便条的范文200字(共7篇)思维导图

Note(便条)

May 15th

Dear Alice.

I wonder if you eould lend me your Chinese-English dictionary. I will return it three days later. Now I am translating an important Chinese article into English. However, I often meet some Chinese words which I don't know how to say in English. So I have to turn to the Chinese-English dietionary for help from time to time. But mine is lost. I will take good care of your dictionary. I will definitely not damage it. Thank you very much!

Jenny

亲爱的'艾丽丝：

今天我们在青少年活动中心学工，我们在上按正常时间上学，八点四十分上大巴出发了!

上大巴之前，我们有六个同学出列，不跟我们班坐一辆大巴，而是跟我们的英语老师

俞老师一起坐。到了那里后，因我们班还没来，我们跟着俞老师进入了青少年活动中心里面。9班来了，11班来了，10班来了，7班来了，就是没看到我们班的踪影，六个人进入了第一个教室，"急救自救"。那个里面有许多的工具：人体"模特"，手，一只是被烫伤的，一只是被烧伤的，看起来非常可怕。

我们班终于来了，六个人一早就在急救自救的教室里了。排好座位，吵吵闹闹的，开始了课程。第一个内容是知识竞赛，分成六个组，开始竞赛了。发生洪水事故了可以采用什么样的措施?这题就由我们来回答：要爬到高处，如，树上，屋顶上……心脏复苏看起来虽然很难但是做起来很简单：十指相扣，双臂垂直，向下按压5厘米左右，每按三十次，人工呼吸做两次。接下来最后一个任务是，包扎伤口。如果是被蛇咬的话，就要从离心脏近的手臂开始包扎，直到离手只差十公分的地方。

真人cs，这才叫真正的爽。一共分三局，第一局是蓝队防守，红队攻，我呢，当然是红队的呀!但是万万没想到，我们队居然输了，好可惜啊!第二局我们红队防守，他们蓝队攻，结果还是蓝队赢。最后一局，我们终于胜利了，辛苦的胜利啊!

这次学工好好玩啊，我还得到了一张达人卡了呢!

-月是开学的第一个月,在这一个月里,我班的各项工作在园领导的指导和班上三老师的密切配合下,基本上都能按部就班的如期开展。班上的7位宝宝除了有时有个别因为生病有请几天假外,其余幼儿都能积极来园,并开心的参与各项活动。

一、教育教学方面

二、卫生保健方面

三、家园联系方面

一、 英文写作导航

二、中考热点话题

三、满分作文引路

岁月的便条英语散文

Can you still find this day, my dear, among your possessions?

Among the souvenirs of your trips to faraway lands, the textbooks from those halcyon days when you walked the hallowed portals of that engineering college, the cassettes whose covers were left behind after one of those bacchanalian sessions in the hostel, the photographs of those classmates whose names you can't remember? Or is it hidden in the darkness, put out of sight along with the book you bought but never read, the gift you never quite found a use for and the letters you never finished or sent.

I can still find it here, in the city, in the house which you have never visited, in the kitchen where I have imaginary conversations with you. It is here even when I am not, for I go out now, leaving the light on and the music playing, so I can return home to the illusion of company.

I am probably better off now. Without secrets to keep from my parents. Without someone to come between me and my friends, me and my pastimes, me and my work, me and my sensible, understandable, utilitarian life. The life that I keep trying, keep failing to bring in line with the expectations that I keep trying, keep failing to make my own.

It is not that I always feel like this, sometimes I yearn for those days when tears and laughter both came easy. Those easy and quick transitions from ecstasy to despair. When a compliment could keep my mind occupied for hours on end and a harsh word could prick like a pin the same skin which now seems dry and insensitive. Like probably millions around the world, I look outside the window of a crowded bus, lost in my own thoughts and wonder how it could happen to me.

Was I not supposed to be different from the rest? Not for the silly schoolgirl infatuation with the football team captain or the fascination with the good for nothing, pot-smoking aspiring poet. Ours was a mature friendship that had blossomed into more. How could I feel a pang of envy then, when you lent a helping hand to another girl, when you spoke about someone who's far away and about to be married, when you were so involved in the book you were reading that you did not notice that we never met all day?

When we decided that it had been too long and that we should meet, I carefully started preparing a package for you. A small poem, that book you always wanted but never found, an old photograph and a bar of chocolate for us to share. What would I wear and what would we talk about? The package still remains in my drawer waiting for the phone to ring again.

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon when we sat in my tiny hostel room, discussing capitalism and campus gossip with equal fervor. When it seemed as if those conversations could last forever and we would never tire of them. When Joni Mitchell sang "California" seven times on continuous play before we thought of getting out.

Then one day suddenly we were looking for each other. You were always somewhere else, doing something else and strangely enough so was I. Those new people I met on that trip and that junior guy who loved the same movies I do. That girl next door who took math lessons from you. My room was almost always locked and yours was no different. We seemed to have discovered a whole world outside of ourselves all of a sudden. The tragedy was we had also lost the world we had before.

Then came the rescue mission. The loud fights in the hostel wing, the long silences and the desperate angry notes. Frustration, anxiety and even love revealing itself in the ugliest possible ways. Then indifference, complacency and resignation. Calm, dispassionate discussions on how we could stay friends. The decision that we should always let the other know when we would be around. That's when I started leaving those yellow post-its on the door. Those yellow post-its which by the time I came back would have your coordinates that I never used. If we had all of them now, they would be telling this tale a lot better than I am now.

Back home, I still continue leaving those post-its to this day, hoping that someone will write their whereabouts on them as well.

一、描写自己、朋友或家人的喜好

二、描写方位的短文

三、用进行时态描写的各种短文

四、天气预报的短文

五、描写人物的短文

六、用过去时态描写假日或周末的短文、日记

七、描写规则的短文

初一英语作文范文

Mybestfriend

whenwehavetime.

much.

Thisismyfamily.

IwanttoplayinNBAonedaylikehim.

IamSally.

Ihavetowalkmydog.(.溜狗)Ican’t

parents.

withhisE.

nearmine.