英语小短文（越短越好）

英语小短文（越短越好）

第一篇：
In my family,there are three people,which is my mother,my father and I.My mother likes cooking,and my father likes reading.We are very happy,and play together a lot.My mother always looks after me,and so does my father.I love my parents!
第二篇：
MY PET
I have a baby dog,it is white except the ears is black.It is so lovely,I will be happy gother with it.when I wash it everyday,it will make me wet over my body.But I love it still.Just like my mother love me.
3：
My Room
This is my room.Near the window there is a desk.I often do my homework at it.You can see some books,some flowers in a vase,a ruler and a pen.On the wall near the desk there is a picture of a cat.There is a clock above the end of my bed.I usually put my football under my bed.Of course there is a chair in front of the desk.I sit there and I can see the trees and roads outside.
4：
My Family
I am Tom.I’m eleven years old.I live near the school.I go to school every day.In my family there are three people.My father,my mother and I.My father is a bus-driver.He is friendly.He has a lot of friends.My mother is a teacher.She works at my school.She does housework every day.I love them.
5：
Our Class
This is a picture of our class.There are fifty students in our class.You can see twenty-five boys and twenty-five girls.There is an American student in our class.Her name is Mary.Her English is very good.We all like her.She likes eating bread and cakes.She likes drinking milk and orange juice.We like eating rice and drinking tea.We are very happy together.
6：
Jim’s Bedroom
This is Jim’s bedroom.It’s new and nice.A bed and a chair are in it.A desk is on the floor.Some flowers are on it.A bookshelf is behind the bed.Some English books are on the bookshelf.A picture is on the wall.Some people are in the picture.The man is his father.The woman is his mother.Who is the boy?Do you know?
7：
A picture of a Park
Look,this is a picture of a park.It is not black and it is not white.It is red,yellow,blue,and green.Are there any trees and flowers there?Yes,there are many.They are so beautiful.And we can see some people,too.They are sitting near the lake.They are looking at some goldfish.
8：
A nice girl
Li Ying likes English very much.She works hard.She reads English every morning.She likes speaking English.She often listens to the radio.She watches TV only on Saturday evening.
Does she like dancing?No,she doesn’t.But she likes drawing and singing.Her parents like her.And all the teachers and her friends like her,too.
9：
A good time
Today is Sunday.It is a fine day.The sky is blue.Mr White is with his family.There are four people in his family.They are Mr White,Mrs White,May and Jim.They are walking on the bridge.There are some boats on the river.Mr and Mrs White are looking at them.May is not looking at the boats.She is looking at a big ship.Jim is looking at the birds in the sky.They have a good time.
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When I was ten years old, I began to chat with foreigners. But I was very shy. Gradually, I became more and more confident with foreigners’ help. The following year, I went to Yangzhou with two fore...

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When I was ten years old, I began to chat with foreigners. But I was very shy. Gradually, I became more and more confident with foreigners’ help. The following year, I went to Yangzhou with two foreigners. I became their guide. First, we came into the Shouxi River. They wanted to look around the river by boat. I told them the price. Then we got into the boat. When we looked out at the sight, we all felt very beautiful. After that, they went to buy souvenirs. The sellers couldn’t speak English. Though it was very hard, I tried my best to listen to their words carefully and translate the sentences. They bought some souvenirs with my help. Next, we went to a small zoo, and we took some photos. There were not many animals. When we felt hungry, we went out and had lunch. After lunch, we visited some old houses. They learned more about Chinese history.
This wasn’t only a big challenge but also an unforgettable challenge. This opportunity made me confident and brave. I hope I can catch many opportunities in the future, then I can speak English, because I think practice makes perfect.
英语小短文Five Hundred Times
In the traffic court of a large mid-western city, a young lady was brought before the judge to answer a ticket given her for driving through a red light. She explained to his honor that she was a school teacher and requested an immediate disposal of her case in order that she might hasten on to her classes. A wild gleam came into the judge's eye. "You are a school teacher, eh?" said he. "Madam, I shall realize my lifelong ambition. Sit down at that table and write 'I went through a red light' five hundred times."
英语小短文My Favourite Season
The climate in our country is very pleasant. It’s always warm in spring, hot in summer and cold in winter.
My favourite season is autumn, because it’s always warm in September and October. It’s often cold in November. It’s certainly interesting. The other reason is the days are short and the nights are long. The sun rises late and sets early. I can do my favourite things in the evening.
Autumn is a harvest season. I can make great progress in autumn. I like the golden season, and you?

