Ⅰ 真愛對我來說意味著什麼的英語作文
True love is when you think of this man, you will wish him happy peace, you will want to accompany him forever, when you have to leave, what do you want to leave with him. In the lonely night, missing a flood, holding a book in his hand but how also can't enter, the in the mind thinking he had dinner, and think myself. In fact, true love mean to me? I don't know! Know is that it gives hope, the good and the dreams of the future.
真愛就是當你想到這個人，你會祈願他幸福快樂平安，你會想永遠陪伴他，當你不得不離去，你希望留下什麼給他。在寂寞的夜裡，思念如潮水般涌來，手裡捧著書卻怎麼也看不進去，心裡惦記著他此時有沒有吃晚飯，是不是和自己一樣想著自己。其實真愛對我來說意味著什麼？我自己也不知道！知道的是它給了希望，美好和對未來的憧憬
Ⅱ 關於人間真情有真愛的作文（一篇------三篇）
1我們很記得，小時候老師給我們念的第一句三字經便是「人之初，性本善」。
也許我們當時還不知道這是什麼意思，但當你長大後，你會慢慢發現，人性本善良，人間有真情。
漫漫人生，凡人均追逐名利，但當你年邁之時你是否也依然如此？也許你很難回答。那麼就讓下面的老人家告訴你，何為名利如浮雲，夕陽暖人間。
在溫州，有一群老人一年365天如一日，每天早起設攤，夏供涼茶，冬供熱粥，向路人免費發放。人們紛紛對這些老人致以敬意。
開始時，人們對他們的善意頗有懷疑，總覺得這只是在做秀，很快就將會收攤。但這群老人，一擺就是3年。
開始時，老人們靠著退休金，每天起早摸黑，苦苦支撐著攤子的運作，但他們並沒因此退縮，因此贏來了眾人的捐助，並被評為「2007·感動溫州十大人物」。
日子裡，無論誰來施粥攤，老人們都歡迎。章碎英說，看到有的人條件確實困難，還擔心他吃了這頓沒有下頓，會打包好食物讓對方帶走。
他們攤子的名字就叫「紅日亭施粥攤」，這幫老人家，就正是用著夕陽的余輝，照耀著人間，為人間灑下真摯情感，也為他們人生畫卷添上絢麗一筆。
2許多人都說：「現在的人都是自私鬼，沒幾個人想幫幫別人。」可是，在這個暑假裡，我卻感受到了人間的真情。
暑假的一天上午，我和爸爸媽媽興高采烈地坐上車去姥姥家玩。一路上，風和日麗，兩旁的樓房、樹木「刷刷刷」直往後躲。一開始，我老爸的車子還跑得不錯。突然，車子「突、突、突」地「放屁」了，爸爸一聽這聲音，嘆了口氣，說：「唉，這車子的老毛病又犯了，繼電氣壞啦！」這個消息如同晴天霹靂，我本來坐在車上手舞足蹈，現在一下子就乖乖地坐在坐位上了。爸爸叨起一根煙，媽媽理了理頭發，我們一家三口對此束手無策。可我又想：「車到山前必有路，准有車把我們拉到修理廠的。」但一瞧現在走的路，我愁了，怎麼，我們走在一條集市小道上，這種小道能有多少車子經過呢？我急得抓耳撓腮。爸爸無可奈何地說：「聽天由命，等吧！」我們三個情緒低落。突然，我眼前一亮，瞧，那不是來了一輛車嗎？我一蹦三尺高，站在車前面使勁地揮手。爸爸媽媽也看見了，爸爸立刻鑽進車子里，使勁地按喇叭。可萬萬沒料到，這個司機一點都不理會，「刷」，就把車子開過去了，鬧得我和爸爸媽媽空歡喜一場，唉。就這樣等啊等，時間一分一分地過去了，一分鍾、五分鍾、十分鍾、半個小時……毒辣辣的太陽曬得人難受極了，汗「滴嗒滴嗒」直往下落。終於，一位好心的叔叔把他的車子停了下來，走下了車。只見那位叔叔四方臉，大眼睛，走近一看，方知道那兩只大眼睛其實是一副眼鏡。「有什麼事嗎？」那位叔叔的聲音有點粗。爸爸猶如在心裡開了一扇窗戶，把煙一下就扔了，急忙把事情的經過告訴了那位叔叔。叔叔一樂：「甭說的，我用車子把你們的車拖到修理廠吧！」爸爸媽媽喜出望外，我也從地上一下子蹦了起來。媽媽問：「你姓什麼叫什麼，以後我們好給你幫忙呀。」那叔叔一揮手：「咱學雷鋒，做好事不留名兒！」爸爸趕緊把車子里備用的繩子取了出來，一端掛在我們的車子上，一端掛在叔叔的車子上。就這樣，那輛車把我們拉到了修理廠，爸爸要給那位好心的叔叔錢，叔叔再三推辭，說：「誰不會遇到困難呢？」我看著叔叔，心裡默念著：「這位叔叔真善良啊！等我長大後，也要像這位叔叔一樣，成為一個愛幫助別人，不索取報酬的人。「
