兒童英語手抄報簡短

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　　兒童英語手抄報資料1

　　The magnificent ideal of the morale, the young mind the red flower.

　　To be a pillar of the cloud.

　　A young man is a man who is young and ambitious.

　　Study hard, study hard, and study hard at the peak.

　　childhood is the most wonderful thing in the life stage, then the child is a flower, also is a fruit, is a hazy smart, a permanent the restless activity, a strong desire.

　　Children are happy holidays.

　　Childish is to grow, will mature, as long as not old age, corrupt, good.

　　The flowers of the motherland, the flowers of the garden; Future masters, a generation of successors.

　　From childhood to science, we grow up.

　　Love labor, love science; Morality, civilization.

　　兒童英語手抄報資料2

　　I don't know how many "61" festivals I have spent, I don't know how many things I have left behind in the memory. We will pass the last "61"...

　　Six years of elementary school have gone so far away from me. I don't know how many unexpected things I have to do in the future. Or I don't want him to come to me, or I always are also unexpected things, but for today, full of empty will accompany me to spend my last "children".

　　The whole class enjoyed playing tug-of-war in sixth grade. The naive smile, the infantile laughter is the best cold wind in summer, with each person's expectation of victory, the yearning of the champion. As the whistle blew, our class began the war with four classes. There are five classes in our sixth grade, and we are in class three. In the face of four classes, we had a lot of confidence before the game, and we played with them as early as before. They lose when compared to each other. But now:

　　"One, two, one, two, two." The cheerleaders of the two classes kept Shouting, hoping to boost the morale of the players. As soon as class four began to pull the red flag of our class in the past, we looked at the red flag which was getting further and further away from our class, but we couldn't do anything about it. The players were angry, but the hemp was coming off our hands. "SHH!" At the sound of the whistle, the referee was relentless in announcing the first victory of class four. Watching the smile of the four-class victory, it was a bad feeling. Make up your mind to make sure that the next one will bring back the score. After a short rest, the second game slowly pulled open heavy curtain, this is a war of no gunpowder smoke, everyone in the heart with anger and sorrow, everyone seems to be the sparking eyes, everyone is ready, ready to go all out, but as a result, the hard tragedy, still can't change...

　　How unwilling we are, our last "61" festival, we pass through the failure. Everyone does not want to say too many words, fail or fail; How sad we are, our last sixth day, although the sun is shining, our sky is full of clouds. How helpless we are, who knows how deep our hearts are; Our last "61",

　　Maybe after the bye we will say goodbye, maybe we will go their separate ways, how our hearts, with the golden sun, we also slowly down the tears of transparent...