篇一:介绍自己的特长Introduce Your Speciality
  I like sports and I'm good at playing basketball. Every day,I practise basketball with my classmates after school.I also enjoy listening to music but I can't sing well. I'm afraid of singing in front of people. I hope our school will start a singing club. I'm sure I can make great progress with our teachers. I also hope there will be less homework on weekends. Then I can have more time to do what I'm interested in.
  篇二:父亲给我的礼物 The Present My Father Gave Me
  When I was young,my father ,who always taught me how to be a true man,told me that it is essential to be tolerant in your life whatever happens.
  And that remains the most valuable present he gave me,I think. To be tolerant, I need to keep calm when great trouble lies in front of me,however difficult it is to overcome it; To be tolerant ,I need to resist the temptation of all kinds of the outside world,even if it is so attractive; To be torlerant, I need to pull myself(控制自己情绪) in times of extreme sorrows and joys, no matter how they affect me.


  My good friend

  My friend Wei Hua was born in March, 1992. He lives in Beijing now. His father is a worker and his mother works in a hospital. He is good at maths and often gets full marks.
  As good friends, we often play basketball together. He often helps me with maths when I have difficulty in it. He wants to be a scientist when he grows up.



  A Memorable Day

  One afternoon, it was drizzling. I was on my way home by train. There were only a few passengers in the carriage. When the train reached the station in front of a bridge, two impressive passengers got on, an old and a young. They looked like father and son. And they were both disabled. The old man was blind.The little boy of eight or nine years old had only one eye open,the other closed tightly. The little boy took pains to move with his father. As the train started rumbling again, the little boy's voice got around, "Grandpas, grandmas, uncles and aunts, my honor to meet you. I'm Xiao Ming. Now I will sing a song for you."
  Although the song was not very elegant, it sounded cordial and sweet. After several songs, as was expected, the boy began to "beg". Neither did he use a plate, nor did he extend his hands before you. He just said, "Uncles and aunts", then he would keep in silence. Everyone understood what he meant, but they pretended to know nothing. Some even turned their heads aside.When the boy got to the end of the carriage with empty hands, a middle aged woman screamed with annoyance, "What the hell happens? The beggars are everywhere!" Suddenly all eyes fixed on them. To our surprise, the little boy said slowly and seriously, "Aunt, I'm not a beggar. I live on singing."
  At that moment, my eyes misted. I was not aware of who started to applaud. Immediately, the carriage was filled with applause. As I was putting a coin on his hand, I believed that there was no beggar on earth.