描述性英语作文.docx

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描述性英语作文

MyNewRoommate

Itwasmyfirstdayattheinstitute．Igotintothebuildingwhere1wasgoingtolive．Myeyessearchedcarefullyfromthedoorofonebedroomtothatofanotherformynamewhichoughttohavebeenpastedonthedoorofoneofthesebedrooms．AtlastIfoundit．OnsteppingintothebedroomIfoundtherewasalreadyinitastudentwhowasmakinghisbed．

Havinge*changedwithmeafewwordsofgreetings，heresumedhisarrangementofbeddingandnolongerpaidanyattentiontome．“Whatastuck-upfellow．〞Ithoughtandbegantosurveytheroom．Itlookedquitesimilartoanyotherbedroominthebuilding．Eventhefurnitureinallbedroomswasuniform．Itseemedmybedroomhadalreadybeenthoroughlycleanedbymynewroommate．

Hewasthin，shortanddark-skinned．Hishairlookedlikeabundleofstraw．Hisdirtyclothesandlusterlesseyesclearlyindicatedthathehadhadalongjourney．Hisclothesweremadeofcheapcloth．Hiscoatwastooshort，andthelegsofhistrousersweretooloose．Heworeapairofunfashionablerubbershoes．Thushedidnotlooklikeasmartfreshmanata11.“Ayokel,〞Iconcluded．

Thesecondtimehespoke，hisaccenttoldmethathewasfromthesouth．“MayIhelpyougetyourluggagefromtheoffice"〞

IdidnotdeclinehishelpbecauseIreallyneededit．Hewasquickinmovement．Hewalkedoutoftheroomandwassoonfaraheadofmeinthecorridor．“Agoodguy,〞Isaidtomyself．“Iwillmakefriendswithhim．〞Ihurriedandcaughtupwithhim．

MyEnglishTeacher

Ilikemostofmyteachersincollege．Theywere，forthemostpart，friendlyandpetent,willingtohelpstudents．Ilikedthem—butIdon’trememberthemverywell，e*ceptforMr.Jones，myfreshmanEnglishteacher．Hewasanenthusiastic，sensitiveman，whoknewhissubjectandwasdeterminedthatwewouldlearnitandloveit,too．

Mr.Joneswasatall，slendermaninhismid-fortieswithgray,thinninghair．Perchedprecariouslyonhisnose，hisglassesgavehimaseriouslook．Buttheydidn’tremaintherelong，forhewasalwayseithertakingthemoffandpolishingtheirtwopiecesofglassorputtingeitherofthetwoearpiecesinhismouthwhenhewasmeditatingaresponsetosomequestionraisedbyastudent．Whenonhiswaytoourclassroom，healwayscarriedtwoorthreebookswithstripsofpaperstickingoutofthem，whichwereformarkingthepassageshewantedtoreadtous．Iremember,too，hiscardigansweaters．Hemusthavehadadozenofthem．Onrainydayshewouldhaveablueraincoaton．Butwhatismosttenaciousinmymemoryishissmile．Whenhesmiled，hiswholefacelitup；hiseyessparkled．Hissmilemadeyoufeelgood，atease，andsomehowreassured．

Thoughhabituallyfriendlyandateasewitheverybody,hewasabitpriminclassroom，andhecouldbestemonoccasions．Henevercalledusbyourfirstnames．Heobviouslyenjoyedhisworkandlovedhisstudents，buthekepthisdistance．Heneverdeliberatelyorpubliclyembarrassedastudentbyusingsarcasticlanguage．Neverthelesshecoulddistinctlyrevealhisdispleasureinhisownway．He’dlooksteadilyatanoffendingstudentforquiteafewfreezingseconds．Thatwasusuallyenoughforthelittleculprittobecowed．Butifitdidn’twork，he’dsaysomethingtothestudentinaloweredtoneofvoice．Hedidn’tdothisoften,though．

Mr.Joneshadpersonality,integrity,vitality—a11ofwhichmadehimpopular；butwhatIlikedmostabouthimwasthathewasafineteacherItwastruethathecaredabouthisstudents，buthecaredmoreaboutteachingthemhissubject．Andthatmeanthomework，lotsofit，andpopquizzesnowandthentokeepthemcurrentonthereading．Helecturedoccasionallytoprovidebackgroundinformationwheneverwemovedontoanewliteraryperiod．Afterabriefglanceathisnotes，he’dbegintomovearoundashetalkedtotheblackboardtothewindow,backtothe1ectem．Buthepreferreddiscussion，aSocraticdialogue．He’dwriteseveralquestionsontheboardforthene*tday’sdiscussion，andhe’de*pectyoutobepreparedtodiscussthem．Hedirectedthediscussion,buthedidn’tdominateit：

forhewasagoodlistenerandmadesureweallhadachancetorespond,whetherwewantedtoornot．Ifhewaspleasedwitharesponse，he’dnodhisheadandsmile．Occasionallyhe’dreadastudent’sessay,praisingitsgoodpointsandthenwinkingatthewriterashepasseditback．Buthewastough-minded，too，asIsuggestedbefore．Hereallynailedyouforsloppyworkorinattention．WhenyougotanAfromhim，youreallyfeltgood，forhewasn’taneasygrader．Weusedtoplainabouthisgradingstandards，usuallytonoavail,thoughhewouldchangeagradeifhethoughthehadbeenunfair．

Mr.Joneswasapetentteacher．Heknewwhathewasdoinginclassroom，andhecouldconducthisclassverywell．Butwhatwasmoreimportantwasthathemadehisstudentsfallinlovewiththecourseheoffered．Heledustotaketheinitiativeindelvingintoitonoutown．

