关于”感想“的英语作文范文5篇，作文题目：。以下是关于感想的xx年级英语范文，每篇作文均为满分范文带翻译。
高分英语作文1：
In my opinion, when we are in another country, learning English is like a bridge for communication. We can't just speak our mother tongue, so English is a universal language in the world, which can help us learn English better, because when my mother and I are together, it can also be used to talk with my classmates, but I don't want her to listen. I like learning English because In the English world, there is always a variety of knowledge, happiness, culture, history, so I like English, this is my idea of learning English.
中文翻译：
在我看来，当我们在另一个国家的时候，学习英语就像一座沟通的桥梁，我们不能只说我们的母语，所以英语是全世界通用的语言，可以帮助我们更好地学习英语，因为当妈妈和我在一起的时候，它也可以用来和我的同学交谈，但我不想让她听我喜欢学英语，因为在英语世界里，总是有各种各样的知识，快乐，文化，历史，所以我喜欢英语，这是我学习英语的想法。
万能作文模板2：
Last year, I went home to worship my grandfather. Qingming Festival used to be a folk festival. In the past, it was called "tree planting day".
But today, when Chinese people go to their homes to sweep their graves, they often have to pull out any Bush full of weeds and sweep away the soil. The whole family will offer food and spiritual sacrifices. Money is different from the sacrifice on the family altar.
The sacrifice in the tomb is different from that on the family altar It's usually dry and boring food. One theory is that, because there are many ghosts around a tomb, the less attractive food will be eaten by the ancestors rather than plundered by strangers over time. This festival of celebrating life has become a day to commemorate the ancestors.
The Chinese believe that the spirit of the ancestors, taking care of the family's food and the sacrifice of spiritual money, can make them happy, and the family will be happy Prosperity, through the harvest and more children.
中文翻译：
去年清明节，我回家拜祭我的祖父清明节过去是一个民间节日，过去，清明节被称为“植树节”，但今天，中国人到他们家扫墓时往往要把任何长满杂草的灌木丛都拔掉，把泥土扫走，一家人都会摆出食物和精神的祭品金钱与家庭祭坛上的祭品不同，坟墓里的祭品通常都是干瘪乏味的食物。一种理论认为，由于一个墓穴周围有许多鬼魂，所以不那么吸引人的食物会被祖先吃掉，而不会随着时间的推移被陌生人掠夺，这种庆祝生命的节日成为了一个纪念祖先的日子，中国人相信，先人的精神照顾家庭的食物和精神金钱的牺牲，可以使他们幸福，家庭将繁荣，通过丰收和更多的孩子。
满分英语范文3：感想
Day and night, she came to tuck me in. Even after I had followed her long-term habits as a child, she would lean over and push my long hair away and kiss my forehead. I don't remember when I began to annoy me.
Her hand pushed my hair that way, but it really bothered me because they thought my young skin was rough. Finally, one night, I was cruel "Don't do it again. Your hands are too rough." She didn't say anything, but my mother never ended my day with her familiar expression of love.
She couldn't sleep for a long time. My words lingered in my heart, but pride killed my conscience. I didn't tell her again and again that I'm sorry.
As the years passed, my mind went back to that night. I missed my mother's hand and missed her on my forehead The kiss of good night on my head sometimes seems very close, sometimes it is very far away, but it always hides in my heart. Well, the years have passed, and I have not a little girl who is no longer a mother.
She is in her middle age. I used to think that such rough hands are still doing things for me and my family. She is our doctor and reaches into the medicine cabinet to take medicine to comfort them A little girl's stomach or a boy's scratched knee.
She makes the best fried chicken in the world, which can remove stains from jeans. Just like I've never and still insist on handing out ice cream at any time of the day or night for years, my mother's hands have worked for countless hours, and now she spends most of her time in the automatic washing machine On special occasions, I found myself attracted to the next door to spend the night with her. On the eve of Thanksgiving, when I was sleeping in my young bedroom, a familiar hand crept slowly across my face, stroking the hair on my forehead, and then a kiss, such as This gentle, touching my forehead in my memory, this is the 1000th time in my memory, I remember that night, my rude young voice complained, "don't do this again, your hands are too rough." grabbing my mother's hand, I blurted out that I was so sorry for the night I thought she would remember, but mom didn't know what I was talking about, she Long forgotten, also forgiven, I was grateful to my mother, with gratitude to my mother, long lost.
中文翻译：
夜以继日，她来给我掖好被子，即使在我童年时代遵循她长期的习惯之后，她也会俯身把我的长发推开，然后吻我的额头我不记得什么时候开始烦我了她的手把我的头发往那边推，但这确实让我很烦，因为他们觉得我年轻的皮肤很粗糙，最后，有一天晚上，我狠狠地斥责她：“别再这样了，你的手太粗糙了。”她什么也没说，但我母亲再也没有用她那熟悉的爱的表情结束我的一天，她很长一段时间都睡不着，我的话萦绕在我心头，但骄傲扼杀了我的良心，我没有一次又一次地告诉她我很抱歉，随着岁月的流逝，我的思绪又回到了那晚，我想念我母亲的手，想念她在我额头上的晚安之吻有时这件事看起来很近，有时很遥远，但它总是潜藏在我的心底，好吧，岁月已经过去，而我却没有一个小女孩不再是一个母亲，她在她的中年，我曾经认为是如此粗糙的手仍然在为我和我的家人做事情她是我们的医生，伸手到药柜里拿药来安抚一个小女孩的胃或抚慰一个男孩擦伤的膝盖她做的炸鸡是世界上最好的炸鸡，它能去除牛仔裤上的污渍就像这些年来，我从来没有也仍然坚持在白天或晚上的任何时候分发冰激凌一样，我母亲的双手已经付出了无数个小时的辛劳，现在她的大部分时间都在自动洗衣机前，我自己的孩子长大了，也走了，妈妈不再有爸爸了，在特殊的场合，我发现自己被吸引到隔壁去度过与她共度的夜晚，就在感恩节前夕的深夜，当我在我年轻的卧室里睡着时，一只熟悉的手迟疑地从我的脸上悄悄掠过，抚摸着我额头上的头发，然后一个吻，如此温柔地，在我的记忆中抚摸着我的额头，这是我记忆中的第一千次，我回忆起那天晚上，我那粗暴的年轻声音抱怨道：“别再这样了，你的手太粗糙了”抓住妈妈的手，我脱口而出，我为那晚我以为她会记得的那晚我是多么的抱歉，但妈妈不知道我在说什么，她早就忘了，也原谅了，我怀着对母亲的感激之情，怀着对母亲的感激之情，久违了。
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