大學(xué)英語作文評析
大學(xué)英語作文評析
我們在大學(xué)里的時(shí)候，有很多個早晨可以進(jìn)行英語晨讀。下面是學(xué)習(xí)啦小編給大家整理的大學(xué)英語作文評析，供大家參閱!
大學(xué)英語作文評析：Stories of Hair
Maybe not considered the most important part of head,hair, in my opinion, is at least the most eye catching one, except for those who are bald, like Ge You. Anyway, hair plays an in dispensable role in our life, and sometimes it can offer us a lot of fun. Actually, I myself have several interesting experiences related to hair and would like to share them with you all.
The first story happened when I was eight. At that time, I was so boyish that every afternoon during the summer holiday I was seen disporting with a crowd of boys in the fierce sunlight,which gave me a precious gift, a bronze complexion. To make things worse, my hair was rather short, even shorter than most of the boys, just some one inch. One day, following my mother,I went to a department store to buy a pair of sports shoes. There were a variety of shoes of different colors and styles standing on the shelves. At once, I caught sight of a black pair with some silver streaks on its instep. Then I showed them to my mother,"What a wonderfu pair!""Not bad", mother said, "but I think they are for boys." Obviously, the saleswoman overheard our conversation, she came up to us and recommended the pair I chose, and with a radiant smile, she added, "this pair is especially suitable for the active boys just like you." My mother and I couldn't help laughing, and I had to protest, "Thank you, mad am, but I am a girl." She was genuinely shocked and touched my short hair unbelievingly. Even when we left with a pair of girlish shoes, she still had doubts about my gender.
From then on, I had to wear a hairpin to demonstrate that I am a girl. And as time passed, I broke the old saying, "the longer your hair is, the less sensibility you have." When I was in senior middle school, I already had a long plait tied back. My classmate and neighbor Nancy also has long straight hair. Since the beautiful princesses in the movie always have shining wavy hair, we both longed for the hairstyle and decided to do it ourselves. One Saturday afternoon, we attempted to carry out our great plan, but it turned out to be a disaster. To begin with, we divided our hair into several strands and combed them neat.Then we carefully rolled up every strand and fixed them with hairpins. The most important step is to cover the hair with a hot towel so that the stream could change our straight hair into the fashionable wavy style. After that both of us sat still on the chairs, afraid to ruin our perfect work. At last one hour passed,we couldn't wait to appreciate our new image. We pulled down the towel, removed the hairpins and rushed to the mirror. "Oh.My God! How terrible!" we both cried. The hair winded disorderly and defied all our efforts to make them tidy. The whole thing was a mess. We looked at each other helplessly and wondered what to do. At the very moment, my mother came home and was really amused by our funny so called wavy hair. Luckily, a magical thing came to our rescue, the vinegar. Plunged into the mixture of water and vinegar, our hair got straightened and no longer winded together.
Of course, hair means a lot more. The dyed black of the elderly can demonstrate their vigor and optimism, while the shining green hair of a cool guy shows off his pioneer spirit. And in the most renowned short story of O'Henry, The Gift of the Magi, Tara sold her beautiful brown hair to buy her husband a golden chain as the Christmas present, which moves thousands of readers to tears. To some extent, hair is a symbol of lifestyle and the philosophy of life.
簡 評
英文寫作并不一定強(qiáng)調(diào)“文以載道”。一件似乎微不足道的小事，一個近乎瑣碎的細(xì)節(jié)都可以有感而發(fā)，形諸文字。這位作者正是圍繞頭發(fā)這樣平常的事物，回憶自己童年時(shí)的天真無邪、無憂無慮。這些看似漫不經(jīng)心、不事雕琢的描述恰恰具有大詩人蘇東坡所追求的“絢爛歸于平淡”的功效，最能扣動讀者的心弦，引起讀者共鳴。所以點(diǎn)評人認(rèn)為本文作者還沒有完全領(lǐng)悟到這一點(diǎn)。最后一段可有可無。如果去掉，留給讀者品味的空間更大。而作者受習(xí)慣的影響，一定要把對頭發(fā)的討論上升到一定的高度，反而顯得有些牽強(qiáng)。
(點(diǎn)評教師：張穎)
大學(xué)英語作文評析：The Brightest Part of My Mind
Memory can be complex recall, where we may recover the fading enthusiasm, the dying distress, the faint emotions, and above all, the most striking and stifling memory. Several extracts of memory pace back and forth in my mind without minutes' pause. Perhaps they have been my part of my life, for they have certainly given me immense shake and shock.
