① 英語作文100個左右單詞
我有一個幸福美滿的家庭，家裡有爸爸、媽媽，弟弟，一個可愛的我。
I have a happy family, home, and a father and mother, brother, a lovely of I.
我的爸爸個子高高的，喜歡穿西裝，他在我心目中是最帥的。
My father is a tall, like to wear a suit, he is the most handsome in my mind.
爸爸非常有愛心，他不但非常愛我，還很喜歡我們樓道里的其他小朋友。
Father is very good-hearted, he not only to love me very much, also like other children we corridor.
爸爸平時喜歡看報紙，連睡覺前都要看一會。
Dad usually like to read newspaper, even before sleeping wanted to see for a while.
媽媽瘦瘦的白白的，頭發長長的。
Mother is thin, white hair long.
她不但是我的媽媽，還是我的知心朋友呢！
She is not only my mother, or my bosom friend!
我們還彼此給對方起了外號，媽媽叫「糊塗蟲」，因為她有時候裝糊塗，所以我就老喊她「糊塗蟲」。
We also each other to each other up the nickname, the mother call "idiot", because she sometimes playing mb, so I be old to shout to her "idiot".
媽媽就叫我「跟屁蟲」，因為我老是喜歡跟在她的屁股後面。
Mom just call me "heels, because I always like to behind on her ass.
我是家裡最小的一員，眼睛長的大大的，小巧的鼻子，紅紅的嘴巴。。。。
I was a member of the youngest, big eyes, a small nose long red, red mouth...
十分可愛。
Very lovely.
我活潑開朗、待人熱情，也像爸爸一樣有愛心，喜歡幫助別人。
I lively, cheerful, treat people hospitable, also like my father has the compassion, likes to help others.
這就是我的家庭，一個非常美滿幸福的家庭。
This is my family, a very happy happy family.
歡迎同學們到我家裡來做客
Welcome the students to my house
② 100個單詞的英文短文
1.一些人認為幸運數字會給他們帶好運。
2。一些人認為運氣和幸運數字無關。
3。我認為……
哎哎這其實是很低級的表達...不過既然LZ要求了那就以這個開頭吧....
Many people consider that numbers are not simply a digit but a symbol of luck, while others indicate that luck has nothing to do with numbers. I personally do not agree that lucky number will bring one luck, for luck completely depends on probability, and believing in lucky number is just a typical form of superstition.
First of all, It is the basic math problem. Any number is equal, not that your number is favored because it is lucky number. Buying lottery for example, the lottery machine will never care how lucky the number you pick is. . Secondly, luck is a nothingness itself, let alone lucky number. It was invented only for mentally comforting people who believe in it.
Indeed, The result of a hockey game will never be changed by a player's jersey with a lucky number on it. Therefore, lucky number does not mean anything or make any difference in people's life.
③ 100個單詞以上的英語短文
A Haunted House
by Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)
Word Count: 710
Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a ghostly couple.
"Here we left it," she said. And he added, "Oh, but here tool" "It's upstairs," she murmured. "And in the garden," he whispered. "Quietly," they said, "or we shall wake them."
But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. "They're looking for it; they're drawing the curtain," one might say, and so read on a page or two. "Now they've found it,' one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. "What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My hands were empty. "Perhaps its upstairs then?" The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.
But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling--what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. "Safe, safe, safe" the pulse of the house beat softly. "The treasure buried; the room . . ." the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?
A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burned behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us, coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. "Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly. 'The Treasure yours."
The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still. Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.
"Here we slept," she says. And he adds, "Kisses without number." "Waking in the morning--" "Silver between the trees--" "Upstairs--" 'In the garden--" "When summer came--" 'In winter snowtime--" "The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.
Nearer they come, cease at the doorway. The wind falls, the rain slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken, we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. "Look," he breathes. "Sound asleep. Love upon their lips."
Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause. The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.
"Safe, safe, safe," the heart of the house beats proudly. "Long years--" he sighs. "Again you found me." "Here," she murmurs, "sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left our treasure--" Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. "Safe! safe! safe!" the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry "Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart."
④ 英語小短文 大約100個單詞左右
105個單詞 看你用的上用不上吧
I have a dream to be a doctor. When I was a little boy, one day I was taken to see a doctor for I had caught a bad headache. When I passed through the gate of the hospital, I noticed there were several people crying in sorrow. Later, I learned that one of their relatives had died of cancer and I also got knowledge that there was not efficient medicine to cure that disease. So since then I have decided to be a doctor when I grow up. I think I will contribute myself to researching on developing such medicines. That is my dream.
⑤ 英語作文(不少於100個單詞)
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⑥ 10個100個單詞的英語作文
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⑦ 誰可以幫我找10篇100個單詞的英語小短文
My hobbyMy hobby is lisetening to music.
I like listening to music best.Because listening to music makes me relaxed.When I am tired,I will listening some quiet music,that makes me fall asleep very quickly.My favorite music is the music that has good lyrics.Good lyrics can also make me learn Chinese or English well
I love listening to music.I will keep this hobby forever.
⑧ 英語作文,100個英語單詞左右.
Dear Johnson:
l feel so happy for what l've seen in your university.l learn a lot of new things that l've never learnt in my university.
Now there is a chance and l want to invite you to my university.You can also
make l lot of friends here.l am looking forward to your good news.
Best wishes
XXX
⑨ 英語小短文100個單詞
Diamond
Friendship is a diamond
buried in the earth;
a treasure of great worth.
But first it must be mined
then faceted and shined.
It takes pick and shovel and strain,
encompassing time and enring pain,
until its grace is seen;
a glittering gift of love
that's shared between we three:
First God,
and you,
then me.
----Sally J.Knower
中文來翻譯：
友情是鑽石
友情是一自枚埋在泥土裡的鑽石；
是一筆巨額的財富.
不過起初它一定被埋在泥土裡,
後經雕琢繼而發出耀眼的光芒.
它經歷千錘百煉,經受著時間的考驗,
直到有一天它的美麗被發現；
愛是件閃光的禮物
我們三人共同分享：上帝,你和我.