evening 中文翻译

人教新版英语六年级上册UnitTwoIusuallygotoschoolbybus.我通常坐公交车去上学。

Lesson7GaoWei:Whatareyoudoing,LiYan?LiYan:I’mreadingane-mailfromLucy.She’smynewfriend.GaoWei:CanIreadit?LiYan:Sure.HiLiYan,MynameisLucy.I’mfromNew Zealand.I’mtwelve.Letmetellyousomethingaboutmy dailylife.Igetupatseveneverymorning.Igotoschoolattwentypasteight.Schoolbeginsatnine.Ihaveclassesfrom9 :00to11:30.Ibringalunchboxtoschool.Schoolendsatthree.Igethomeatabouthalfpastthree.ThenIdomyhomework.Ihavedinnerataboutseven .Afterdinner,IwatchTV.Igotobedat9:00.Howaboutyou?Pleasee-mailmeback.Bestwishes,Lucy高伟：李燕，你在干什么？李燕：我正在看露西写给我的邮件。

她是我的新朋友。

高伟：我能看吗？李燕：当然！嗨，李燕：我叫露西。

我来自新西兰。

我十二岁。

让我告诉你一些有关我的日常生活的事情吧。

我每天早晨起点起床。

我八点二十去上学。

学校九点上课。

我从九点到十一点半上课。

我带午餐盒去学校。

学校三点放学。

我大约三点半到家。

然后我做作业。

我大约七点钟吃饭。

晚饭后，我看电视。

我九点钟睡觉。

你呢？请给我回信。

祝你万事如意。

露西Lesson8Igotoschoolat7:00inthemorning. 我早上7：00上学。

Igotobedat9:00intheevening. 我晚上9：00睡觉。

初二英语对话试题及答案一、听对话，选择最佳答案。

听第一段对话，回答1-2题。

A. 去图书馆。

B. 去公园。

C. 去电影院。

A. 喜欢。

B. 不喜欢。

C. 无所谓。

1. 根据对话，他们打算去哪里？2. 对话中的人对去这个地方感觉如何？听第二段对话，回答3-4题。

A. 打篮球。

B. 踢足球。

C. 打乒乓球。

A. 早上。

B. 下午。

C. 晚上。

3. 他们计划进行什么体育活动？4. 他们打算什么时候进行这个活动？二、补全对话。

根据对话内容，从方框中选择适当的选项补全对话。

A: Hey, what are you doing this weekend?B: I'm thinking about going to the ___________. A: That sounds great! Do you like ___________? B: Yes, I do. I think it's very interesting.A: When are you going?B: I'm not sure yet. It might be in the ___________. A: I hope you have a good time.B: Thanks, you too.选项：A. bookstoreB. museumC. zooD. readE. writeF. afternoonG. evening三、根据对话内容回答问题。

阅读以下对话，然后回答问题。

A: Hi, Tom. What's your favorite subject?B: Hi, Jerry. My favorite subject is English.A: Why do you like English?B: Because I enjoy reading and writing in English. A: Do you have any English classes today?B: Yes, I have one in the afternoon.A: Great! What are you going to do in the class?B: We are going to have a discussion about a book.5. What is Tom's favorite subject?6. Why does Tom like English?7. When does Tom have his English class?四、对话翻译。

欢迎晚会英语作文Last night, our school held a grand welcome party for new students. The event took place in the school auditorium, which was beautifully decorated with colorful balloons, streamers, and banners welcoming the newcomers. The atmosphere was vibrant and full of excitement.The party kicked off with a speech from the school principal, welcoming the new students and encouraging them to make the most of their time at the school. This was followed by performances from various student clubs, including singing, dancing, and skits. The talent on display was truly impressive, showcasing the diverse skills and interests of our student body.One of the highlights of the evening was the interactive games and activities organized for the new students to participate in. From icebreaker games to group challenges, everyone had a chance to mingle, bond, and have fun together. It was heartwarming to see the new students quickly integrating into the school community and forging new friendships.As the party came to a close, the students gathered for a group photo, capturing the joy and camaraderie of theevening. Overall, the welcome party was a great success, setting a positive tone for the new academic year and creating lasting memories for all who attended.中文翻译：昨晚，我们学校为新生举办了一场盛大的欢迎晚会。

