关于除夕的英文作文推荐20篇

Last winter holiday, I went to shanghai with my mother.

It＇s very cold in winter. There is snow and ice everywhere and you are always in a white world. You must wear warm clothes. The most exciting thing is playing with snow. Skating is also very interesting there.

I will＇ always remember shanghai, for the snow, the ice and all the beautiful things. I love shanghai.

With the general standard of living improving and the working week becoming shorter， more and more people are able to make a holiday trip to places of interest. While many like to join package tours fro convenience， I prefer to travel on my own.

I like travelling on may own not only because it costs much less but because it gives a great degree of independence and freedom. Travelling on my own， I’m my own boss； and can decide when to start on my way， where to linger a little longer and which spot can be skipped over to save energy or time for another spot. I can always adjust my plan. On the contrary， in a package tour you‘re deprived of as much freedom as in a military base. At the sound of the whistle， you have to jump up from a sound sleep and， with heavy-lidded eyes， hurry to the gathering place where you are collected and counted to board a coach. At the sight of the little flag waving， you must immediately take yourself away from the scenes you are marveling at and follow the guide whose sole interest is to cover all spots according to him strict schedule， regardless of the weather or your health condition.

True，you may encounter inconveniences if you travel inpidually，for instance， getting accommodations for the night and finding a place for meals. But nothing can be compared with the freedom which is vital to a person who takes a holiday trip mainly to escape from constraints of his routine life.

去年寒假，我和妈妈去了上海。

冬天很冷的。世界上到处都是雪和冰，你总是在一个白色的世界里。你必须穿暖和的衣服。最令人兴奋的事情是玩雪。滑冰也很有趣。

我将永远记住上海，因为雪，冰和所有美好的事物。我爱上海

随着人们生活水平的提高和工作时间的缩短，越来越多的人能够去旅游景点度假旅行。而许多想参加旅行团摇来摇去方便，我喜欢在我自己的旅行。我喜欢旅行，可以自己不仅因为它的价格要便宜得多，因为它给了很大程度的独立和自由。我独自去旅游，我是自己的老板；可以决定什么时候出发上路，在那里逗留久一点，哪一点可以跳过了一个景点节省精力和时间。我可以随时调整我的计划。相反，在包价旅游你剥夺尽可能自由的一个军事基地。在口哨的声音，你要跳起来从睡，沉重的眼皮，赶去聚会的地方，你正在收集和统计上的教练。在小国旗飘扬的景象，你必须立即把自己远离你希奇的场景和跟踪指导的唯一的兴趣是根据他走过所有风景点严格的时间表，无论天气或你的健康状况。真的，你可能会遇到麻烦如果你单独旅行，比如，得到住宿过夜，找地方吃饭。但没有什么可以是一个人度假旅行主要是为了逃避他的日常生活的约束自由比较重要。

It is indeed difficult to live without a mobile phone as it helps us in day

to day activities. I cannot live without a mobile phone. Todays generation uses

mobile phones for chatting, surfing and playing games. They dont use the mobile

phone for the real purpose. I admit that living wothout a mobile phone is

extremely difficult but I can live without addicting apps like Facebook, Twitter

etc. The iPhone is a gadget that is encouraging to use social apps and addicting

games. These gadgets though facilitate our work but are making us their slaves.

For example, if a persons iPhone is not working properly, he will be filled

with anger. As new technology is creating new gadgets, so are people raising new

demands. They also hamper academics. Buy a mobile phone but use it for something

productive.

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。

Dear Father Christmas,

So my friend has asked me to write to you... I have to confess its been

hard to know what to say. Mainly because like most adults I feel preposterous

asking anything of you because our time with you is surely done. Now we get our

own presents, control our own fates, take responsibility for our own actions,

and live in the world we have created... so its not for us to turn around and

plead for your help with the environment, the migrant crisis, the NHS,

education, food banks, human rights, fundamentalism and wars. Though God knows

we need all the help we can get with all these man-made problems and more.

And its not that you arent compassionate and full of joy. Youre great.

In spite of you being changed into different colours for corporations and being

bastardised to represent materialism gone mad - despite probably originating in

some season based pagan druid ritual a million thought miles from requests for

spontaneously combusting hoverboards... Kidadults cynically pointing this out

after having their moment of belief in you are wasting everyones precious time.

