回到高中母校英语作文【一】
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice, says a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear. The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear. Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
回到高中母校英语作文【二】
The beloved alma mater:
Hello!
Time elapses, six years have quietly passed. Six years ago, one day after the summer vacation, I entered your door for the first time. At the moment when I entered the elementary school gate, I was still timid. I even looked back at my mother with tears in my eyes. But not long after, I began to feel proud, because I was no longer a kindergarten kid, I was a primary school student. Up to grade two, I was both happy and excited because I went up to grade one. In this way, I am happy, excited and proud again and again, and I am a student of grade six graduating class. In the past six years, I grew up to be a vigorous young man, which all depended on the cultivation of his alma mater. In a few days, I will leave the alma mater to enter the middle school, the love of the alma mater is born in my heart, all of the alma mater, all six years, is so unforgettable!
I remember my first grade, the first entrance to the school, the stress of learning caused physical discomfort, I often cold fever, a pull down my lessons, the teacher took the initiative to take my spare time to fill me up, so that I can keep up with the pace of progress of the class; remember the first games, when our first grade new students walk the platform, radio in the radio The excitement of "welcoming the freshmen of the first grade" was unspeakable; as a member of the chorus, the first time in the Great Hall of the people; the first trip abroad to Singapore... Countless fragments of memory have been pieced together into my six years of primary school growth.
My dear teachers, maybe I let you have a headache. Maybe I worried you. Maybe I made you feel comfortable. Maybe I made you proud. No matter how you are always my beloved teacher. You may not remember me, but I will always remember your teachings. Thank you for your guidance.
There is a song called "the story of time", the song wrote: "the windmill in the four seasons of the song of it in the circulation of it every day, wind and snow in the poetry of my years of growth, water it take away the time story, changed a person..." I have grown up in the four seasons, and I'm going to step into the other stage of my life. When I'm leaving the alma mater, I want to say, thanks to the alma mater, I will never forget the alma mater.
Wish the alma mater
Thriving, getting better and better!
回到高中母校英语作文【三】
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. There are only two creatures, says a proverb, Who can surmount the pyramids — the eagle and the snail.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