Eveline (伊芙林)She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired.Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his way home;she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder path before the new red houses. One time there used to be a field there in which they used to play every evening with other people's children. Then a man from Belfast bought the field and built houses in it ——not like their little brown houses but bright brick houses with shining roofs. The children of the avenue used to play together in that field ——the Devines,the Waters,theDunns,little Keogh the cripple, she and her brothers and sisters. Ernest, however, never played: he was too grown up. Her father used often tohunt them in out of the field with his blackthorn stick; but usuallylittle Keogh used to keep nix and call out when he saw her father coming. Still they seemed to have been rather happy then. Her father was not so bad then; and besides,her mother was alive. That was a long time ago;she and her brothers and sisters were all grown up her mother was dead. Tizzie Dunn was dead,too,and the Waters had gone back to England. Everything changes. Now she was going to go away like the others,toleave her home.Home! She looked round the room, reviewing all its familiar objects which she had dusted once a week for so many years,wondering where on earth all the dust came from. Perhaps she would never see again those familiar objects from which she had never dreamed of being divided. Andyet during all those years she had never found out the name of thepriest whose yellowing photograph hung on the wall above the broken harmonium beside the coloured print of the promises made to Blessed Margaret Mary Alacoque. He had been a school friend of her father. Whenever he showed the photograph to a visitor her father used to passit with a casual word:“He is in Melbourne now.”She had consented to go away,to leave her home. Was that wise?She tried to weigh each side of the question. In her home anyway she had shelter and food;she had those whom she had known all her life about her. Of course she had to work hard,both in the house and at business. What would they say of her in the Stores when they found out that she had run away with a fellow? Say she was a fool,perhaps; and her place would be filled up by advertisement. Miss Gavan would be glad. She had always had an edge on her,especially whenever there were people listening.“Miss Hill, don't you see these ladies are waiting?”“Look lively, Miss Hill, please.”She would not cry many tears at leaving the Stores.But in her new home,in a distant unknown country,it would not belike that. Then she would be married —— she,Eveline. People wouldtreat her with respect then. She would not be treated as her mother had been. Even now,though she was over nineteen,she sometimes felt herselfin danger of her father's violence. She knew it was that that had givenher the palpitations. When they were growing up he had never gone for her like he used to go for Harry and Ernest,because she was a girlbut latterly he had begun to threaten her and say what he would do to her only for her dead mother's sake. And no she had nobody to protect her. Ernest was dead and Harry, who was in the church decorating business,was nearly always down somewhere in the country. Besides,the invariable squabble for money on Saturday nights had begun to weary her unspeakably. She always gave her entire wages ——seven shillings ——and Harry always sent up what he could but the trouble was to get any money from her father. He said she used to squander the money,that she had no head, that he wasn't going to give her his hard-earned money to throw about the streets, and much more, for he was usually fairly bad on Saturday night. In the end he would give her the money and ask her had she any intention of buying Sunday's dinner. Then she had to rush out as quickly as she could and do her marketing,holding her black leather purse tightly in her hand as she elbowed her way through the crowds and returning home late under her load of provisions. She had hard work to keep the house together and to see that the two young children who had been left to hr charge went to school regularly and got their meals regularly. It was hard work ——a hard life ——but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life.She was about to explore another life with Frank. Frank was very kind,manly, open-hearted. She was to go away with him by the night-boat to be his wife and to live with him in Buenos Ayres where he had a home waiting for her. How well she remembered the first time she had seen him;he was lodging in a house on the main road where she used to visit. It seemed a few weeks ago. He was standing at the gate, his peaked cappushed back on his head and his hair tumbled forward over a face of bronze. Then they had come to know each other. He used to meet her outside the Stores every evening and see her home. He took her to see The Bohemian Girl and she felt elated as she sat in an unaccustomed part of the theatre with him. He was awfully fond of music and sang a little. People knew that they were courting and,when he sang about the lass that loves a sailor,she always felt pleasantly confused. He used to call her Poppens out of fun. First of all it had been an excitement for her to have a fellow and then she had begun to like him. He had tales ofdistant countries. He had started as a deck boy at a pound a month on a ship of the Allan Line going out to Canada. He told her the names of the ships he had been on and the names of the different services. He had sailed through the Straits of Magellan and he told her stories of the terrible Patagonians. He had fallen on his feet in Buenos Ayres, he said,and had come over to the old country just for a holiday. Of course,her father had found out the affair and had forbidden her to have anything to say to him.“I know these sailor chaps,” he said.One day he had quarrelled with Frank and after that she had to meet her lover secretly.The evening deepened in the avenue. The white of two letters in her lap grew indistinct. One was to Harry;the other was to her father. Ernest had been her favourite but she liked Harry too. Her father was becoming old lately,she noticed; he would miss her. Sometimes he could be very nice. Not long before,when she hadbeen laid up for a day,he had read her out a ghost story and made toast for her at the fire. Another day,when their mother was alive,they had all gone for a picnic to the Hill of Howth. She remembered herfather putting on her mothers bonnet to make the children laugh.Her time was running out but she continued to sit by the window, leaning her head against the window curtain,inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne. Down far in the avenue she could hear a street organ playing. She knew the air Strange that it should come that very night to remindher of the promise to her mother, her promise to keep the home togetheras long as she could. She remembered the last night of her mother's illness;she was again in the close dark room at the other side of thehall and outside she heard a melancholy air of Italy. The organ-playerhad been ordered to go away and given sixpence. She remembered herfather strutting back into the sickroom saying:“Damned Italians! coming over here!”As she mused the pitiful vision of her mother's life laid its spell on the very quick of her being ——that life of commonplace sacrifices closing in final craziness. She trembled as she heard again her mother's voice saying constantly with foolish insistence:“Derevaun Seraun! Derevaun Seraun!”She stood up in a sudden impulse of terror. Escape! She must escape! Frank would save her. He would give her life, perhaps love,too. But she wanted to live. Why should she be unhappy? She had a right to happiness. Frank would take her in his arms,fold her in his arms. He would save her.She stood among the swaying crowd in the station at the North Wall. He held her hand and she knew that he was speaking to her, saying something about the passage over and over again. The station was full of soldiers with brown baggages. Through the wide doors of the sheds she caught a glimpse of the black mass of the boat, lying in beside the quay wall,with illumined portholes. She answered nothing. She felt her cheek pale and cold and,out of a maze of distress, she prayed to God to direct her,to show her what was her duty. The boat blew a long mournful whistle into the mist. If she went,tomorrow she would be on the sea withFrank,steaming towards Buenos Ayres. Their passage had been booked. Could she still draw back after all he had done for her?Her distress awoke a nausea in her body and she kept moving her lips in silentfervent prayer.A bell clanged upon her heart. She felt him seize her hand:“Come!”All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her. She gripped with both hands at the iron railing.“Come!”No! No! No! It was impossible. Her hands clutched the iron in frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish.“Eveline!Evvy!”He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.她坐在窗前看着黄昏涌上大街。