Because you are not for them. You are for the children. Children who need some

magic in a world where the borders between innocence and responsibility, playful

imagination and cold, adult obstacles are continually shrinking.

This is what Id like to ask you to help with. A little more time for

children to be children. Stretch the moment of magic and playfulness. Distract

them from the realities of a world gone mad so that they can laugh with their

breath rather than sob with their tears. Especially those caring for family

members, or suffering illness, hunger or poverty. Especially those hiding in

buildings as bombs rain down, or being handed shaking with fear or cold into a

boat to escape environmental disaster or war. Please help to light up their

worlds with a moment of joy and hope.

When I think about it youve got it tough this year... And when I really

think about it Im not sure that asking you for a lightsaber and getting one

(not that I ever did by the way) is equatable with controlling the space time

continuum and making the good of childhood last a little longer.

But you do inspire wonder and awe amongst those that write you letters and

go to sleep hoping there might be a new object in their possession come dawn.

You inspire good behaviour and, at least in my memory, some desperate last

minute attempts to redeem bad behaviour so as not to be overlooked. Spare a

thought too for those millions who want to write to you but through illiteracy

cant. Hear their words and help to give them the time and chance to learn how

to read and write so they can better their lives and escape their impoverished

beginnings.

I feel a little sorry for you. And I guess Ive done exactly what I said I

wouldnt... Asked you to help with adult problems and solve some of the greatest

worries we have for our children. I promise to leave some extra port and mince

pies for you!

Lots of love

Benedict

亲爱的圣诞老人：

我的朋友叫我写信给你……我真的不知道该对你说什么。主要因为跟大部分成年人一样，我觉得跟你要东西似乎很荒谬，因为我们和你已经没有交集了。如今我们自己给自己买礼物，掌控自己的命运，为自己的行为负责，并且生活在我们自己创造的世界里……所以我们没有理由找你帮忙解决这些问题，比如环境问题、移民危机、NHS医保系统、教育、食物银行、人权、原教旨主义和战争。尽管上帝知道，我们需要各种援助去解决这些人为的危机和麻烦。

我并不是说你没有同情心或不乐观。你很伟大。尽管你被各种大公司篡改的面貌全非;被妖魔化以代表那疯狂的拜金主义——简直像异教徒的仪式那样，每到这个季节就要用礼物填满欲望，比如那种可能会自燃的悬滑板。那些童心未泯的成年人竟然生气地认为你是在浪费每个人的宝贵时间，却忘了他们自己也曾相信你。因为你不属于成年人，而是属于孩子们的。孩子们需要一些魔力，因为这个世界上，天真与责任、欢乐的想象力与冷漠以及成人障碍之间的界限正在不断的缩小。

这才是我想求你援助的。让孩子们的童年更长久些吧。延长那充满魔力与乐趣的时刻。让孩童们忽略这疯狂又现实的世界，让他们拥有欢笑而非流泪。尤其是那些过早需要承担家庭责任或身患疾病的孩子们，又或者是那些遭受饥饿与贫穷的孩子们。尤其是那些躲在位于枪林弹雨的建筑中、或者是那些怀着恐惧与寒冷不断颤抖、被塞进船里以逃离灾难和战争的孩子们。请你用希望和欢乐照亮他们的世界。

当我想到今年你处境艰难时……当我仔细思考，我不确定这样是否合理：即找你要一把光剑(虽然我并不曾得到过)来控制时空介质，从而使得美好的童年时光再久一点。

但对于那些给你写信、期待着你会在天明前送给他们礼物而入睡的孩子们，你带给他们好奇和敬畏。你激发了善行，至少在我的记忆中，一些孩子在最后一刻试图弥补过错，以避免因此受罚。还希望你体谅一下数百万想跟你写信却不会写字的人。请你倾听他们的声音，给他们时间和机会去学习读书和写字，这样他们就可以过上更好的生活，逃离贫困的处境。

我对你感到一丝歉意。我好像做了我明明说自己不会做的事……我希望你能帮忙解决成年人造成的麻烦，缓解我们对孩子的某些担忧。我保证，我会给你留超多肉馅饼的!!