這次雖然沒去成姥姥家，可我卻體會到了人間的真情。
3在我的記憶里，一直有一位令我充滿敬意的人，他，是一名普通的警察，卻給我留下了深刻的印象。為什麼？那要從那一天放學說起……
那天放學晚了，一想到晚上有3小時的英語課，我就恨不得飛回家去。我看到前面的紅綠燈壞了，汽車卻有秩序地走著。原來有一名交通警察在路口指揮。只見他站在馬路中央，一手拿一面黃旗，口裡含著一個哨子。馬路上有長長的，後面冒著煙，沉悶地吼著的大卡車；有小巧玲瓏，夾著尾翼的小轎車；有梳著兩條「大辮子」的有軌電車……站在馬路中間，交警難道不害怕嗎？
我開始著急了：這是車多人少的時候，要什麼時候才能過去呀！我往前邁了一小步，看到一輛大車飛奔而來，我嚇得連忙退了回去，交警沖我皺皺眉頭，揮了揮右手的旗子，示意讓我站在人行橫道上不要亂動。完了！我被交警冷落在一邊了。我急得像熱鍋上的螞蟻，在那裡踱步，心裡開始埋怨：明知道我著急，還不讓過。此時的我，卻一直沒有注意到那位交警趁車少的時候，放下旗子，轉身悄悄瞄了一眼我，看看我有沒有忍不住又往前走，生怕我再往前走一步，背川流不息的車撞到。
我早忘了自己急著去上課了，心中充滿了對這位交警的不滿，憤憤地想：這個交警怎麼這樣！站得那麼高，肯定看到我著急的樣子了，還比讓我過去，都說「以人為本」，「軍民魚水情」，他不讓過我自己過！我便邁開腿，跳下人行橫道就開始往前跑。「哎！小朋友，別走！」那位交警連忙又揮旗又吹哨地叫我停下。我在馬路中間的護欄那裡站住了，交警就在我旁邊。
「你怎麼沒聽我的話？這樣做多危險啊！」交警細細的眼睛使勁盯著我，弄得我有些害怕。他對我說，語氣有些溫柔的責怪：「要是真出了事怎麼辦？這樣太危險了!再稍微等一下啊，我肯定會攔下這邊的車讓你過的。」他對我說完，手中的黃旗一揮，攔住了一輛車。「快過去吧！」還對我笑了笑。我的心突然開始顫抖，此時的交警是那麼和氣，彷彿就是鄰居家友善的大哥哥一樣。我羞愧得難以自持，以自己最快的速度向對面跑去。原來是我誤會了他！我恍然大悟，他想讓我過去，他也在為我著急，可我卻毫不領情，竟然還生他的氣，真是太不應該了！
我跑出很遠才聽到汽車迫不及待地飛馳的聲音，顯然他是等我走遠後才放行的。我心中充滿懊悔和慚愧，那位交警真好！他們不正是「為人民服務」嗎？他們的精神令我們尊敬，我把他這種品質保存在心裡。我一定要向他學習，長大做一個對人民，對社會有貢獻的人！
Ⅲ 英語作文 我心目中的真愛
the reallove is anywhere`回
in my heart,when i was sick somebody can talk with me\or give me some of care·答i think that is love·when my iife was very terrible someone can give me some Suggestion·that enougt and that is love·when we meet troubie,anywhere can appear friend,i think that is reallove·
the love anytime around you·if we have love the sun will melt all the ice·the word will get more beautiful·
Ⅳ 高分求一篇英語作文，關於真愛120字左右，最好雙語
Some people think life is love, we cannot live without love.some people believe life is marriage.But for me, life are both.
