（通用）學英語作文6篇

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學英語作文 篇1

　　Recently, the problem of environmental pollution is getting more and more serious.

　　The air pollution, noise pollution and water pollution are found on the newspaper everywhere.

　　It is obvious that we should do something to protect our earth. Because we have only one home.

　　We should try our best not to pollute the environment and appeal the people around us make their effort to protect our unique home.

　　近年來，環(huán)境污染問題越來越嚴重。

　　空氣污染，噪音污染,水污染是在報紙上隨處可見。

　　很明顯，我們應該做些什么來保護我們的地球。因為我們只有一個家。

　　我們要盡量不污染環(huán)境，還要呼吁我們周圍的人努力來保護我們唯一的.家園。

學英語作文 篇2

　　The animal is the friend of our human beings. We live in the same earth. Animals and human beings can’t be separated from each other. But some animals are getting less and less. So it’s necessary for us to protect animals, especially wild animals. Some people kill wild animal because of money. It’s illegal. Beside, because of the development of society, human needs more space to live in, so we explore the forest. Animals have less space to live in. The number of wild animals decreases year by year. It’s high time to take actions to protect wild animals.

　　動物是人類的朋友，我們共同生活在地球上。動物和人類不能彼此分離。但有些動物的數(shù)量越來越少，所以我們有必要去保護動物，特別是野生動物。一小部分人為了賺錢而去獵殺野生動物，這是違法行為。此外，由于社會的發(fā)展，人類需要更多的生活空間，所以要開發(fā)森林。然而動物的'生存空間卻變少了。野生動物的數(shù)量逐年減少，現(xiàn)在該是采取措施保護野生動物的時候了。

學英語作文 篇3

　　There are four people in my family. They are my parents, my sister and I. My parents always give us the best things they can provide, but they educate us to be a nice person. My sister and I sometimes will have argument, but we solve it soon and just like nothing happens. This is a classic family, and love is always around.

　　我們家有四口人，我的`父母，我的姐姐和我。我的父母總是把最好的給了我們，他們也教育我們要做一個好人。我妹妹和我有時會吵架，但我們很快就把問題解決了，就像什么也沒發(fā)生一樣。這是一個典型的家庭，愛無處不在。

學英語作文 篇4

　　One afternoon an old woman was crossing the street with a basket in her hand. She was going to do some shopping. Just then a car ran up fast and she was knocked down. One of her legs was hurt and she couldn't move any more. A kind cleaner saw whis and rushed to her at once. He helped her stand up and took her to the nearest hospital. What a warm-hearted man he was!

　　一天下午,一位老婦人手上提著籃子橫過馬路，準備去買東西。就在那時一輛跑得飛快的車把被撞倒了。她的`一條腿受傷了，動彈不得。一位熱心的清潔工人看到后立刻沖過去，幫助她站起來，帶她去最近的醫(yī)院。他真是一個熱心的人。

學英語作文 篇5

　　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.

學英語作文 篇6

　　may first is a sunday. and it is the labor’s day. my mother said to me :“open your eyes!and look out of the window. what a fine day! let’s go to park,” so my mother, my classmate and i went to the park.

　　we took some foods in my schoolbag. on the way to the park. i saw the blue sky with snow-white clouds. i saw pear trees and some apple trees and so on. below the trees, there are several kinds of flowers. it’s colorful, blue, red, yellow, pink, purple, orange and white. i saw some balloons and butterflies in the sky. i ate popcorn, cornflakes, banana and lollipop. they were wonderful.

　　in the afternoon, we went to the zoo. i visited the birds, mice, cats, dogs, budgies, hamsters, rabbits and so on.

　　may day is my favorite day!

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