大学最好朋友英文作文【一】
I read the Chinese version of “Camille” a few years ago. At that time I was deeply moved by the main character Marguerite Gautier. “Camille” or “The Lady of the Camellias” by Alexandre Dumas, fils, is the story of Marguerite Gautier, a young courtesan, or kept woman, in Paris in the mid 1800's, and how she falls in love with a young man, Armand Duval, and then tries to escape from her questionable past. Unfortunately, it comes back to haunt her and she ends up returning to that life and dies painfully and alone, but with the knowledge that she was a noble woman at heart. When I first began to read the book, I did not care for Marguerite or her attitude or lifestyle, but as I got further into the narrative, I realized that her saucy attitude was a front to cover the lonely woman that she really was. She felt used, abused and unloved, until the gentle Armand Duval came into her life and showed her that he loved her as a person and not for what she could do for him. It must have taken great courage for Marguerite to leave the life she had lived for so long, knowing all along that it was probably too good to be true and would not last indefinitely. And it also showed that Marguerite really loved Armand Duval for she could even change herself for him.
However, happiness didn’t last for long. When M. Duval, Armand's father, came to her, pleading for her to leave Armand to save both Armand's reputation and that of his younger innocent sister, Marguerite saw a way to become pure of heart, if not in body. She felt that it was her duty, because she loved Armand so much, to do this even though it meant giving up her own happiness and hurting Armand temporarily. She reluctantly returned to her former life, knowing that.some day Armand would forgive her. Sadly, she died in debt and basically alone, except for her one female friend, Julie Duprat, who helped her during her illness. She had her journal sent to Armand after her death, explaining why she had made the choices she had. I think Dumas's last few lines about Marguerite being the exception, not the rule were quite true, and I also agreed with his view that while her lifestyle could not be condoned, we as a society assume that all of these type of women are cold and heartless, while this may not always be the case. A person can make the wrong choices in life when they are young, and try to redeem themselves, but sometimes past situations prevent them from changing their lives, even though they desperately wish to do so. This applies to both men and women in many different types of circumstances: involvement in crime; drug or alcohol abuse; gambling; prostitution; financial problems; poor marriage choices; etc. And this is the fact, which exists in the whole society.
As far as the other characters in the book, I think Marguerite was right in saying that no one truly cared about her, but only wanted something from her, the only exceptions being Armand and Julie Duprat. Of course, the Comte de G. and Comte de N. wanted her body and appearance. The
Duke needed to “wake up and smell the coffee” and realize that she could never replace his dead daughter. If he truly cared, he could have helped her leave her lifestyle without “keeping” her himself. And lastly, Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men. I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.
Last morning, when tiding my bookshelf, I took this book out of the shelf, and a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. a dried flower flew away from the book. It was pale blue, very transparent, with thin fine veins. I held it against the morning light and blew on it. The soft breeze carried it away. Camille is just like the camellia, she could never escape from the destiny of withering. But it wasn’t her fault; it’s because of the evil of Capitalism and the hideousness of that society.
Suddenly, I remembered a saying: “Women are like the flowers”. Those pretty women are like those beautiful flowers; their delicate beauty makes people feel they are the miracle of life. However, even the God envies their beauty. It seems that beautiful women always have tragic endings. As we are normal persons, even we can see the hideousness of humanity that results in their fate of withering, we can at most ask quietly in our hearts: Where have those beautiful flowers gone? Where have they gone?
The Life And Adventures Of Robinson Crusoe
It seemed to be such a coincidence that the night after I finished reading The Life And Adventures Of Robinson Crusoe, I was to dine in a restaurant distinctly related to the book itself. This restaurant was no other than the famous American-styled “Friday ’s. ” The reason for mentioning this restaurant is quite straightforward to all the gentlemen, ladies and children who have read the novel and enjoyed it, which is the fact that this restaurant was, most likely, named after the American Native in Robinson Crusoe, called Friday. This restaurant offers very exceptional service, for instance when the waitresses are asked to order dishes they kneel rather than stand, which, unlike the other restaurants I have been to, makes it easier for the customers to hear them speak. Moreover, Friday’s friendly services to the customers help them to make better choices when ordering dishes. I remembered when I went to Friday ’s last time; the waitress kindly described the items on the menu with precise details. It turned out that the combo I initially wanted was designed to be shared among a large group, not to be eaten by one person. I think this restaurant shows many commendable features similar to that of Friday. Friday brought emotional warmth to the people around him with his appealing personality. I think it was this personality that affected Crusoe and made him say that he loved Friday when Crusoe didn ’t express love for his parents, brothers, sisters, or even his wife. “When he espied me, he came running to me, laying himself down again upon the ground, with all the possible signs of an humble, thankful disposition, making many antic gestures to show it to let me know how he would serve me as long as he lived.” This was what Friday did after Crusoe had rescued him from the two savages chasing him. It was easy for me to see why Crusoe had loved Friday. After sometime, Crusoe and Friday were to rescue Friday’s father. When Friday reunited with his father, the scene was easy to move anyone: “It would have moved anyone to tears to have seen how Friday kissed him, embraced him, hugged him, cried, laughed, halloed, jumped about, danced,
sung; and then sung and jumped about again, like a distracted creature. It was a good while before I could make him speak to me.” This is my favourite chapter in the whole book. It is hard to see why Friday is an ex-savage when he can have personalities more praiseworthy than many civilized people, viz. Crusoe himself. “When he (Friday went to him (Friday’s father, he would sit down by him, open his breast, and hold his father’s head close to his bosom, half an hour together, to nourish it; then he took his arms and ankles, which were numbed and stiff with the binding, and rubbed them with his hands.” Furthermore, Friday’s expression of loyalty in asking Crusoe to kill him rather than leave him is more heartfelt than anything Crusoe ever says or does.