First, if life is only love, there will be no point in marriage. We get married because of we want to love forever, we are eager for romantic life.Thus, marriage provides us a legal garantee, whatever we do , we are protected by law. At the same time, when getting married, we'll get more wishes from our friends, relatives and parents,we'll feel happy than ever before.
Second, marriage cannot live longer without love. Love is the origin of marriage, love is the base of marriage. Each lover has a sweet dream of having a happy life and love describes a colorful marriage promoting the reletionship between the couples.
In all, we should put love and marriage together. Then, happy life will be come to us.
Ⅳ 急需一篇關於真愛是否需要考驗的英語作文
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英語美文賞析 真愛無限
Hungry for your love 真愛無限
我的心跳急劇加速，我徑直地看著拉瑪的眼睛，問她，「那個男孩是不是有一天告訴你，『明天不要給我送蘋果了，我要被送到另一個集中營了』？」
「對呀，你怎麼知道的。」拉瑪的聲音有點顫抖，「告訴我，赫爾曼，你到底是怎麼知道的啊？」
我抓住她的手說，「因為我就是那個男孩啊，拉瑪。」透過時間的面紗，我們認出了那藏在眼睛深處的靈魂，那是我們永遠也無法停止愛戀的親人。最後，我說：「拉瑪，我再也不想和你分開了。我想要永遠和你在一起。親愛的，你能嫁給我嗎？」
It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. I am just a young boy. I should be playing with friends; I should be going to school; I should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. But those dreams are for the living, and I am no longer one of them. Instead, I am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight?
Hungry for your love 真愛無限
Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers.
Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. In my world of death, this apple is an expression of life, of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.
The next day, I cannot help myself-I am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. Am I crazy for hoping she will come again? Of course. But in here, I cling to any tiny scrap of hope. She has given me hope and I must hold tightly to it.
And again, she comes. And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.
This time I catch it, and hold it up for her to see. Her eyes twinkle. Does she pity me? Perhaps. I do not care, though. I am just so happy to gaze at her. And for the first time in so long, I feel my heart move with emotion.
For seven months, we meet like this. Sometimes we exchange a few words. Sometimes, just an apple. But she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. She is feeding my soul. And somehow, I know I am feeding hers as well.
One day, I hear frightening news: we are being shipped to another camp. This could mean the end for me. And it definitely means the end for me and my friend. The next day when I greet her, my heart is breaking, and I can barely speak as I say what must be said: "Do not bring me an apple tomorrow," I tell her. "I am being sent to another camp. We will never see each other again." Turning before I lose all control, I run away from the fence. I cannot bear to look back. If I did, I know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face.
Months pass and the nightmare continues. But the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. Over and over in my mind, I see her face, her kind eyes, I hear her gentle words, I taste those apples.
And then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. The war has ended. Those of us who are still alive are freed. I have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. But I still have the memory of this girl, a memory I carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as I move to America to start a new life. Years pass. It is 1957. I am living in New York City. A friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. Reluctantly, I agree. But she is nice, this woman named Roma. And like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common.
"Where were you ring the war?" Roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions about those years.
"I was in a concentration camp in Germany," I reply.
Roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something painful yet sweet.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I am just thinking about something from my past, Herman," Roma explains in a voice suddenly very soft. "You see, when I was a young girl, I lived near a concentration camp. There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day. I remember I used to bring him apples. I would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy."
Roma sighs heavily and continues. "It is hard to describe how we felt about each other-after all, we were young, and we only exchanged a few words when we could-but I can tell you, there was much love there. I assume he was killed like so many others. But I cannot bear to think that, and so I try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together."
With my heart pounding so loudly I think it wil1 explode, I look directly at Roma and ask, "And did that boy say to you one day, 『Do not bring me an apple tomorrow. I am being sent to another camp『?"
"Why, yes," Roma responds, her voice trembling.
"But, Herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?"
I take her hands in mine and answer, "Because I was that young boy, Roma."
For many moments, there is only silence. We cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped remembering.
