【精品】英语高中作文6篇
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英语高中作文 篇1
there were three of them. there were four of us, and april lay on the campsite and on the river, a miture of dawn at a damp etreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. this was deer lodge on the pine river in ossipee, new hampshire, though the lodge was naught but a foundation remnant in the earth. brother bentleys father, oren, had found this place sometime after the first world war, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude abounding here. now we were here, post world war ii, post korean war, vietnam war on the brink. so much learned, so much yet to learn.
peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a cooper hawk that had smashed down through trees for a squealing rabbit, yap of a fo at a youngster, a skunk at rooting.
we had pitched camp in the near darkness, ed leblanc, brother bentley, walter ruszkowski, myself. a dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a loggers path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought wed again have no traffic, came a growling engine, an old solid body van, a chevy, the kind i had driven for frankie pike and the lobster pound in lynn delivering lobsters throughout the merrimack valley. it had pre-ww ii high fenders, a faded black paint on a body youd swear had been hammered out of corrugated steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer of ammunition on the band. they could have been conscripts for emilano zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.
"mornin, been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. his hands were large, the fingers long and i could picture them in a shop barn working a primal plane across the face of a maple board. custom-made, old elegance, those hands said.
< 2 >
"barely had coffee," ed leblanc said, the most vocal of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "weve got a whole pot almost. have what you want." the pot was pointed out sitting on a hunk of grill across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. the pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, wed gone back to get it. when we fished the pine river, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though wed often unearth our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. it is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon in you, stoke last evenings cheese and pepperoni. first man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. that means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers of false dawn. i suspect thats where "scrambled eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. so, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.
"youre early enough for eggs and bacon if you need a start." eddie added, his invitation tossed kindly into the morning air, his smile a match for morning sun, a man of welcomes. "we have hot cakes, kulbassa, home fries, if you want." we have the food of kings if you really want to know. there were nights we sat at his kitchen table at 101 main street, saugus, massachusetts planning the trip, planning each meal, planning the campsite. some menus were founded on a case of beer, a late night, a curse or two on the ride to work when day started.
"been there aready," the other man said, his weaponry also noted by us, a little more orderly in its presentation, including an old boy scout sash across his chest, the galay of flies in supreme positioning. they were old yankees, in the face and frame the pair of them undoubtedly brothers, staunch, written into early routines, probably had been up at three oclock to get here at this hour. they were taller than we were, no fat on their frames, wide-shouldered, big-handed, barely coming out of their reserve, but fishermen. that fact alone would win any of us over. obviously, theyd been around, a heft of time already accrued.
< 3 >
then the pounding came, from inside the truck, as if a tire iron was beating at the sides of the vehicle. it was not a timid banging, not a minor signal. bang! bang! it came, and bang! again. and the voice of authority from some place in space, some regal spot in the universe. "im not sitting here the livelong day whilst you boys gab away." a toothless meshing came in his words, like walter brennan at work in the jail in rio bravo or some such movie.
"comin, pa," one of them said, the most orderly one, the one with the old scout sash riding him like a bandoleer.
they pulled open the back doors of the van, swung them wide, to show his venerable self, ageless, white-bearded, felt hat too loaded with an arsenal of flies, sitting on a white wicker rocker with a rope holding him to a piece of vertical angle iron, the crude kind that could have been on early subways or trolley cars. across his lap he held three delicate fly rods, old as him, thin, bamboo in color, probably too slight for a lakes three-pounder. but on the pine river, upstream or downstream, under alders choking some parts of the rivers flow, at a significant pool where side streams merge and phantom trout hang out their eternal promise, most elegant, fingertip elegant.
"oh, boy," eddie said at an aside, "theres the boss man, and look at those tools." admiration leaked from his voice.
rods were taken from the caring hands, the rope untied, and his venerable self, white wicker rocker and all, was lifted from the truck and set by our campfire. i was willing to bet that my sister pat, the dealer in antiques, would scoop up that rocker if given the slightest chance. the old one looked about the campsite, noted clothes drying from a previous days rain, order of equipment and supplies aligned the way we always kept them, the canvas of our tent taut and true in its epanse, our fishing rods off the ground and placed atop the flyleaf so as not to tempt raccoons with smelly cork handles, no garbage in sight. he nodded.
we had passed muster.
