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爱英语作文九篇

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爱英语作文九篇

爱英语作文篇1

　　But somehow those three little words

　　但不知道为什么这小小的三个字

　　Are the hardest ones to share.

　　却最难与人分享

　　And fathers say I love you

　　而父亲说我爱你

　　In ways that words can‘t match--

　　用言语没法比拟的方式

　　With tender bed time stories

　　或是温和地在床头讲故事

　　Or a friendly game of catch!

　　或是一场友好的捉迷藏游戏

　　You can see the words I love you

　　你可以看到我爱你这些字

　　In a father‘s boyish eyes

　　从父亲孩子起的眼睛里

　　When he runs home,all excited,

　　当他兴奋地跑回家

　　With a poorly wrapped surprise.

　　脸上带着难以掩饰的惊喜

　　A father says I love you

　　父亲说我爱你

　　With his strong helping hands

　　用他强有力的援助之手

　　With a smile when you‘re in trouble

　　用他的微笑帮你度过难关

　　With the way he understands.

　　用他所理解的方式

　　He says I love you haltingly.

　　他踌躇地说我爱你

　　With awkward tenderness--

　　带着笨拙的温柔

　　It‘s hard to help a four-year-old into a party dress!

　　帮一个四岁小孩穿上派对礼服实在是不容易!

　　He speaks his love unselfishly

　　他无私地表达他的爱

　　By giving all he can

　　付出他的全部

　　To make some secret dream come true.

　　让心底的梦想成真

　　Or follow through a plan.

　　或追求一个计划

　　A father‘s seldom-spoken love

　　父亲很少说出口的爱

　　Sounds clearly through the years--

　　随着光阴流逝变得清晰

　　Sometimes in peals of laughter,

　　有时在响亮的笑声中

　　Sometimes through happy tears.

　　有时在欢乐的泪水中

　　Perhaps they have to speak their love

　　可能他们表达他们的'爱

　　In a fashion all their own.

　　只能用自己的方式

爱英语作文篇2

　　This Sunday is Father’s Day. I am very happy. I’m writing a letter for you now. But my classmates are playing games.

　　Today is rainy. Please take care. Do you know? My study is good. There fore, don’t worry about my study. I have a good news to tell you. I have won the second award at the piano competition. Are you happy ?

　　On the weekend, I usually go hiking on the Song Shan Lake. We are very happy. But after we walk for a long time, we feel a little tired. When the sun goes down, we return home. I like going hiking. What about you?

爱英语作文篇3

　　make sure your love is unconditional. make sure you love people in all kinds of "weather". or else what is the use if we love a person only when he is good or she is nice? when i need the people most thats when they leave me. all the time. so please, i hope you wont be like that. we always have to consider the other party, your companions situation and mood. maybe hes in difficulty right now. thats why his mood is not so sweet.

　　maybe she has so much work to do and so many headaches, so she cannot be so darling like usual. that time is the time when we need to show our most noble quality, the way we want ourselves to be.its not that if you are sweet to that person then he will love you more. maybe he will, maybe he wont. but that is not the point to be good and to be noble. to be good, to be noble is for ourselves because we choose to be that way, we want to keep being that way, and we feel good about it. its not because, "okay, now he needs me more. if i show more sympathy, then our love will be stronger"; its not even to be considered.but most of the time we fail the test. when people are in most difficulty, we just leave them, or we are cold and indifferent. "oh, youre not nice to me. all right, all right.";"youll come and need me soon."; of course they will. when theyre in a better mood, when everything goes better, of course theyll come around. but then its too late. then it is not love anymore. its just a need for each other. thats different, because you are used to each other and you need each other sometimes out of habit, out of convenience, out of financial security reasons -- anything. but its not true love.

　　true love always prevails ,true love is we stick together in "thick and thin";. especially when its thin, when its troublesome. then we should really bridge over the "troubled water". thats what they say in english. but most of us fail the test, to ourselves, not to our partners. he might leave you, he might stay with you, because youre nice or not nice. but you fail yourself. you leave yourself. you leave the most noble being that you really are. so we should check up on this to our family members or whomever that is beloved and dear to us. most of the time in critical situations, we just turn our backs and that is no good.

　　of course we have our anger, our frustrations, because our partners are not as loving as usual, or whomever that is; but he or she is in a different situation. at that time, she or he is in mental suffering. its just as bad or even worse than physical suffering. physical suffering you can take a pill or you can have an injection and it stops or at least temporarily stops, and you feel the effect right away; or at least if people are in physical suffering, everyone sympathizes with them.but when they are in mental anguish, and we pound them more on that, and we turn our backs and become cold and indifferent, that is even more cruel, even worse. that person will be swimming alone in suffering. and especially they trust us as the net of kin, the net person, the one that they think they can rely on in times of need; and then at that time, we just turn around and are snobbish, because they didnt treat us nice so we just want to revenge. thats not the time. you can revenge later, when hes in better shape. just slap him.

