给圣诞老人的一封信书英语作文（实用20篇）

My grandfather is a famous professor. He is over sixty now, but he is in

good health, and his hair is still black. He is tall and hand some, and looks

like a gentleman. Believe it or not, he began to learn to drive last year, and

now he drives his white Nissan every day.My grand father has taught English for

about 35 years, and he has been to many countries, such as America, France and

Canada. Now he is on holiday in Europe with my grandmother. He is very kind to

me.

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

I like eating meat so much and I am so picky about food. My parents always

worry about my diet， and they try to let me eat vegetables and fruits. But I

only can have a little. But after my mom learns to make food with all kinds of

cartoon pictures， I start to have a lot of food and dont picky anymore.

Invitation

Thank you for inviting me to take part in your school about English gramer

problem. I am free these days and i wrote a book called . i would go and i hope

you schools teachers and students can give me some value advice.i will arrive

at 6thand stay to 8th June 2011.

Recently, the news reported a small boy was studying while he helped his

mother to sell the products. Many people gave him great praise, because he could

focus his attention, but their children always wanted to play. This boy is such

strong that he must make a difference in the future. His mother is so lucky to

have a boy like him.

Dear teacher takong

Hello, I wish you health and happiness in the New Year!

It is said that one day is a teacher and "life is a father". You have

taught me hard for four years. The knowledge I learned in my four years of

Enlightenment has benefited me a lot. I regard you as "a mother for life". I

often think of three old people -- father, mother and you.

Think of your efforts to us, todays teachers will pay, but their

remuneration is high to the sky. Students who are not good at learning can make

up lessons. In the past four years, there are no repeaters in our class. It was

an excellent class with red scarf in the county. At that time, it was worthy of

the name. It is not like that we have to evaluate what we want to send from East

to west. At that time, there were a lot of poor students. Some students couldnt

even pay the tuition fee of 1 yuan and 6 jiao. You paid it for them. Todays

teachers are impatient to see many poor students.

When you were born to build a new brother, the students invited to see you.

Everyone gathered together a few cents to buy two catties and dried it. You said

that was not good. As long as you had this intention, you would be very happy

and asked everyone to eat it. At that time, you were not sensible and greedy, so

they ate more than half of those sent to you. Now I think of it as ridiculous,

naive and lovely. You told us to listen to the substitute teacher and ask the

monitor to take some poor students to your home with their homework books. You

patiently tell them the reasons why they are not good at their studies, and tell

them about it. An inch of time is worth an inch of money, and an inch of money

is hard to buy an inch of time. If you fail to pass the grade for another year,

its a pity that you have given them supplementary lessons. In order to

consolidate the results, you let the students with good grades help one poor

student, This kind of professionalism has infected us and sowed good seeds in

our hearts. Even when we are adults, we are very dedicated to our work, but not

as good as you.

You said that you often have classmates to see you, said that we have

teacher-student feelings - this is your love for us, so we can not forget you,

so we have to visit you. We know how many years ago you were named a model

teacher, and the students are happy for you; you deserve it!

What moved me all my life is that you came to my sick mother! When you

heard that my mother was seriously ill, you brought the expensive nutriment and

asked to find our home. We all thank you very much. It has been 30 years since

you taught me. Is there any such teacher now? In addition to visiting my parents

every time I go home to visit you, no gift has been given to you. A primary

school teacher remembers the students she taught for decades, Im afraid not

many; Im not a celebrity, Im not a big money, I dont have an official

position, Im a very ordinary person, teacher; you are my cultural benefactor,

the most respected person in our family, when I write this letter to you, my

mother will be happy in heaven, because in her illness, you go to see her, she

is happy for a long time.

New years day, I wish the teacher to enjoy the happiness of his family,

students, you study hard, do not understand the place to ask me, I am a teacher,

"can not mislead peoples children" with this sentence will always linger in my

ears. Teacher, you can live a long life. Now you are 80 years old and still in

good health. I am happy for you. I will not forget you. I will go to see

you.

I wish the teacher health, happiness and longevity

Your student Lu Guiling

There was once a boy and Henry who were both very good friends that lived

very close to each other. Each day they would go outside and play. One day their

parents decided to let them go to school to learn lessons. Of course they both

loved it very much.

They were in the same class and studied very hard to earn a reward.

