英語(yǔ)日記作文

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英語(yǔ)日記作文篇1

　　My hobby is playing basketball. I started to play basketball when I was 12 years old. After school, I would stay on the playground and play basketball with some friends of mine until it was dark. Since then I have taken it as my hobby because it is good to my health and I enjoy it very much. Now I work in a big foreign company. I am busy at work during the week so I don’t often play it, when there are some holidays for me to have a rest. I will find some old friends to go to the gym together to play basketball for 3 to 4 hours there. I will feel very happy and relaxed. This exercise is quitebeneficial to me, because I am very, very strong now. Three meal for day. It isnecessary for us to take breakfast well, because it is very important to take so. Once you have fresh spirit so that you could do everything in great effort and vigor. The lunch is seem to play the same role with the breakfast, attention it must take enough for the afternoon you have to work hard. Certainly, on the evening, you should take little so that your stomach will take a little burden. Good health from here.

英語(yǔ)日記作文篇2

　　Sports in our school have changed a lot. Now we have more than three P.E classes a week . And we have at least one hour to do exercise every day.

　　Students get so excited at these changes. More and more students take an active part in the ball game, running, and jumping on the playground.School life is becoming more wonderful.I love my school life,and I love my school sport.

英語(yǔ)日記作文篇3

　　Friday Dec. 23, 20xx Sunny

　　This afternoon I went to play basketball with some of my good friends happily.

　　At the very beginning, I didn‘t want to go playing basketball though my friends invited me to. I was (had been) in a bad mood the whole afternoon because I didn‘t do well in the math exam. With their comfort and encouragement, I went with them. However, I was just one of the audience. I dare not have a try because I was afraid that I couldn‘t play well. Encouraged by my good friends, I picked up the basketball and played with them. And luckily I got scores. I felt very excited.

　　Now I have become cheerful and above all I‘ve regained self-confidence. I believe that the worst enemy in one‘s life is oneself. I shouldn‘t lose heart just because of one or two failures because I still have chances to try.

英語(yǔ)日記作文篇4

　　Keeping a diary in English is one of the effective ways to improve our English writing ability. Compared with other forms of writing， it is shorter and takes less time. It can help us to cultivate the habit of thinking in English. If we persist in his practice， gradually we’ll learn how to express ourselves in English.

　　In keeping a diary in English， we inevitably run up against a lot of difficulties. In the first place， it often happens that we have trouble finding appropriate words and phrases to give expression to our mind. Secondly， there are many idiomatic ways of saying things in Chinese. And it is extremely hard for us to put them into English properly. Certainly， there are some other roadblocks we may come across in our keeping a diary in English.

　　As far as I’m concerned， my suggestion is that we should always have a note book and a Chinese-English dictionary within easy reach. Whenever something beats us， we can first put it down in our notebook and then consult our dictionary. We can also turn to our English teacher for help， if necessary. In short， it is of great use to keep a diary in English for the development of our writing skills.

英語(yǔ)日記作文篇5

　　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!

英語(yǔ)日記作文篇6

　　The Lantern Festival or Yuanxiao Jie is a traditional Chinese festival, which is on the 15th of the first month of the Chinese New Year. The festival marks the end of the celebrations of the Chinese New Year.

　　Chinese started to celebrate the Lantern Festival from the Han Dynasty (206 BC - 221 AD).

　　Like most other Chinese festivals, there is also a story behind the Festival. It is also believed that the festival has Taoist origins.

　　This is a festival for people having fun. On the night of the festival, people go on streets with a variety of lanterns under the full moon, watching lions or dragon dancing, playing Chinese riddles and games, and lighting up firecrackers. There is really a lot of fun for the young and the old.

　　Yuanxiao (glutinous rice ball) or Tangyuan is the special food for the Lantern Festival.

　　It is believed that Yuanxiao is named after a palace maid, Yuanxiao, of Emperor Wu Di of the Han Dynasty. Yuanxiao is a kind of sweet dumpling, which is made with sticky rice flour filled with sweet stuffing.

　　Yuanxiao is sticky, sweet and round in shape, symbolizing family unity, completeness and happiness.

英語(yǔ)日記作文篇7

　　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。

英語(yǔ)日記作文篇8

　　Friday, November 17 rain

　　The door into the canteen, choke back hunger, we would like to stop, a neat row of the team, sang Song, resonant voice, singing as waves for a while than for a while, better than consecutive day, all morale, singing singing, it never send me, can not help but like to play a simple melody songs , in love with the language of the barracks in particular. He sang, I think he is one of the glorious fighters.