Directory 目录Introduction to Mid-Autumn Festival 中秋简介Mid-Autumn Legend 中秋传说一中秋简介Chinese lunar calendar in August in the middle of autumn, k nown as the "Mid-Autumn", and August 15 in the "mid-Autumn", so called Mid-Autumn.中国农历八月在秋季中间，称为“仲秋”，而八月十五又在“仲秋”之中，所以称中秋。

Mid-Autumn Festival is also known as "August Festival", "Augu st and a half", the Mid-Autumn Festival activities around th e "month", so we also called it the "Moon Festival.中秋节也叫“八月节”、“八月半”，中秋节的活动围绕“月”进行，所以大家还称它为“月节”。

The round moon symbolizes reunion. On the evening of the Mi d-Autumn Festival, families gather together to eat mooncakes, as well as other fresh and dried fruits.圆圆的月亮象征着团圆。

中秋晚上，家人聚在一起，热热闹闹地吃月饼，还有其他各种鲜果、干果。

Another program of the Mid-Autumn Festival is to listen to the story of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon under the bright moonlight.中秋节还有一个节目，那就是在明亮的月光下，听中秋和月亮的故事。

宴会隆重的英文自我介绍简短English:Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am honored and grateful to be here tonight at this grand and splendid banquet. My name is [Your Name] and I am delighted to have the opportunity to introduce myself to all of you. I am a [Your Profession] and have been in the industry for [Number of Years], where I have gained valuable experience and skills. I have had the privilege of working with some of the best in the field and have had the opportunity to contribute to various successful projects. I am looking forward to meeting and networking with all of you this evening and hope to have engaging and fruitful conversations. Thank you for having me here tonight and I hope we all have a wonderful and memorable evening.中文翻译:各位女士们，先生们，晚上好，我感到非常荣幸和感激能在今晚这场盛大而隆重的宴会上出席。