One day when they were ready to go to school, their parents told them never

ever to walk on the ice; it may melt since spring was starting here.

They both agreed, but did they really keep in mind of it? Well, they went

off to the pond since they were going to cross it. They were too lazy to walk

the other ways; and they didn’t think that it was even possible that the ice

would melt, so they went on the ice slowly to cross it.

Suddenly, they both felt a crack under their feet, and the ice was to crack

and melt. They were very nervous and regretted not following their parents

advice.When it was time for school to start, they still didn’t cross it. When

they were about to reach shore; boom! The ice cracked, and both of them fell

into the cold icy water. They struggled for a while, at last Henry found a

little spot where both of them could hold and pull them up from the icy

water.

They slowly swam to the beam, and stepped on a rock which was lying there,

Henry lifted himself up and the other boy did the same thing and both of them

got on shore.

They went to school all soaked wet and goofy, their teacher scolded them

for not coming to school on time. Of course they had extra homework for the day;

but both of them didn’t mind. When they got home, they went to their parents and

cried. Their moms saw them all soaked and wet, they asked them; “How did you get

so wet?” and the boys cried out, “We didn’t obey you!” Then they told them the

whole story. Their moms were glad that Henry figured out that there was a rock

that could bring them both safe onto land.

They all learned a lesson, and it is:

Always obey your parents no matter what happened. If you don’t obey your

parents, the terrible things that never happened might even come to life…

Dear Mother,

Hello! You are my teacher on the road of life, is my model of learning life, every bit of my growth is written by your love, looking back on the fleeting time, including joy, pain, tears and laughter.

There is one thing, I still can not forget, I wonder if you still remember? One time after school, I let you buy me spicy string, you said: this no nutrition, I go to buy you a cake. I said: No, I will have spicy kebabs. Without saying a word, you took me to the cake king. After buying the cake you let me carry, I put a pout, head a low pretend not to hear, not only did not pay you; And threw the door and ran out. Back at home, you give me cooking; Fill me with rice; Help me to my dish... Looking at your busy figure, my heart is very sad, you work day and night for me, but I...... Mother I am not sensible; Well, Im sorry... Mom, is you raise me, is you a mouthful of rice feed me grew up, you for my laundry, cooking, after going to school, regardless of the wind, rain, you pick me up on time every day to school, school, evening but also help me write homework, teach me some truth, you pay too much for me too much...... Thank you for giving me life, for giving me happiness, for giving me the chance to make my life worth living.

Thank you for raising me and being my first teacher, teaching me how to live and how to be grateful.

A mothers love is like a gentle, a mothers love is a poem, the poem have not finished writing, tears down slowly, the years in a hurry, some things will dissipate over time, my mother gave me love and will never disappear, a mothers love is like the sun in the sky, always warm my heart, a mothers love, like the sea, and endless, unfathomable, but contained all my fault, a mothers love is like snow mountain in one thousand, glittering and translucent and transparent. Some people say: a mothers love is like a poem, a mothers love is like a song. I would like to say: how can a small poem write a mothers love, how can a piece of music sing a mothers love, a picture, how can draw a mother? A thousand words come in one sentence: mom, I love you!

I wish you a successful New Year and good health.

Dear friends:

If you can dream it, you can do it.——Walt Disney

It was a long four years. Even after I had actually graduated, the

nightmares began to haunt me, the university would call to say I hadn’t truly

graduated. There had been a mistake and there was just one more class I needed

to take. I was always so relieved to wake up and realize that it had only been a

bad dream. In reality, I had completed every course needed for my degree, and I

was a full-fledged college graduate!

Now, the rest of my life loomed ahead of me. Sometimes a bachelor’s degree

prepares you for a specific occupation——you train to be an accountant, you

graduate and get a position in an accounting firm. Often, however, your stint in

college only prepares you to make further decisions regarding your future.

You’re pretty sure what you don’t want to do!

During my senior year of college, I had toyed with the idea of changing my

major. At that point, I had finally discovered what captured my heart. But,

wanting to finally be finishing school was a stronger pull. So, I took a few

courses in physiology and exercise science, but not enough to receive a degree

in physical therapy. That would require advanced schooling, beyond my bachelor’s

degree——and I just wasn’tready to tackle that. Having completed my B.C. degree,

I didn’t have any intentions of furthering my education.