满满的爱

本尼迪克特

除夕值班，为燃放烟花爆竹值勤。

过年挪下除夕咋行，回头补写，叫倒叙，就是回忆的意思。

“葫萝卜，xx甜，看到、看到、要过年，娃儿要吃葫萝卜，大人没得钱……”

这首童谣节奏轻快，意思却酸酸的。

每当唱起这首儿歌的时候，妈妈的笑容有些怯情，总是从坛子里戳两筒米——“去、去爆米花去。”

嘣！飘香溢热的烟雾弥漫在冬天街巷的风里、弥漫在孩子们的眼神里、弥漫在那个清贫又容易满足的日子里。

刚爆出的米花像雪花一样莹白，不是冷的，烫手，放进嘴里，嘿，化了，——土地和阳光的滋味化到肚子里、化到幸福甜蜜的心坎里。

过除夕的规矩挺多，有些和娃儿无关，我不告诉你，让你各人去回忆。

我过除夕心里是恐惧的，从推汤圆那天心里就忐忑不安了，是因为妈妈告诉我：“把你的那些野性子收起来，警防遭封印、警防嘴巴遭缝倒起。”

封印就是用篾爿打你的屁股和手板心，要打起红红的蓝蓝的印子——猪儿子印、猪屁股上的印戳子，有红的、也有蓝的。

心里嘀咕：“打手心和屁股有啥好怕的，又不是没挨过；嘴巴缝倒起，嗯，不敢想，人活起的意思全在嘴巴上啊。”

妈妈看我的样子，补上一句：“过年遭了封印，新的一年天天都要挨打。”

哇！

现在回忆起来，挨过不少打，过年的日子里一次也未挨过；缝嘴巴，妈妈只是拿针在我眼前晃来晃去，“下手啥，咋不下手呢？”心里嚷嚷，说不出来，万一下手，咋办？

穷人盼过年，富人天天过年。

妈妈中午还说：“唉，总是肉来肉去的。”过去的日子哪能和现在比，盼过年，盼的是有肉吃。

家家都会把肉票存起，等到年前去割肉，一割就是十几斤，用来码盐肉熏腊肉灌香肠。忙这些事是欢喜的，额头会浸出细细的汗粒，肉要一块一块的，选通风的地方挂起来，让风慢慢吹干。

盼着除夕，盼着除夕的年饭，盼着肉吃进嘴里，我会做梦，梦见嘴里流出哈喇子。

妈妈说我们的肉要从除夕吃到十五，在年里我们天天吃肉，吃得人见到肉就发腻。怎会呢？妈妈撒谎也不脸红。

煮年饭从除夕的早上就开始了，用水桶一样的大锑锅，把盐肉腊肉香肠煮进锅里，要煮熟了，放进葫萝卜、白萝卜、青菜头、什什（青菜梗）满满的一大锅，热气腾腾，——肉香、菜香、年香弥满房间，弥满村子的天空。

吃年饭的时候，把汤凳在微火上煨起，随便吃好久汤都是滚烫的，每个人的脸庞红润光泽，脚丫子上的冻疮痒痒的，血液在周身欢快地奔跑。爸爸惬意地喝酒，我们会端起碗来以汤代酒和他碰杯，他说：“不行、不行，今天过年都要喝点。”先从妈妈开始，他用筷子头蘸一滴酒让妈妈抿，妈妈一抿，手直在嘴前晃扇，我也抿点，哇，酒是冲的，冲得想流泪。爸爸“哈！哈！哈！”大笑，他的笑声粗隆而浑厚，眼里闪烁猩红的光芒，像炉膛里暗燃的炭火，深沉炽烈。爸爸对我说：“开了年的夏天送我去上学，我们不上家门口的板板校（民办校），上十二小，那儿教室亮堂、操场宽畅、校园像座花园，是读书的好地方。”我望着爸爸硕健而韧强的脸膛，他的眼里蒙着一层雾光，钻出来的不是火苗，是一株青草，开着两朵戒指一样美丽的小花。

童年没有幸福的概念，只有称心和满意。什么是幸福呢？看见好吃的东西忘记了饥饿。

年饭吃到了深夜，妈妈看我打盹了，“梦虫虫去睡吧。”只是擦擦脸揩揩手，我就爬上床进入梦乡了。这可不是不讲卫生哈，除夕有民俗——水不能往外拨，地也不能扫，垃圾不许往外倒，否则要蚀财，会败家的。等到破五了，财神迎进家来了，才能做这些事情。

