英文随笔怎么写

导语：随笔，顾名思义：随笔一记，是散文的一个分支，是议论文的一个变体，兼有议论和抒情两种特性，通常篇幅短小，形式多样，写作者惯常用各种修辞手法曲折传达自己的.见解和情感，语言灵动，婉而多讽，是言禁未开之社会较为流行的一种文体。随笔作为一种文学样式，是由法国散文家蒙田所创的。以下是小编整理英文随笔怎么写的资料，欢迎阅读参考。

The rain on the outside of the window, with the sound of children's game, looked out of the window, a blank, I don't know what I was thinking, water? Perhaps. I love the water, that is true, although until now I still can't swim, I often to think of myself as a yearning for the sea fish, live in the creek, imagine the vast sea, the sea laps, but to go to the sea, need to rush out of the swirl around the rapids, across the rapids, eventually jump longmen, reach the heart of the holy land. The journey is far, winding, and the end is out of reach, but I will try, I will try, I will not leave regret if I try my best.

I don't understand how difficult the road is, or how to handle it if we don't get to the end, but there is no doubt that if you don't try, you will never reach the end.

This seems to be just imagination, dare I? I don't have the courage to fly upwards again, I'm afraid of injured again, math exam 27 points is my forever scar, grandiloquence ashes in the past, all the frames on a failed in the exam, I dare not to have again test paper is unable to avoid. Twenty-seven, twenty-seven! A seemingly ridiculous score, a score of helplessness, a score that made teachers and classmates flabbergasted, a score that made me laugh! I'm finished? I'm finished!

Still raining outside the window, click the man hit the window, the children's voices don't know when to have stopped, I suddenly thought of for a walk along the river has been a long time haven't been to the river. The river flows gently, but far away, the river doesn't understand where he's going, but he's still running, quietly, quietly, towards the unknown. The water had become dirty, but there was no stopping it. I think I've figured out what to do.

The rain stopped and I re-examined myself. Pack your bags and head for your dream!

It's fine. The clouds must go away.

The jagged rocks of the earth are in the center of the earth, so heavy and heavy...

The English teacher speaks the key of grammar and the secret of learning English. The Chinese teacher said that he should read more and write more. Science teacher... Math... Social... Oh, slow down, boy, slow down. This can all be the essence, let me good digestion first!

"Na, not pa want to say, don't say, I in my heart not fit! Now in this society, where do you go to find a good job? If you don't go to the key middle school, how do you feel about going to college? Children, hard, take an examination of a good school, win honor for our father, your brother did they are not seriously study, at the moment is only you "every time call me dad, always little not this a few words, but I can quickly out of.

Strange stone, more and more earth in the center of the earth. Look. It was an ugly, black stone. No grass, bare, daunting. It is hard

Hold it in your arms. Listen. It's laughing, hahaha... People live because of me, the world exists for me! How arrogant! But I could not refute it with facts! A moment of desolation. Man, why are you born to hold this strange stone? Why is it increasing? !

The stone is not intuitive, it doesn't care about the surrounding sky because of it, regardless of the world because of it silence, still crazy growth.

A lot of scary sounds are going to be a little bit, and they're constantly yelling at me: you're going to have to get to the point, you're going to get to the point, you're going to focus on...

Do not understand how it now, but I believe that I became a "bad", at the moment seems everything is not so important to me, just like my brother said I "at the moment, your thoughts have not." Maybe!!!!

At the moment, I find that I am the only one who can defeat myself.

At dusk, the sunset of the beach is more beautiful, more lingering, let people not give up. Standing on the beach, watching the sunset glow bit by bit from the sky, there was an impulse to embrace it, but no one could stop it from falling.

Gazing at the calendar in 2015, the five characters in the middle are bold and eye-catching, with a strong personality -- forty-two weeks. I used to think that time was a card that never could be used up. It was an old record that could never be completed. Thus, indulged in extravagance, porcelain

To use. All of a sudden, the wind that brushed the face was the hand of time, and the wind in the ear was the language of time. So, reaching out to catch her, but too late, she slipped down the fingers and slipped away...