　　actually, at that time, the person is not his usual self anymore. he was probably under very great pressure that he lost his own control. its not really lost his own control, but for eample, when you are in a hurry, your talk is different. right? "hand me that coat! quick! quick! quick!" things like that. but normally, you would say "honey, please, can you give me that coat." is that not so? (audience: yes.) or when youre in pain -- for eample stomach pain, heartache or whatever -- you scream loudly; and anyone who comes to talk to you, you dont talk in the usual way anymore, because youre in pain.

　　similarly, when you are in a mental or psychological pain, you talk also in a very grouchy way, very cross. but that is understandable. so if we -- any so-called loving partner or family member -- do not understand even this very least, very basic concept, then were finished. then we are really in a bad situation. its not that the partner will do anything to us. whether he does anything to us later or not, that is no problem. the problem is us. the problem is we degrade ourselves, that we make less of a being of ourselves than we should be, than we are supposed to be, or that we really are. so do not make less of a being of yourselves.

爱英语作文篇4

　　"can i see my baby?" the happy new mother asked。

　　when the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face， she gasped。 the doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window。 the baby had been born without ears。

　　time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect。 it was only his appearance that was marred。 when he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms， she sighed， knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks。

　　he blurted out the tragedy。 "a boy， a big boy。called me a freak。"

　　he grew up， handsome for his misfortune。 a favorite with his fellow students， he might have been class president， but for that。 he developed a gift， a talent for literature and music。

　　"but you might mingle with other young people，" his mother reproved him， but felt a kindness in her heart。

　　the boy's father had a session with the family physician。 "could nothing be done?"

　　"i believe i could graft on a pair of outer ears， if they could be procured，" the doctor decided。 whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man。 two years went by。 one day， his father said to the son， "you're going to the hospital， son。 mother and i have someone who will donate the ears you need。 but it's a secret。"

　　the operation was a brilliant success， and a new person emerged。 his talents blossomed into genius， and school and college became a series of triumphs。

　　later he married and entered the diplomatic service。 one day， he asked his father， "who gave me the ears? who gave me so much? i could never do enough for him or her。"

　　"i do not believe you could，" said the father， "but the agreement was that you are not to know。not yet。"

　　the years kept their profound secret， but the day did come。 one of the darkest days that ever pass through a son。 he stood with his father over his mother's casket。 slowly， tenderly， the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick， reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears。

　　"mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut，" his father whispered gently， "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful， did they?"

爱英语作文篇5

　　It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. I am just a young boy. I should be playing with friends; I should be going to school; I should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. But those dreams are for the living, and I am no longer one of them. Instead, I am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight?

　　Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers.

　　Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. In my world of death, this apple is an expression of life, of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.

　　The next day, I cannot help myself-I am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. Am I crazy for hoping she will come again? Of course. But in here, I cling to any tiny scrap of hope. She has given me hope and I must hold tightly to it.

　　And again, she comes. And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.

　　This time I catch it, and hold it up for her to see. Her eyes twinkle. Does she pity me? Perhaps. I do not care, though. I am just so happy to gaze at her. And for the first time in so long, I feel my heart move with emotion.

　　For seven months, we meet like this. Sometimes we exchange a few words. Sometimes, just an apple. But she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. She is feeding my soul. And somehow, I know I am feeding hers as well.

　　One day, I hear frightening news: we are being shipped to another camp. This could mean the end for me. And it definitely means the end for me and my friend. The next day when I greet her, my heart is breaking, and I can barely speak as I say what must be said: "Do not bring me an apple tomorrow," I tell her. "I am being sent to another camp. We will never see each other again." Turning before I lose all control, I run away from the fence. I cannot bear to look back. If I did, I know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face.

　　Months pass and the nightmare continues. But the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. Over and over in my mind, I see her face, her kind eyes, I hear her gentle words, I taste those apples.

　　And then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. The war has ended. Those of us who are still alive are freed. I have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. But I still have the memory of this girl, a memory I carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as I move to America to start a new life. Years pass. It is 1957. I am living in New York City. A friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. Reluctantly, I agree. But she is nice, this woman named Roma. And like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common.

　　"Where were you during the war?" Roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions about those years.

　　"I was in a concentration camp in Germany," I reply.

　　Roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something painful yet sweet.

　　"What is it?" I ask.

　　"I am just thinking about something from my past, Herman," Roma explains in a voice suddenly very soft. "You see, when I was a young girl, I lived near a concentration camp. There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day. I remember I used to bring him apples. I would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy."

　　Roma sighs heavily and continues. "It is hard to describe how we felt about each other-after all, we were young, and we only exchanged a few words when we could-but I can tell you, there was much love there. I assume he was killed like so many others. But I cannot bear to think that, and so I try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together."