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Inside the Russian Embassy in London a KGB colonel puffed a cigarette as he read the handwritten note for the third time. There was no need for the writer to express regret, he though. Correcting this...

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Inside the Russian Embassy in London a KGB colonel puffed a cigarette as he read the handwritten note for the third time. There was no need for the writer to express regret, he though. Correcting this problem would be easy. He would do that in a moment. The thought of it caused a grim smile to appear and joy to his heart. But he pushed away those thoughts and turned his attention to a framed photograph on his desk. His wife was beautiful, he told himself as he remembered the day they were married. That was forty-three years ago, and it had been the proudest and happiest day of his life.
在伦敦的俄国使馆，一位克格勃上校一边吞云吐雾，一边读着一张手写的字条，这已是他第三次在读这张字条了。便条的作者不必表示遗憾了，上校这样想着。纠正这个错误其实很容易。他只要一会儿工夫便会做到。想到这里，他的脸上不禁浮现出一种可怕的笑容，他内心深处既伤感而又快活。上校从沉思中游离出来，将注意力集中到桌子上的一个像框上，他的妻子是位美丽的女人，当想起他们成婚的那一天时他不禁自语道。那已是43年前的事情了，可却是他一生中最自豪最幸福的日子。
What had happened to all that time? Why had it passed so quickly, and why hadn't he spent more of it with her? Why hadn't he held her close and told her more often that he loved her? He cursed himself as a tear came from the corner of his eye, ran down his cheek, then dropped onto the note. He stiffened and wiped his face with the back of his hand. There was no need for remorse or regret, he told himself. In a few moments he would join her and at that time would express his undying love and devotion.
那些时候都发生了什么？为什么时光流逝得如此之快？为什么他没能将更多的时光用来陪伴她？为什么他没能将她搂紧，更多次地告诉她他爱她？他于是开始诅咒起自己，泪水也忍不住夺眶而出，流过面颊，最后滴落在字条上。这时，他板起了面孔，用手背揩去了眼泪。已经没有必要来自责与悔恨了，他对自己说道。很快他不就会与她团聚了吗？到那时，他将再向她表达他永恒的爱与忠心。
After setting the note ablaze he dropped it into an ashtray and watched it burn. For a time the names cast moving shadows on the walls of the darkened room, then they nickered and died out. The colonel dropped the cigarette to the floor and ground it out with his heel, then clutched the photograph to his breast, removed a pistol from his pocket, placed the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger. In the ashtray a small portion of the note remained. Where it had been wetted by his tear it had failed to bum, and on that scrap of paper were the words "died yesterday."
他点燃了字条，将它扔进了烟灰缸中，看着它慢慢地燃烧起来。在火苗的映衬下，这间漆黑的屋子里的四壁一时变得影影绰绰。不一会儿，火苗成了星星点点，渐渐地熄灭了。上校把香烟扔在了地板上，用后脚跟碾灭，随后抓起照片放在自己的胸前。他从衣兜中掏出了一把手枪，将枪筒放进自己的嘴中，接着扣动扳机。在烟灰缸中还残留着一小片字条，由于被上校的泪水浸湿而未能燃尽。在这块残片上有这样几个字“昨天去世”。

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(不要选我的，我在开玩笑）
A
Life is beautiful. It's beautiful because I feel so. Why do I feel so? It's a complicated question. Let's talk about the start of universe first......
B
My dog is wonde...

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(不要选我的，我在开玩笑）
A
Life is beautiful. It's beautiful because I feel so. Why do I feel so? It's a complicated question. Let's talk about the start of universe first......
B
My dog is wonderful. It's wonderful because I chose a wonderful dog. I chose a wonderful dog because life is beautiful. Why is life beautiful? See above.

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The Old Hound
A HOUND, who in the days of his youth and strength had never
yielded to any beast of the forest, encountered in his old age a
boar in the chase. He seized him boldly by the ...

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The Old Hound
A HOUND, who in the days of his youth and strength had never
yielded to any beast of the forest, encountered in his old age a
boar in the chase. He seized him boldly by the ear, but could
not retain his hold because of the decay of his teeth, so that
the boar escaped. His master, quickly coming up, was very much
disappointed, and fiercely abused the dog. The Hound looked up
and said, "It was not my fault. master: my spirit was as good as
ever, but I could not help my infirmities. I rather deserve to
be praised for what I have been, than to be blamed for what I
am."

