2023中小学英语手抄报设计图3篇

中小学英语手抄报设计图1AfternoonwasMrs.Conroysfavoritetimeofday.Afteraharddayatwork,hereyesweretiredandherfee下面是小编为大家整理的2023中小学英语手抄报设计图3篇,供大家参考。

中小学英语手抄报设计图1

Afternoon was Mrs. Conroy"s favorite time of day. After a hard day at work, her eyes were tired and her feet hurt. She enjoyed the nice long nap she took on the bus. Mrs. Conroy had made friends with the bus driver, Mr. Angstrom. He always woke her up before her stop. She usually felt fresh as a daisy(精神饱满的) when she got off the bus.

But today was different. Mr. Angstrom wasn"t driving. A small man in a wrinkled uniform sat in the driver"s seat.

"Where"s Mr. Angstrom?" asked Mrs. Conroy, dropping her money into the box."I don"t know. Sick, I guess. I just work here, lady. Step to the rear."Mrs. Conroy hoped that Mr. Angstrom was all right. She didn"t like this new driver. She decided not to sleep on the way home today. She didn"t want to ask this driver to wake her. He didn"t look like the type who"d want to do anyone a favor.

Mrs. Conroy looked out the window. It was a warm afternoon. Though she tried to keep her eyes open, the gentle rocking of the bus had a lulling effect. Within a few minutes her eyes closed. Her head dropped to her shoulders. In spite of herself, Mrs. Conroy fell fast asleep.

The next thing Mrs. Conroy knew, a hand was on her shoulder. Someone was shaking her awake.

"Wake up, lady. We"ve come to the end of the line. Wake up."

Mrs. Conroy blinked and opened her eyes. The bus driver looked down at her. "I said, this is the end of the line, lady. Time to get off the bus."

Mrs. Conroy peered out the window. "Where am I?" she asked. "I was supposed to get off at Essex Avenue."

"You"re at the last stop, lady. Come on, get off the bus. I have a schedule to keep to."

Mrs. Conroy was having trouble waking up. She staggered to her feet.The bus driver took her arm and helped her down the aisle. As she stepped off the bus, she felt a sense of panic. "Wait a minute," she said in a shrill voice. "This isn"t Essex Avenue. Where am I? How can I get home?"

"Cool off, lady. I told you, you"re at the end of the line. We all make it here sooner or later."

"But why can"t I ride back with you?" she pleaded. "I have the fare!"

"Sorry, lady," he said as he closed the door. "It"s against the rules."

Mrs. Conroy watched the bus disappear down the road. She looked around and tried to figure out what part of the city she was in. Suddenly the sun seemed awfully bright.

Mrs. Conroy squinted(斜视). She didn"t recognize this place. There were no trees around, no street signs, and no people. The city seemed to have ended miles back. She couldn"t get her bearings. There was nothing to see in any direction. Nothing at all. Mrs. Conroy wondered if she were still dreaming.

"Are you ready, Madam?"

The voice came from behind her. Mrs. Conroy whirled around, her heart beating rapidly.

"Who? What? Are you speaking to me?"

A tall, handsome man in a blue pin-striped suit stepped forward. His suit reminded her of the one that her boss, Mr. Burton, always wore. What was a businessman doing so far out here in the country?

The man smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Conroy. I"ve come to meet you. It"s time to go now."

"Go where? What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?"

The man in the blue suit smiled.

"I know it must be very confusing, Mrs. Conroy. Most people seem to feel that way at first. But as we go along, everything will become quite clear." He took her by the arm. "It"s all right," he said kindly. "Just come with me."

"No! I"m not going anywhere with you. Why should I? I don"t even know who you are," Mrs. Conroy said. She pulled away from the man and stepped back.

The man smiled gently. "I"m only an assistant, Mrs. Conroy," he said.

"Well, Mr. Assistant, there must be some mistake. I just fell asleep and stayed on the bus too long. Then the driver made me get off. He wouldn"t take me back with him! He talked some nonsense about rules. I"m going to call the company and report him!"

"He was just doing his job, Mrs. Conroy," the man said patiently.

"But he left me out here alone," Mrs. Conroy said. "Now it"s getting late. I have to get home and fix dinner. What kind of bus driver refuses to take passengers?"

The man in the blue suit stepped toward Mrs. Conroy and took her arm again. This time she didn"t resist. He patted her hand and smiled down at her. "You"ll have to forgive the driver for being rude, Mrs. Conroy. He"s new at the job. But he was only following orders. You see, Mrs. Conroy, this is the end of the line. You don"t have to worry about getting home and fixing dinner. Our passengers only go one way."

中小学英语手抄报设计图2

Once upon a time...

Long, long ago, there were two brothers, the one rich and the other poor. When Christmas Eve came, the poor one had not a bite in the house, either of meat or bread; so he went to his brother, and begged him, in God"s name, to give him something for Christmas Day. It was by no means the first time that the brother had been forced to give something to him, and he was not better pleased at being asked now than he generally was.

"If you will do what I ask you, you shall have a whole ham," said he. The poor one immediately thanked him, and promised this.

"Well, here is the ham, and now you must go straight to Dead Man"s Hall," said the rich brother, throwing the ham to him.

"Well, I will do what I have promised," said the other, and he took the ham and set off. He went on and on for the livelong day, and at nightfall he came to a place where there was a bright light.

"I have no doubt this is the place," thought the man with the ham.

An old man with a long white beard was standing in the outhouse, chopping Yule logs.

"Good-evening," said the man with the ham.

"Good-evening to you. Where are you going at this late hour?" said the man.

"I am going to Dead Man"s Hall, if only I am on the right track," answered the poor man.

"Oh! yes, you are right enough, for it is here," said the old man. "When you get inside they will all want to buy your ham, for they don"t get much meat to eat there; but you must not sell it unless you can get the hand-mill which stands behind the door for it. When you come out again I will teach you how to stop the hand-mill, which is useful for almost everything."

So the man with the ham thanked the other for his good advice, and rapped at the door.

When he got in, everything happened just as the old man had said it would: all the people, great and small, came round him like ants on an ant-hill, and each tried to outbid the other for the ham.

"By rights my old woman and I ought to have it for our Christmas dinner, but, since you have set your hearts upon it, I must just give it up to you," said the man. "But, if I sell it, I will have the hand-mill which is standing there behind the door."

At first they would not hear to this, and haggled and bargained with the man, but he stuck to what he had said, and the people were forced to give him the hand-mill. When the man came out again into the yard, he asked the old wood-cutter how he was to stop the hand-mill, and when he had learned that, he thanked him and set off home with all the speed he could, but did not get there until after the clock had struck twelve on Christmas Eve.

"Where in the world have you been?" said the old woman. "Here I have sat waiting hour after hour, and have not even two sticks to lay across each other under the Christmas porridge-pot."

"Oh! I could not come before; I had something of importance to see about, and a long way to go, too; but now you shall just see!" said the man, and then he set the hand-mill on the table, and bade it first grind light, then a table-cloth, and then meat, and beer, and everything else that was good for a Christmas Eve"s supper; and the mill ground all that he ordered. "Bless me!" said the old woman as one thing after another appeared; and she wanted to know where her husband had got the mill from, but he would not tell her that.

"Never mind where I got it; you can see that it is a good one, and the water that turns it will never freeze," said the man. So he ground meat and drink, and all kinds of good things, to last all Christmas-tide, and on the third day he invited all his friends to come to a feast.