四年級的英語手抄報

　　小學的圖怎麼畫呢？要寫什麼內容呢？下面是小編為大家整理了一些，希望大家喜歡。

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　　資料：雪人

　　Many friends of mine who study in the north upload a lot of interesting pictures about snowmen on their personal blogs. Born in the south and bred in the south; I never ever have a chance to see snow. I think they must have fun when they made a snowman. I really envy them. Every time I tell my parents we should go to the north for Spring Festival but they don’t agree my father has some relations in Shanxi where snows every year they think we could get sick because of the cold weather. Maybe someday I can travel to the north by myself.

　　I know that the cultural in the north is totally different from south. In south, we almost eat everything, while in the north, people staple food is wheat. I hear that they eat noodles all the time. I don’t know it’s true or not. I just want to travel to there to test it by myself. In my opinion, traveling alone or with my friends to the north is quite a challenge for me. I wish i can save enough money, so I can go there to see the view of the north.

　　我有很多在南方讀書的朋友，他們都在個人部落格上上傳了關於雪人的照片。生長在南方，我從未見過雪。我覺得堆雪人的時候一定很好玩。我很羨慕他們。每次我告訴我的父母我們應該去南方過年時，他們卻不願意。父親有兄弟在陝西，那裡每年都下雪。他們認為如果去北方的話會因為寒冷而生病。也許某一天我會自己去北方旅遊。

　　我認為北方的文化和南方的完全不一樣。在南方，我們基本上什麼都可以作為食材。而在北方，人們的主食則是麵粉。我聽說他們總是吃麵條。我不知道這是否是真的還是假的。我想自己去北方旅遊，然後看看這是否為真。在我看來，獨自一人或者與朋友去北方是種挑戰。我希望我能存到足夠的錢，然後去體驗北方的風景。

　　內容：英語小故事

　　My day began on a decidedly sour發酵的，刺耳的 note when I saw my six-year-old wrestling with a limb of my azalea杜鵑花 bush. By the time I got outside, he'd broken it. "Can I take this to school today?" he asked. With a wave of my hand, I sent him off. I turned my back so he wouldn't see the tears gathering in my eyes. I loved that azalea bush. I touched the broken limb as if to say silently, "I'm sorry."

　　I wished I could have said that to my husband earlier, but I'd been angry. The washing machine had leaked on my brand-new linoleum. If he'd just taken the time to fix it the night before when I asked him instead of playing checkers with Jonathan. What are his priorities anyway? I wondered. I was still mopping up the mess when Jonathan walked into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast, Mom?" I opened the empty refrigerator. "Not cereal," I said, watching the sides of his mouth drop. "How about toast and jelly?" I smeared the toast with jelly and set it in front of him. Why was I so angry? I tossed my husband's dishes into the sudsy起泡沫的 water.

　　It was days like this that made me want to quit. I just wanted to drive up to the mountains, hide in a cave, and never come out.

　　Somehow I managed to lug the wet clothes to the laundromat. I spent most of the day washing and drying clothes and thinking how love had disappeared from my life. Staring at the graffiti塗鴉 on the walls, I felt as wrung-out as the clothes left in the washers.

　　As I finished hanging up the last of my husband's shirts, I looked at the clock. 2:30. I was late. Jonathan's class let out at 2:15. I dumped the clothes in the back seat and hurriedly drove to the school.

　　I was out of breath by the time I knocked on the teacher's door and peered through the glass. With one finger, she motioned for me to wait. She said something to Jonathan and handed him and two other children crayons and a sheet of paper.

　　What now? I thought, as she rustled through the door and took me aside. "I want to talk to you about Jonathan," she said.

　　I prepared myself for the worst. Nothing would have surprised me. "Did you know Jonathan brought flowers to school today?" she asked. I nodded, thinking about my favorite bush and trying to hide the hurt in my eyes. I glanced at my son busily coloring a picture. His wavy hair was too long and flopped just beneath his brow. He brushed it away with the back of his hand. His eyes burst with blue as he admired his handiwork手工製品. "Let me tell you about yesterday," the teacher insisted. "See that little girl?" I watched the bright-eyed child laugh and point to a colorful picture taped to the wall. I nodded.

　　"Well, yesterday she was almost hysterical. Her mother and father are going through a nasty divorce. She told me she didn't want to live, she wished she could die. I watched that little girl bury her face in her hands and say loud enough for the class to hear, 'Nobody loves me.' I did all I could to console her, but it only seemed to make matters worse." "I thought you wanted to talk to me about Jonathan," I said.

　　"I do," she said, touching the sleeve of my blouse. "Today your son walked straight over to that child. I watched him hand her some pretty pink flowers and whisper, 'I love you.'"

　　I felt my heart swell with pride for what my son had done. I smiled at the teacher. "Thank you," I said, reaching for Jonathan's hand, "you've made my day."

　　Later that evening, I began pulling weeds from around my lopsided azalea bush. As my mind wandered back to the love Jonathan showed the little girl, a biblical verse came to me: "...these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." While my son had put love into practice, I had only felt anger.

　　I heard the familiar squeak of my husband's brakes as he pulled into the drive. I snapped a small limb bristling with hot pink azaleas off the bush. I felt the seed of love that God planted in my family beginning to bloom once again in me. My husband's eyes widened in surprise as I handed him the flowers. "I love you," I said.