　　With my heart pounding so loudly I think it wil1 explode, I look directly at Roma and ask, "And did that boy say to you one day, 'Do not bring me an apple tomorrow. I am being sent to another camp'?"

　　"Why, yes," Roma responds, her voice trembling.

　　"But, Herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?"

　　I take her hands in mine and answer, "Because I was that young boy, Roma."

　　For many moments, there is only silence. We cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped remembering.

　　Finally, I speak: "Look, Roma, I was separated from you once, and I don't ever want to be separated from you again. Now, I am free, and I want to be together with you forever. Dear, will you marry me?"

　　I see that same twinkle in her eye that I used to see as Roma says, "Yes, I will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. Now, nothing ever will again.

　　Almost forty years have passed since that day when I found my Roma again. Destiny brought us together the first time during the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise.

　　Valentine's Day, 1996. I bring Roma to the Oprah Winfrey Show to honor her on national television. I want to tell her in front of millions of people what I feel in my heart every day:

　　"Darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when I was hungry. And I am still hungry, for something I will never get enough of: I am only hungry for your love."

爱英语作文篇6

　　Mother’s love wins people’s praises for its selflessness. In fact, father’s love is as great as that. They bury their love in the deep bottom of their hearts and will never show it. My father is of this kind. I remembered once I felt ill. Mother wasn’t at home at that moment. Father acted as a father and as a mother as well. When he came home from work, he would cook dinner for me first. The way he fed me made me think of my kind and tender mother. His eyes were full of love and expectation. I did feel a father’s love at that time.

爱英语作文篇7

：Thanks to my parents

　　Our parents gave us lives,they gave us love.they talked with me to taught me language.they played with me,took care of me,gave me delicious meals,they gave me many classes to live.when I smiled,they were happier than me.when I cried,they were sadder than me.when I made mistakes,they were angery with me.They gave me much love,they gave me a warm family.Thanks to my parents.

爱英语作文篇8

　　父爱Father’s Love

　　Peoplealways say that father’s love is so quiet but grand that it seems like amountain. They always bury their love to children deep in the bottom of their heartsand never show it. Father seldom says I love you to their children or doessomething show it. Mother often tells us to eat more and put on more clothes,but father doesn’t. Father seldom asksyour life in school or your relationship with your friends. When you are introuble and ask suggestions from him, he would not tell you what you should dobut help you to find solutions instead. However, father still plays the mostimportant role in your life. He is always the supporter of your life. Wheneveryou need, he is always by your side. This is the way he shows his love.

　　人们总说父爱如山，安静、伟岸，他们总把对孩子的爱深埋心底，从不显露。父亲很少会对孩子说我爱你，也不做什么事去表现自己的爱。妈妈常常会叫我们多吃饭多穿衣，但父亲不会这样。他们很少过问你在学校的生活，也不关心你与朋友们的关系如何。当你遇到问题向他寻求建议时，他不会直接告诉你应该怎样做，而是帮助你找到解决的方法。但是，父亲依然是你生命中最重要的人，他永远是你生活中的坚强后盾。不管何时，只要你需要，他就会在你的身边，这就是他表现爱的方式。

爱英语作文篇9

　　One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce. Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story.

　　This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over years of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.

　　They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce.

　　Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 years of marriage at the age of 70, he couldn't understand why the old couple would still wants a divorce.

　　While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband. "I really love you, but I really can't carry on anymore, I'm sorry."

　　"It's OK, I understand." said the husband. Looking at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just three of them, wife thought, why not, since they are still going be friends.

　　At the dining table, there was a silence of awkwardness(尴尬，笨拙).

　　The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick(鸡腿) for the old lady. "Take this, it's your favorite."

　　Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe there's still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer. "This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, don't you know that I hate drumsticks?”

　　Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favorite.

　　Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drumsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.

　　That night, both of them couldn't sleep, toss and turn(辗转反侧), toss and turn. After hours, the old man couldn't take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he can't carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her, "I love you."

　　He picks up the phone, started dialing her number. Ringing never stops. He never stop dialing.

　　On the other side, she was sad, she couldn't understand how come after all these years, he still doesn't understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just can't take it any- more. Phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that it's him. "What's the point of talking now that it's over. I have asked for it and now. I want to keep it this way, if not I will lose face. "She thought. Phone still ringing. She has decided to pull out the cord.

　　Little did she remember, he had heart problems.

　　The next day, she received news that he had passed away. She rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone. He had a heart attack when he was still trying to get thru her phone line.

　　As sad as she could be. She will have to clear his belongings. When she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, beneficiary(受益人) is her. Together in that file there's this note.

　　"To my dearest wife, by the time you are reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that I have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know I will always be around, by your side. I love you."

　　Tears flowed like river.

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