【热门】英语日记作文集锦9篇
一天又结束了，相信大家都有不少体会吧，是时候静下心来好好写写日记了。日记怎么写才不会千篇一律呢？以下是小编精心整理的英语日记作文9篇，仅供参考，希望能够帮助到大家。
英语日记作文 篇1
The Spring Festival, and again the sound of firecrackers to wake me up, opened the door, outside white, like a piece of snow, the snow! It's snowing! "I exclaimed, because of the heavy snow, the whole earth Takamatsu snow-covered landscape, with branches all in good out of a bandbox, filled with a layer of soft hairy snow leaves, like a root bending of silver bullion, and those Holly snow like covered with a green and white stone, tree, in the snow white background, like a fairy.
The wind blows gently shake the branches, like a fairy dancing in the hand, the scattered pearls, I can't help thinking of a poem poet of the Tang Dynasty poet, "if suddenly spring night, the trees of pear blossoms", the snow adds to the atmosphere of the Spring Festival, I grabbed a handful of snow to hit to the father, father Dodge, "pa" hit on the back, "ha ha" I was excited, and grabbed a handful of snow, thrown out, hit the mother's head, head is full of snow, the three of us playing in the snow battle, although the hands are frozen red, but the heart is very happy.
Seven days passed imperceptibly. The happiness of Spring Festival kept me calm for a long time. With the new year's going away, I was looking forward to the new hope and looking forward to the coming year.
英语日记作文 篇2
今天和爸爸一起出去吃饭。吃饭的时候要敬酒。那里没有果汁。我就拿了一瓶啤酒开始到处敬酒。喝(www.kuaidu.com.cn)了一瓶酒后，我的脸红了，但没有醉。我认为啤酒并不难喝，但我还是要少喝酒。因为我还只是一个学生。
I went out to have dinner with father today. I should make toast during the dinner but there was no juice availabe. So I had a bottle of beer. My face turned red but I was not drunk. I dont think beer tastes bad but I wont like have it too much because I am only a student.
英语日记作文 篇3
The other day my brother and I went to the cinema by bicycle。 My brother was riding with me sitting on the seat behind。 As we came to the crossroads a young man and a girl came up and stopped us。 ‘We‘ve found you at long last，’ they said。 But we didn’t know them。 Pointing to a policeman not far away， the young man explained， ‘He stopped us about half an hour ago and made us catch the next offender。 So come on， stand here。 Hope you don‘t have to wait as long as we did 。 Good luck。’
英语日记作文 篇4
How time flies,unconsciously the next winter vacation will soon come.In order to improve myself as well as enjoy a happy holiday,I made the winter vacation plan.
Firstly i want to continue with my study,i think study is a life process,so no matter what the situation I am in,i will look for chances to continue it.I have bought several new books ,including those books on my majorand some novels ,I will try to finish reading them in the holiday and write notes.
Secondly,since it is the holiday,I will share it with my family and friends .You know the spring festival will soon come, I believe I would chatting and play games with my friends and family .I think I will enjoy the vacation.