民俗蕴涵着民族文化的背景，那个时代的人民没有因为尊从民俗而富裕起来：然而民俗给了他们美好的梦想，梦想的美好比现实的美好更有意义，正因为人民有了美好的梦想，那段清贫悲苦的生活历史才成为了我们民族继往开来的基石。

我们还会像我的童年一样看见了好吃的东西就忘记了曾经的饥饿吗？

忘记除夕的回忆？

在静谧的早晨，年的滋味的梦乡里，听见爸爸兴高彩烈的呼唤，“起来啦，起来拜年，吃汤圆喽。”

崭新的压岁钱——爸爸一角、妈妈又一角，别小瞧了两角钱——盐添一分可称三斤、饭在饭店里可吃“冒儿头“十碗。兜里装着花生砂胡豆，上街玩去喽。砂胡豆是用淘洗干净了的细砂晾干部后，在铁锅里炒热，放进浸泡过香料的老胡豆慢慢翻炒，吃起来又脆又酥，只是缝隙里偶尔有残留的砂粒，嚼到了会砂叽叽的，妈妈说不卫生，她改用食盐来炒，一样的可以把胡豆炒得又脆又酥，缝隙里的盐粒嚼到嘴里津津有味，而且不会浪费，生盐变成熟盐，可以直接食用。

新年的街上很热闹，人头攒动，卖花炮的伙计不停吆喝，买回几粒小鞭炮，我不敢拿在手里点燃，爸爸敢，他用烟头点燃引线，往天空抛去，鞭炮在高高的天上“啪！”炸响，飞舞红色的的花雨，散发出一缕硝磺的香味。爸爸说：“最好是放在胆小的人背后燃放，我们吓他一跳。”我想谁胆小呢？比如妈妈。

我悄悄地放了一粒鞭炮在妈妈的背后，爸爸交给我烟头，咝咝的“啪！”

“哇！”妈妈像鞭炮一样跳了起来。

爸爸“哈！哈！哈！”大笑，我跑得老远，回头见妈妈笑着来追我。

一家人在笑声里追赶，赶往春天的幸福。

除夕的夜晚，夜空中，“嘭嘭”天空出现了几朵花儿；“嗖嗖”那边的烟花也飞向了夜空，烟花不断在争相开放。

我急忙跑出门外看烟花，有的像一道道激光，直冲云霄，绽放出一朵朵红黄相间的花朵；有的像一道道火焰射向夜空，“噼”只听一声刺耳的声音，天上像铺满了繁星点点的星星，照耀着大地；这里刚刚放完，那边冒出了烟花，像星光大道通往世界的另一边。烟花有的黄澄澄，有的紫莹莹，有的金灿灿，还有的红彤彤。真是绚丽多彩，五颜六色啊！

我正在陶醉之时，一个小朋友扔了个小烟花在我身旁，“嘭”弹到我的脸上，脸上留下了一朵小花，给我留下了疼痛。

除夕的夜晚真令我难忘！

盼望着，盼望着，2021年的春节终于来临了。今天是大年三十，也叫除夕。

一大早，我和爸爸、妈妈高高兴兴地在家门口旁边墙上贴了一副对联：“寒雪梅中尽，春风柳上归”，这还是我学书法时自己写的呢!接着，我们在门上贴了一个大大的“福”。然后把家里打扫得干干净净。我帮妈妈扫地、擦桌子、洗拖把…

… 一家人热火朝天地忙碌着。

下午，我和妈妈开车到爷爷家，把爷爷、奶奶也接过来一起过年。妈妈说：年三十晚上，都是要全家团圆，只有孝敬老人，和老人在一起，才会幸福。回到家，爸爸在准备着年夜大餐，我和爷爷奶奶，还有姥姥坐在一起，吃水果，聊着这一年学校里难忘的事。看到爷爷奶奶姥姥开心的样子，我也由衷的高兴。

