我的英语潮 600字高中英语作文

　　我的英语潮

　　你想看英文版电影吗？想读懂英文名著吗？想交外国朋友吗？要知道，这一切都离不开英语。其实我们身边早就形成了一股英语潮，“新东方培训”、“剑桥英语”等都留下了它们的足迹。在我看来，那神奇的26个字母，通过变换位置，组成了不同的单词，多有趣啊！学好英语,不仅可以丰富自己的生活，获得更多信息，还能拓宽交际面，多有用啊！

　　就拿我来说吧，原来的我对英语谈不上喜欢，认为只要学好课内知识就足矣。今年暑假，妈妈给我报名参加了一个外教培训班，仅教材就使我傻了眼，我能看懂的单词屈指可数，更谈不上理解全文了。在培训班上，外教只用英语讲解课文，我听得云里雾里，更加糊涂了。看着其他同学勇跃发言，我不禁感叹到：学了几年英语，不仅词汇不够，看不懂文章，就连会讲的句子也不敢与人交流，老师只好说我“内向、文静。”

　　我是个特别要求上进的小学生，暗暗发誓一定要学好英语，迎头赶上。培训班结束后，我思考着如何才能学好英语，并查阅了有关资料。可无论是网上还是书本的资料都显示，学好英语的“独门秘笈”只是花时间来“记”和大胆地去“说”。这时我忽然想起冰心奶奶随身携带小本子记录好词好句的故事。如果我也能做个有心人，把生活中看到的英语单词记录下来，回家后再读读背背，日积月累，我不就比别人多学了很多吗？在以后的日子里，无论是在家中还是在学校，无论是在大街还是在小巷，我总是用各种方法强迫自己多记一些单词，特别是留意生活中店牌、广告牌、警示栏等日常英语用语。

　　为了消除在培训班上“内向、文静”的印象，我还加强了说的练习。敢说是第一位的，也是学好英语的重要方面。在学校里，我经常主动与同学用英文交流，互相了解，取长补短；回到家中用英语与妈妈对话，让她多听听我的发音，纠正我的缺点。通过以上的勤记、勤说，我逐渐喜欢上了英语，每多背一个单词，多读一个句子，心中就有巨大的成就感，非常高兴。我想只要这样坚持学下去，我就可以去外国学习、生活……前几天，在路上偶遇一群外国学生，我终于能大胆地用英文与他们打招呼了。

　　同学们听了我的学习经历，你是不是有一种豁然开朗的感觉呢？那就让我们一起多记多背，多说多练，加倍努力，找到属于自己的那份英语潮。

英语作文(转载)

　　I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.

　　"I'm young again!" she shouts exuberantly.

　　As my friend raves on about her new love, I've taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.

　　When my friend asked me "What will make this love last?" I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, communication. Yet there's more. We still have fun. Spontaneous good times. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy simply being together.

　　And there are surprises. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I opened the door to find Scott holding a "pot of gold" (my cooking kettle) and the "treasure" of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his pillow.

　　There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids—and even him-to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.

　　There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens—we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas about the book after I'd read it.

　　There is forgiveness. When I'm embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug and said, "It's okay. It's only money."

　　There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it's been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman who'd had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the woman's husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself. Because of the medical crisis. Because there were still people who have been married 40 years. Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.

　　There is faith. Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after porce. On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer's disease on her father-in-law's personality. On Friday a childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her father had died. I hung up the phone and thought, This is too much heartache for one week. Through my tears, as I went out to run some errands, I noticed the boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus