讲述个人职业经历的英语作文【一】
讲述个人职业经历的英语作文【二】
When I was in high school, there was a teacher who taught me more than that in was a very kind boy, 4 or 5 years older than us and taught us geography. We all liked to take his class, though geography was not our major course.
What impressed me a lot was his could see him always got angry only when we were too noisy in class,he often played soccer with used to be a very believable defender and never fouled on any of us.
We all liked to call him "Teacher Miao" and he was just like a friend, not a sonsy personality inspired me to be kind to everyone I was my well-beloved "Teacher Miao".
讲述个人职业经历的英语作文【三】
The person I admire is my mum. She is an English teacher. She is very popular among the students because she spends lots of time on her lessons and has a good sense of humor. Students all enjoy her class.
My mum is not only a good teacher, but also a great mother. She is patient with me and always smiling while talking. My mum teaches me how to think independently and helps me to build up my confidence. When I have some difficulties in my studies, it is my mum who encourages me to work until I solve the problem. When I’m feeling sad or bad, it is also my mum who looks after me with care.
I remember when I caught a fever at midnight last year, my mum took me to the hospital as fast as she could. When we got home after my injection, it was about 5 o’clock in the early morning. My mum only slept 2 hours because she had to wake up at 7 o’clock to prepare breakfast for me, and then she went to work. She must be very tired that day.
My mum is not very beautiful, but I admire and love her.
讲述个人职业经历的英语作文【四】
乞丐或许这现年头，人们对乞丐有了新的认识。骗子，寄生虫、暗地里的富翁……。可以说是各种骂名都砸在了乞丐身上。乞丐随着人们的认识，他们茶缸里的人民币可以说是越来越少了。可是我家周围有一位乞丐，他是一位奋斗的乞丐，高贵的生命不卑微……以前我每逢上学时，大约都能遇到他。他带着不知从哪捡来的土灰色牛仔帽，沧桑的老脸似乎有很久没洗了，眼睛并不小，可深陷了进去，每当看到人都射出自卑的眼神，像是要避开人，又像是要祈求人，闪闪的目光让人看了真够可怜人的。他最大的特征是有一丛浓密的胡子，挡住了他的嘴，也仿佛掩抑住了他的灵魂。看了他的样子，像是一位落魄的画家，可是卑微的地位，真让人捉摸不透。他或许是一位艺术家，他可不是白要钱的，在弯曲的脊背上背着一把破旧的二胡，虽然破但仍看出他爱惜的样子，他将二胡紧紧用绳拴在他身上，那是他生命的全部。他总是坐在一颗大树下，盘着腿，用心拉着他的命。他拉的技术并不好，时断时续的，一首凄婉悲凉的曲子总能引起我的同情。每当有人走过他时，他那深邃的目光总是看着别人，可他又并不像别的乞丐一样摇着茶缸，发出金钱的碰撞声，他还有自尊。我也不知过了多久，他竟然开始在小区里收破烂了，他就在居民楼下，推着一个小的可怜的推车，他跟其他卖破烂的聚在一起，他不是一个纯意义上的乞丐了。地位的提升使那个冰冷的脸露出了微笑，虽然很微弱，但我却看到了他的燃烧的灵魂，他的奋斗。他和周围的人混得不错，常常拉着他的二胡，他的日子比以前阔多了。小区里又多了一个勤奋的身影，就像一开始祥子，不，比祥子更坚强的灵魂。快过年了，有一次我请他去收破烂，但我没想到是最后一次了，我得知他就要走了，去另谋生路，我问他的家境，他并没有告诉。终于，他收完最后一次破烂，踏着夕阳，走向远方。我永远不会忘记，那弯曲的脊背不屈的灵魂，拖着那火红的斜阳，走向光明的远方……