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EAR the grass-covered rampart which encircles Copenhagen lies a great red house. Balsams and other flowers greet us from the long rows of windows in the house, whose interior is sufficiently poverty-s...

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EAR the grass-covered rampart which encircles Copenhagen lies a great red house. Balsams and other flowers greet us from the long rows of windows in the house, whose interior is sufficiently poverty-stricken; and poor and old are the people who inhabit it. The building is the Warton Almshouse.
Look! at the window there leans an old maid. She plucks the withered leaf from the balsam, and looks at the grass-covered rampart, on which many children are playing. What is the old maid thinking of? A whole life drama is unfolding itself before her inward gaze.
“The poor little children, how happy they are—how merrily they play and romp together! What red cheeks and what angels’ eyes! but they have no shoes nor stockings. They dance on the green rampart, just on the place where, according to the old story, the ground always sank in, and where a sportive, frolicsome child had been lured by means of flowers, toys and sweetmeats into an open grave ready dug for it, and which was afterwards closed over the child; and from that moment, the old story says, the ground gave way no longer, the mound remained firm and fast, and was quickly covered with the green turf. The little people who now play on that spot know nothing of the old tale, else would they fancy they heard a child crying deep below the earth, and the dewdrops on each blade of grass would be to them tears of woe. Nor do they know anything of the Danish King who here, in the face of the coming foe, took an oath before all his trembling courtiers that he would hold out with the citizens of his capital, and die here in his nest; they know nothing of the men who have fought here, or of the women who from here have drenched with boiling water the enemy, clad in white, and ’biding in the snow to surprise the city.
“No! the poor little ones are playing with light, childish spirits. Play on, play on, thou little maiden! Soon the years will come—yes, those glorious years. The priestly hands have been laid on the candidates for confirmation; hand in hand they walk on the green rampart. Thou hast a white frock on; it has cost thy mother much labor, and yet it is only cut down for thee out of an old larger dress! You will also wear a red shawl; and what if it hang too far down? People will only see how large, how very large it is. You are thinking of your dress, and of the Giver of all good—so glorious is it to wander on the green rampart!
“And the years roll by; they have no lack of dark days, but you have your cheerful young spirit, and you have gained a friend—you know not how. You met, oh, how often! You walk together on the rampart in the fresh spring, on the high days and holidays, when all the world come out to walk upon the ramparts, and all the bells of the church steeples seem to be singing a song of praise for the coming spring.
