小學五年級上冊英語作文我的週末

　　週末往往是學生們最期待的時候，因為在這兩天他們可以做自己最想做的事情。你知道怎麼寫一篇我的週末的英語作文嗎?下面是小編給大家整理的，供你參考!

　　篇1

　　Today is Saturday, mom and dad was on a business trip in the morning, only I a person at home.

　　At first, I was very happy, jumping on the bed, thinking about how to play after eating breakfast. But a little later, the doorbell rang. To open the door, didn't I think of my aunt will come. Aunt is an English teacher, she said to accompany me to learn English words. As soon as I see English I worry, mom and a recruit. In the mind has one hundred reluctant, but still under the guidance of aunt chirp remember words.

　　At noon, my aunt cook for me personally, do I like the food. Ready to eat, mother on the phone back on inspection, and ask aunt I have to study hard. Aunt said that my performance is very good. I thought to myself, you don't know this is one of my traps, let aunt think I learn seriously, let her rest assured I a person at home, and then... Hey hey... .

　　Just after dinner, the phone rang again, is to find aunt, she has to pick up. I think this phone, it is best to let her aunt out some of my neighbors children playing outside to huan. Sure enough, aunt is out.

　　篇2

　　Sunday was supposed to be a child the most happy the most happy time, but my Sunday is the most sad and painful.

　　Get up in the morning, I am not happy like other children to turn on the TV to watch TV while eating breakfast, but have to face a large bowl of porridge and pickles, there is a lot of tutoring. Looked at the piles of tutoring, my heart is full of sadness and pain, delicious breakfast in my mouth become tasteless.

　　Finished the tutorial, I thought the sad and painful in the past, I can relax. The moment when I sit on the sofa, sad and painful and come to me again.

　　I just sit down, "YaoYao, quick to practice calligraphy and playing the piano, don't practice, piano lessons will be late!" Mother like a gust of wind dashed from the balcony, threw themselves gave me two slap in the face, hands shaking water to my face. I paused, burying his face in a rushed into the study, down on the bed to cry, out, it is the tears of crystal water on her face and mixed together.

　　On Sunday, a supposed to belong to my time, but this dream of mine was mother this put out the fire, ashes it forever, never back!

　　篇3

　　Another weekend, for most people, this is a great deal of enjoyment, is a happy day, but I don't like it at the weekend. My weekend no entertainment, only do not over of homework and endless classes.

　　On Saturday, the somebody else still lazy sleep late, I have to get up, wash a face to brush your teeth in a hurry, again in a hurry to eat breakfast, and then get to set the fastest time, the car go to school, I started a piano training in the morning. In others' eyes, I can have a few hours at the weekend to learn a few dollars an hour of the piano, this is the most happy thing, but, in my heart, I think this is torture, repetitive practice and practice, in order to get the piano distinction. Sometimes, I don't know if I take what's the use of this, but, my mother told me to wait for you to find a job after. I can only be good to go, in order to better find a job in the future.

　　In the afternoon, a meal, have to be on their way to another - creative composition counselling training site. This I still like, teacher and school teacher professor composition teaching form is completely different, let me in learning to write a composition won't feel boring, sometimes, I can also be outdone, write oneself is hard to imagine the composition. Teacher, just seize our moments of inspiration, who had the inspiration can be free to write immediately, need not deliberately to ask for instructions. This is weekend, my favorite things to do, often can feel time not enough use, however, the bell drives we went home.