英文作文篇1

AServiceofLove爱的奉献篇2

Whenonelovesone’sArtnoserviceseemstoohard.

JoecameoutoftheMiddleWestwithageniusforpictorialart2.Atsixhedrewapictureofthetownpumpwithanimportantcitizenpassingithurriedly.Thisworkwasframed3andhunginthedrugstorewindow.AttwentyheleftforNewYork.

Deliadidthingsinmusicsowellinapine-treevillageintheSouththatherrelativesraisedalittlemoneyforhertogo“North”and“finish.”Theycouldnotseeher,butthatisourstory.

JoeandDeliametinastudiowhereanumberofartandmusicstudentshadgatheredtodiscussallkindsofarts.

JoeandDeliafellinlovewitheachother,andinashorttimeweremarried—for,whenonelovesone’sArtnoserviceseemstoohard.

Thecouplebeganhousekeepinginaflat.Itwasalonelyflat.Andtheywerehappy;fortheyhadtheirArtandtheyhadeachother.

JoewaspaintingintheclassofthegreatMagister—youknowhisfame.Hisfeesarehigh;hislessonsarelight—hishigh-lightshavebroughthimfame.DeliawasstudyingunderRosenstock—averystrictpianoteacher.

Theywereveryhappyaslongastheirmoneylasted.Soiseverybody.Theiraimswereveryclear.Theyhopedtheirartscouldbringthemwealthandfame.

Butthebest,inmyopinion,wasthehomelifeinthelittleflat—thewarmchatsaftertheday’sstudy;thecomfortabledinnersandfresh,lightbreakfasts;theinterchangeofambitions4;themutualhelpandinspiration;andmeatandcheesesandwichesat11p.m.

ButafterawhileArtflagged5.Itsometimesdoes,evenifnobodyflagsit.Everythinggoingoutandnothingcomingin.MoneywaslackingtopayMr.MagisterandRosenstocktheirprices.Whenonelovesone’sArtnoserviceseemstoohard.So,Deliasaidshemustgivemusiclessonstomakealiving.

Fortwoorthreedaysshewentouthuntingforpupils.Oneeveningshecamehomehappily.

“Joe,dear,”shesaid,“I’veapupil.And,oh,theloveliestpeople!General—GeneralPinkney’sdaughter—onSeventy-firstStreet.Suchasplendidhouse,Joe—yououghttoseethefrontdoor!Byzantine6.Ithinkyouwouldcallit.Andinside!Oh,Joe,Ineversawanythinglikeitbefore.

“MypupilishisdaughterClementina.Idearlyloveheralready.She’sadelicatething—dressesalwaysinwhite;andthesweetest,simplestmanners!Onlyeighteenyearsold.I’mtogivethreelessonsaweek;and,justthink,Joe!$5alesson.Idon’tminditabit;forwhenIgettwoorthreemorepupilsIcanonceagaintakeupmylessonswithRosenstock.Now,smoothoutthatwrinklebetweenyourbrows7,dear,andlet’shaveanicesupper.”

“That’sallrightforyou,Dele,”saidJoe,openingacanofpeaswithacarvingknife,“buthowaboutme?DoyouthinkI’mgoingtoletyouhurryforwageswhileIenjoythetasteofhighart?No!IguessIcandosomething,andbringinadollarortwo.”

Deliacameandhungabouthisneck.

“Joe,dear,youaresilly.Youmustkeeponatyourstudies.ItisnotasifIhadleftmymusicandgonetoworkatsomethingelse.WhileIteachIlearn.Iamalwayswithmymusic.Andwecanliveashappilyasmillionaireson$15aweek.Youmustn’tthinkofleavingMr.Magister.”

“Allright,”saidJoe,reachingforthevegetabledish.“ButIhateforyoutobegivinglessons.Itisn’tArt.Butyou’regreatandadeartodoit.”

“Whenonelovesone’sArtnoserviceseemstoohard,”saidDelia.

“Magisterpraisedtheskyinthatsketch8Imadeinthepark,”saidJoe.“AndTinklegavemepermissiontohangtwooftheminhiswindow.Imayselloneiftherightkindofarichfellowseesthem.”

“I’msureyouwill,”saidDeliasweetly.“Andnowlet’sbethankfulforGeneralPinkneyandthisroast.”

Duringallofthenextweekthecouplehadanearlybreakfast.JoewasexcitedaboutsomesketcheshewasdoinginCentralPark,andDeliapreparedbreakfastforhim,praised,andkissedatseveno’clock.Itwasmosttimesseveno’clockwhenhereturnedintheevening.