So, I did the safe thing and got an office job——the very thing I was sure

that I didn’t want to do! I detested the office policies, the suits I had to

wear and the downtown environment that I had to drive to every day. I knew this

was not where I belonged.

But god knew what path my career was to follow. A position opened up at the

most exclusive health club in our city, so I applied. This was my kind of

environment——an active, vibrant kind of place——completely at the opposite end of

the spectrum from the office environment where I found myself. The position

required that I work Saturday nights and Sunday mornings. Perfect, I thought! I

could keep my office job Monday through Friday and work at my dream job on the

weekends. This arrangement lasted several months until, eventually, a full-time

position opened up and I was able to resign from my office job.

Over the next few years, I worked my way up the leader, gaining experience

in several different departments. I found my niche as the director of member

services——catering to our clientele and providing them with numerous

cutting-edge programs. I would have stayed at that job forever——it seemed to be

the pinnacle of all my dreams fulfilled. Here were fellow employees who had a

passion for the same things that I did——health and fitness. Yet again, god had

other plans for my life.Within two years, a newer, bigger, better and more

state-of-the-art health club facility was built——just five miles down the road.

And, in turn, the owner lost many members to that club. And, in turn, the owner

lost thousands of dollars. One by one we were each laid off.

After trying unsuccessfully to land another similar position elsewhere, I

knew what I had to do. Go back to school!thanks!

亲爱的付老师，

我想让您知道我非常感激在我上初中的时候你给予的帮助和支持。我非常喜欢你做我的老师。你是一个优秀的教师，鼓励我以开放和积极的态度继续学习。

我衷心的感谢你教会了我什么是责任。你帮我找到最适合自己的位置并和个人价值。我记得你曾给我一本书作为春节的礼物。你是第一个给我礼物的老师，这让我感动了很久。

我还想说你给了我这么美好的回忆，我希望我能再次回到那个时候。是你鼓励我克服困难。是你关心我的情绪。我很感激你为我所做的一切，这对我来说是很重要的。我希望这封信能给你带去我最好的祝福，我再次感谢你给我的生活带来那些珍贵的回忆，我会永远珍惜它的。

杨

dear tom,

how is everything going with you? im terribly sorry that i’m not able to go to your birthday party this saturday afternoon. i’m in beijing now because my mother is seriously ill and will have an operation here. she is in bad need of my care these days, so i?m staying here to take care of her in the hospital. i wish you a happy birthday and hope everything will go well with the party. by the way, i have sent you the latest cd of zhang jie. i hope you?ll like this birthday i?m looking forward to seeing you soon.

yours,

wang tao

Bike is a common and popular traffic tool in China. Almost everyone owns a

bike. I have a black bike. It has been a good friend of mine. I clean it almost

every day at the beginning. Now I just leave it alone because of my busy study.

But it still does me good service.

There was once a little girl named Mary that wanted a phone so badly that

her parents couldn’t help bearing her crying and got her a phone with purple

dots and a little smiley face on it.

So life went on as usual until one day. when she was walking down town, she

saw a house, filled with decorations. She knew at once that this house was

having a party for somebody. Perhaps they were celebrating a birthday, or Happy

Anniversary… Mary really wanted to enter the party, so she begged them to let

her in and have a great time. They promised to let her in as long as she could

do what they asked.

And that request was to make bread for the poor and buy milk for them to

drink. That sounded like an easy request to grant, so she used her phone to call

her dad to get some bread and milk for the poor. But there was a problem, “No

phones allowed!” cried the owner of the house standing out. He held onto Mary’s

phone and pulled it out of her hand. He deleted her phone numbers and message

box, and then he took the batteries out, in case she had some other plans.

“There, now you couldn’t use your phone anymore,” and the owner went

inside. So poor Mary used her pocket money which was for a new dress for the

school party, to buy bread and milk for the poor; she was very sad, and went

back and said that she had finished her work.

“Where is your proof?” asked the owner again, “I-I didn’t know you wanted

me to give you proof?” “Well then you are out,” and he closed the door

tightly.

Laba is celebrated on the eighth day of the last lunar month， referring to

the traditional start of celebrations for the Chinese New Year. La in Chinese

means the 12th lunar month and ba means eight.

