在平时的学习、工作或生活中，说到作文，大家肯定都不陌生吧，借助作文人们可以实现文化交流的目的。怎么写作文才能避免踩雷呢？读书之法，在循序而渐进，熟读而精思，本文是爱岗敬业的小编阿青给大伙儿收集整理的11篇小学生英语作文，欢迎参考阅读。
一听到英语单词，每一个学生都会感到头疼。但有个理念是“只要努力，一切接皆有可能。”
一天，又到了英语课。这时候小明是胆战心惊，因为他并没有把一个单词完完整整地记住。但又令他们不幸的是，今天老师来了个突然袭击——单词大抽查。“小明，上讲台上去听写。”老师一声喊到，这时候似乎他的心都已经凉了一大截。他慢吞吞地走上去，他是多么想回到没被抽到时。站在讲台上时，他的双腿是抖个不停。但在写单词时，手更是抖个不停。不一会儿，一些乱糟糟的单词在他的笔下写出。“啊，他看着自己写的单词心想到，今天可真的是完玩了。”老师一看他写的单词，似乎头上都冒着火星。但小明可够机灵，主动地把手给伸出来。虽然他怕被老师打手心，但他想到是自己没去记。他是认识到自己的错误才主动伸出手的。老师打了他两板，他咬紧双牙，眼泪没流下来。
从此以后，他就开始发奋地学习。每天晚上学到学校寝室关灯都还不肯休息，就在走廊里读上一个小时的单词。早上，不知他什么时候他又从温暖的被窝里爬了起来，把单词读了一个小时才到教室里去早读。
他开始对英语如痴如迷，空闲时都把单词挂在嘴边。英语似乎已经融入了他的生活里。如果英语一下子不存在的话，他就会像生了病一样。
从此以后，他再也没被老师批评过了。而且他还成了他们班上的一个英语高手。
I have a pet. It's a dog. Its name is Xiao Li. It's very cute. It has white fur and black eyes. I like playing with it.
Every morning, I take Xiao Li for a walk. It usually runs and jumps happily. In the afternoon, I usually feed it. It eats chicken and dog food. At night, I usually play with it again.
I love my pet very much. It's my best friend.
I love to eat candy so much, I like the sweet flavor and its colorful appearance. I always ask my mother to buy me all kinds of candy, but she refuses all the time, she says eating too much candy is not good for my health. What she says is true, my teeth ache when I eat too much candy, so I learn the lesson and won’t eat candy all the time.
Hello everyone!
My name is Yang Zimiao. I’m 9 years old. I’m inZhengDongPrimary school. I am in third grade class eleven. I am glad to stand here. My topic is I have a good friend.
My good friend is Li Yuexin. She is very pretty, and she is tall and slim. She has long hair and big eyes. She is 10 years old. She can dance very well. We often play and study together. She is a good girl! Teachers and classmates are all like her.
That’s all ! Thank you!
My father is long with a black hair, a pair of bright and piercing eyes, big nose, looks very handsome, there is a problem - love to drink.
A father came back from work to see the table with two bottles of Wuliangye, my father suddenly enraptured, "ah! Great! Great!" Said, my father flew past, pick up the bottle to drink, "Gudong Gudong 。.。 。.。" Breath to drink a bottle, and then picked up another bottle, so that two bottles of Wuliangye is also no left. Dad after drinking, said to me: "go! And I went to thousands of passengers Long supermarket, I bought you a car to go!
Come back, my father riding a crooked, my heart is very afraid, urging my father to ride, my father said: "Nothing! Nothing!" Said, the car just like the earth embrace. "Oh 。.。 。.。" my ass broke the flowers, my father quickly worried to ask me: "how ah, did not fall?" Looked at my father look anxious, I had to say: "nothing!" Then I squeaked and said: "Dad, you - after - do not drink -" Dad lowered his head and said: "Well!" Look at my father's appearance, I laughed.
This is my dad, i love my daddy.
Do you remember, "there is no road in the world, and there are many people walking, and they have become roads."." Whose mouth is it? Can you remember who is writing "some people died and he is still alive"? Youre right！ Mr. Lu Xun. He is the man I admire most.
I was impressed by his image of Mr. Lu Xun. The shaggy hair, though it looked messy, was very spiritual; each one stood erect. A thin yellow face is unforgettable. His eyes were small, but he was so divine that he dared not look straight at him, but gave him infinite strength.
His "from" Baicao garden to Sanwei experience of reading pleasure; "drama" feel the innocence of happiness. He is a monumental monument in the history of Chinese literature; he is a giant of literature! From him, we can read the true, the good and the beautiful of human nature, and read black and white, right and wrong.
