急需英语作文,150字How do you usually communicate with your family and friends?What do you think is the most convenient means of communication?

急需英语作文,150字How do you usually communicate with your family and friends?What do you think is the most convenient means of communication?
急需英语作文,150字
How do you usually communicate with your family and friends?What do you think is the most convenient means of communication?

急需英语作文,150字How do you usually communicate with your family and friends?What do you think is the most convenient means of communication?
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."

你通常如何与你的家人和朋友沟通，你觉得什么是最便捷的方式沟通？

A Letter to Mother
May 15th

Dear Mother,

I am not myself today, so I went to see the doctor. At first I told him I had a fever and felt very tired. I was aching all over...

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A Letter to Mother
May 15th

Dear Mother,

I am not myself today, so I went to see the doctor. At first I told him I had a fever and felt very tired. I was aching all over and got a sore throat. The doctor thought I caught the flu that's going around here. Then he looked at my throat and checked my pulse rate. After that he told me there was nothing serious. He told me to have a few days rest and drink more water. At last he gave me some medicine. I think I'll get better soon.

Don't worry about me.


Your son,

Tom

Birthday Party
Today is fool's day and it's also my birthday.

My name is Jim. I'm 12 years old. In my birthday party, Mother usually buys some interesting books for me and my father usually buys a pair of beautiful shoes for me. I love my gifts.

My friends are coming. The boys and girls are enjoying my birthday party. They're laughing and playing games. Now, they are eating pies, cakes and fish. They're drinking apple juice and banana juice. My birthday cake is very big. There are 12 candles on it. They say: happy birthday to Jim! Hip, Hip, Hurry! Hip, Hip, hurry!

Oh, what a wonderful birthday party!

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