AttheendoftheweekDelia,sweetlyproudbuttired,threwthreefive-dollarbillsonthe8by10(inches)centretableofthe8by10(feet)flatroom9.

“Sometimes,”shesaid,“Clementinatiresme.I’mafraidshedoesn’tpractiseenough,andIhavetotellherthesamethingssooften.Andthenshealwaysdressesentirelyinwhite,andthatdoesgetmonotonous10.ButGeneralPinkneyisthedearestoldman!Iwishyoucouldknowhim,Joe.HecomesinsometimeswhenIamwithClementinaatthepianoandstandstherepullinghiswhitebeard.‘Andhowarethesemiquaversandthedemi-semiquaversprogressing11?’healwaysasks.

“Iwishyoucouldseethewainscotinginthatdrawing-room,Joe!”

AndthenJoe,withtheairofaMonteCristo12,drewoutaten,afive,atwoandaone—alllegalnotes13—andlaidthembesideDelia’searnings.

“Soldthatwater-colourtoamanfromPeoria,”heannouncedhappily.

“Don’tjokewithme,”saidDelia—“notfromPeoria!”

“Alltheway.Iwishyoucouldseehim,Dele.Fatmanwithawoolencoat.HesawthesketchinTinkle’swindowandthoughtitwasawindmill14andboughtitanyhow.Heorderedanother—anoilsketchoftheLackawannafreightdepot15—totakebackwithhim.Musiclessons!Oh,IguessArtisstillinit.”

“I’msogladyou’vekepton,”saidDeliaheartily.“You’resuretowin,dear.Thirty-threedollars!Weneverhadsomuchtospendbefore.We’llhavearichdinnerto-night.”

OnthenextSaturdayeveningJoereachedhomefirst.Hespreadhis$18onthetableandwashedwhatseemedtobeagreatdealofdarkpaintfromhishands.

HalfanhourlaterDeliaarrived,herrighthandtiedupinashapelessbundleofwrapsandbandages16.

“Howisthis?”askedJoeaftertheusualgreetings.

Delialaughed,butnotveryjoyously.

“Clementina,”sheexplained,“insisteduponaWelshrabbit17afterherlesson.Sheissuchastrangegirl.Welshrabbitsatfiveintheafternoon.TheGeneralwasthere.Youshouldhaveseenhimrunforthechafingdish18,Joe,justasiftherewasn’taservantinthehouse.IknowClementinaisn’tingoodhealth;sheissonervous.Inservingtherabbitshespilled19agreatlotofit,boilinghot,overmyhandandwrist.Ithurtterribly,Joe.Andthedeargirlwassosorry!ButGeneralPinkney!—Joe,thatoldmannearlywentcrazy.Herusheddownstairsandsentsomebodyouttoadrugstoreforsomeoilandthingstobinditupwith.Itdoesn’thurtsomuchnow.”

“What’sthis?”askedJoe,takingthehandsoftlyandpullingatsomewhitestrands20underthebandages.

“It’ssomethingsoft,”saidDelia,“thathadoilonit.Oh,Joe,didyousellanothersketch?”Shehadseenthemoneyonthetable.

“DidI?”saidJoe.“JustaskthemanfromPeoria.Hegothissketchtoday,andheisn’tsurebuthethinkshewantsanotherparkscapeandaviewontheHudson21.Whattimethisafternoondidyouburnyourhand,Dele?”

“Fiveo’clock,Ithink,”saidDele.“Theiron—Imeantherabbitcameoffthefireaboutthattime.YououghttohaveseenGeneralPinkney,Joe,when—”

“Sitdownhereamoment,Dele,”saidJoe.Hedrewhertothecouch,satdownbesideherandputhisarmacrosshershoulders.

“Whathaveyoubeendoingforthelasttwoweeks,Dele?”heasked.

Shesatinsilenceforamomentortwowithaneyefulloflove,andmurmuredaphraseortwoofGeneralPinkney;butatlastdownwentherheadandoutcamethetruthandtears.

“Icouldn’tgetanypupils,”shesaid.“AndIcouldn’tbeartohaveyougiveupyourlessons;andIgotaplaceironingshirtsinthatbigTwenty-fourthStreetlaundry22.AndIthinkIdidverywelltomakeupbothGeneralPinkneyandClementina,don’tyou,Joe?AndwhenagirlinthelaundrysetdownahotirononmyhandthisafternoonIwasallthewayhomemakingupthatstoryabouttheWelshrabbit.You’renotangry,areyou,Joe?AndifIhadn’tgottheworkyoumightn’thavesoldyoursketchestothatmanfromPeoria.”

