中文 ： 這里的天格外的藍(lán)，敵過了大海那深隧的色彩;這里的空氣分外清新，比過了山林的幽幽香氣;這里的花朵無比動(dòng)人，如五線譜在心中激起的一江春水;這里的人超然的靈，聲如夜鶯般婉轉(zhuǎn)，心如雪蓮般潔白，形如朝日般絢爛…… 。是她——我深愛的xx，她用她那音符、詞章，旋律、色彩、線條、布景、文字、律勁……織起了這一片絢麗的天空。 還是幼童時(shí)就對(duì)綿中萌發(fā)了一鼓熱烈的神往，于是我日夜期盼，期盼與她在成長路上相會(huì)。然而事非所愿，由于多重因素，高高在上的她向我閉上了那扇神秘的大門�？晌覐奈捶艞�，哪怕是一絲希望。終于，我的努力換來了那扇門的鑰匙。

學(xué)校校慶的英文手抄報(bào)圖片
今天，我的血液早已與她的匯聚在一起，比奔騰的長江更雄渾有力;比咆的黃河更發(fā)龐博偉大。xx，我在這里奮斗。 人的一生有著太少的機(jī)遇和轉(zhuǎn)折，失去了便過去了，過去了便沒有了。于是我問自己“如何去把握自己的人生?”我知道這一切需要奮斗、拼博。盡管這條路上有太多的困難和艱辛，盡管也曾萌發(fā)過放棄和退縮的念頭，盡管還為穿越人生的彼岸灑下苦澀的淚水和辛酸的汗水。但在我身后的那一位位園丁也未曾停歇，他們用自己的青春為我換來無數(shù)個(gè)成功的喜悅。也許他們正是傳說中的英雄，不!他們正是英雄! 感激我們可愛的母親吧!四季交替中，她用那五彩繽紛的畫筆為我們織起張張藍(lán)圖，冬日的早晨，朗朗書聲中激起了心中的豪情壯志，夏日夜晚，陣陣溫馨帶給我清涼的慰藉。她的溫柔如同眼神的交流;她的美麗如同朝霞的燦爛。xx，我的母親，你所有的是那天下千千萬萬母親所沒有的啊! 你，我的母親xx，多么優(yōu)美的儀表!多么高雅的氣質(zhì)!多么健壯的骨骼!多么迷人的微笑!多么矯健的身影!在容貌上比天使更發(fā)迷人!在智慧上你敵過了眾人叩拜的天神!在你飽經(jīng)風(fēng)霜的臉頰上閃爍著多么不平凡的偉績(jī)!在你博大的胸襟里蘊(yùn)藏著多么寵偉的華美樂章……綿中，我的母親，讓我牽著你的手走向我的海，走向我的未來。 母親啊!母親!你雖經(jīng)受了一切顛沛，但仍將閃耀著那無可能比的智慧光芒!我愛拼博，為我xx。

　　英文：The day is blue, the enemy is over the ocean that deep tunnelcolor; here the air is fresh, than the mountains faint aroma; the flowers very touching, such as staff in the heart aroused a river; the people here transcendent spirit, sound as sweetly as a Nightingale, such as heart, like white snow lotus Asahi, shaped like a gorgeous ... .... She is -- I love cotton, she used her notes, letter, color, rhythm, lines, text, background, legal interest ... ... Weaving the beautiful sky. Was a young child on the cotton in the germination of a drum passionate longing, and I look forward to her day and night, with growth in the road. However you wish, because of multiple factors, the superior to her I close the mystic gate. But I never give up, even if it is a glimmer of hope. Finally, my efforts to get the key to the door. Today, my bloodhas been with her together, than the mighty Yangtze more powerful; the the Yellow River more hair than, Pombo great. Cotton, I am here to fight. Person's life there are too few opportunities and turning, lost the past, the past is No. So I can ask myself" how to grasp their own life? " I know all of this struggle, pinbo. Although this road has too many difficulties and hardships, although had had to give upand quit the germination of the idea, although as of life through the other shed bitter tears and bitter sweat. But behind me that a bit gardeners also not stop, they use their youth in exchange for my countless successful joy. Maybe they are legendary heroes, not! They are heroes! Thanks to our lovely mother! The changes of the seasons, with her a riot of colours brush for we weave sheets blueprint, winter morning, Lang Lang in the book aroused lofty sentiments and aspirations, summer night, the warmth to my cool comfort. Her gentle as eye contact; her beauty like Zhaoxia brilliant. Cotton, my mother, all of you is that no thousands on thousands of mothers! You, my mother sheep, what a beautiful instrument! How elegant temperament! How strong bones! What a charming smile! What a powerful figure! In looks more charming than angel hair! In wisdom you have worshipped the God of all enemy! When you have experienced years of wind and frost cheek flashes of what an achievement! The generous mind is how pet Wei symphony ... ... Cotton, my mother, let me hold your hand to my sea, towards my future. Mother mother! Mother! Although you have withstood all difficulties, but will still shine with the light of wisdom than! I love Pinbo, for our cotton in.