The real reason why I worship Mr. Lu Xun is because he is a God who leaves all saints. He is a real man in the strict sense! His love and hate, down-to-earth, noble moral character; he was "willing ox bow"!
He said, "time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to push, you always have it."." Time for everyone is fair, diligent will strive to catch up, to earn, to squeeze; lazy people do not want to squeeze, to earn, he will never have. Mr. Lu Xun is a hard worker who can squeeze his time and control his time. His health, working and living conditions are not good, but he works until midnight every day, second days and sleepless nights.
He has been tolerant of us in his fathers mind, waiting for us. Let us go out of the impetuous sea, and later generations of identity, with a secular heart, and his soul dialogue!
The moon is round, but it must be in the Mid Autumn Festival, the circle is so perfect, without a gap. Although there are some blemishes on the surface of the moon, the imperfections make the moon itself more perfect and seem more mundane and more cordial, rather than giving a hazy beauty. The moon on the night of the Mid Autumn Festival is especially clear and bright, just like the family's love for you is so thorough and pure.。.。.。
This is the first Mid Autumn Festival holiday, I really don't know what's interesting is what can be done. I said to myself. A person standing on the balcony, looking at the sunset, the hearts of countless vague thoughts, perhaps a bit sad, perhaps a bit sad, in short, not clear, endless, strange feeling. Why don't you show us the moon?。 My mother suddenly appeared behind me, and made me shake. After returning to God, ask the mother: "you mean to sit foolishly on the balcony, and then Ken a broken moon cake?" Do you think it's boring? My mother patted me on the shoulder. I nodded, and we had the time to be together. Usually you were in school, and your father was going out on business and on business. I could say I was left alone at the end of the day.。.。.。 Mom said nothing, then suddenly said, "well, now that you don't want to go with us, go to bed early."。 Accompany, accompany. I said helplessly, because I found my mother had been very unhappy. At this time, the sky in my inadvertently dark, but not all dark, but the sunset and the night of the blend, especially beautiful.
I promised my mother's request, so after dinner, my parents and I sit on the balcony to see the moon, I didn't feel what, but gradually, I suddenly felt some strange joy, ears sounded gradually some movie soundtrack, such as "pianist" of the "Playinglove" etc.。 So I asked my mother, "have you seen" Piano pianist "？" Have seen. Mom replied, "I found a common language at last."。 What do you think of the music in it? I continued. Very beautiful. Mom replied, "how do you feel?" Same as you do。 I answered, and we laughed.。.。.。
It seems that the moon has a special power that brings us together with our family, but gradually I find that this power is not only from the moon, but also from our parents. It is really a wonderful feeling. Thank you for the power of the moon.。.。.。
月有阴晴圆缺，但在中秋节那天一定是圆的，圆的是那么完美，没有一点缺口。虽然月亮表面有些瑕疵，但那些瑕疵使本身过于完美的月亮显得更为平凡，更为亲切，而不是给人一种朦胧的美。中秋节那夜的月亮格外清晰，格外明亮，就好比家人对你的爱是如此的透彻，纯洁……
这是第一次中秋节放假，真不知道有什么有趣的是可以做。我自言自语道。一人站在阳台上，望着夕阳，心中涌现出无数说不清的思绪，也许有几分凄凉，也许有几分伤感，总之说不清，数不完，感觉怪怪的。要不陪我们赏月吧。妈妈突然出现在我身后，让我振了振。回过神后，问妈妈：你是指傻傻地坐在阳台边，然后肯一个破月饼？� 我点了点头，我们好不容易才有空可以在一起，平时你在学校，你爸又要应酬，出差，可以说每次只留下我孤零零的一个……妈妈没有说下去，然后突然说道：算了，既然你不想陪我们就早点睡吧。陪就陪吧。我无奈的说道，因为我发现妈妈已经很不高兴了。这时，天空在我不经意的情况下暗了起来，但不是全暗，而是夕阳和夜晚的交融，格外美丽。
我答应了妈妈的请求，于是晚饭过后，我与父母坐在阳台边看月亮，起初没什么感觉，但渐渐的，我突然感到某些奇特的快乐，耳边逐渐响起了一些电影原声带，例如《海上钢琴师》的《Playinglove》等。于是我问身边的妈妈：看过《海上钢琴师》吗？看过。妈妈回答，总算找到共同语言了。你觉得里面的音乐怎么样？我继续问道。很美。妈妈回答，你感觉怎么样？和你一样。我回答，说着我们便笑了起来……
