有关英语日记作文合集八篇
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April 28th Saturday Fine
It was Saturday, just before May Day. My classmates and I went to the park nearby, we didnt go there for amusement but took part in voluntary labor.
We got there at 9:00. We were divided into three groups and then began working. The students in Group One planted trees and watered flowers. The task for Group Two was collecting the litter left about by tourists and cleaning the benches. The group I was in got to the Childrens Playground and wiped all the equipment clean. We worked very hard. At 11:00, when all the work was finished up, all my classmates met again. Although everyone was in a sweat, yet we felt happy because we had done good job.
4月28日星期六晴
就在五一节之前的星期六。我和我的同学去了附近的公园,我们没有去那里玩,而是参加了义务劳动。
我们九点到达那里。我们分成三组,然后开始工作。第一组的学生种植树木和浇花。第二组的任务是收集游客留下的垃圾和清理长凳。我一组到了儿童游乐场,把所有的设备都擦干净了。我们工作很努力。11点时,所有的工作都结束了,我所有的同学又见面了。虽然每个人都在流汗,但我们感到高兴,因为我们做得很好。
Today I was a little master of my home.
At first, I was very happy. I felt very relaxed. After a while, it was lunch time. Family members felt hungry, I went to the market to buy some food. I just can cook spinach. So I tried to find spinaches. I asked and asked. After a while, I bought something green to home but it wasn’t spinach, it was celery. In my family nobody likes celery. Luckily, I had a little money. It was enough to have lunch outside.
I felt relax when a got home. I decided to have a good rest. But my mother made me do a lot of housework……
I was crazy about taking a nap after a day work. And I know a lot about my mum now. She is very busy.
What a busy day!
May Day 五一
April 28th Saturday Fine
It was Saturday, just before May Day. My classmates and I went to the park nearby, we didn't go there for amusement but took part in voluntary labor.
We got there at 9:00. We were pided into three groups and then began working. The students in Group One planted trees and watered flowers. The task for Group Two was collecting the litter left about by tourists and cleaning the benches. The group I was in got to the Children's Play ground and wiped all the equipment clean. We worked very hard. At 11:00, when all the work was finished up, all my classmates met again. Although everyone was in a sweat, yet we felt happy because we had done good job.
4 月28 日(星期六)晴天
今天是星期六,是在五一劳动节之前。我和我的同学去附近的公园,我们不是去那里娱乐,而是去参加义务劳动。
我们在9:00到达那里。我们分为三组,然后开始工作。第一组学生种植树木和花草浇水。而第二组的任务是捡起游客留下的垃圾和清洁长凳。我在的组去了儿童游乐场给所有的设备清洁。我们工作很努力。在11:00,所有的工作都完成了,我的同学们再次集合。虽然每个人都满身是汗,但我们感到高兴,因为我们做了很好的工作。
May I write this diary in English?
Welcome to see my fleeings and thank you for caring about me. These days,I m busy in teaching,which is not quite easy in my opinion now."Never To Be A Teacher."I have been thinking so since long long ago. I believe, so do you. Right? We now have 10 students, all in senior one.Only two of them are girls.In the first ten dans,I taught all the four subjects ,in the moring and in the afternoon.I felt a little tired.But in the depth of my heart, I was so happy that I struggled myself out of the lonely and blue days.Believe life,believe our future.We need to do as much as we can to build a meaningful and wondful life,our short life.
I have also many other things to do in future.I can walk, run ,rush, even fly.I can be myself. Do you think so? Let s go on!!
armed with two over-packed suitcases, we arrived at the airport just in time for my flight。 "well, here we are, the airport," my sister said with a sigh。 as i watched her unload my luggage, i could see the sadness in her eyes。 this was not easy on her either。
we had both been dreading this moment for the past week。 one last hug and a final good-bye and i would be on my way to a new life abroad, leaving my beloved sister behind。all my life i had loved airports。 to me they were some kind of magic gateway to the world, a place from which to start great holidays and adventures。 but today it seemed like a cold and heartless place。
as we made our way to the gate we passed through a busload of frustrated holiday goers and their screaming children。 i looked at my sister and even though her eyes were filled with tears, she was trying to keep a brave face。 "you better go or you'll miss your flight," she said。"i am just going to walk away and not look back," i said, "that would just be too hard。"
as i held her one last time she whispered, "don't worry about me, i'll be just fine。" "i'll miss you," i replied, and with those last words i was off。 as promised, i did not look back, but by the time i reached the custom's office i was sobbing。 "cheer up, love," the tall customs officer said with a smile。 "it's not the end of the world, you know。" but to me it was the end of the world, as i had known it。while boarding the plane i was still crying。 i did not have the energy to put my bag in the overhead locker, so i stuffed it on the empty seat next to mine。 as i settled into my chair, a feeling of sadness overwhelmed me。 i felt like my best friend had just been taken away from me。
growing up, my sister and i would do everything together。 born barely fifteen months apart we not only looked alike, we were alike。 we both had that same mix of curiosity and fear of all things unknown to us。one sunny summer day i was playing outside on the grass when she came up to me and said, "want to come to the attic?" we both knew that the answer to that question was always 'yes。'
we were frightened of the attic but also fascinated by its smells and sounds。 whenever one of us needed something, the other one would come along。 together we would fight the life-size spiders and battle through the numerous boxes until we found what we needed。over time the visits to the attic became less scary。 eventually there came a time when we would go by ourselves, but my sister and i stayed as close as ever。 when the time came for us to go to college, what better way than for us to go together。
my parents were pleased because that way we could 'keep an eye on each other' and of course report back on what the other one was up to。 but now that our college days were over and i was off to a foreign country, all i had left were my memories。
the plane shook heavily and the bag that i had shoved onto the seat next to me fell on the floor。 my aspirin, hairbrush and a copy of the book i planned to read were spread on the floor。
i bent over to gather them up when i saw an unfamiliar little book in the middle of my belongings。 it was not until i picked it up that i realized that it was a diary。 the key had been carefully placed in the lock so i opened it。
immediately i recognized my sister's handwriting。 "hi sis, what a day it has been today。 first you let me know that you are moving abroad and then my boss。。。"
only then did i realize that my sister had been keeping a diary for the past month and that she was now passing it on to me。 she had been scheming to start the diary for the past year but now the time seemed right。 i was to write in it for the next couple of months and then send it back to her。
i spent the rest of the flight reading about my sister's comings and goings。 and even though a large ocean separated us, at some point it felt like she was actually there。 it was only when i thought that i had lost my best friend that i realized that she was going to be around forever。