年夜饭做好了，香味扑鼻而来，看着爸爸摆满了一桌子的美味佳肴，丰盛极了。有蒸鱼，有香肠，有大对虾，还有葱爆豆腐、炒藕片、炸年糕… …

最后还有姥姥的鲅鱼水饺。大家围坐在一起，品尝着、谈笑着，赞不绝口。

大约十点钟，外面连绵不断的鞭炮声声把我吸引住，我建议爸爸也下楼放鞭炮去。哇，爸爸准备了很多种鞭炮：有轰天雷，大礼花、一串红，飞碟… …

只见大礼花箭一般冲到天空，炸开后五颜六色、形态不一：有的像彩色的蜘蛛网，有的像翩翩起舞的蝴蝶，有的像绽开的花朵，有的像银龙舞动，还有的似凤凰展翅。而轰天雷震耳欲聋，刺花冒着耀眼的火花，一闪一闪的，似金花闪烁。我兴奋地跳着，手握着刺花旋转着，不停地喊着：太美了，太漂亮啦!

回到屋里，我们继续欣赏春节晚会。临近夜里12点钟，在主持人齐喊：“12、11、10… … 3、2、1”,2021

年的钟声终于敲响了。随着电视里的欢呼声，我激动不已，我也和大人们一起“守岁”啦!

这个年过得太高兴了，充实而有意义。我多么希望每天都能过年啊!

Dear Santa claus:

Hello

My name is Yifan, Christmas is coming, I wish you a merry christmas! I

would like to get a gift like the "viaduct" this year! My mom and dad told me

that you would meet my requirements, right? I promise: I will take good care of

you gave me the gift, and after the play, I will own the good to clean up their

own toys, no need to help me. So, you will continue to give me a gift next year,

right?

OK, just write it, Im looking forward to the coming of Christmas. I wish

you a happy day!

This

Salute!

Love you all

亲爱的圣诞老人：

您好!

我叫一凡，圣诞节就要来了，我先祝您圣诞快乐!今年的圣诞节我多想得到一件像“高架桥”的礼物啊!我的爸爸妈妈告诉我说您会满足我的要求的，对吧?我保证：我会好好的爱护您送给我的礼物，而且玩过之后，我会自己收拾好自己的玩具，不用爷爷帮我的。这样，您明年会继续送我礼物的，对吧?

好吧，就写到这力了，我盼望着圣诞节早点到来，再次祝您快乐每一天!

此致

敬礼!

爱您的一凡

During last summer vacation I paid a visit to my uncle’s. It was the first time I had seen the sea. Tow years ago my uncle a closed friend of my father transferred from Shanxi to Yantai a beautiful port city; and then my aunt joined him a couple months later. And a year later I became their guest and was going to stay with them for a week. I was fascinated by the vastness of the sea the clean and soft sand on the beach the seagulls flying in the sky and the beauty of the golden sunset clouds over the dark blue water. But I missed the sunrise each day for I couldn’t get up early enough.

On the fifth day the alarm clock woke me up when it was still dark outside I hurried to the beach and stood in the cool breeze there the sky was turning grey little by little the sea was calm and all was so quiet that I felt I was surrounded by mysteries then suddenly in the faraway horizon golden beans of light were shooting up into the sky. A moment later a corner of the sun appeared. The sun was rising very slowly and reluctantly as if it was unwilling to leave the sea. At last the entire sun lay on the horizon so big and so red it looked like a huge ripe orange or a tender half-boiled yolk. It hesitated and shivered a moment then said goodbye to the sea and rose into the air. The scene was very beautiful touching and magnificent which I’ll never forget.

一年结束了，在除夕夜是团圆夜，家家户户都张灯结彩的，庆祝一年平安结束，新的一年好的开始。

在除夕这天，家家都忙着贴春联，我们家也不例外，而且每年家里的对联还是由爸爸来贴的。其实这贴对联的学问也蛮大的，你去年时只要一看这对联你就会知道这一家人在新的一年里的希望和打

算，也会知道在过去一年里这家人家里发生了什么喜事，你看这对联神不神呀。

在这一天最高兴的还是小朋友们，他们早早地就叫着让大人接年了，因为接完年之后就可以放烟花了。放烟花时，几个小孩子在旁边叫着，跳着，那高兴劲儿就甭提了，就连大人也都被他们感染了