Legends about the origin of this festivity abound. One holds that over

3，000 years ago sacrificial rites called La were held in the twelfth lunar month

when people offered their preys to the gods of heaven and earth. The Chinese

characters for prey and the twelfth month were interchangeable then， and ever

since La has been used to refer to both.

Since the festival was held on the eighth day of the Last month， people

later appended the number eight (ba in Chinese)， giving us the current Laba

.

The majority Han Chinese have long followed the tradition of eating Laba

rice porridge on the Laba Festival. The date usually falls in mid-Janua.

Dear Sir,

I would like to apply for the post of Works Manager, which was advertised in The Guardian of I2 October 2004. I feel that my qualifications and experience are ideally suited for the position.

I was born in 1968, and I went to school from 1973 to 1988. In 1987 I took the General Certificate of Education, and I got good grades in Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry. After leaving school, I attended the Orient Technical College, where I first studied Fiber Technology and Color Chemistry; later I studied other subjects related to textile manufacture, and in 1991 I obtained the Diploma in Textiles.

After completing my studies, I joined the Top Clothing Company where I worked until 1996. In that year I moved to Prior Productions, who was pleased with my work, and as a result, in 1998, I was promoted to Assistant Works Manager there.

I enjoy my work, and I am prepared to work hard. Moreover, I am sure that Prior Productions would give me an excellent reference. I therefore feel that my application deserves your serious consideration.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Yours faithfully,

Mary Ma

敬爱英语老师：

您好。

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

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

老师，您尽职尽责，铁面无私，作为组长也应该这样，我要向你学习。

老师，请原谅我们，我向您再次致敬!

写信人：

I have a best friend. He is a lovely boy. He has short black hair ,big

black eyes and big ears. He has a bigmouth and a small nose. I think he is

handsome. And he is strong and quiet. He likes sports very much. After class, we

often play football, basket ball on the playground .He is a good player. He also

likes to study. English and math are his favourite subjects. He helps me a

lot.

hi! good friends. my name is susie. i’m ten years old. this is my pet. it’s

a turtle. he is also ten years old. his name is sandwich. he eats ten small

fishes every day .

look at him! he has a beautiful shell and two small eyes. he also has a

long tail.

now my turtle wants to have a little sister. they can play, sleep and walk

together. now, mr sandwich, please reach out your hand and say “bye-bye.” my

friends,please call me. my telephone number is one two three four five.

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

英语老师：

您好!

在辽阳过得好吗?工作也顺利吧?在这里我给您写一封信，借此问候您。

老师，我永远忘不了那个下午，当我听说您要调到辽阳去教书时，泪水充满了我的双眼——要知道，我舍不得您走，舍不得您，好舍不得!

记得刚学英语的时候，您第一次来给我们上课，您那天穿的好美：白色的连衣裙，长长的头发，大大的眼睛，甜美的声音，我们所有同学都被你迷住了，打那一刻开始，我就喜欢上了您，喜欢您的美丽，喜欢您的甜美的声音。

还记得那次演讲比赛，我在耿庄镇中脱颖而出，代表耿庄镇去海城参加演讲，是您带我去的，虽然我努力了，但是还是只得了一个优秀奖，您安慰我说："没关系，毕竟你这是第一次，下次你一定会取得好成绩的，失败是成功的开始，别伤心了。”我听了，擦干了眼角的泪水，眼里又重新绽放出光芒，我知道，那是希望。从那一刻起，我决定做您最优秀的学生，我下功夫，拼命的学，努力的学，本以为还有机会，可谁知道，比赛之后的第3天，就传出了您要调走的消息。我们不敢相信，简直不敢想象，我们大家都哭了，所有人都哭了。那一刻，想见您，拼命的想见您，我当时都有了那个想法：只要能见您，付出生命我都愿意!您对我们比妈妈还亲，您教给我们的知识，我们会铭记在心，我们知道，您不可能在调回来了，就算调回来，教的也不再是我们了!

老师，自从您调走后，我们做梦都天天梦到您，满脑子想的全是您，您甜美的声音，美丽的笑容，充满希望的眼神…。。

老师，我们好想您!

祝：永远年轻美丽，开开心心的生活!

学生：赵予菡

It is very hot and wet today and is called sauna weather.During my mom did

the cooking in the kitchen, I saw her head was sweaty.I told her I could help

her and she accepted.

After cooking,we were all sweaty .However, mum and I all felt happy. She

said I was growing up and became her good assistant.