四年级的英语手抄报
导读：我根据大家的需要整理了一份关于《四年级的英语手抄报》的内容，具体内容：小学的图怎么画呢？要写什么内容呢？下面是我为大家整理了一些，希望大家喜欢。图片欣赏图片1图片2图片3图片4资料...
小学的图怎么画呢？要写什么内容呢？下面是我为大家整理了一些，希望大家喜欢。
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资料：雪人
Many friends of mine who study in the north upload a lot of interesting pictures about snowmen on their personal blogs. Born in the south and bred in the south; I never ever have a chance to see snow. I think they must have fun when they made a snowman. I really envy them. Every time I tell my parents we should go to the north for Spring Festival but they dont agree (my father has some relations in Shanxi where snows every year) they think we could get sick because of the cold weather. Maybe someday I can travel to the north by myself.
I know that the cultural in the north is totally different from south. In south, we almost eat everything, while in the north, people staple food is wheat. I hear that they eat noodles all the time. I dont know its true or not. I just want to travel to there to test it by myself. In my opinion, traveling alone or with my friends to the north is quite a challenge for me. I wish i can save enough money, so I can go there to see the view of the north.
我有很多在南方读书的朋友，他们都在个人博客上上传了关于雪人的照片。生长在南方，我从未见过雪。我觉得堆雪人的时候一定很好玩。我很羡慕他们。每次我告诉我的父母我们应该去南方过年时，他们却不愿意。(父亲有兄弟在陕西，那里每年都下雪)。他们认为如果去北方的话会因为寒冷而生病。也许某一天我会自己去北方旅游。
我认为北方的文化和南方的完全不一样。在南方，我们基本上什么都可以作为食材。而在北方，人们的主食则是面粉。我听说他们总是吃面条。我不知道这是否是真的还是假的。我想自己去北方旅游，然后看看这是否为真。在我看来，独自一人或者与朋友去北方是种挑战。我希望我能存到足够的钱，然后去体验北方的风景。
内容：英语小故事
My day began on a decidedly sour(发酵的，刺耳的) note when I saw my six-year-old wrestling with a limb of my azalea(杜鹃花) bush. By the time I got outside, hed broken it. "Can I take this to school today?" he asked. With a wave of my hand, I sent him off. I turned my back so he wouldnt see the tears gathering in my eyes. I loved that azalea bush. I touched the broken limb as if to say silently, "Im sorry."
I wished I could have said that to my husband earlier, but Id been angry. The washing machine had leaked on my brand-new linoleum. If hed just taken the time to fix it the night before when I asked him instead of playing checkers with Jonathan. What are his priorities anyway? I wondered. I was still mopping up the mess when Jonathan walked into the kitchen. "Whats for breakfast, Mom?" I opened the empty refrigerator. "Not cereal," I said, watching the sides of his mouth drop. "How about toast and jelly?" I smeared the toast with jelly and set it in front of him. Why was I so angry? I tossed my husbands dishes into the sudsy(起泡沫的) water.
It was days like this that made me want to quit. I just wanted to drive up to the mountains, hide in a cave, and never come out.
Somehow I managed to lug the wet clothes to the laundromat. I spent most of the day washing and drying clothes and thinking how love had disappeared from my life. Staring at the graffiti(涂鸦) on the walls, I felt as wrung-out as the clothes left in the washers.
As I finished hanging up the last of my husbands shirts, I looked at the clock. 2:30. I was late. Jonathans class let out at 2:15. I dumped the clothes in the back seat and hurriedly drove to the school.
I was out of breath by the time I knocked on the teachers door and peered through the glass. With one finger, she motioned for me to wait. She said something to Jonathan and handed him and two other children crayons and a sheet of paper.
What now? I thought, as she rustled through the door and took me aside. "I want to talk to you about Jonathan," she said.
I prepared myself for the worst. Nothing would have surprised me. "Did you know Jonathan brought flowers to school today?" she asked. I nodded, thinking about my favorite bush and trying to hide the hurt in my eyes. I glanced at my son busily coloring a picture. His wavy hair was too long and flopped just beneath his brow. He brushed it away with the back of his hand. His eyes burst with blue as he admired his handiwork(手工制品). "Let me tell you about yesterday," the teacher insisted. "See that little girl?" I watched the bright-eyed child laugh and point to a colorful picture taped to the wall. I nodded.
"Well, yesterday she was almost hysterical. Her mother and father are going through a nasty divorce. She told me she didnt want to live, she wished she could die. I watched that little girl bury her face in her hands and say loud enough for the class to hear, Nobody loves me. I did all I could to console her, but it only seemed to make matters worse." "I thought you wanted to talk to me about Jonathan," I said.
"I do," she said, touching the sleeve of my blouse. "Today your son walked straight over to that child. I watched him hand her some pretty pink flowers and whisper, I love you."
I felt my heart swell with pride for what my son had done. I smiled at the teacher. "Thank you," I said, reaching for Jonathans hand, "youve made my day."
Later that evening, I began pulling weeds from around my lopsided azalea bush. As my mind wandered back to the love Jonathan showed the little girl, a biblical verse came to me: "...these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." While my son had put love into practice, I had only felt anger.
I heard the familiar squeak of my husbands brakes as he pulled into the drive. I snapped a small limb bristling with hot pink azaleas off the bush. I felt the seed of love that God planted in my family beginning to bloom once again in me. My husbands eyes widened in surprise as I handed him the flowers. "I love you," I said.
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