我的名字是[您的姓名]，我很高兴有机会向大家介绍自己。

Eveline (伊芙林)She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired.Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his way home;she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder path before the new red houses. One time there used to be a field there in which they used to play every evening with other people's children. Then a man from Belfast bought the field and built houses in it ——not like their little brown houses but bright brick houses with shining roofs. The children of the avenue used to play together in that field ——the Devines,the Waters,theDunns,little Keogh the cripple, she and her brothers and sisters. Ernest, however, never played: he was too grown up. Her father used often tohunt them in out of the field with his blackthorn stick; but usuallylittle Keogh used to keep nix and call out when he saw her father coming. Still they seemed to have been rather happy then. Her father was not so bad then; and besides,her mother was alive. That was a long time ago;she and her brothers and sisters were all grown up her mother was dead. Tizzie Dunn was dead,too,and the Waters had gone back to England. Everything changes. Now she was going to go away like the others,toleave her home.Home! She looked round the room, reviewing all its familiar objects which she had dusted once a week for so many years,wondering where on earth all the dust came from. Perhaps she would never see again those familiar objects from which she had never dreamed of being divided. Andyet during all those years she had never found out the name of thepriest whose yellowing photograph hung on the wall above the broken harmonium beside the coloured print of the promises made to Blessed Margaret Mary Alacoque. He had been a school friend of her father. Whenever he showed the photograph to a visitor her father used to passit with a casual word:“He is in Melbourne now.”She had consented to go away,to leave her home. Was that wise?She tried to weigh each side of the question. In her home anyway she had shelter and food;she had those whom she had known all her life about her. Of course she had to work hard,both in the house and at business. What would they say of her in the Stores when they found out that she had run away with a fellow? Say she was a fool,perhaps; and her place would be filled up by advertisement. Miss Gavan would be glad. She had always had an edge on her,especially whenever there were people listening.“Miss Hill, don't you see these ladies are waiting?”“Look lively, Miss Hill, please.”She would not cry many tears at leaving the Stores.But in her new home,in a distant unknown country,it would not belike that. Then she would be married —— she,Eveline. People wouldtreat her with respect then. She would not be treated as her mother had been. Even now,though she was over nineteen,she sometimes felt herselfin danger of her father's violence. She knew it was that that had givenher the palpitations. When they were growing up he had never gone for her like he used to go for Harry and Ernest,because she was a girlbut latterly he had begun to threaten her and say what he would do to her only for her dead mother's sake. And no she had nobody to protect her. Ernest was dead and Harry, who was in the church decorating business,was nearly always down somewhere in the country. Besides,the invariable squabble for money on Saturday nights had begun to weary her unspeakably. She always gave her entire wages ——seven shillings ——and Harry always sent up what he could but the trouble was to get any money from her father. He said she used to squander the money,that she had no head, that he wasn't going to give her his hard-earned money to throw about the streets, and much more, for he was usually fairly bad on Saturday night. In the end he would give her the money and ask her had she any intention of buying Sunday's dinner. Then she had to rush out as quickly as she could and do her marketing,holding her black leather purse tightly in her hand as she elbowed her way through the crowds and returning home late under her load of provisions. She had hard work to keep the house together and to see that the two young children who had been left to hr charge went to school regularly and got their meals regularly. It was hard work ——a hard life ——but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life.She was about to explore another life with Frank. Frank was very kind,manly, open-hearted. She was to go away with him by the night-boat to be his wife and to live with him in Buenos Ayres where he had a home waiting