Crusoe, on the absolute contrary, seems incapable of deep feelings, as shown by his account of leaving his family—he never shows any emotions. After a moving lecture from Robinson’s father about his future, he still decided to follow his own wandering ambition. Careless was he about the wishes of his parents to keep him alive and prosperous, as he was the only child left in the family. When he came back from the island which he had lived on for twenty eight years, he found that it had been too late to tell his parents that he was still alive, but yet again he did not feel sorry for them; he also did not feel sorry for the two people who had to live in misery for nearly thirty years under the allusion all of their sons were dead. He had the same feelings for his wife: when he was married, he said it was “not either to my disadvantage or dissatisfaction”, implying that it was also neither to his advantage nor his satisfaction. Moreover, after his wife died, Robinson did not think of looking after the three children they had, but went back to the island, which he had lived on for twenty-eight years. It was on this trip which Robinson Crusoe revisited “His Island ” as he called it. I feel that Robinson ’s indifference to his family is almost emotionally cruel.
Before had clearly shown the contrast between Crusoe’s and Friday’s personalities, as when Friday, in his joyful reunion with his father, displayed far more emotion toward his family members than Crusoe, whereas Crusoe never mentions missing his family or dreams about the happiness of seeing them again. I think Defore is very successful in introducing Friday as part of the novel, it makes the whole novel seem much more complete and gripping to the reader, as well as proving that Defoe’s ideology of racism is civilized unlike many other Europeans at that time; natives and savages are not worse than others but can perhaps even be more modern and civilized. Those are the reasons of why I like The Life And Adventures Of Robinson Crusoe and Friday.
大学最好朋友英文作文【二】
我从小学到此刻结识了许许多多的朋友，但千百人之中只有一个是我最好的朋友，他就是我的同班同学肖强。
肖强是一个矮个子，长着一双大眼睛和一对小耳朵，还有一个高高的鼻梁；粗壮有力的四肢，构成了我最好的朋友。肖强不但是我生活上的朋友，也是我学习上的朋友。
记得有一次，我的母亲给我买了一条很漂亮的裤子，我很喜爱，就把它穿上了，然后就去找肖强玩了。我刚找到肖强，就决定和他一齐爬树。就在这时，意外发生了。我的裤子被树枝挂到了，一下被划开了一道大口子，我有些慌张了，母亲知道了必须会责怪我的。肖强好像看出了我的心思，便对我说‘‘不好怕，我的`家里有一条和你的这条差不多的裤子，我等会儿给你拿来。’’我说‘‘不行，如果被你的母亲发现了，你会被责备的。’’他说‘‘与其让你受责备，不如让我受责备更好一些。’’说着，他便去拿裤子了。当他拿到裤子以后，便毫不犹豫地和我换下了裤子。我听说事后他的母亲让他罚站了两个钟头。我说‘‘还是把裤子换回来吧。’’他说‘‘不行，换回来我又要站两个钟头。’’唉，肖强就是那么体贴人。
还有一次参加的时候，我的笔丢了，我十分悲哀。这时肖强走过来说‘‘你怎样了，好像很悲哀，我告诉他我的笔丢了，他便毫不犹豫地把他仅有的一支笔借给了我。等我答完试题后，再把笔还给肖强时，已经过了很多时刻。我看了看他，只答完了几道题，还有好多空白，而此时时刻刚好到了。试卷批改完后，肖强只有35分，不但被老师责骂了一顿，也被家长责骂了一顿，他很悲哀。肖强是一个乐于助人的人。
这就是我最好的朋友肖强，一个乐于助人的肖强。
大学最好朋友英文作文【三】
大学最好朋友英文作文【四】
陈茜，一个我最好的朋友。她的音容笑貌，举手投足之间，就像烙下印痕，在我的脑海中挥之不去。
她相貌平平，总是穿着一身纯白的户外装。她的名字很有好处，正因她最喜爱吃“没吃的时候是绿的，吃的时候是红的，吐出来是黑的――西瓜。”因此，她的名字叫陈茜。
她学习很好。令人羡慕，不少人在暗地与她较劲。在补习班老师点名让她读英语。只见她从桌上拿起英语书，挺直腰板，用那洪亮的声音读了出来。她大大方方，口齿伶俐，读得流畅，一展英语风采。陈茜不但英语好，数学也好得让人眼红。那次测验，我考得一踏糊涂，乱七八糟的。而她就轻而易举夺了第一。下课还来鼓励我，帮忙我解答不懂的问题。渐渐的，我们俩成了最好的朋友。在一齐玩，一齐学习，一齐谈心。夕阳老是把我们的影子拉长。
我还清楚地记得。那一次补习班期末考试，我突然感到有点不舒服。是福是祸，是祸躲但是。我的头痛病突然发作，痛的好像裂开一样。她连忙放下笔，拿出牛奶让我喝，但是没效。我们只好去附近的药店买药。尽管我痛得头晕晕的，却还是听见在买药时她说的一句话：“这药千万不能帮忙睡眠呀！我们还得进行考试！”那一刻，令我出乎意料。多么细心的朋友啊！如果开始睡觉，我的分数就以零分来计算，到那时候，我的发奋就白费了。此时我的眼里，热泪盈眶。
时刻过得飞快，我和陈茜以前的点点滴滴仿佛还历历在目。我们分别时，我才发现，在和陈茜走过的路上，洒下了我们的欢声笑语，洒下了我们的发奋，洒下了我们的汗水。此刻，我们以前的发奋都没有白费，都“开花结果”啦！
陈茜，一个助人为乐的女孩，一个陪我度过困难的女孩，一个我最好的朋友。这样的她，能不令我印象深刻吗？