英语日记作文 篇5
armed with two over-packed suitcases， we arrived at the airport just in time for my flight。 "well， here we are， the airport，" my sister said with a sigh。 as i watched her unload my luggage， i could see the sadness in her eyes。 this was not easy on her either。
we had both been dreading this moment for the past week。 one last hug and a final good-bye and i would be on my way to a new life abroad， leaving my beloved sister behind。all my life i had loved airports。 to me they were some kind of magic gateway to the world， a place from which to start great holidays and adventures。 but today it seemed like a cold and heartless place。
as we made our way to the gate we passed through a busload of frustrated holiday goers and their screaming children。 i looked at my sister and even though her eyes were filled with tears， she was trying to keep a brave face。 "you better go or you'll miss your flight，" she said。"i am just going to walk away and not look back，" i said， "that would just be too hard。"
as i held her one last time she whispered， "don't worry about me， i'll be just fine。" "i'll miss you，" i replied， and with those last words i was off。 as promised， i did not look back， but by the time i reached the custom's office i was sobbing。 "cheer up， love，" the tall customs officer said with a smile。 "it's not the end of the world， you know。" but to me it was the end of the world， as i had known it。while boarding the plane i was still crying。 i did not have the energy to put my bag in the overhead locker， so i stuffed it on the empty seat next to mine。 as i settled into my chair， a feeling of sadness overwhelmed me。 i felt like my best friend had just been taken away from me。
growing up， my sister and i would do everything together。 born barely fifteen months apart we not only looked alike， we were alike。 we both had that same mix of curiosity and fear of all things unknown to us。one sunny summer day i was playing outside on the grass when she came up to me and said， "want to come to the attic?" we both knew that the answer to that question was always 'yes。'
we were frightened of the attic but also fascinated by its smells and sounds。 whenever one of us needed something， the other one would come along。 together we would fight the life-size spiders and battle through the numerous boxes until we found what we needed。over time the visits to the attic became less scary。 eventually there came a time when we would go by ourselves， but my sister and i stayed as close as ever。 when the time came for us to go to college， what better way than for us to go together。
my parents were pleased because that way we could 'keep an eye on each other' and of course report back on what the other one was up to。 but now that our college days were over and i was off to a foreign country， all i had left were my memories。
the plane shook heavily and the bag that i had shoved onto the seat next to me fell on the floor。 my aspirin， hairbrush and a copy of the book i planned to read were spread on the floor。
i bent over to gather them up when i saw an unfamiliar little book in the middle of my belongings。 it was not until i picked it up that i realized that it was a diary。 the key had been carefully placed in the lock so i opened it。
immediately i recognized my sister's handwriting。 "hi sis， what a day it has been today。 first you let me know that you are moving abroad and then my boss。。。"
only then did i realize that my sister had been keeping a diary for the past month and that she was now passing it on to me。 she had been scheming to start the diary for the past year but now the time seemed right。 i was to write in it for the next couple of months and then send it back to her。
i spent the rest of the flight reading about my sister's comings and goings。 and even though a large ocean separated us， at some point it felt like she was actually there。 it was only when i thought that i had lost my best friend that i realized that she was going to be around forever。
英语日记作文 篇6
It＇s a true story in the summer of 1998 when I was attending a youth conference in L. A... and it feels so good to rewind it in the recollection...
Fog swirls, swallowing the car in front of us. Dense, impenetrable, the wall of white throws back the lights into my eyes. There are four of us in a family van that is creeping along the free way from downtown L. A. to Lancaster. Fog gets even stronger and spreads out like a blanket over the flat land. It＇s Noah＇s turn to drive with complaints about the couldn＇t be lower visibility. But he is whispering so that Eugene and Kikki can sleep still. With eyes slightly closed, I am playing Bob Dylan on the disk, whose rhythm echoes the midnight prays.
Well, we＇ve truly had enough prayers just now. Being off from the annual Vineyard Church International Yough Conference, I find myself deeply buried in the ferment that kids create from all over the world. There are cries and whisper, laughter and tears, bless and pain, confidence and disbelief mixed together, building up a confession of the detours of soul. Bible has recorded all this since centuries ago. It＇s about God, but it＇s not all time religion.
A boy from Panama asked me if I eat turkey as an Irish Catholic when pastor David was presenting his speech. I smilingly nodded my head and turned back to Mr. David. He is an authentic English with dark blue pupils, eyes right fixing into his listener while talking.He has truly handsome chins that show up his decency of smile and subtleness of wit.
"There is only one door into heaven and Jesus said, ＇I＇m the door＇ (John 10: 9), he quoted, "The way you enter is by expressing faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Faith in Jesus is a commitment to the one whose life becomes your life and his life within you makes you a new person."
There was a dead silence for praying before a burst of weeping broke the ice. A blonde girl threw herself into the arms of the peer beside her, hiding her face. A boy of crew cut on the first row was bending his knees, forehead down to the ground,whispering his regrets. A black girl standing right beside me was shivering her lips with tears hanging up in her eyes, showing a piece of uncertainty.It was truly heart wrenching when more and more kids were peacefully touched by the power of God,harmonizing their words with tears, rather than screaming out their logo as "we love Jesus yes we dm we love Jesus how about you."
