求2篇初中英语作文..求两篇英语作文,1:我的暑假生活2:新学期计划这两个题目,最好每个多几篇...也别太长 `大约100-200词`(不过也无所谓,我可以组装哈)额` 反正我没去旅游..好像光在家玩电脑

求2篇初中英语作文..求两篇英语作文,1:我的暑假生活2:新学期计划这两个题目,最好每个多几篇...也别太长 `大约100-200词`(不过也无所谓,我可以组装哈)额` 反正我没去旅游..好像光在家玩电脑
求2篇初中英语作文..
求两篇英语作文,
1:我的暑假生活
2:新学期计划
这两个题目,最好每个多几篇...也别太长 `大约100-200词`(不过也无所谓,我可以组装哈)
额` 反正我没去旅游..好像光在家玩电脑叻`1 汗 这个不能说哈.老师会掐死我的 就说暑假里看书,游泳,学习`..都行哈` 计划那个 就写我要怎么努力学习--学英语.比如每天听录音`好好写作业等等哈
对了`别太长额`我看着眼晕
再提高50分
怎么没人理我呢?再+50 -
我下了哈 下午来拿 ^-^

求2篇初中英语作文..求两篇英语作文,1:我的暑假生活2:新学期计划这两个题目,最好每个多几篇...也别太长 `大约100-200词`(不过也无所谓,我可以组装哈)额` 反正我没去旅游..好像光在家玩电脑
上网上一搜就好啦~干嘛要浪费那么多分 奇怪

我不会，英语没学好，只知道你好，请坐，和我爱你这几个单词，呵呵。我来灌水的

I live in the summer
Finally leave, I complete the first operation, and secondly, I should change the colorful summer, in addition to the many school activities, the network has become my faithful...

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I live in the summer
Finally leave, I complete the first operation, and secondly, I should change the colorful summer, in addition to the many school activities, the network has become my faithful partner.
When students talked about the experience of the Internet, the Internet often those students are always in high spirits and talked a lot, I can only quietly next to share in the share of other people happy, I really envy them! Summer's day, I The father I want to talk about the aspirations of Internet access, my father agreed, I excitedly jumped a beverage high. I thought the next day, the local broadband services on the Centre's staff to help us get through the broadband network. At this time, I really see our own broadband.
On the first broadband network to meet my request, I no longer under the scorching sun to a bookstore to buy books, simply open the computer, type a few letters, then Dianji Xia mouse, can be found on the web site, a lot of books, More of the "Internet", "Chinese Children's Network", "red mud village" and so on, everything really, more convenient. At this time, my father wanted to: There are children to see the page, should not we adults look at the page? «It seems that my father did not really understand the use of network, my father told me his thoughts, I plainclothes The way to a Hendong, said: "The rich and varied content of the Internet, not only children can find the necessary electronic newspapers and magazines, adults also must be able to find the necessary information," he Jiangxinjiangyi and saw me enter Zhoucun at the net, on the screen immediately shows that the father would like to know the contents, then Dianji Xia mouse, which will show news article immediately in our eyes, I found the "Zhoucun District SARS prevention Advanced collectives and individuals commended the General Assembly "," security report "… a wide range of very interesting story, and are illustrated. Soon her mother also joined the Internet into our lives, but also often see the Internet more drama, computer network access to gradually because of the high status of the television. This summer the online life really interesting! Internet, I like a pair of long telescope, what information can see, for example: the United States and the war in Afghanistan, Pakistan and the war with Israel, and China's college entrance examination this year of the new situation, and so on And so on, that is enriching the life of my summer, an increase of my knowledge, but also opened up my horizons and increase understanding of the world… of course, these should be attributed to the telescope - the broadband network, these days we are all - Three people have entered a state of war, but our "war" is not any competition for the site, but the first day of competition on the broadband network of "priority."

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My Holiday
The summer holiday is coming. I don′t go to travel .Evely day, I get up at 8am . Then I have breakfast and do my homework. At 12 o'clock ,I sleep. In the afternoon ...

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My Holiday
The summer holiday is coming. I don′t go to travel .Evely day, I get up at 8am . Then I have breakfast and do my homework. At 12 o'clock ,I sleep. In the afternoon ,I play sports with my friends and play computer games. In the evening ,I watch TV. Sometimes I go swimming and listen to the radio. I am very happy. Are you happy ?

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The summer vacation had come round again. I was happy that I could forget about school at least for a while. Lest I fool around all through this summer vacation, I made a plan as to how to spend it. F...