跟着叫起来。放完烟花我们一家人围在桌前吃团圆饭，那就是吃饺子了。

奶奶从下午四点钟就开始包饺子了，她一边擀皮儿，一边包，不一会儿就包出了好多饺子，到了六点钟，奶奶让我妈妈过去下饺子，一家吃着奶奶包的饺子，吃得非常开心。

过大年啰！今天是大年三十，也是除夕节，我们全家和亲戚们一同会老家，除了和奶奶唠唠家常，最主要是帮奶奶贴春联。

奶奶家共有11个门，由于门太多，奶奶老了，经不住贴春联上上下下爬高，所以我们都来帮奶奶贴春联。我们决定采用效率高，又简单的“分工合作法”来贴；我们分为：爸爸负责把需要贴春联的墙壁打扫干净；妈妈和二娘 把写好的春联剪裁一下；我和璐璐负责把裁好的春联送给贴春联的大伯和二伯，再把地上被爸爸撕下来的旧春联扫干净；由大哥和二哥往墙上刷浆糊；二奶奶呢！她老人家也就乐呵呵的给我们大家煮羊肉汤了。

分工完毕，大家立刻忙碌起来，刷浆糊的刷浆糊，贴春联的贴春联，一幅生机勃勃的景象，热闹非凡。只见刷浆糊的二哥个子高，是一位一米八的帅小伙，一抬手就 可以刷了，轻松的很，而大哥就不一样了，有的时候还得踩板凳，但也忙得不亦乐乎，高兴着呢；我和璐璐更是连蹦带跳的，送春联比妈妈和二娘裁得还快，像两头活泼的小鹿被放回森林，异常兴奋，虽然两手都被春联染成了红色，但丝毫不影响我们的情绪；老爸的活可是个苦差使，由于爷爷去世得早，家中只有奶奶一个人住，所以楼上楼下都落满了灰尘，爸爸一扫，灰尘就纷扬起来，害得爸爸又是打喷嚏又是咳嗽，唉！是个好汉就得挑重活呀！

终于，经过我们得不懈努力，春联全都贴好了，被贴上春联得奶奶家如同穿上了新衣服，立刻多了一份过年的气氛，再加上奶奶家院子里的菜地上还有一层薄薄 的积雪，过年的气氛就更浓了。全家人喝着暖暖的羊肉汤，看着自己贴的春联，心中有说不出的喜悦。

是什么力量让我们只用了不到20分钟就贴完了这么多个门的春联呢？答案就是团结的力量。如果其中两三个人不干，也许不会影响大局 ；如果一半以上的人不配合，结果就可想而知了。生活中许多事情都需要我们大家团结协作，才能高效率、高质量地完成。

Yesterday was Sunday ,the weather was sunny.And my friends asked me to go to the park with them.We went to the park by bike,and brought some foods and fruits with us .

The park was very quiet ,and we saw many old persons sang songs or dance in it.We looked for a long time .Then we went to see the beautiful flowers and also took some photoes .

At last ,we sat down on the glasses and had a picnic.

We all had a good time yesterday.

快要过年了，学校放假了，爸爸妈妈也都放假了，我们一家三口从南京出发，一路开车回到了富阳老家。我的老家在浙江省杭州市富阳区东洲街道，那里有我的爷爷、奶奶，小爸爸、小妈妈，和何杭俊弟弟。腊月三十是除夕，是今年的最后一天，爷爷奶奶准备了丰盛的晚餐，我们全家人聚在一起开开心心吃年夜饭。在饭桌上，大家边吃边聊，欢声笑语，互相敬酒干杯，互相祝福新年快乐，我和弟弟也用饮料和大人们干杯。我的祝福是：祝爸爸越来越帅、妈妈越来越美，祝爷爷奶奶身体健康、平平安安、永远幸福！

吃年夜饭最开心的不仅仅是丰盛的美食，当然还有长辈们给的压岁钱。我和杭俊弟弟都收到了爷爷奶奶、爸爸妈妈、小爸爸小妈妈的红包，红包有各种各样的，有福字的，画金猪的、写祝福语的，看着厚厚的大红包，我可开心了，想到这么多钱可以买好多好多书呢，哈哈！随着夜幕的降临，外面的鞭炮声此起彼伏，好不热闹！我和弟弟跑到院子里，昂首观望天空中不断绽放的烟花，红的、绿的、黄的、白的，还有其他颜色都交织在一起，它们像花朵开放、瀑布流水，像繁星闪闪、流星飞逝，一会儿远、一会儿近，一会儿高、一会儿低，变幻多端，把黑黑的天空打扮得五彩缤纷、绚丽夺目，除夕夜的天空是那么的活泼可爱，充满欢乐！

Yruesday January lst Sunny

Its New Years Day today. This morning when I got up, I heardsomebody

singing a love song. It was mum! Ifelt very strange because Iknew mum didnt

enjoy popular songs. And I didnt think it was suitable formy middle-aged mother

to sing any love songs. Whats more, dad wasfollowing what mum was singing.

