七年级下册英语作文(6)
在对面，一个女人听到外面的噪音，当她透过窗户向外看时，发现她的邻居受到了威胁，她立即打电话给警察局，一辆巡逻警车迅速赶到犯罪现场，三名警察走到大楼外，另一些人在大楼外看守，以防止任何人逃跑。
The two criminals were arrested.They were taken to the police station with their wrists handcuffed.There they would be questioned and probably charged with robbery.
两名罪犯被逮捕。他们被带到他们的"手腕戴上手铐的警察局。他们会质疑可能被控抢劫。
Summer vacation, I went to the cotton field, cotton green stem grow some many branches, like appered in flies, green leaves are like the palm of your hand, leaves pale pink and pale yellow on the flowers, very beautiful. I picked up a few pieces of fallen petals, made a bookmark, clip into the book.
After half month, cotton flowers wither away gradually, soon grow out of the bolls. Bolls of emerald green, with small north. They are very cute, some bolls of his head, curiously looked this beautiful world, some like a shy girl, head into the green leaves, refused to come out.
Gradually, cotton mature, full of bolls of cracked lips, white cotton drill out from the inside, like clouds, touch the soft.
One weekend, I and grandpa“s grandmother to the fields to pick cotton. See the white cotton, I use hand gently knead, slowly being pulled, I picked cotton was, that soon picked a big bag. Looked at his hand picked cotton, my mood is soft than cotton, also comfortable.
The two criminals were arrested.They were taken to the police station with their wrists handcuffed.There they would be questioned and probably charged with robbery.
两名罪犯被逮捕。他们被带到他们的"手腕戴上手铐的警察局。他们会质疑可能被控抢劫。
七年级下册英语作文 9
Spring is coming, my grandmother four acres of cotton seed.Summer vacation, I went to the cotton field, cotton green stem grow some many branches, like appered in flies, green leaves are like the palm of your hand, leaves pale pink and pale yellow on the flowers, very beautiful. I picked up a few pieces of fallen petals, made a bookmark, clip into the book.
After half month, cotton flowers wither away gradually, soon grow out of the bolls. Bolls of emerald green, with small north. They are very cute, some bolls of his head, curiously looked this beautiful world, some like a shy girl, head into the green leaves, refused to come out.
Gradually, cotton mature, full of bolls of cracked lips, white cotton drill out from the inside, like clouds, touch the soft.
One weekend, I and grandpa“s grandmother to the fields to pick cotton. See the white cotton, I use hand gently knead, slowly being pulled, I picked cotton was, that soon picked a big bag. Looked at his hand picked cotton, my mood is soft than cotton, also comfortable.