It hasn＇t been long before I am used to the way of praying here in the States. The melancholies in the air soon put me on the way of figuring out the fact lying behind the tears. It numbed me to see the fear and solitude that root deeply in this materially rich world. There is a false security that drastically reshapes the country by drug, crimes, pre marital sex and racism.And it seemed here every tiny little souls were certain victims. Jesus wasn＇t truly there, but the void became the savior.
It was then that the mother of pastor David rose to sing "Ave Maria".She came up to piano in a gentle pace, took a breath, closed her eyes, and delivered the goods.Well, never have heard the song offered with more feeling, more passion and fervor. She was seventy years old and magnificent.The plain voice flowing in the air was neither scratchy nor dramatic that you might expect from an aging third rate opera singer. This was actually the voice of a grandmother distilling her life into the music to honor what she loved and believed in. when the last lovely note faded and silence held us firm, the "grandma" opened her eyes, smiled at us, and said, "my lord be with you."
That is basically what received from the journey of soul. I told out my sins with once-in-life-time honesty.I may never get a chance to bump into Pastor David and I truly miss this mid aged gentleman of deep sea pupil, although he didn＇t succeed making me believe that Jesus died on the cross for my sin and paid my sin debt in full.
Noah is now too sleepy to drive. It＇s my turn to stay awake in this misty of midnight Los Angeles. Fog stands still when we are inching along the road of this spiritual trip. I don＇t know what keeps me in such a wild and peaceful excitement. Well, if the fog doesn＇t lift, may we at least have some lines and reflectors put down along the road to guide us.
英语日记作文 篇7
今天上英语课了，我们又重新分组。我被分到了B组。这次分成的两组实力相当，但我们组更胜一筹。在两组中，优等生的数量基本相同，分基本都能拿到，就看中等生的分数了。
在老师让我们对作业上的答案并让我们一个接一个地回答问题时，发生了一件十分好玩的事：
孟子轩在回答“ing.”这道问题时，也不知道他是紧张的原因，还是真的不会，居然把正确答案的in说成了of，让我们都快发狂了——他们组是气的，我们组是笑的。只见孟子轩被一群人围在中间，在他们组同学的质问下脸涨得通红，作为另一方的`我们则为他们组所起的“内讧”而幸灾乐祸的鼓掌……场面一片混乱。
由于对方的失误，使我们斗志倍增、越战越勇，最终把胜利收入囊中。
这次英语课以我们组的胜利而告终，实在是太痛快了!
英语日记作文 篇8
Today, my parents and I go back to my hometown happily for the Spring Festival.
As soon as I came to my home, I found a new spring couplet on the door, and I was happy to find my brother. I took a football gun. It was round and green. The shell was thin and plastic. It was very green. I carefully put the gun on the stairs, brother help me to start a small stick to me slowly sticks at gun, only to hear "bang bang, this football gun can be really loud!
We eat the evening dinner together to watch the party together, there are sketches, crosstalk, singing and dancing...
It looks great!
This Spring Festival this Spring Festival is very happy, I wish everyone every day as happy as the Spring Festival,
英语日记作文 篇9
Dear mother:
I miss you very much, Mum.
I have left you for four days. Maybe it is really a short time. But I feel it is too long. I found that I couldn’t do a lot of things without you. For example, I couldn’t wash my clothes clean. It is too hard for me. I felt it is too troublesome and toilsome, but I’m sixteen years old now. I must be independent. So, Mum, I don’t know what’s what and I’m very stubborn. Sometimes, I disobeied your desire, which made you very angry. Now, I regret it. When I see some white hair in your head, I felt very sad. You are not young nay more. Sometimes you look very haggard. I know that’s because you give too much. You always concerned with my school record, healthy and a lot of other things. My school record always made you very sad. That’s my falt. I’m sorry.
Mum, you are too labbrious. You must have a good rest. I come of my ago now. I will correct my mistakes. You can rest assured!
Mum, I wish you good health and happy. I love you! Mum!
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