① 大学英语写作。翻译
Exhibition Invitation
Guangzhou Wei Guang Chuangye Science & Technology Co. Ltd will hold an exhibition in Shanghai Bright Exhibition Center from 3rd, 12, 2009 to 6th, 12, 2009. It is the exhibition of 2009 China (Shanghai) International Digital TV and IPTV technology and equipment. The exhibition is located in the west of the Shanghai Bright Exhibition Center. Exhibition Number: B1011. Time: 9:30 am—17: 00pm. Welcome to have a visit then.
② 过了大学英语四级，想提高英语阅读和写作能力，请高手推荐几本书，不需要为了应付考试的书，谢谢！
其实推荐书是一种不实用的方式，提高英语阅读和写作能力自己要从平时练起。专我自己就是比较喜欢属看英语书籍，平时有什么心得也用英语写下，这样收获很大。你可以借图书馆的英文小说看，比较实惠，写作方面可以像我那样，每天有什么感受和心得都用英语写下
③ 英语写作：新视野大学英语第四册unit1A部分的写作
Parents differ from children in their career choice.
Who should be responsible for planning children's career?As for this question,parents think that they know their children well enough to decide what kind of job suits the children,They are afraid that their children are too young to make a choice.However,many children will argue that they should be left free to make their own choices for their future.
The other aspect of career choice is that parents and their children are too often different in their opinions of the ideal profession.Parents would prefer their children to choose some professions that are stable and could bring prestige and economic benefits.But some children would rather choose professions that are challenging and require independent and creative thinking.
这可是我辛辛苦苦打上去的呀....
④ 大学英语写作网络课程(知到)
2012.12英语6级成绩为413分，听力152 阅读158综合33写作70 需要继续复习.关键还在于计划—内—执行——复习，有计划、有目标才容能成功。 一、基础阶段：（2012年12月23日-2013年3月初
⑤ 大学英语写作范文
The Most Important Day in My Life
Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore? I was like that ship before my ecation began, only I had no way of knowing how near the harbor was.
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
On the afternoon of that exciting day, I guessed vaguely from my mother’s signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
I felt approaching footsteps. I thought it was my mother and stretched out my hand. Someone took it, and then I was caught up and held close in the arms of the person who had come to reveal all things to me, and, more important than that, to love me.
The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word “-o-l-l”. I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was filled with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I simply made my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way many words, among them, “pin”, “hat”, “cup”, and a few verbs like “sit”, “stand” and “walk”, but my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.
One day while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan gave me my old doll, too. She then spelled “d-o-l-l” and tried to make me understand that “d-o-l-l” applied to both. Earlier in the day, we had a struggle over the two words “m-u-g” is “mug” and “w-a-t-e-r” is “water” , but I persisted in mixing up the two. I became impatient and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it on the floor, breaking it into pieces. I was not sorry after my fit of temper. In the dark, still world, I had no strong sentiment for anything.
My teacher brought me my hat, and I knew we were going out into the warm sunshine. We walked down the path to the well-house. Someone was drawing water, and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand, she spelled into the other word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still; my whole attention was fixed upon the movements of her finger. Suddenly I seemed to remember something I had forgotten — a thrill of returning thought – and the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that the “w-a-t-e-r” meant that wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul and set it free.
I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house, every object which I touched seemed to be full of life. That was because I saw everything with a strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the fragments and tried in vain to put them together. Then my eyes were filled with tears, for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt sorry.
I learned a lot of new words that day. It would have been difficult to find a happier child than me when I lay in my small bed that night and thought of the joys that day had brought to me, and for the first time I longed for a new day to come.