Remember yesterday was a dazed little girl, but the day will face high school, after all the birds fly, everyone set off on a new journey, start a new life, maybe some people never to the fierce competition of society, perhaps some people choose to stay in a transparent and pure campus, all the answers are all awards will be announced in the next year, next year's day, I will in where? I don't understand, I only understand that I need to work hard at this moment, in the flower of the years, to play a beautiful victory, the key point...

Blossom mango tree before, still thrive and grow, and stolen by the students before the egg bird's nest, still stay in the tree, used to study together, chatting together, students have a meal together, but now will respectively, all the laughter and tears, grace and hatred will stop in the mid-term exam that day, everything will be parting tears, spewing between tilting moment. Maybe some of the stronger people don't care, but who knows, his heart is boiling hot lava...

The sunset in the sunset, no one can keep it...

When it comes to crowding, it is natural to think of such a scene: people in the street crowded, people touching people, their heels touching their eyes, and the dark pressure of a big, full of heads! It's a shame.

Teachers always talk like our mother: don't squeeze when you're out of the classroom, and if you get too crowded, you'll kill. Like a middle school in hunan province, because of overcrowding and a lot of life... I always take these words as a side wind. One ear goes in, one ear goes out. "Hum! I could not have met such a thing!" But things are difficult, and god has let me see this "thrilling" scene.

I swallowed hard on the way to the examination room, I saw the crowd in front, I can not help wiping a sweat: this wall of people how should I cross? There seems to be only one way, that is to squeeze! I was desperately trying to get in. Behind all of a sudden, I feel seems to someone gave me a pair of, my center of gravity be unsteady, dadada three steps forward to fly across, and they see me so desperately, all give I get out of the way a "gold" and so on after stand firm, I found my last squeeze in, can not help secretly pleased: god deal with me. When I was to lift the foot, only to find that a big problem: that is my feet not open step 1 poor I like without a paddle boat in the sea, the wave drift, people left, right next to me was left down right down. This posture is a bit like the gorilla swing "life this boat, I am the master, by what I can not control?" When I think of it, I don't want to call it. "Why? The sky is speechless, only I tore my heart and lungs to scream. The people around me were surprised to hear my shouts, and when they saw someone's face distorted by anger, they were afraid to move aside. Then there was a wide "road" in the middle of the arm. I am ecstatic! To perform the unique skill of the one-door, the flight of the "hell" from the world.

After the event, I could only think of it, and I could not understand why people had to be crowded. Why isn't it good to have order up and down stairs?

There's no more dark day than this week! The intense smell of smoke filled the whole life, and it was stressful, exciting, and even tearful.

At the end of all the war, walking on the shiny playground and listening to the noise of the campus, it dawned on me that it was raining.

The campus in the rain is so beautiful that I can't bear to destroy the peace. So decided to hide in the playground, not let worry disturb the sacred rain... Suddenly, the song in my ear, "invisible wings".

"Not to think that they have a beautiful sun/I see changes in the sunset every day."

The scores of the four subjects have been published, and the eyes of the four subjects are rubbing their glasses and reading the red and Red Cross of the examination paper. The envy of the students who scored higher than themselves, the only way to cope with them was to laugh unsightly.

Gazing at the big pearl curtain between heaven and earth, the raindrops have been hard, so that they come to the world and join rivers to nourish the world. But who knows, how many raindrops have been vaporized upon the earth? And who knows, how many raindrops make the plants disappear? There must be many successful tests, and if the rain falls into the river, it will be long. The thought of it, my heavy heart was simple.

"I finally soar/focus on not being afraid/where the wind will fly."

The results of the remaining subjects were also published, and I ended the midterm exam with a good overall score. Feel satisfied with yourself, for the hard work has not been in vain.

But I still need to make a good summary and keep up the good work. Because there are more "exams" waiting for me. Life is a process of constantly improve themselves, well before summary, error correction, is a kind of perfect, also make sure there is enough confidence to solve similar problems, for "more happy".