Now I am very glad to share with you the brightest part of my never-fading memory.
It jumped into my life when I was a little pupil in Grade Two. My formal maths teacher was about to have a baby, so he,an old but strong man, substituted her. He couldn't be called a wonderful teacher;he always forgot what he had told and even what he was to tell, thus making it our responsibility to remind him where he had just paused. However, he is a gentleman with amiable temper, sending me a feeling of my grandfather being around. For the sole reason,I felt like being close to him to enjoy that kind of happiness.
The road, which has been well maintained in my memory,engraved the deep tracks of wheels and two shadows, recording the story of a pleasant evening.
That day, I walked home like a swallow. All of a sudden, a familiar shout came closer to me from my back. "Little girl, do you want a free lift?" I looked back, and the swarthy face occupied by deep lines, caught my eye immediately. I just smiled back without any answer.
"Jump on! My little girl!" He slowed his riding speed,moving towards me bit by bit. I stood there,motionless and wordless.
"Do I look like a big and wild gray wolf?" He maintained his pleasing gentleness.
I shook my head with my long hair moving right and left with fixed rhythm. At last, I opened my mouth:"I don't know how to jump."
"Well, I see. But when I was younger than you, I had already managed to jump onto my father's big and heavy bike.What's more, I was much shorter than you ! So I guess you can't ride a bike."
I nodded with my face blushed. Perhaps at that time I was a small and weak child to him, one who seemed unlikely to receive any hurt or challenge. Oddly enough, I lost my feet just with a strong feeling of flying;magically I had sat on the rear part of his bike in security. With the help of his two great hands, what filled the short time flying was not fright but intimacy, because my grandfather usually did so.Now what you can and should do is to stay quietly. OK?"
I looked down at his "old friend", one guy suffering from wounds small or big and festering in such unexpected rain. If I saw it at one dark and damp corner, I must feel sick. But now the gentleness felt from my seat kicked out all the antipathy. I looked at my kind "gentleman", behaving as he just instructed.At that moment, we were moving along a narrow path on the soft land.
"Now tell me what you are thinking. Do you feel comfortable?"
"Yes, very comfortable, teacher!"
"Don't call me teacher, call me 'Sir' ! You should know it is much politer to call one 'Sir' who renders help."
He burst into laughter, difficult for me to understand.
At that moment, I felt the mildness of breeze with a bit of coolness. On the smooth way, I was a happy bird, surrounded with such great warmth which I could only get from my parents and my dear grandfather.
Then I arrived, and he wanted to ride back. He held me in the arms from the bike, kissed my red cheek and tapped my small head with his tough hand.
Happiness is certain to end. No one will have the everlasting priority on maintaining happiness; each soul must remember that fate is fair. Since it once presented you with boundless happiness, it will deprive all this and deliver them an unexpected gift of sorrow.
I am one of them, the one who once smiled from the bottom of my heart but then released all the smile, back to soundless cry. Transition of the two different feelings buried in my fragile heart a sharp sword, stabbing me faintly.
Two months later, my former maths teacher came back to her familiar platform, facing a group of familiar faces. He left us, left me, without any word. From then on, every time I faced the familiar platform, listening to the maths teacher, I can't help thinking of him, my kind "grandfather"; Every day, I met a lot of people, familiar or unfamiliar, but had never caught his shadow. I came to believe it would be the end, though pathetic.
But one day, a familiar shadow was before a blackboard at the corner of stairs. It was he, the one I longed for.
"Sir!" I shouted with all my strength.
He looked back at me, no exciting in his eyes and no gladness on his expression but surprise. He just stood there, chalk in hand, gazing at me at a loss, a little pupil with tears rolling down her face.
"What's the matter, pupil?"