for her. How well she remembered the first time she had seen him;he was lodging in a house on the main road where she used to visit. It seemed a few weeks ago. He was standing at the gate, his peaked cappushed back on his head and his hair tumbled forward over a face of bronze. Then they had come to know each other. He used to meet her outside the Stores every evening and see her home. He took her to see The Bohemian Girl and she felt elated as she sat in an unaccustomed part of the theatre with him. He was awfully fond of music and sang a little. People knew that they were courting and,when he sang about the lass that loves a sailor,she always felt pleasantly confused. He used to call her Poppens out of fun. First of all it had been an excitement for her to have a fellow and then she had begun to like him. He had tales ofdistant countries. He had started as a deck boy at a pound a month on a ship of the Allan Line going out to Canada. He told her the names of the ships he had been on and the names of the different services. He had sailed through the Straits of Magellan and he told her stories of the terrible Patagonians. He had fallen on his feet in Buenos Ayres, he said,and had come over to the old country just for a holiday. Of course,her father had found out the affair and had forbidden her to have anything to say to him.“I know these sailor chaps,” he said.One day he had quarrelled with Frank and after that she had to meet her lover secretly.The evening deepened in the avenue. The white of two letters in her lap grew indistinct. One was to Harry;the other was to her father. Ernest had been her favourite but she liked Harry too. Her father was becoming old lately,she noticed; he would miss her. Sometimes he could be very nice. Not long before,when she hadbeen laid up for a day,he had read her out a ghost story and made toast for her at the fire. Another day,when their mother was alive,they had all gone for a picnic to the Hill of Howth. She remembered herfather putting on her mothers bonnet to make the children laugh.Her time was running out but she continued to sit by the window, leaning her head against the window curtain,inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne. Down far in the avenue she could hear a street organ playing. She knew the air Strange that it should come that very night to remindher of the promise to her mother, her promise to keep the home togetheras long as she could. She remembered the last night of her mother's illness;she was again in the close dark room at the other side of thehall and outside she heard a melancholy air of Italy. The organ-playerhad been ordered to go away and given sixpence. She remembered herfather strutting back into the sickroom saying:“Damned Italians! coming over here!”As she mused the pitiful vision of her mother's life laid its spell on the very quick of her being ——that life of commonplace sacrifices closing in final craziness. She trembled as she heard again her mother's voice saying constantly with foolish insistence:“Derevaun Seraun! Derevaun Seraun!”She stood up in a sudden impulse of terror. Escape! She must escape! Frank would save her. He would give her life, perhaps love,too. But she wanted to live. Why should she be unhappy? She had a right to happiness. Frank would take her in his arms,fold her in his arms. He would save her.She stood among the swaying crowd in the station at the North Wall. He held her hand and she knew that he was speaking to her, saying something about the passage over and over again. The station was full of soldiers with brown baggages. Through the wide doors of the sheds she caught a glimpse of the black mass of the boat, lying in beside the quay wall,with illumined portholes. She answered nothing. She felt her cheek pale and cold and,out of a maze of distress, she prayed to God to direct her,to show her what was her duty. The boat blew a long mournful whistle into the mist. If she went,tomorrow she would be on the sea withFrank,steaming towards Buenos Ayres. Their passage had been booked. Could she still draw back after all he had done for her?Her distress awoke a nausea in her body and she kept moving her lips in silentfervent prayer.A bell clanged upon her heart. She felt him seize her hand:“Come!”All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her. She gripped with both hands at the iron railing.“Come!”No! No! No! It was impossible. Her hands clutched the iron in frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish.“Eveline!Evvy!”He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.她坐在窗前看着黄昏涌上大街。

