have realize our dreams. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, but we are so

looking forward to the moment when we open the bottles.