写作文如何带有情感【一】
Dear Sir,
I am writing to seek your advice regarding which subject I should choose as my major, history or computer science. I am studying in the last year in high school now.
Next year, I hope that I will be able to enroll in your college. I began to take a special interest in history when I was a primary school student. I can still remember the historical stories my teachers told in class, so I was wondering if I should continue to study in your college. However, several days age, one of my friends told me that computer science is more popular nowadays.
As a matter of fact, many jobs need IT skills. I was advised that it’s more important to find a job than merely to satisfy personal interest. Therefore, it is now very hard for me to decide which subject I should choose. Must I give up my favorite subject and take employment need as a priority? I would be more than grateful to you if could tell me your advice about this. Your early reply would be highly appreciated.
Yours faithfully
Wang Rutao
写作文如何带有情感【二】
Dear teacher:
Let me introduce one of my friends to you.
His name is Liming . He graduated from Beijing University and major in English. He started learning English since 12 years old. His parents have a lot of American friends. That’s why he has no problem communicating with Americans or others by speaking English.In his spare time, He like to do anything relating to English such as listening to English songs, watching English movies or TV programs, or even attending the activities held by some English clubs or institutes. He used to go abroad for a short- term English study. During that time, He learned a lot of daily life English and saw a lot of different things.Now he is my best friends .We often communicate in English .I can learn some fresh things from him.
Yours
写作文如何带有情感【三】
家中小白猪失踪之后，妈一直很气恼。
当初决定养一头猪来贴补家用，爸唠叨了半天，说了一大堆不赞成的话。妈气不过了，咬牙用存了很久的私房钱买下了这头小白猪。没想到养了才几天，因为一时疏忽忘了关猪栅，居然给它逃走了。妈为此自怨自艾难过了好几天。妈的心情不好，我和爸说话都小声小气的。
一个礼拜后的一天，妈在厨房忙。突然，“砰”的一声，爸撞开门冲进来。“看！这是什么？”
爸把它送到妈面前，邀功似地说：“我在湖边找到它的时候，它脖子上还套根绳子，可能是邻近的小孩抓到养着，玩腻了才放它回来的。”
接过小猪，妈一遍又一遍地抚摸它满是泥巴的头，竟流下泪来。
爸走过去，一反平日的粗声粗气，温柔地轻摸着她的肩头，说：“找回来就好了，有什么好哭的呢？”妈的脸有些红了，轻轻躲开爸的手，擦擦眼泪，掩饰说：“我去看饭好了没有。”
客厅里只剩下我和爸，他把头舒服地靠在椅背上。
“爸，可惜这只显得小了点。”爸猛地从椅子上跳下来，难以置信地瞪着我，我笑笑，“昨天，我看你去找吴伯了。”
“好家伙！”爸一边笑一边摸口袋想找烟，又颓唐地放下，摇摇头，“我从你妈给我的烟钱里，东拼西凑好不容易省下点私房钱。这下倒好，得戒烟了。”
我走进厨房，妈在炒菜。
“好大的油烟，”我说。她撩起衣襟拭一下眼睛：“你爸和你说些什么？”“没有。”“真的没有？”我心虚地垂下了头：“什么也没有。”
“大概是说这头猪怎么弄来的吧？”妈说，“他也真傻，猪是我养的，怎么会认不出来呢？”
离开厨房，背后传来妈的声音：“告诉你爸，衣橱里有我以前替他存的两条‘长寿牌’香烟。”
门外，爸躺在摇椅上，面对着满天云彩的黄昏。