Finally, I speak: "Look, Roma, I was separated from you once, and I don『t ever want to be separated from you again. Now, I am free, and I want to be together with you forever. Dear, will you marry me?"
I see that same twinkle in her eye that I used to see as Roma says, "Yes, I will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. Now, nothing ever will again.
Almost forty years have passed since that day when I found my Roma again. Destiny brought us together the first time ring the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise.
Valentine『s Day, 1996. I bring Roma to the Oprah Winfrey Show to honor her on national television. I want to tell her in front of millions of people what I feel in my heart every day:
"Darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when I was hungry. And I am still hungry, for something I will never get enough of: I am only hungry for your love."
Ⅵ 求一篇關於「什麼是真愛」的英語作文。
There』 only one kind of love that can fill us up, make us whole, and give us the happiness we all want: unconditional love or true love. It is unconditional love that we all seek, and somehow we intuitively realize that anything other than that kind of love isn』t really love at all—it』s an imitation of the real thing.
Unconditional love—true love—is so different from the kind of love most of us have known all our lives that it deserves both a name—Real Love—and definition of its own: Real Love is caring about the happiness of another person without any thought for what we might get for ourselves. It』s also Real Love when other people care about our happiness unconditionally. It is not Real Love when other people like us for doing what they want. Under those conditions we』re just paying for love again. We can be certain that we』re receiving Real Love only when we make foolish mistakes, when we fail to do what other people want, and even when we get in their way, but they don』t feel disappointed or irritated at us. That is Real Love (true unconditional love), and that love alone has the power to heal all wounds, bind people together, and create relationships quite beyond our present capacity to imagine.
Ⅶ 需一篇關於什麼是真愛的英語作文，求大神
你先給我中文，我幫你翻譯
Ⅷ 有關一見鍾情和真愛的英語作文
A fairy tale
A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
they loved each other a lot..
girl:" Slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
boy: "no, it's so fun.."
girl: "please... it's so scary.."
boy: "then say that you love me.."
girl: "fine..i love you..can you slow down now?"
boy: "give me a big hug.."
the girl gave him a big hug.
girl: "now can you slow down?"
boy: "can you take off my helmet and put it on? it's uncomfortable and? It's bothering me while i drive."
the next day, there was a story in the newspaper. a motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken.
there were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...
the guy knew that the brakes were broken. he didn\'t want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared.
instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her,put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself...
once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale...
我也不知道你多大，也不知道合不合適。加油！！！
Ⅸ 關於真愛的作文
人間真愛
生活中並不缺少美，只缺少發現美的眼睛。美無處不在！我們天天浸泡在母愛與父愛中；學校里老師 呵護著我們；在你摔跤時總有人把你扶起，那是友愛……人間真愛往往就發生在不起眼的小事中……
放學了，剛才還是熱情似火的太陽突然不見了，烏雲從遠處慢慢壓過來！一場大雨即將來臨。我急急忙忙往家趕，剛走到運河邊，就下起了傾盆大雨。「完了，我沒帶雨傘！」我自言自語道。雨中一個身影出現在我的眼前，一位掃地阿姨正頂著傘在雨中掃地。我躲到大樹下，等待著大雨快快過去。這時阿姨向我走過來，對我說：「小朋友，不要在樹下躲雨哦。」我無奈的搖搖頭說：「我沒帶傘，雨又這么大，怎麼走啊?」阿姨看了看自己手中的傘，然後伸給我說：「拿我的傘去吧。」我猶豫了下，把剛伸出去的手縮了回來，「那你呢？阿姨」我問道。「拿著！孩子，你們還小，身體肯定沒我扛得住，明天還要上學，千萬不要感冒了。」阿姨說完就把傘往我手裡塞。「那你怎麼辦？阿姨。」我感動的問道。阿姨笑了笑說：「我還得繼續掃，這些樹葉不掃干凈明天就變爛了臭了。」「可那些路人經常看不起你們，你們怎麼還這么認真呢？」我問。阿姨說：「把地掃干凈，是我們的責任。他們說我們可能是因為我們掃得不幹凈吧。你快走吧，天色不晚了，你媽媽該著急了。」
我打著傘，往家裡走。心裡像被蟲吃了個洞，很不是滋味！我們可能每天一句不經意的話，會深深地傷害到他！可他們卻依然無私地工作著呢？為什麼？……