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秋天的故事英语日记

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秋天的故事英语日记

　　导语：秋雨是温存的，斜斜的飞纷，没有春雨的缠绵、夏雨的粗暴以及冬雨的凄苦，行走在这样的季节，最容易使人安静，会在匆匆的步履之中思念着家，思念着亲人。下面是小编为大家整理的，秋天的日记，希望对大家有所帮助，欢迎阅读，仅供参考，更多相关的知识，请关注CNFLA学习网

秋天的故事英语日记

　　这个秋天英语日记：

　　The autumn wind, like a knife, blowing cold, pulled up all over the sky of dust, mist. Branches of the desolate flourish, hung a half withered leaves, will be like falling not fall between, bitterness to struggle in the autumn wind, is quietly falling after all, curled up like a butterfly.

　　All say autumn is the season of sadness, all say autumn is the separation of time.

　　I walk in the mountain path, the mountains, autumn red, into every leaf seems to be burning with strong vitality, in the lonely was dancing in the wind, make public the pride of life.

　　I took a piece of, air drying, clip in the book. On the way down, quite puzzled, confused this exam I ever better. Although only monthly exam, but it is seen as an assessment before the mid-term exam. Since the second day, I have never in grade ten, every day in the face of the teacher's sigh, parents' disappointment, with confidence to try once again finally gained the failure of the cold.

　　Back home, open the computer, cranked up the stereo, disgusted me light, thin, to put aside the exercise books and books.

　　I don't want to go to learn what, also don't want to go to work.

　　Every time after hard work, in addition to the sadness, I left with?

　　Just, just, just like that, hard struggle in the top grade, as if fighting is inexhaustible. But, I'm not a genius, I can't do all things to all people's success.

　　Wet cool wind blew in, out on the table book is blown over several pages, paper twist to move each other between burst crisp sound.

　　Red maple leaf, lightly pull away from the shackles of the book, lightly blowing in the room. The trace of its movement is not fast, extremely slow, also is extremely strong. Obviously have been out of the trees to the survival of life, however, that the fire is the fiery red, but not with the passing of life.

　　Unconsciously, my attention is drawn to dancing maple leaf and completely, who left the seat, chasing its movement trajectory in the room and came to the desk.

　　Turned on the lamp that shield an eye, finally, I took out the workbook and draft the start calculus problem seriously. Pen loops, asing if is a beautiful dance.

　　The room is filled with brilliant red.

　　This autumn, maple leaves fluttering, put all the gloom and always, all dyed red, and spectacular.

　　参考翻译：

　　秋风，如刀子般，凛冽地刮着，撩起漫天的尘土，蒙蒙。苍凉遒劲的枝干上，挂着些许半枯的叶子，将要在似坠不坠之间，凄苦地挣扎在秋风之中，终究是悄然落下，袅袅如蝶。

　　都说秋天是伤感的季节，都说秋天是分离的时日。

　　我走在山中幽径，山里，秋风将每一片叶子染得火红，似乎带着旺盛地燃烧着的生命力，在寂寥的风中猎猎飞舞，张扬着生命的高傲。

　　我摘下一片，风干，夹在了书里。下山的路上，颇有些茫然，疑惑这次考试我究竟能否考好。虽然只是月考，但却被看成是期中考试前的一次评估。自从上了初二，我就再也没有进过年级前十，每天面对着老师的叹息，父母的失望，一次次满怀信心的尝试最终却收获冰凉的失败。

　　回到家里，打开电脑，把音响调到最大，我淡而薄厌地把练习册和书本扔到一边。

　　不想再去学什么，亦不想再去拼搏。

　　每次努力奋斗后，除了一手的伤悲，我还剩下什么?

　　罢了，罢了，就这样罢，苦苦地挣扎在年级前列，好像拼搏是无穷无尽的。可是，我不是天才，我无法做到次次取得让所有人满意的成绩。

　　潮湿微凉的风吹进来，摊放在桌面上的书被吹得连翻了好几页，纸张之间互相捻动迸发清脆声响。