篇一 : 新年决定
The new year is coming, so I have some resolution in the new year. First, in the new year, study hard. Then, eat more vegetables to keep healthy. Then, do more exercise. If I had more time, I will try to learn a new language. Finally, I should be happy every day.This is my new year's resolution, I believe I can do it!
篇二 : 新年决定
new year resolution
hoping to excite student interest in our reading center, i asked each teacher to write a new year's resolution on a special form and send it to me. after i posted the resolutions on the bulletin board in the reading center, one young teacher stopped by, looked at them for a few minutes, then left abruptly. passing two teachers on their way in, she stormed, "my resolution isn't posted - and mine was one of the first ones in!" i couldn't help but overhear, and the tone of her voice sent me flying to my desk in rearch of a misplaced resolution. looking rapidly through stacks of papers, i uncovered hers. it read, "i resolve not to let little things upset me. "
篇三 : 新年决定
As the saying goes,”A year's plan starts with spring, an hour in the morning is worth two in the evening” .so I make up my mine to make a plan for this whole year.First of all, I have to try my best to learn maths well.It means I have to pass all the maths exam, which is difficult for me.however, in order to take a good place in the senior high school entrance examination, I have to make my plan and achieve it.And then I have to keep the level of my Chinese where it is now.I hope I get go to an excellent high school in September.After the senior high school entrance examination, I will go out for a travel to open my mind and relax.I will try my best to do everything well.
been in lots of diners, and they've always seemed to be warm, busy, friendly, happy places. That's why, on a recent Monday night, I stopped in a diner for a cup of coffee. I was returning home after an all day car trip and needed something to help me make the last forty-five miles. A diner at midnight,however,was not the place I had expected. It was diffhrent, and lonely. My Toyota pulled to a halt in front of the dreary gray aluminum building that looked like an old railroad car. A half-lit neon sign sputtered the message, "Fresh baked goods daily," on the surface of the rain-slick parking lot. Only a half dozen cars and a battered pickup were scattered around the lot. An empty paper coffee cup made a hollow scraping sound as it rolled in small circles on one cement step close to the diner entrance. I pulled hard at the balky glass door, and it hanged shut behind me. The diner was quiet when I entered. As there was no hostess on duty, only the faint odor of stale grease and the dull hum of an empty refrigerated pastry case greeted me. I looked around for a place to sit. The outside walls were lined with empty booths which squatted back to back in their orange vinyl upholstery. On each speckled beige-and-gold table were the usual accessories. The kitchen hid mysteriously behind two swinging metal doors with round windows. I glanced through these windows but could see only a part to the large, apparently deserted cooking area. Facing the kitchen doors was the counter. I approached the length of Formica and slid onto one of the cracked vinyl in soldier like straight lines in front of it.