高中英语作文范文【三篇】

【篇一】Mybirthdayparty

TodayismybirthdayandImsoexcitedaboutit.InthemorningIputanoteonthetableformymumanditsaid,"Todayismybirthday,dontforgetit!"Atschool,Igotmanygiftsandcardsformyclassmatesandhadalotoffun.ButIwasstillexpectingthebirthdaypartyafterschool.WhenitwastimetoleaveschoolIcouldntwaittogohome.WhenIopenthedoor,therewasntanybodyinthehouse.Therewasonlyanotethatsaid,"Cominghomelatetonight,mumanddad."Itrytocallthembuttherewasnoanswer.Iwassoshocked,dotheyforgetmybirthday?Howcouldthisbe!IwassosadthatIcouldnteatanything.Ijustdidmyhomeworkandwaitedforthem.Andthen,thingschangedcompletely.Itwasabouttimefordinner,mymothercalledandtoldmetogototherestanrantnearourhouse.WhenIgotthereIcouldntbelievedmyeyes.Everybodywasthere:myparents,myrelatives,myfriendsandevenmyclassmates.Therewassomanygiftsandabigcake.Whatasurprisingbirthdayparty!Wehadagoodtimeanditwasthebestbirthdaypartyever.

【篇二】Myschoolparty

ThereisabeautifulschoolintheShanghaiWestsuburbs----Qingpuseniorhighmiddleschool.Shecoversanareaofsimplemorethan150mu.AnditisoneofthelodgeseniormiddleschoolsinShanghai.Thatismyschool,myfamily.Judgingbyhersystem,itisnothardforustoknow,everystudentwhostudiesintheschoolshouldliveatschool.Reallyso,Iliveatschoolalltheday.Ourschoolisamodernseniormiddleschool.Ineachclassroomthereisacomputerwhichcontrolsaprojector.Itisthepaperlessteachingthattheteacherattendsclass.Studentsdiveintoitcompletely.Theenvironmentintheschoolisalsothemost.Thereisariverintheschoolside.Andwaterinriverislimpid,inwhichthereisseveralsmallfishandsomeshrimpsetc.Thegyminstallationsofourschoolarecomplete.Shenotonlyhasatartantrack,abasketballcourtandafootballfield,butalsohasatennisfield,ashuttlecockfield,atabletennishouseandgymnasiumetc.Everythingneededisthere.Thisismyschool,myfamily.Ilovemyschool,andIlovemyfamily!

【篇三】NorwegianWood

iwasthirty-seventhen,strappedinmyseatasthehuge747plungedthroughdensecloudcoveronapproachtothehamburgairport.coldnovemberrainsdrenchedtheearthandlenteverythingthegloomyairofaflemishlandscape:thegroundcrewrangear,aflagatopasquatairportbuilding,abmwbillboard.sogermanyagain.

37岁的我端坐在波音747客机上，庞大的机体穿过厚重的夹雨云层，俯身向汉堡机场降落。11月砭人肌肤的冷雨将大地涂得一片阴沉，使得身披雨衣的地勤工、呆然垂向地面的候机楼上的旗，以及bmw广告板等的一切的一切，看上去竟同佛兰德派抑郁画幅的背景一般。罢了罢了，又是德国，我想。

oncetheplanewasonthegroundsoftmusicbegantoflowfromtheceilingspeakers:asweetorchestralcoverversionofthebeatles"norwegianwood".themelodyneverfailedtosendashudderthroughme,butthistimeithitmeharderthanever.

飞机刚一着陆，天花板扩音器中低声传出轻柔的背景音乐，那是一个管弦乐队演奏的甲壳虫乐队的《挪威的森林》。那旋律一如往日地使我难以自已。这一次，比往日还要强烈地摇撼着我的身心。

ibentforwardinmyseat,faceinhandstokeepmyskullfromsplittingopen.beforelongoneofthegermanstewardessesapproachedandaskedinenglishifiwassick."no,"isaid,justdizzy"

为了不使头脑胀裂，我弯下腰，双手捂脸。很快，一位德国空中小姐走来，用英语问我是不是不大舒服。我答说："不要紧，只是有点晕。

"areyousure?"

"yes,imsure.thanks."

"真的不要紧？"

"不要紧的，谢谢。"我说。

shesmiledandleft,andthemusicchangedtoabillyjoeltune.istraightenedupandlookedouttheplanewindowatthedarkcloudshangingoverthenorthsea,thinkingofwhatihadlostinthecourseofmylife:timesgoneforever,friendswhohaddiedordisappeared,feelingsiwouldneverknowagain.