“Scarcely have the violets come forth, but there on the rampart, just opposite the beautiful Castle of Rosenberg, there is a tree bright with the first green buds. Every year this tree sends forth fresh green shoots. Alas! It is not so with the human heart! Dark mists, more in number than those that cover the northern skies, cloud the human heart. Poor child! thy friend’s bridal chamber is a black coffin, and thou becomest an old maid. From the almshouse window, behind the balsams, thou shalt look on the merry children at play, and shalt see thine own history renewed.”
And that is the life drama that passes before the old maid while she looks out upon the rampart, the green, sunny rampart, where the children, with their red cheeks and bare shoeless feet, are rejoicing merrily, like the other free little birds.
（注：瓦尔都（Vartou）是哥本哈根的一个收留孤寡人的养老院，建筑于1700年。）
面对着围着哥本哈根的、生满了绿草的城堡，是一幢高大的红房子。它的窗子很多，窗子上种着许多凤仙花和青蒿一类的植物。房子内部是一副穷相；里边住的也全是一些穷苦的老人。这就是“瓦尔都养老院”。
看吧！一位老小姐倚着窗槛站着，她摘下凤仙花的一起枯叶，同时望着城堡上的绿草。许多小孩子就在那上面玩耍。这位老小姐有什么感想呢？这时一出人生的戏剧就在她的心里展开了。
“这些贫苦的孩子们，他们玩得多么快乐啊！多么红润的小脸蛋！多么幸福的眼睛！但是他们没有鞋子，也没有袜子穿。他们在这青翠的城堡上跳舞。根据一个古老的传说，多少年以前，这儿的土老是在崩塌，直到一个天真的小宝宝，带着她的花儿和玩具被诱到这个敞
着的坟墓里去才停止；当她正在玩和吃着东西的时候，城堡就筑起来了（注：丹麦诗人蒂勒（J．M．Thiele）编的《丹麦民间传说》（Danske?Eolkesagn）中有这样一段记载：“很久很久以前，人们在哥本哈根周围建立了一个城堡。城堡一直在不停地崩颓，后来简直无法使它巩固下来，最后大家把一个天真的女孩子放在一张椅子上，在她面前放一个桌子，上面摆着许多玩具和糖果。当她正在玩耍的时候，12个石匠在她上面建起一座拱门。大家在音乐和喊声中把土堆到这拱门上，筑起一个城堡，从此以后城堡再也不崩塌了。”）。从那一忽儿起，这座城堡一直是坚固的；很快它上面就盖满了美丽的绿草。小孩子们一点也不知道这个故事，否则他们就会听到那个孩子还在地底下哭，就会觉得草上的露珠是热烘烘的眼泪。他们也不知道那个丹麦国王的故事：当敌人在外边围城的时候，他骑着马走过这儿，作了一个誓言，说他要死在他的岗位上（注：指丹麦国王佛列得里克三世（?ErederickⅡ，1609—1670）。这儿是指1659年2月11日，瑞典军队围攻哥本哈根，但没有夺下该城。）。那时许多男人和女人齐集拢来，对那些穿着白衣服，在雪地里爬城的敌人泼下滚烫的开水。
“这些贫穷的孩子玩得非常快乐。
“玩吧，你这位小小的姑娘！岁月不久就要到来——是的，那些幸福的岁月：那些准备去受坚信礼的青年男女手挽着手漫步着。你穿着一件白色的长衣——这对你的妈妈说来真是费了不少的气力，虽然它是一件宽大的旧衣服改出来的。你还披着一条红披肩；它拖得太长了，所以人们一看就知道它是太宽大，太宽大了！你在想着你的打扮，想着善良的上帝。在城堡上漫步是多么痛快啊！
“岁月带着许多阴暗的日子——但也带着青春的心情——走过去了。你有了一个男朋友，你不知道是怎样认识他的。你们常常会面。你们在早春的日子里到城堡上去散步，那时教堂的钟为伟大的祈祷日发出悠扬的声音。紫罗兰花还没有开，但是罗森堡宫外有一株树已经发出新的绿芽。你们就在这儿停下步来。这株树每年生出绿枝，心在人类的胸中可不是这样！一层层阴暗的云块在它上面浮过去，比在北国上空所见到的还要多。
“可怜的孩子，你的未婚夫的新房变成了一具棺材，而你自己也变成了一个老小姐。在瓦尔都，你从凤仙花的后面看见了这些玩耍着的孩子，也看见了你一生的历史的重演。”
这就是当这位老小姐望着城堡的时候，在她眼前所展开的一出人生的戏剧。太阳光在城堡上照着，红脸蛋的、没有袜子和鞋子穿的孩子们像天空的飞鸟一样，在那上面发出欢乐的叫声。（1847年）
这篇散文发表于1847年一个名为《加埃亚》的杂志上。瓦尔都是哥本哈根的一个收留孤寡人的养老院，建于1700年。文中的女主人公可能曾经也有过快乐的童年，甚至有一个很快乐的青年期。但这个快乐的青年期很短，以悲剧告终，最后她只好在这个孤寡人的养老院结束她的老年。人生就是如此。但活着究竟还是幸福的，因为还有一些美好的回忆不时涌上心来。这值得称诵。这篇散文实际上是一首颂歌——但是一首充满了惆怅的颂歌。

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clean your room
bob s mom is mad.
his room is a mess!
she says,clean your room!
bob puts his toys under his bed.
bob puts his dirty clothes under his bed.
bob puts his books under his bed.
he says,my room is clean now.

watermelon
watermelon is many people's favorite. it is sweet and it has a lot of water. watermelon has two colors, green outside and red inside. people usually have watermelons in summer. but nowa...

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watermelon
watermelon is many people's favorite. it is sweet and it has a lot of water. watermelon has two colors, green outside and red inside. people usually have watermelons in summer. but nowadays we can eat watermelon every season in the year.
a happy day
It's a nice day today. The sun is shinning and the birds are singing. I get up very early in the morning. Because my friends and I are going to climb the mountains today. First, we go to the supermarket to get some food, such as bread, water, cookies and so on. We hope to have a happy trip today.

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