假期计划安排表的英语版English Version:Holiday ScheduleMonday, January 1st - New Year's Day- Morning: Sleep in and relax- Afternoon: Visit family and friends- Evening: Watch a movie at homeTuesday, January 2nd- Morning: Go for a hike- Afternoon: Visit the local museum- Evening: Cook a special dinnerWednesday, January 3rd- Morning: Read a book- Afternoon: Attend a workshop on personal finance- Evening: Go to a concertThursday, January 4th- Morning: Exercise at the gym- Afternoon: V olunteer at a local charity- Evening: Movie night with friendsFriday, January 5th- Morning: Explore a new city- Afternoon: Try a new hobby (e.g., painting, photography) - Evening: Game night with familySaturday, January 6th- Morning: Visit a theme park- Afternoon: Relax at a spa- Evening: Attend a community eventSunday, January 7th- Morning: Go for a bike ride- Afternoon: Prepare for the upcoming work week - Evening: Early night to rest中文翻译：假期安排表1月1日，星期一- 元旦- 上午：睡个懒觉，放松一下- 下午：拜访家人和朋友- 晚上：在家看电影1月2日，星期二- 上午：去远足- 下午：参观当地博物馆- 晚上：做一顿特别的晚餐1月3日，星期三- 上午：读一本书- 下午：参加一个关于个人理财的工作坊- 晚上：去听音乐会1月4日，星期四- 上午：在健身房锻炼- 下午：在当地慈善机构做志愿者- 晚上：和朋友一起看电影1月5日，星期五- 上午：探索一个新城市- 下午：尝试一个新爱好（例如，绘画，摄影）- 晚上：和家人一起玩桌游1月6日，星期六- 上午：参观主题公园- 下午：在水疗中心放松- 晚上：参加社区活动1月7日，星期日- 上午：骑自行车- 下午：为即将到来的工作周做准备- 晚上：早点休息。

人教新版英语六年级上册Unit TwoI usually go to school by bus. 我通常坐公交车去上学。

Lesson 7Gao Wei: What are you doing, Li YanLi Yan: I’m reading an e-mail from Lucy. She’s my new friend.Gao Wei: Can I read itLi Yan: Sure.Hi Li Yan,My name is Lucy. I’m from New Zealand. I’m twelve. Let me tell you something about my daily life.I get up at seven every morning. I go to school at twenty past eight. School begins at nine. I have classes from 9:00 to 11:30. I bring a lunch box to school.School ends at three. I get home at about half past three. Then I do my homework.I have dinner at about seven. After dinner, I watch TV. I go to bed at 9:00.How about you Please e-mail me back.Best wishes,Lucy高伟：李燕，你在干什么李燕：我正在看露西写给我的邮件。

她是我的新朋友。

高伟：我能看吗李燕：当然！嗨，李燕：我叫露西。

我来自新西兰。

我十二岁。

让我告诉你一些有关我的日常生活的事情吧。

我每天早晨起点起床。

我八点二十去上学。

学校九点上课。

我从九点到十一点半上课。

我带午餐盒去学校。