“Hewasn’tfromPeoria,”saidJoeslowly.

“Well,itdoesn’tmatterwherehewasfrom.Howcleveryouare,Joe—and—kissme,Joe—andwhatmadeyoueverthinkthatIwasn’tgivingmusiclessonstoClementina?”

“Ididn’t,”saidJoe,“untilto-night.AndIwouldn’thavethen,onlyIsentupthiscottonwasteandoilfromtheengine-roomthisafternoonforagirlupstairswhohadherhandburnedwithaniron.I’vebeenfiringtheengineinthatlaundryforthelasttwoweeks.”

“Andthenyoudidn’t—”

“Mypurchaser23fromPeoria,”saidJoe,“andGeneralPinkneyarebothcreations24ofthesameart—butyouwouldn’tcalliteitherpaintingormusic.”

Andthentheybothlaughed,andJoebegan:

“Whenonelovesone’sArtnoserviceseems—”

ButDeliastoppedhimwithherhandonhislips.“No,”shesaid—“just‘Whenoneloves.’”

TheDevotionofLove爱的奉献篇3

Dearfriends,youmayhaveheardthesong--TheDevotionofLove.Ithasbeenverypopularsince1988,andisenjoyedbymoreandmorepeople.Why?Becauseithasbeensungforthepeople.Aslongaseveryonedevotesalittlelove,theworldwillbeevenmorebeautiful.WheneverIhearthesong,Ican'thelpthinkingofmydearteacher,Mr.Wang.Hegavehislifetothecauseofeducation.Hewillberememberedasanengineerofthesoulforever.Ashisstudent,Iwillneverforgetthosedaysthatwespenttogether.

Hewasakindandwarm-heartedman.ThemomentIsawhim,Ifeltasifheweremyfather.Inclass,hewasstrictinourstudies.Butinthesparetime,hewasourgoodfriend.Heoftentaughtushowtoplaytheviolin,tosing,andtodrawpictures.Hecarednotonlyforourstudiesbutalsoforourminds.Wheneverwehaddifficultiesinourstudiesorinourdailylife,hewouldencourageustoovercomethem.Whenwefailedinourexams,hewouldhelpus,"Don'tloseheart,workharderandyouwillsucceed."Onhisholidays,hewouldgiveuphisresttohelpthosewhohaddifficultyintheirstudiessothattheycouldcatchupwiththeotherstudents.Hewasjustlikeacandle,burninghimselfawaytoprovidelightforother.Hewassuchagoodteacherthatallofuslovedandrespectedhim.

Butayearago,wordcamethatMr.Wangdiedofcancer.Hearingthis,Icouldn'thelpcrying.IrememberthesongofSmallGrass:Nosweeterthanaflower,notallerthanatree….Smallgrassisordinary,butgrand.Mr.Wangisabladeofsmallgrass.Hegavehisstudentsallhislove.Mr.Wangwillliveinourheartsforever.

英文作文篇4

Person’slifeismadeupofcountlessdays,whilesomedaysmaybeboring,somearepreciousandunforgettablememories.

July15,XX,thedayI’llneverforget.Itwasasunnyday,butIwasanxious,nervousandmeanwhile,alittleexcited,forIwaswaitingforthearrivalofmyuniversityadmissionnotice.Itwasnotuntil3pmthatIfinallywaitedthearrivalofagreenmailcarfullofhope.OnlywhenIgottheadmissionnotice,didIbelievethatIwasreallyadmittedtomydreamuniversity—…university.Itnotonlymeantmypasteffortsandpersistencenotinvain,butalsomeantthatIwouldsaygoodbyetothedullhighschoollife,andstepintothecolorfuluniversitylife.Iwassohappyandimmediatelycalledmyparentstotellthemthegoodnews,andthenteachersandclassmates.

Whatanunforgettableday!

英文作文篇5

Ihaveagoodfriend,hernameisLucy,webecamefriendssinceIwasfiveyearsold,sheismyneighbor,weplaytogetherallthetime.Yesterday,Lucygothertenyear-oldbirthday,sheholdapartyinherhouse,ashergoodfriend,ofcourseIwouldnotmissherparty.Iboughtherawatchasthegift,intheparty,wesanganddanced,shehasmanyfriends,soweplayedthegame,wefeltsohappy.Atlast,wesangthebirthdaysongtoherandtookoutthebigcake,Lucymadeherwish,weatethecaketogether.WehadgreatfunatLucy’sparty,Iwishherbehappyeveryday.