"What had happened to them?" Then Inoticed a box with a small card on the table.

I got close to it carefully andunderstood then. As a matter of fact, it was

their 15th marriage anniversarytoday. Thats why they were so happy. When seeing

their happiness, I alsofelt happy.

Dear Sir,

I am highly disappointed in the proposed 2004-05 budget cuts to educa1ion.

Taking away basic aid status and slashing our school budgets is a recipe for

educational disaster in our school. The future lies with our children. They must

have access to high quality educa1ion.

My husband and I have worked hard to be able to live in a school district

that provides high quality education for our children. Cutting funding in

districts like ours will have a negative impact on property values.

The school that my daughter attends is hardly wha1 I would describe as a

"rich" school. Parents are asked to pay for books for all the classes, science

supplies and for their students to participate in the performing arts among

other items. If our school is to remain a world leader in technological

development, cutting our school funds is the worst possible choice to make.

Education funds should not be diverted away from education.

Yours faithfully,

Tom Williams

Do you mind being called a bad student? Of course not. So far as I know,

everybody intends to be (become) a model student.

However, to be a model student is by no means an easy thing. First, he must

do his best to obtain knowledge. A man without sufficient knowledge will not

succeed. Secondly, he must remember to improve his health. Only a strong man can

do great tasks. Thirdly, he should receive moral education. If his conduct is

not good, no one will consider making friends with him.

今天是年三十，一大早，爸爸便出门去买鞭炮，姑姑和妈妈还有婶婶围在桌子上和面包水饺，叔叔搀扶着爷爷奶奶去门口贴对联和福字，我和弟弟妹妹则共同许下新一年的美好愿望，大家热热闹闹开开心心。

午后，爷爷奶奶睡下了，姑姑和叔叔婶婶督促着弟弟写作业，我和爸爸妈妈回到自己的家里歇息一会，世界似乎又回到了一片寂静，大约下午四点半多，我和妈妈爸爸继而又回到奶奶家，大家又开始包水饺的包水饺，玩的玩。

我和弟弟看着大厨上的鞭炮发呆，看着锅里的水饺发呆，看着电视上的人物发呆，时间就这样一分一秒的过去，直到姑姑说了一声“晶晶奇奇来端水饺”我和弟弟应声过去，“哇，有我喜欢的胡萝卜馅呀，还有白菜馅啊”弟弟流着口水说道。我说“吃吧吃吧，我们一起吃，但是记住，要留下一点，初一时吃，寓意是年年有余”弟弟点点头，创下了历史新高，吃了三盘子，我们都为此觉得高兴。

不一会，爸爸拿出了大鞭炮“孩子们快捂上耳朵”我和弟弟跑到楼洞里呆着，爸爸点着了鞭炮，也跑到了一旁“噼里啪啦，噼里啪啦”鞭炮的声音巨大，但我们脸上也洋溢着笑容，不一会，叔叔拿出另一种鞭炮“孩子们，这个鞭炮更好玩，但这是最后一个了，你们快玩吧”我拿来一看，一共有是十个外面都是小女孩，奥特曼的，引线在下面，我们点着，她亮着光在地上旋转，非常好玩。

玩完后，我们就回到家里看春晚，春晚的歌非常好听，春晚的小品非常搞笑，春晚的舞蹈非常美丽，春晚的相声非常有趣，“叮铃铃，叮铃铃“家里的钟表响起了十二下，一看电视，已经结束了春晚，走出门，看看四周，全都是礼花和鞭炮的声响，金光闪闪恍若白昼一般美丽。爸妈唤我们回家睡觉了，我们躺在床上透过窗户，细细的观赏着美丽的礼花。

In the traditional view, a woman needs to sacrifice a lot when she marries.

