的英语文章100个单词内

㈠ 100个单词的英文短文

1.一些人认为幸运数字会给他们带好运。
2。一些人认为运气和幸运数字无关。
3。我认为……
哎哎这其实是很低级的表达...不过既然LZ要求了那就以这个开头吧....
Many people consider that numbers are not simply a digit but a symbol of luck, while others indicate that luck has nothing to do with numbers. I personally do not agree that lucky number will bring one luck, for luck completely depends on probability, and believing in lucky number is just a typical form of superstition.
First of all, It is the basic math problem. Any number is equal, not that your number is favored because it is lucky number. Buying lottery for example, the lottery machine will never care how lucky the number you pick is. . Secondly, luck is a nothingness itself, let alone lucky number. It was invented only for mentally comforting people who believe in it.
Indeed, The result of a hockey game will never be changed by a player's jersey with a lucky number on it. Therefore, lucky number does not mean anything or make any difference in people's life.

㈡ 英语作文(不少于100个单词)

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㈢ 英语小短文100个单词

Diamond
Friendship is a diamond
buried in the earth;
a treasure of great worth.
But first it must be mined
then faceted and shined.
It takes pick and shovel and strain,
encompassing time and enring pain,
until its grace is seen;
a glittering gift of love
that's shared between we three:
First God,
and you,
then me.
----Sally J.Knower
中文翻译：
友情是钻石
友情是一枚埋在泥土里的钻石；
是一笔巨额的财富.
不过起初它一定被埋在泥土里,
后经雕琢继而发出耀眼的光芒.
它经历千锤百炼,经受着时间的考验,
直到有一天它的美丽被发现；
爱是件闪光的礼物
我们三人共同分享：上帝,你和我.

㈣ 英语美文50~100个单词间

To a large degree, the measure of our peace of mind is determined by how much we are able to live on the present moment. Irrespective of what happened yesterday or last year, and what may or may not happen tomorrow, the present moment is where you are -- always!
Without question, many of us have mastered the neurotic art of spending much of our lives worrying about variety of things -- all at once. We allow past problems and future concerns to dominate your present moments, so much so that we end up anxious, frustrated, depressed, and hopeless. On the flip side, we also postpone our gratification, our stated priorities, and our happiness, often convincing ourselves that "someday" will be much better than today. Unfortunately, the same mental dynamics that tell us to look toward the future will only repeat themselves so that 'someday' never actually arrives. John Lennone once said, "Life is what is happening while we are busy making other plans." When we are busy making 'other plans', our children are busy growing up, the people we love are moving away and dying, our bodies are getting out of shape, and our dreams are slipping away. In short, we miss out on life.
Many people lives as if life is a dress rehearsal for some later date. It isn't. In fact, no one has a guarantee that he or she will be here tomorrow. Now is the only time we have, and the only time that we have any control over. When our attention is in the present moment, we push fear from our minds. Fear is the concern over events that might happen in the future -- we won't have enoughh money, our children will get into trouble, we will get old and die, whatever.
To combat fear, the best stradegy is to learn to bring your attention back to the present. Mark Twain said,"I have been through some terrible things in life, some of which actually happened." I don't think I can say it any better. Practice keeping your attention on the here and now. Your effort will pay great dividends.

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我们内心是否平和在很大程度上是由我们是否能生活在现实之中所决定的．不管昨天或去年发生了什么，不管明天可能发生或不发生什么，现实才是你时时刻刻所在之处。
毫无疑问，我们很多人掌握了一种神经兮兮的艺术，即把生活中的大部分时间花在为种种事情担心忧虑上－－而且常常是同时忧虑许多事情．
我们听凭过去的麻烦和未来的担心控制我们此时此刻的生活，以至我们整日焦虑不安，委靡不振，甚至沮丧绝望．而另一方面我们又推迟我们的满足感，推迟我们应优先考虑的事情，推迟我们的幸福感，常常说服自己“有朝一日”会比今天更好．不幸的是，如此告戒我们朝前看的大脑动力只能重复来重复去，以至“有朝一日”不会真的来临．约翰．列侬曾经说过：“生活就是当我们忙于制定别的计划时发生的事．”当我们忙于指定种种＂别的计划＂时，我们的孩子在忙于长大，我们挚爱的人离去了甚至快去世了，我们的体型变样了，而我们的梦想也在消然溜走了．一句话，我们错过了生活。
许多人的生活好象是某个未来日子的彩排，并非如此。事实上，没人能保证他或她肯定还活着。现在是我们所拥有的唯一时间，现在也是我们能控制的唯一的时间。当我们将注意力放在此时此刻时，我们就将恐惧置于脑后。恐惧就是我们担忧某些事情会在未来发生－－我们不讳有足够的钱，我们的孩子会惹上麻烦，我们会变老，会死去，诸如此类。
若要克服恐惧心理，最佳策略是学会将你的注意力拉回此时此刻。马克．吐温说过：“我经历过生活中一些可怕的事情，有些的确发生过。”我想我说不出比这更具内涵的话。经常将注意力集中于此情此景，此时此刻，你的努力终会有丰厚的报偿。