"you the ones leave it cleaner than you find it ever year. we knowed sunthin bout you. never disturbed you afore. but we share the good spots." he looked closely at brother bentley, nodded a kind of recognition. "your daddy ever fish here, son?"
< 4 >
brother must have passed through the years in a hurry, remembering his father bringing him here as a boy. "a ways back," brother said in his clipped north saugus fashion, outlander, specific, no waste in his words. old oren bentley, it had been told us, had walked five miles through the unknown woods off route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite, the remnants of an old lodge, and a great curve in the pine river so that a miles walk in either direction gave you three miles of stream to fish, upstream or downstream. paradise up north.
his venerable self nodded again, a man of signals, then said, "knowed him way back some. met him at the iron bridge. we passed a few times." instantly we could see the story. a whole history of encounter was in his words; it marched right through us the way knowledge does, as well as legend. he pointed at the coffeepot. "the boysll be off, but my days down there get cut up some. ill sit a while and take some of thet." he said thet too pronounced, too dramatic, and it was a short time before i knew why.
the white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion, his head nodded again. he spoke to his sons. "you boys be back no moren two-three hours so these fellers can do their things too, and keep the place tidied up."
the most orderly son said, "sure, pa. two-three hours." the two elderly sons left the campsite and walked down the path to the banks of the pine river, their boots swishing at thigh line, the most elegant rods pointing the way through scattered limbs, eperience on the move. trout beware, we thought.
"we been carpenters fever," he said, the clip still in his words. "those boys a mine been some good at it too." his head cocked, he seemed to listen for their departure, the leaves and branches quiet, the murmur of the stream a tinkling idyllic music rising up the banking. old venerable himself moved the wicker rocker forward and back, a small timing taking place. he was hearing things we had not heard yet, the whole symphony all around us. eddie looked at me and nodded his own nod. it said, "im paying attention and i know you are. this is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the river we love, that we come to twice a year, in may with the mayflies, in june with the black flies." the gift and the scourge, wed often remember, having been both scarred and sewn by it.
< 5 >
brother was still at memory, we could tell. silence we thought was heavy about us, but there was so much going on. a bird talked to us from a high limb. a fo called to her young. we were on the pine river once again, nearly a hundred miles from home, in paradise.
"names roger treadwell. boys are nathan and truett." the introductions had been accounted for.
old venerable roger treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leaned forward and said, "you boys wouldnt have a couple spare beers, would ya?"
now thats the way to start the day on the pine river.
英语高中作文 篇2
A Foreign English Teacher
Our school, Shiyan Middle School in Fuling, was founded only four years ago. It is rather a new school, but now it is getting well-known for its teahing. We have a foreign English teacher, named Hans Barthel. He is the only foreign English teacher in all the schools in our city.
Hans is a tall man with blue eyes. He comes from Munich , in Germany. That is to say, German is his native language and yet he masters several foreign languages, including English. He teaches us spoken English. I still remember the first time he asked me to answer a very easy question, but I was too nervous to answer it, standing dumbfounded. He smiled, encouraged me and let me sit down. From then on, I made up my mind to study English harder.
One evening I plucked up my courage to visit Hans. When I rang the doorbell, he came out and let me in. At first I was a bit nervous when talking with him. To make me feel easy he spoke very slowly, and I could understand quite well. I was so glad that I felt quite at home. Now, I always go to his room on Saturdays. We talk a lot and watch TV together. With his help, my spoken English greatly improved.
Hans is learning Chinese all by himself. He can speak some Chinese now. He can talk with our Chinese teachers. If he doesn＇t know how to say a certain thing in Chinese, he will ask us to teach him till he can say it correctly.
On Christmas I sent him a gift, which he accepted. He spent that evening merrily with us Chinese students and didn＇t feel lonely at all.
This is Hans, a kind man and a good English teacher.
英语高中作文 篇3
Instant noodles are great to eat no matter what the situation may be. They are easy, extremely quick to make and require little knowledge to make them taste delicious.
First, the noodles must be placed in a bowl with about five hundred milliliters of boiling water. There is a small package with spices(usually included) that should be added into the noodles. Cover the container and wait for about three minutes until the noodles are soft. Upon lifting the cover you will find a tasty and filling dish that took you less than five minutes to make.