For example, she has to quit the job and give birth to a baby, which makes her

look older and not that beautiful anymore. But in the modern society, the new

moms change peoples idea. A lot of mothers look still young and beautiful. They

have done some work to keep the body shape and take regular exercise, no matter

how busy they are. I admire these woman, some even make her career so well. They

find the balance between family and work, which makes them charming all the

time. The hot moms deserve the girls to learn from them.

20 July 2006

Dear Mr. Wang,

Thank you for taking the time to write your wonderful letter in support of MCEA (Maywood Chinese Education Association). Your letter clearly articulates all the major reasons children in Maywood will benefit from studying the Chinese language as part of their elementary school education. It provides invaluable support that will help making bilingual Chinese education a reality in Maywood public schools.

Although MCEA would like to see Palo Alto public schools implement the first bilingual Chinese kindergarten class in September of 2006, we have learned that the school district must take the time to understand how a new program will affect existing educational offerings, and to validate community interest. Nevertheless, MCEA, with more than 70 members, will continue to actively promote bilingual Chinese education in the Palo Alto public schools and will keep you apprised of the progress we make.

Thanks again for sending a letter in support of MCEA. We will continue to do all we can to realize this program both for families of Chinese descent and those with a general interest in participating in the growing economic power of China.

Yours sincerely,

George Chen

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My hometown is beautiful place It stands near a wide river at the foot of

low green hills. It has many tall buildings and wide streets. There are trees

and flowers everywhere.But it has not always been like that. In the old days, it was a sad dirty

little town. Landlords and merchants lived in the few good houses.For the working people there were only dark, unhealthy rooms in old

buildings and huts in narrow muddy streets. Nearly everyone was poor and many

had no work.Everything has changed since liberation. The people, led by the Party, have

got rid of the mud and dirt. They have put up schools, theaters, shops and

flats. They have an assembly hall and a hospital.Along the river they have built offices, hotels and parks. A lot of

factories have sprung up. On the river, streamers and boats come and go busily,

day and night. They carry the products of our industries to all parts of the

country.I love my hometown, and I love its people. They also have changed. Healthy

and happy, they are going all out to build socialism.

大年二十九除夕夜，吃团圆饭、拿压岁钱、看春节联欢晚会……开心事一茬接一茬，不过，最令我兴奋的是放烟花。

夜幕还未降临，噼里啪啦的爆竹声就已经此起彼伏。半空中，那五彩缤纷的礼花更是让人目不暇接。

放了一阵大小不同、品种各异的烟花后，我就迫不及待地催促爸爸把家中的巨无霸烟花搬到院子里。那个烟花比我矮一个头，茶几般见方，一共有16发，每个发射筒比我的手掌还要大。燃放时的威力更 是惊人！“轰——轰——”，每发射一枚烟花弹，不仅窗户直抖动，连脚下的地都在震动。除了爸爸，我们都吓得躲在家里，还把门窗关得严严实实，透过窗户观看着。

正当我们议论这个烟花威力无穷时，意想不到的事发生了：那个烟花竟然被自己的反射力震翻在地。这下，烟花弹不再飞向空中，而是横着向爸爸飞射而去。“危险！”奶奶吓得用身子紧紧地推住大门 ，生怕烟花弹飞进屋里。“外面还有人呢！”妈妈急得一边让奶奶快闪开，一边打开大门招呼爸爸快进来。幸好爸爸身手敏捷，一闪，先躲到柱子后面，再跑进家中，直喊：“吓死了！吓死了！”

等烟花弹发射完，又歇了一阵子，我们才打开门，小心翼翼地到院子里收拾残局。“不好，起火了！”我大声嚷道。门口走廊边的杂货堆中闪着火光呢！大伙又是扫把，又是泼水，总算把火扑灭了。幸 好我及时发现，要不等火势大了，后果可真不堪设想。我又仔细地检查了一遍，竟然在泡沫箱上找到了两个圆形的洞，它后面的墙壁上还有一条裂缝呢！

“耳听为虚，眼见为实”，以前说放烟花危险，我还半信半疑，今天，我亲身经历了这场意外，虽然有惊无险，但也刻骨铭心。这真是一个难忘的除夕夜啊！