学英语作文6篇(优)

　　在日常学习、工作和生活中，大家最不陌生的就是作文了吧，作文是从内部言语向外部言语的过渡，即从经过压缩的简要的、自己能明白的语言，向开展的、具有规范语法结构的、能为他人所理解的外部语言形式的转化。如何写一篇有思想、有文采的作文呢？下面是小编帮大家整理的学英语作文6篇，希望能够帮助到大家。

学英语作文6篇(优)

学英语作文篇1

　　今天，我把所有作业都做完了，闲着没事干，便萌生出一个想法：教奶奶学英语。于是，我对奶奶说：“奶奶，我教您学英语吧？”“好！”奶奶爽快地答应了。我递给奶奶一张预先准备好的“新生报名单”。上面写着：“欢迎您加入花朵芬芳学校英语初级班，请填写您的英文名字。”奶奶一看新生报名单就愣住了。“我哪有什么英文名字呀？”“没关系，我帮您取。”我对奶奶说。

　　我想了一下，问奶奶“lavender,怎么样？”

　　“好，好，好。”奶奶没有经过思考就回答着。可当我问她“您叫什么英文名字呀？”她却把刚才的lavender忘得九霄云外了。于是，教奶奶学英语就从教奶奶学读英文名字开始了。

　　我不厌其烦地把lavender反复读给奶奶听。奶奶看着我的嘴型认真地学着。“la--ven--der”，可她的`发音很不标准。

　　“奶奶，您的嘴巴再扁一点，行吗？”“?—?—?。”我把奶奶读的不标准的地方，抽出来单独训练。我记得自己学小提琴的时候，老师一直叫我把掌握不好的地方抽出来单独练，这样效果很好。所以我也用这种方法教奶奶。还别说，经过我的耐心指导，奶奶终于学会读自己的英文名字了。生怕下次再遗忘，奶奶拿来纸和笔，认真地记着笔记。

　　真认真啊！我在心里默默想着，奶奶年纪这么大了，学习起来还这么认真，真值得我学习呀。

　　奶奶学会了自己的英文名，我又教了奶奶一些水果类的单词，每学一个单词，奶奶都非常认真。

　　“奶奶，今天学的单词，我下节课要抽背的哦。”在下课前，我对奶奶提出了要求。“好的，我会认真复习的。”奶奶说。

　　就这样，一节有趣的英语课结束了。从中我不仅感受到了当老师的快乐，还体会到了生活的乐趣。

学英语作文篇2

　　“Nuttertools”哇！出现武器了，想必大家都玩过《侠盗猎车》吧！那上面一串串怪异的单词是啥？它就是作弊码。一输入相应的作弊码，豪华赛车任你开，再输入相应的作弊码，暴力武器滚滚来，要多爽有多爽。但这些超常甚至变态的英语作弊码，一定要准确无误地背下来输入才有效。

　　周五的微机室欢得不得了，同学们都熟练地忙着输作弊码，没有人输错。可英语课上老师让背几个单词，先提问：“某某某同学，‘正在画画’用英语怎么说？”那同学吱唔半天没吭声，又叫了一个同学还是站起来只瞪眼睛不会说，要知道他们可是作弊码的快速记忆王。这我就纳闷了：同样是英语单词，作弊码有时长达十几个字母，英语单词只五六个字母，怎么能背下长的`背不下短的呢？真是天壤之别。我想了又想，终于想明白了。因为游戏比较有趣，而课堂太单调了，所以我决定设计一部游戏可以有作弊码，但那作弊码的内容就是英语课本内容，有一年级制、二年级制到六年级制不等，像玩游戏一样学英语，英语像游戏一样升级、通关。这样会让你的思维超快，记忆力超强，随着年级的增高，这部游戏也会升级，升级后的作弊码会越来越复杂，但同学们为了那玩游戏的超爽感觉，也会斗志昂扬努力学，有了兴趣又怎么会学不好呢。有了我研究的作弊码，别说小学，大学英语都没问题，甚至和老外交流都是小菜一碟。

　　玩是孩子的天性，但玩也能造就人才，所以大人不要刻意扼杀孩子好玩的天性。同学们也应该把玩《侠盗猎车》的热情放到英语上，那么英语会像母语一样简单。

　　Let’sgo,让我们开始玩，《英语飞车》吧！

学英语作文篇3

　　As modern technology surges,so does the number of people living in the virtual world .And I can imagine the result when more and more people prefer to live in the virtual world meets their needs rather than communicate with others in the real world.