As rain always falls, so many are vaporized and many will disappear. But there are more and more, is to join the life river, for the benefit of the world!

The thought of that thing, just like countless chicken feet in catch my insides, I deeply feel ashamed, as if there is a kind of say a depressive feeling, make me deeply but, that day is not should be ah...

It was a bright morning, and the sun was rising, and there was a lot of light in the air. But at this moment my heart is full of endless sorrow, because when I see my English listening homework was a word not moving moment, were appalled, breath the air conditioner. How could this be so? I thought, frowning. It felt as if fifteen buckets were pumping water - seven and eight. Impossible, I really can't believe this is true, why the other person worry things will come to me I don't understand, I doubt, comfortable but I had to deal with the fact that I didn't finish my homework. Time in my sad helplessness one minute passed by, watching the students hand in the work, I was suddenly more urgent like the hot pot of ants, perplexed. At that moment, a strange idea had to come to mind - copying homework. Time waits for no one, say is late, then quickly, I picked up the grateful English homework, did not hesitate to copy up, in case the teacher found that what should do! Consequence will be unimaginable, in spite of this, but I have to do so, at the moment this is the only way to go, have to with chuai chuai uneasy mood to continue to copy, to a lifesaver.

Though the matter has passed away over time, I have made an indelible impression in my little mind...

Every year, the first day of the year is a good day for the market. This day, whether in the city or countryside, come out to play, especially in the streets.

It was a very personal day, and even the people on the street had their heels on their heels and their shoulders rubbed against their shoulders. A park is also very lively, every place of the stall, a layer of people. It's just a sea of people.

But all around it is rubbish, and the trash can is clean. People are looking after their own convenience and throw it away. But there are so many people, every time everyone throws a piece of garbage, how many times the janitor bends back and we have to cherish the fruits of other people's labor.

The impolite phenomenon of a certain park still has! Someone shot the fish. It's not a real shot, but the fish will be in pain and will be in a coma! There is a man who is teaching his son to practice what they call "marksmanship". As long as the son was a big fish, he would get a lollipop, so his son worked hard. The fish was a poor target.

There are a lot of bad manners. On the first day of the New Year, many restaurants were busy, but they came to the park to wash dishes. On the clear water, there was a piece of rotten lettuce. The otherwise clean and beautiful park turned into a terrible garbage dump.

At the other end, the unknown cleaner was bending down, picking up.

My experience of winter vacation is some impolite phenomenon, but also let me see the worker of the dustman of work, unknown.

I expect less bad manners and less pressure on cleaning workers.

At the moment, everything was clear, but how uncomfortable I was in my heart for a few days, and no one understood my emotions. Do you understand that all this means that next semester I will be separated from my good friends to study in a parallel class.

Sitting at the window, looking up at the stars, wondering why the stars are so big and twinkling. But, in this quiet night, my heart is hard to calm, thinking of this semester in class 17, I think of my dear friend. I suddenly felt very sorry, because before that I have promised them I would never fall, never to leave 17 classes, but because the final exam is poor at the moment I fell out of the major work class, to the parallel class to study. At the same time, I also feel I'm sorry mom, because I asked mother said such a sentence: mom, please believe me, I will never let myself fall out, the results I fell from 175 to 175. This gap is hard to understand, but it is a fact, and I must pay for it.

In the middle of the night, I can't sleep in a bamboo bed. The wind was blowing gently, and a sweet smell of flowers. "How can you not sleep?" my mother whispered behind me. "Mom." I couldn't help it anymore, tears fell from my eyes. "what's that, baby? Why are you crying?" I cried again. "mom, I'm sorry, I failed in the exam." My mother touched my head and said, "it's ok. It's just a momentary misstep. I have faith in you." That night, I fell asleep with tears in my eyes. But in my sleep I cried again, and my pillow was wet.

When I woke up the next day, I rubbed my eyes and found that there was no pain like yesterday. Once again, the alarm sounds in my ear, I will try my best to return to my original class 17, please believe me.