MariakAnagian

Shewasninety-twoyearsoldwhenImether,agentle，diminutiveladyinEuropeandress．Herfacewasdeeplylined，andhercoarsegreyhairhadyellowedwiththeyears．ShespokesoftlyinaquiveringvoiceinhalfEnglishandhalfAmerican．Hergnarledhandstestifiedtotheyearsofhardworkonthefarminherhomeland．Yet．inherdarkeyesandinhergentlemannertherewasachildlikesimplicityasshetoldmeherstory．Ithought“shehasthewisdomthateswithyearsofe*perienceandthegentlepurityofachild—thatwasawonderfulbutstrangebinationoftraits．〞Iknewthatlwouldneverforgether．

HernamewasMariakAnagianWhenshewasayoungwoman，herhomelandwasinvadedbyforeigntroops．Shehadbeenkeepinghouseforherfather,brothers，husband，andhertwoyoungchildren．Onedayshereturnedfromthemarketandfoundthemutilated〔残缺不全的〕bodiesofherfatherandoneofherbrothersonherdoorstep．Theywereamongthemanyvictimsofthewar．Mariak’shusbandwasmucholderthanshe，andhesoonsuccumbedtotherigorousdemandsoffieldworkandmentalstrain，leavingMariakaloneintheworldtotakecareofhertwosmallchildren．Manyofthetown’speoplehelpedher,andshewasabletoproduceenoughonthesmallfarmtofeedherfamily．Shortlyaftertheturnofthecentury,herdaughtermarriedandwenttoAmerica．Afewyearslater，Mariak’sdaughtersenthersomemoneywhichenabledhertoetotheUnitedStates．ThusMariakcametoliveintheUnitedStatesforthirtyyears．

AsMariaktoldherstory,hereyesgrewlargewithfearandherbreathquickenedwithe*citement．Thenshewept．Afterashorttime，shesatsilentlywithherheadbowed．Suddenly,sherosefromthechair,liftedherskirttojustaboveherankles，andbegantodanceinshort，jerkysteps．Shesangalmostinaudiblyinhernativelanguage，butIknewitwasachildren’ssong．Hersimplemelodyandsimpledancestepsweretypicallythoseofanaveragechild．Hereyesshonewithyouthfulgaiety,andhervoicewaslightandhappy．Hergrandsonappearedatthistime，spoketoheraffectionately,andledherawayfromtheroom．

MyDormitoryBedroom

MydormitorybedroomonthesecondfloorofBienvilleHallissmallandclutteredup．Itsdarkgreenwallsanddirtywhiteceilingmakeitlookgloomyandthus

evensmallerthanitis．Onenteringthebedroom．onewouldfindmybedisrightinhiswaybecauseittakesuphalfoftheroom．Thetwolargewindowsovermybedareobstructedfromviewbythegoldenheavydrapes．Againsttheleftwallisalargebookcasee*tendingintotheerwhichisbehindtheheadofmybed．Thebookcaseiscrammedwithpilesofsheetsofpaper,books，andknickknacks．Wedgedinbetweenthebookcaseandthewalloppositethebedisasmallgreymetaldesk．Nearthedeskstandsabrownwoodenchairwhichfillsuptheleftendoftheroom．StuffedunderthedeskisawastepaperbasketoverflowingwithtompiecesofPaperandrefuse．Thewallabovethebookcaseanddeskispletelytakenupwithtwosmallposters．Ontherightsideoftheroomisanarrowclosetwithclothes，shoes，hats，tennisracquets，andbo*esbulgingoutofitsslidingdoors．Everytime1walkoutofmybedroom．Ithinktomyself,NowIknowwhatitisliketoliveinacloset．〞

Subways

Subwaysarelong，dark，gloomy,sootytunnelsundertheground．Trainswithmanycarsclatteronsteeltracksthroughthesetunnels．Theautomaticdoorsopennoisily,oneateachendandanotherinthemiddleofthecar．Thetrainshavebrightelectriclightsandlongbenchesforpassengers’fort．Therearemanycolorfulpostersonthedampmetalwallsofthetrains．Someadvertisetoothpasteforthefamily．Manyposterspleadforsupportforcharityorganizations．Alotofpostersurgesubwayriderstobuyaspeciallime-scenteddeodorantoraparticularlemon-oilhafttonic．Afewpostersaskreaderstobuythissoaporthatshoepolish．Mostoftheridersreadtheposters．Afewofthemreadbooksornewspapers．Notmanyriderstalktotheirfellowtravelersastheyburrowthroughtheearthfromoneendofthecitytoanother．

ASpringMorning

Itwasearlyinamorninginspring．Thesunwasjustscramblingupwardfromtheeasternhorizonandsheddingvermilionsteakstopenetratetheambientcloudsthatweredriftingacrossthesky．Soonthecampuswasbathedinthefirstraysofthesun.Thenthelake，thetreesandthebambooslookedasiftheywereallgilded．Thegroundwascoveredwithtendergrassesandthebeadeddewdropsstoodontheirtipsandwerereadytoreflectthenascentsunshine．

Birdsflewaboutinthewoods，twitteringrestlessly．Someboystudentswhowereabsorbedinreadingleanedagainsttreeswithbudspeepingoutfrombeneaththegraybark．AcoupleofgirlstudentswerereadingfromtheirEnglishte*tbooksaloudwhilewalkingupanddownthegravelpatharoundthelakewhereasortofstreamrosetoformswirlsofthinmist．Itwasreallyamorningofbeauty,vigora