　　With regard to this ,there are two different views.On the one hand,some people think that can enrich our life with its abundant resources.However,on the other hand,people hold the opposite opinion .They are worried that virtual world have too much badness information ,which exert a negative influence on themselves ,let alone children.What is more,it will do great harm to your ability of expression if you spend too much time wallowing it ,so much so that our relationships with others also will be destroyed.

　　Generally speaking,we need critical thought to distinguish with virtual world and real world .Meanwhile,we should cherish and enjoy our life and maintain good interpersonal relationships in the real world.

学英语作文篇4

　　i am only a philosopher, and there is only one thing that a philosopher can be relied on to do. you know that the function of statistics has been ingeniously described as being the refutation of other statistics. well, a philosopher can always contradict other philosophers. in ancient times philosophers defined man as the rational animal; and philosophers since then have always found much more to say about the rational than about the animal part of the definition. but looked at candidly, reason bears about the same proportion to the rest of human nature that we in this hall bear to the rest of america, europe, asia, africa, and polynesia. reason is one of the very feeblest of natures forces, if you take it at any one spot and moment. it is only in the very long run that its effects become perceptible. reason assumes to settle things by weighing them against one another without prejudice, partiality, or ecitement; but what affairs in the concrete are settled by is and always will be just prejudices, partialities, cupidities, and ecitements. appealing to reason as we do, we are in a sort of a forlorn hope situation, like a small sand-bank in the midst of a hungry sea ready to wash it out of eistence. but sand-banks grow when the conditions favor; and weak as reason is, it has the unique advantage over its antagonists that its activity never lets up and that it presses always in one direction, while mens prejudices vary, their passions ebb and flow, and their ecitements are intermittent. our sand-bank, i absolutely believe, is bound to grow, -- bit by bit it will get dyked and breakwatered. but sitting as we do in this warm room, with music and lights and the flowing bowl and smiling faces, it is easy to get too sanguine about our task, and since i am called to speak, i feel as if it might not be out of place to say a word about the strength of our enemy.

　　our permanent enemy is the noted bellicosity of human nature. man, biologically considered, and whatever else he may be in the bargain, is simply the most formidable of all beasts of prey, and, indeed, the only one that preys systematically on its own species. we are once for all adapted to the military status. a millennium of peace would not breed the fighting disposition out of our bone and marrow, and a function so ingrained and vital will never consent to die without resistance, and will always find impassioned apologists and idealizers.

　　not only are men born to be soldiers, but non-combatants by trade and nature, historians in their studies, and clergymen in their pulpits, have been wars idealizers. they have talked of war as of gods court of justice. and, indeed, if we think how many things beside the frontiers of states the wars of history have decided, we must feel some respectful awe, in spite of all the horrors. our actual civilization, good and bad alike, has had past war for its determining condition. great-mindedness among the tribes of men has always meant the will to prevail, and all the more so if prevailing included slaughtering and being slaughtered. rome, paris, england, brandenburg, piedmont, -- soon, let us hope, japan, -- along with their arms have made their traits of character and habits of thought prevail among their conquered neighbors. the blessings we actually enjoy, such as they are, have grown up in the shadow of the wars of antiquity. the various ideals were backed by fighting wills, and where neither would give way, the god of battles had to be the arbiter. a shallow view, this, truly; for who can say what might have prevailed if man had ever been a reasoning and not a fighting animal? like dead men, dead causes tell no tales, and the ideals that went under in the past, along with all the tribes that represented them, find to-day no recorder, no eplainer, no defender.

　　but apart from theoretic defenders, and apart from every soldierly individual straining at the leash, and clamoring for opportunity, war has an omnipotent support in the form of our imagination. man lives by habits, indeed, but what he lives for is thrills and ecitements. the only relief from habits tediousness is periodical ecitement. from time immemorial wars have been, especially for non-combatants, the supremely thrilling ecitement. heavy and dragging at its end, at its outset every war means an eplosion of imaginative energy. the dams of routine burst, and boundless prospects open. the remotest spectators share the fascination. with that awful struggle now in progress on the confines of the world, there is not a man in this room, i suppose, who doesnt buy both an evening and a morning paper, and first of all pounce on the war column.

　　a deadly listlessness would come over most mens imagination of the future if they could seriously be brought to believe that never again in saecula saeculorum would a war trouble human history. in such a stagnant summer afternoon of a world, where would be the zest or interest ?