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The summer vacation had come round again. I was happy that I could forget about school at least for a while. Lest I fool around all through this summer vacation, I made a plan as to how to spend it. First, I thought I should go over all those things my teachers taught in the previous term so that I could have a better understanding of them. Then I thought I should take up some forms of exercise, such as walking, running and rowing, to keep me physically strong. It stood to reason that with such a good plan I should make the best of my vacation time. I did, because I lived up to what I had planned.
When I sat at the desk, trying to write the essay, I found it hard to set pen to paper. Staring at the topic I deliberately chose for myself "my mother", I felt the memory of 20 years with my mother suddenly turned into a haze, blurring my eyes to discern the past, with nothing towering, nothing flaring, nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark. The haze gradually cleared away, revealing the image of an amicable woman. I recalled a line from the famous movie "Sleepless in Seattle". The radio column hostess asked Sam, "What's so special about your wife?" He answered, "That's millions of small things." Right,trivial and commonplace, like obscure beans, yet woven into the most spectacular necklace by the power of love. My mother is ordinary, but in my eyes she is special.
My mother gave birth to me with exceptionally difficult labor. Father received an emergency notice and was faced with a choice between the adult and the infant. Of course,the adult. So my coming into this world was an unexpected fortune at the price of Mother's painful insistence. Thus my 20 years began like this my mother exerted every effort to give me love, but I returned her with a deep scar that was to stay with her all through my growth.
My mother is a senior high school English teacher. Under standably, she wanted her daughter to pick up English early to give her an edge to later study, which I did not understand at the age of eight. I was so obsessed with fun and games that I hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and odd words. I wondered what pleasure Mother seemed to have found in teaching me A,B, C. Wasn't teaching at school tire some enough for her? I went on strike, refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or severe Mother tried to be with me. For the first time in my life, Mother beat me, imprinting on my mind. The physical pain was gone long, long ago. But I have finally come to understand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience, and I ache at her pain.
Mother never gave up evoking in me an interest in knowledge. She placed the most emphasis on my education and took the most pleasure in my gradual formation of self-discipline in preparing myself for future development. Thanks to her effort and influence, I have been doing well, not only in English, but also in my positive attitudes and conviction towards life.
Now I am so grateful to my mother for everything she has taught me, but at that time it was far beyond my comprehension. As a little girl, I thought of my mother as meticulous and my father as a best playmate. I still remember I wrote in my elementary school a composition dedicated to my father about how he cared for me. Naturally Mother felt she was ignored, so I wrote another one for Mother, intending to tell her she was so good a teacher that she sometimes had only students on mind and neglected her daughter. Unexpectedly, Mother was gloomed and her eyes went wet. I am so sorry now for that affected composition. I am Mother's daughter, and I am Mother's student. I could never be neglected by Mother, because I am the forever scar on her body, the forever pain on her mind, yet the forever bliss in her life.
I did not write much in the past about Mother's love for me. Today, this essay is for her, and for her only. I wish to let her know my regret and gratitude. I wish she could hear, "I love you, Mother."
When I sat at the desk, trying to write the essay, I found it hard to set pen to paper. Staring at the topic I deliberately chose for myself "my mother", I felt the memory of 20 years with my mother suddenly turned into a haze, blurring my eyes to discern the past, with nothing towering, nothing flaring, nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark. The haze gradually cleared away, revealing the image of an amicable woman. I recalled a line from the famous movie "Sleepless in Seattle". The radio column hostess asked Sam, "What's so special about your wife?" He answered, "That's millions of small things." Right,trivial and commonplace, like obscure beans, yet woven into the most spectacular necklace by the power of love. My mother is ordinary, but in my eyes she is special.
My mother gave birth to me with exceptionally difficult labor. Father received an emergency notice and was faced with a choice between the adult and the infant. Of course,the adult. So my coming into this world was an unexpected fortune at the price of Mother's painful insistence. Thus my 20 years began like this my mother exerted every effort to give me love, but I returned her with a deep scar that was to stay with her all through my growth.
My mother is a senior high school English teacher. Under standably, she wanted her daughter to pick up English early to give her an edge to later study, which I did not understand at the age of eight. I was so obsessed with fun and games that I hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and odd words. I wondered what pleasure Mother seemed to have found in teaching me A,B, C. Wasn't teaching at school tire some enough for her? I went on strike, refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or severe Mother tried to be with me. For the first time in my life, Mother beat me, imprinting on my mind. The physical pain was gone long, long ago. But I have finally come to understand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience, and I ache at her pain.
Mother never gave up evoking in me an interest in knowledge. She placed the most emphasis on my education and took the most pleasure in my gradual formation of self-discipline in preparing myself for future development. Thanks to her effort and influence, I have been doing well, not only in English, but also in my positive attitudes and conviction towards life.
Now I am so grateful to my mother for everything she has taught me, but at that time it was far beyond my comprehension. As a little girl, I thought of my mother as meticulous and my father as a best playmate. I still remember I wrote in my elementary school a composition dedicated to my father about how he cared for me. Naturally Mother felt she was ignored, so I wrote another one for Mother, intending to tell her she was so good a teacher that she sometimes had only students on mind and neglected her daughter. Unexpectedly, Mother was gloomed and her eyes went wet. I am so sorry now for that affected composition. I am Mother's daughter, and I am Mother's student. I could never be neglected by Mother, because I am the forever scar on her body, the forever pain on her mind, yet the forever bliss in her life.
I did not write much in the past about Mother's love for me. Today, this essay is for her, and for her only. I wish to let her know my regret and gratitude. I wish she could hear, "I love you, Mother."

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跟我说说你假期都干嘛了..帮你写写..
你有什么计划么？
给中文大概的内容好了~