这月亮似乎有一种特殊的力量将我们与家人凝聚在一起，但逐渐我发现这种力量并不单单来自月亮，还来自我们身边的父母，真是一种奇妙的感觉。感谢月亮带来的这种力量……
不喜欢英语我不喜欢英语，一看到那眼花缭乱的字母我就想睡觉。
在英语课上，黑板上，老师不停地在黑板上写英语，我也努力的在记，可是我根本不懂老师在讲什么，一直叽哩叽哩的叫，我的脑都听晕了，什么东西啊！英语，我不理解的东西，为什么这么多人喜欢英语呢？只要你不出国，学了英语也没用啊！哎，没有办法，如果时光能快一点就好了。我爷爷呀想办法把我弄进外国语，可是英语实在是太难了，我又不感兴趣，再弄我还是进不去啊。
什么English啦！什么hai什么sorry会说就行了，何必那么大费力气呢？我真搞不懂大人的心里在想什么？英语啊英语，你为什么会这么厉害呢？你弱不行吗？英语让我想到如果能有一台机器只要把你要学的课本放在里面，戴上一个仪器，能把所有的知识输入到我自己的脑子里，那多好啊，我就不用费这么多的精神去背书了。
可是这想想是没用的，我太异想天开了，世界上还没有这种东西呢。英语让我烦恼，它不让我知道怎样才能学好它，有可能它就像个魔鬼在围绕我，有可能它是个故意戏弄别人的小可爱，不过英语真的令我厌恶，什么它会是另外的字体，ABC…… 英语让我讨厌，英语现在大人都学英语，为什么英语使这么多人震撼？每一次学校上完课回家，大多数的作业都是英语，在没有英语的时光特别快乐，有了英语我的小学生活开始忙碌，每次做英语作业，我几乎大部分都是错的，应该没有英语的基因吧。在外国人的眼中中文是另一种语言，我们来说英语是一种语言，不晓得外国人为什么会创造出英文这种字体，这么难，英语我不喜欢它，它让我考上不好的中学，英语是我不能与外国人沟通，对我来说，学一门外语真的很难。
我很悲哀，为什么别人学的这么好，而我总是学不起来了呢？同学们都学的这么好，家长和老师都表扬他们，而我只有不同的眼光。我的自尊心都没了，是我更不喜欢英语。我不喜欢英语……
The Lantern Festival is coming soon, pleaseguess a riddle! "its coat is white and tender, its heart is colourful, itrolls on the white sand beach, it swims in the hotspring." Do you guess right?It is the round rice glue ball!
Every time in Lantern Festival, My mother will cook rice glue ballswith smile and put them into a bowl. And I, would like looking at the obedient littlesweet dumplings sliding together along the bowl wall, becoming a "littlesnow flower". I scooped up a cute little sweet dumpling with a spoon, lookedclosely at it, it was just like a white and soft pingpang! Mother was amused:"is this your toy?" Hey hey, I just liked watching!
I didn't rush to eat, with my mouth pouted, blew hot air for awhile, put a rice glue ball into my mouth, had a gently bite, suddenly slipped, delicious and sweet stuffingburst out, immediately, a strand very delicious warm current echoed in mouth. Isucked carefully , until the rice glue ball left only soft glutinous rice"coat", then swallowed it into my stomach with a "grunt" , Wow!The soft, sweet, warm feeling, let me quite comfortable!
How happy when eating sweet dumplings and feeling the warmth offamily reunion at the same time on 15th of the first month in lunar year!
There is only good mother, I was no exception. Mom has a white face, a pair of round eyes, a black head of hair. Mothers love is selfless dedication.
Mother every year in the winter are to weave a beautiful new sweater to me, let me have a warm winter. Mother to work every day, off work back to knit a sweater for me. You said: "what is this?" Is a mothers love.
When I was 4 years old a small lump grew on the arm, my mother took me to a hospital checking, the doctor said: "to do surgery." After much cogitation mom and dad agreed. Mother day and night after the operation finished watching I hardly slept a wink all night. You said: "what is this?" Is a mothers love. A mothers love reminds me of a mothers love poem "the wanderer". All the dribs and drabs, together, this is a mothers love.
I have a happy family. There are three people in my family: my father, my mother and me.
My father is a doctor. He works in a hospital. He is very busy every day, but he always has time to help me with my homework. He is very strict with me, but he is also very kind. He is always there for me when I need him.
My mother is a teacher. She teaches in a primary school. She is very patient and kind. She always makes sure that I have a good breakfast before I go to school. She also helps me with my homework when I am struggling.
I am a student. I study in a primary school. I love learning new things. I have many friends at school. We often play together after school.
My family is very important to me. We always support each other and help each other out. I love my family.