㈤ 100个单词的英语作文

To a Chinese, the task of learning English well is not easy. So I, like many other English learners, have met with difficulties in learning English ring the past seven years. But I managed to overcome them and made much progress.
The spelling and meaning of words can be said to be the first difficulty I met as a beginner. But I found our my own way to deal with them. As to spelling, I never copied a new work again and again to remember it, but tried to find its relevance to the sound. In fact, as long as I can read the word out, I can write it out. As to the meaning, I rarely recite its Chinese translation but often put the word into the sentence to learn its meaning. Moreover, if you use a word quite often, its spelling and meaning will be no problem. After all, we are learning English in order to use it.
Grammar and idioms may be another difficulty. But I have also got over it. I have not read lots of grammar books. But I spent much time reading the articles written by native speakers or specialists in English. By doing so, I came to gain “ sense of English language”. I began to gain a feel for which sentences are “good English” and which are not.
Finally, I want to say that overcoming all these difficulties requires perseverance. In the past seven years I spent at least an hour on English each day. I believe this is an important reason why I am able to make progress in learning English.

㈥ 初一英语文章100个单词左右

I 'm a student of the International Middle School .Now I describe our school to you.The synthesis building located at campus middle, is grave and is lively, does not appear monotonous. He is the ring-like building, is a little close “raised” the glyph, has six buildings to be high. This building's floor attaches the white linearity the mosaic. Has the powder purple mosaic. Beautiful extremely! That is treating the west side main entrance, is “raised” the glyph breaks out. The entrance two trough cycad, look like two goalkeeper's full of energy standing in the entrance, is persevering own post. Two pillars are brown. Supports Lou Ti to break out the part.

㈦ My dream 的英语文章100个单词内

Everybody has its own dream.Of course,Ihave,too.My dream is to be an art.And I think I will work as an art in an art school after leaving college.I will also be good at French . At the same time , I will hold art exhibitions. At last, I want to be rich ,too.

每个人都有自己的梦想。当然，我也有。我的梦想是成为一名画家。我认为我将会作为一名画家在美术学校工作在我离开学校以后。我也将会擅长于法语。同时，我将举行画展。最后，我也希望变得富有。

㈧ 100个单词以上的英语短文

A Haunted House

by Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)

Word Count: 710

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a ghostly couple.

"Here we left it," she said. And he added, "Oh, but here tool" "It's upstairs," she murmured. "And in the garden," he whispered. "Quietly," they said, "or we shall wake them."

But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. "They're looking for it; they're drawing the curtain," one might say, and so read on a page or two. "Now they've found it,' one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. "What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My hands were empty. "Perhaps its upstairs then?" The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.

But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling--what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. "Safe, safe, safe" the pulse of the house beat softly. "The treasure buried; the room . . ." the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?

A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burned behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us, coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. "Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly. 'The Treasure yours."

The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still. Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.

"Here we slept," she says. And he adds, "Kisses without number." "Waking in the morning--" "Silver between the trees--" "Upstairs--" 'In the garden--" "When summer came--" 'In winter snowtime--" "The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.

Nearer they come, cease at the doorway. The wind falls, the rain slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken, we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. "Look," he breathes. "Sound asleep. Love upon their lips."

Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause. The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.

"Safe, safe, safe," the heart of the house beats proudly. "Long years--" he sighs. "Again you found me." "Here," she murmurs, "sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left our treasure--" Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. "Safe! safe! safe!" the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry "Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart."

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