Hearing the familiar tone but odd words, I am caught both in delight and in bewilderment, What's the matter? Was I not the little girl he knew? I became dumb with a splash of what had been heard from one teacher that he had moved to logistics department for his serious forgetfulness.
"Nothing! Thank you !"
I rushed out of the dreadful corner cruel enough to flood me in cruelty, loneliness and callosity. He had thrown away all the memory of a little girl who brought him glory.
With the passage of time, I had to believe that he had cast me in a dark corner, but I would put the memory of him in the brightest part of my mind for good.
簡 評
光陰似箭，日月如梭。隨著時(shí)光流逝，許多記憶中的影像被沖刷得蕩然無存。時(shí)間老人是無情的，但人是有感情的。本文描寫的是一位普普通通的“老師”。說是“老師”也未必恰當(dāng)，“他”只不過是臨時(shí)請過來代人上課的。“他”非常健忘，剛剛說過的內(nèi)容立馬就被拋到“爪哇國”去了。
這樣一位老人還能讓人念念不忘，肯定有“他”的獨(dú)特之處。你看“他”為人和藹，對學(xué)生又體貼入微，隨時(shí)隨地設(shè)身處地為他人著想，同時(shí)又不希求任何回報(bào)。度過短暫的兩個月后，“他”回到原來的地方，干“他”應(yīng)該做的事去了。其后不久，作者又見到“他”，而“他”已想不起來站在眼前的女生是誰了。
作者刻畫人物重在人物的內(nèi)心世界，思路清晰，前后連貫，非常值得一讀。
大學(xué)英語作文評析：Fireworks Music to the Eyes and Ears
The week long National Day holiday which started from Oct. I has become not only an occasion for celebrating the birth of the nation but also a time for people to relax. After all, under great pressure every day, everyone longs to slow down and rediscover the real fun of life.
My only hope for the week long holiday was also to relax myself well, instead of playing well. I slept until the sun was shinning above, ate my favorite food which I scarcely have because of their high calorie, and enjoyed different kinds of films from day to night.
Usually, I seldom went out during the holidays, as it was too terrible to battle the National Day holiday crowds. But this time, I couldn't resist myself against the performance of music fireworks whose theme was "All Colors of Music".
As a part of the International Music Fireworks Festival, the performance of music fireworks, designed by the Swedish artists, was staged at Century Park in Pudong on the night of October 3.
The scene, a spectacular combination of fireworks exploding in harmony with the music, made powerful visual and audio impact on me. The artists selected for the performance various pieces of music, including classical music by Beethoven and Strauss, some representative popular compositions such as "My Heart Will Go on". With the music, the fireworks were set off in different formations. I could admire the fireworks in the sky as well as their reflections in the water.
Arising from the River surface to the height of 300 meters in the sky, multi-layered and rich colored fireworks formulated an extremely spectacular picture. One of the most eye catchers was that nearly 1000 sparkling pieces of fireworks along the surface of the water formed a red carpet with 80 meters long and 250 meters wide. At the same time, a 10 meter-high waterfall firework rushed downwards the bridge across Jingtian Lake and simultaneously the red lantern shaped fireworks filled the sky. It really took me on a romantic tour as the fireworks explode.
Wish for next chance to see such kind of music fireworks again!
簡 評
這是一篇記敘文。記敘文的寫作，首先當(dāng)然要注意時(shí)間順序，這一點(diǎn)容易做到。不容易做到的是詳略得當(dāng)、主次分明、中心突出。而這正是這篇文章做得比較好的地方。國慶是歡樂的時(shí)候、休閑的時(shí)候、放松的時(shí)候。這位同學(xué)寫國慶沒有面面俱到，而是選取其中印象最深的音樂焰火來寫，將其中焰火燃放的場面寫得比較詳細(xì)。看過煙火的人都知道，這種場面看起來壯觀精彩，寫起來卻很不容易。一是同學(xué)熟悉議論文的寫作，場面描寫卻是軟肋;二是這種壯觀的場面太難以捉摸了。這篇文章在這一塊著墨不多，描寫也難說精彩，但總算是一個良好的開始。
(點(diǎn)評教師：林燕)
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