　　this is the constitution of human nature which we have to work against. the plain truth is that people want war. they want it anyhow; for itself; and apart from each and every possible consequence. it is the final bouquet of lifes fireworks. the born soldiers want it hot and actual. the non-combatants want it in the background, and always as an open possibility, to feed imagination on and keep ecitement going. its clerical and historical defenders fool themselves when they talk as they do about it. what moves them is not the blessings it has won for us, but a vague religious ealtation. war, they feel, is human nature at its uttermost. we are here to do our uttermost. it is a sacrament. society would rot, they think, without the mystical blood-payment.

　　we do ill, i fancy, to talk much of universal peace or of a general disarmament. we must go in for preventive medicine not for radical cure. we must cheat our foe, politically circumvent his action, not try to change his nature. in one respect war is like love, though in no other. both leave us intervals of rest; and in the intervals life goes on perfectly well without them, though the imagination still dallies with their possibility. equally insane when once aroused and under headway, whether they shall be aroused or not depends on accidental circumstances. how are old maids and old bachelors made? not by deliberate vows of celibacy, but by sliding on from year to year with no sufficient matrimonial provocation. so of the nations with their wars. let the general possibility of war be left open, in heavens name, for the imagination to dally with. let the soldiers dream of killing, as the old maids dream of marrying. but organize in every conceivable way the practical machinery for making each successive chance of war abortive. put peace-men in power; educate the editors and statesmen to responsibility; -- how beautifully did their trained responsibility in england make the venezuela incident abortive! seize every pretet, however small, for arbitration methods, and multiply the precedents; foster rival ecitements and invent new outlets for heroic energy; and from one generation to another, the chances are that irritations will grow less acute and states of strain less dangerous among the nations. armies and navies will continue, of course, and will fire the minds of populations with their potentialities of greatness. but their officers will find that somehow or other, with no deliberate intention on any ones part, each successive incident has managed to evaporate and to lead nowhere, and that the thought of what might have been remains their only consolation.

　　the last weak runnings of the war spirit will be punitive epeditions. a country that turns its arms only against uncivilized foes is, i think, wrongly taunted as degenerate. of course it has ceased to be heroic in the old grand style. but i verily believe that this is because it now sees something better. it has a conscience. it knows that between civilized countries a war is a crime against civilization. it will still perpetrate peccadillos, to be sure. but it is afraid, afraid in the good sense of the word, to engage in absolute crimes against civilization.

学英语作文篇5

　　Hello, my friends! My name’s Sandy. Today, I will tell you an interesting story about rabbits. Look at me , now , I’m not Sandy but a mother rabbit. I have a happy family because of my three daughters.

　　They are very clever and lovely. In the morning , they have good habits . After they get up , And they have good habits. After they get up in the morning, they wash the face , brush the hair , clean the ears and blow the noses. They like singing and dancing , too . Now , let’s have a share , children , are you ready ? Yes, let’s go.Action , please!

学英语作文篇6

　　说起我老爸，那真是文理贯通，古今贯通，唯有english一窍不通。为此，老爸特意拜我为师，决定好好“恶补”一下英语。

　　为了保证学习质量，老爸专门买了一根充气狼牙棒。老爸说：“女儿啊，为了老爸能在最短的时间内学好英语，你一定要认认真真地教哦。若有丝毫怠慢，休怪我“棒下无情”！天啊，有这样的学生吗？

　　星期六，我正在看书，老爸突然跑过来问我“女儿，这个goaway（走开）什么意思？”我随口答道：“走开。”老爸一听训斥道：“你这个孩子，怎么没礼貌？快告诉我，这个单词是什么意思？”“走开！”我又大声地重复了一遍。“好！好！你竟然对我这么不尊重……”老爸一把抢走我的书，接着用狼牙棒“伺候”了我的头部。“哼，难道我不会查词典吗？过了一会儿，老爸拿着词典跑到我跟前说：“女儿啊，不好意思，老爸刚才误会你了，不过你也有责任，你要说清楚点嘛，害得我们误会一场。”我内心感叹：真是哑巴吃黄连——有苦说不出啊！

　　一天，老爸又来向我请教：“女儿这个word（单词）是啥意思啊？”“单词。”我答道。“废话，我当然知道它是英语单词。我是问它的'汉语意思。”“它的汉语意思就是单词嘛。”我不耐烦地回道。老爸又要拿狼牙棒，在这千钧一发之际，我以最快的速度翻开英语单词表，找到“word”的汉译，大声说：“且慢！您仔细审查一下。”老爸看完，不好意思地挠挠头说：“女儿啊，真对不起，这次我又错怪你了。”

　　好不容易等到老爸做饭去了，谁料厨房里又传来了老爸的声音：“女儿啊这个“sorry，idon’trnow”是什么意思？”我晕！我得快逃……

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