So if you're in a hurry or just craving for instant noodles, tear open a package and see for yourself just how easy it is.
在任何情况下方便面都是食用佳品。食用方便、迅速，而且不需要什么知识。
首先，用大约500毫升的沸水将方便面泡在碗里。把一小包调料(通常已备好)放在面条里，盖上容器不要管它，大约三分钟后面条变软。当打开盖后你就会吃到荚味、加好调料的面了。整个过程不到五分钟。
如果你忙碌或只是想吃到方便面，打开一包自己试试，真是太容易了。
英语高中作文 篇4
Skiing is a desirable activity fro＇ young people. It provides the excitement that the youth is commonly seeking. The skiers can enjoy the thrill of gliding at tremendous speed down a gleaming,white mountain slope. Often, with split second tinting, they must dodge trees, stumps, and rocks——or find themselves suddenly sprawling in the snow. If they have more than average skill, they can sall through the air in breathtaking leaps and jumps that bring excitement to the onlookers as well. True, there is danger in this excitement,but that is a risk the youth enjoys. Furthermore, skiing is healthful.
It provides exercise, often very strenuous as the skiers trudge up a mountain path or work their way on skis up a slope of deep snow. The best of skiers know that they need strong muscles to successfully control their skis, so they exercise to keep themselves physically fit. Another desirable feature is the companionship that usually develops wherever skiers gather. Friendships grow quickly on the slopes and in the usual nearby shelter where the skiers find food, warmth, and rest. Their experiences of the day and their youthfulness easily draw these people together in happy fellowship.
英语高中作文 篇5
It’s a good option for college students to join the army. Army is the important constitution in a country. Nowadays, many college students prefer to be soldiers. Why?
参军对于大学生来说是一个很好的选择。军队是一个国家最重要的组成部分。如今，很多大学生都愿意去参军，是什么原因呢?
Firstly, there are many preferential policies for college students to join the army, such as tuition waiver, wage subsidy. What’s more, I consider join the army can strengthen our mind. In my opinion, it’s the most important reason to join the army. Whatever you are a student or others, two years’ training can build a strong body, too.
首先，大学生参军有很多优惠政策，如减免学费，工资补贴。更重要的是，我认为参军可以丰富我的想法。在我看来，这是参军最重要的原因，不管你是一名学生或其他人，两年的培训可以练就一个强壮的身体。
I want to join the army. My family is delighted to my decision. Because I want to be a great and strong woman and change my images in front of my friends. More importantly, I would like to experience the army life; I think it will be a colorful moment in my whole life.
我想参军。我的家人对我的决定感到很高兴。因为我想成为一个伟大而坚强的'女人，并且改变我在我朋友面前的形象。更重要的是，我想体验一下军旅生活;我觉得那会是在我的整个人生中丰富多彩的时刻。
英语高中作文 篇6
As the Rio Olympic Game is coming, the media pay a lot of attention to the players. Of course, the players with attractive faces and wonderful body shapes are always favored by the audience. Recently, Chinese swimming player Ning Zetao is very hot, before he joined this stage, he had already got fame in China. Chinese girls are so crazy about him, for he not only has talent in swimming, but also looks very handsome. Since the foreign media reported him, foreign girls are also fascinated by him. A famous female star posted his picture and then wrote down the words to show her likeness. There is no doubt that Ning as the young player, has caught the world’s attention and he is potential. Though he has been famous for some time, he still works very hard and refused the media’s interview.
里约热内卢奥运会即将到来,媒体十分关注运动员。当然,有着迷人面孔和完美身材的运动员总是深受观众的青睐。最近,中国游泳运动员宁泽涛很热门,在他加入这个舞台之前,他已经在中国出名了。中国女孩很喜欢他,不仅因为他在游泳方面有天赋,而且看起来很帅气。自从外国媒体报道他以来,外国女孩也为他着迷。一个著名的女明星贴了他的照片,然后写下一些话来表示对他的'喜爱。毫无疑问,宁作为年轻球员,引起了全世界的关注,他有潜力。虽然他之前就已经出名,但他仍然努力地训练，拒绝了媒体的采访。
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