她于是莞尔一笑，转身走开。音乐变成彼利·乔的曲子。我直起了腰，望着北海上空阴沉沉的云层，浮想联翩。我想起自己在过去人生旅途中失去的许多东西——蹉跎的岁月，死去或离去的人们无可追回的懊悔。

theplanereachedthegate.peoplebeganunlatchingtheirseatbeltsandpullingbaggagefromthestoragebins,andallthewhileiwasinthemeadow.icouldsmellthegrass,feelthewindonmyface,hearthecriesofthebirds.autumn1969,andsooniwou1dbetwenty.

机身停稳后，旅客解开安全带，从行李架中取出皮包和上衣等物。而我，仿佛依然置身于那片草地之中，呼吸着草的芬芳，感受着风的轻柔，谛听着鸟的鸣啭。那还是1969年的秋天，我快满20岁的时候。

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true,giventimeenough,icanbringbackherface.istartjoiningimage-hertiny,coldhand;herstraight,blackhairsosmoothandcooltothetouch;asoft,roundedearlobeandthemicroscopicmolejustbeneathit;thecamelshaircoatsheworeinthewinter;herhabitoflookingstraightintoyoureyeswhenaskingaquestion;theslighttremblingthatwouldcometohervoicenowandthen（asifshewerespeakingonawindyhilltop）-andsuddenlyherfaceisthere,alwaysinprofileatfirst,becausenaokoandiwerealwaysoutwakingtogether,sidebyside.thensheturnstome,andsmiles,andtiltsherheadjustabit,andbeginstospeak,andshelooksintomyeyesasiftryingtocatchtheimageofaminnowthathasdartedacrossthepoolofam1impidspring.

当然，只要有时间，我会忆起她的面容。我追忆着：那冷冰冰的小手，那流线型泻下的手感爽适的秀发，那圆圆的软软的耳垂及其紧靠底端的小小黑痔，那冬日里时常穿的格调高雅的驼绒大衣，那总是定定注视对方眼睛发问的惯常动作，那不时奇妙发出的微微颤抖的语声（就像在强风中的山岗上说话一样）—随着这些印象的叠涌，她的面庞突然自然地浮现出来。最先出现是她的侧脸，大概因为我总是同她并肩走路的缘故，最先想起来的每每是她的侧影。随之，她朝我转过脸，甜甜地一笑，微微地低头，轻轻地启齿，定定地看着我的双眼，仿佛在一混清澈的泉水里寻觅稍纵即逝的小鱼的行踪。

idoneedthattime,thoughfornaokosfacetoappear.andastheyearshavepassed,thetimehasgrownlonger.thesadtruthisthatwhaticouldrecallinfivesecondsalltoosoonneededten,thenthirty,thenafullminute——likeshadowslengtheningatdusk.someday,isuppose,theshadowswillbeswallowedupindarkness.thereisnowayaroundit:mymemoryisgrowingevermoredistantfromthespotwherenaokousedtostand-evermoredistantfromthespotwheremyoldselfusedtostand.andnothingbutscenery,thatviewofthemeadowinoctober,returnsagainandagaintome1ikeasymbolicsceneinamovie.eachtimeitappears,itdeliversakicktosomepartofmymind."waleup,"itsays."i’mstillhere!wakeupandthinkaboutit.thinkaboutwhyimstillhere."thekickingneverhurtme.theresnopainatall.justahollowsoundthatechoeswitheachkick.andeventhatisboundtofadeoneday.atthehamburgairport,though,thekickswerelongerandharderthanusualwhichiswhyiamwritingthisbook:tothink.tounderstand!itjusthappenstobethewayimmade.ihavetowritethingsdowntofeelifullycomprehendthem.

但是，让直子的面影在我脑海中浮现出来，我总是需要一点时间。而且，随着岁月的流逝，所需的时间愈来愈长。这固然令人悲哀，但事实就是如此。起初5秒即可想起，渐次变成10秒、30秒、1分钟。它延长得那样迅速，竟同夕阳下的阴影一般，并将很快消融在冥冥夜色之中。哦，原来我的记忆正在同直子原来站立的位置步步远离，甚至逐渐远离自己一度站过的位置。而惟独风景，惟独那片10月草地的风景，宛如电影中的象征性镜头，在我的脑际反复推出。并且那风景执着地连连踢我的脑袋，说着："起来，我可还在这里哟！起来，起来想想，思考一下我为什么还在这里。"不过这种踢法一点也不痛，一脚踢来，只是发出空洞的声响。甚至这声响或迟或早也将杳然远逝。但是在这汉堡机场，它们踢得比往常更长久、更有力：起来，理解我！惟其如此，我才动笔写这篇文字。我必须形诸文字，才能弄得水落石出。