關(guān)于英雄英語(yǔ)作文300字四篇

　　在學(xué)習(xí)、工作、生活中，大家都不可避免地要接觸到作文吧，借助作文人們可以反映客觀事物、表達(dá)思想感情、傳遞知識(shí)信息。那么一般作文是怎么寫(xiě)的.呢？下面是小編收集整理的英雄英語(yǔ)作文300字4篇，希望能夠幫助到大家。

英雄英語(yǔ)作文300字 篇1

　　Ladies and gentlemen:

　　We are glad to have such a good chance to visit Hong Kong with our hero Yang Uwei. And I＇ll take this opportunity to introduce Yang Liwei to all. Mr Yang was born in Suizhong, Liaoning Province. Mr Yang has a happy family, he and his wife with his 8-year-old son. He used to be an excellent pilot with an experience of 1350 hour s flight. Many years ago he had a dream, that is to step on the moon. We are sure that his dream will come true. Yang Liwei is the first astronaut who flew in space in China. We are proud of him!

　　That s all. Thank you!

英雄英語(yǔ)作文300字 篇2

　　Everyone's heart have a hero,maybe a person who save the people,maybe a animal who have got good spirit. So far,I can't forget a person who helped plenty of people.His name is Leifeng.I think he was a good person I can't understand why he was so friendly,but I really know,he was a hero in my heart.I looked up upon him.and I will do all things I can do,I want to be the 2nd Leifeng.

英雄英語(yǔ)作文300字 篇3

　　Everyone has a hero, and the hero in my heart is Qian Xuesen, one of the most famous scientists in China.

　　He was the man who gave his whole life to his motherland- China. When he was young, he studied in many famous universities in the world, being very hard-working, Then he won many prizes and had many famous inventions.Now,he is the person who make our country stronger and develop faster. And everyone in China will not forget him.

　　He knew wherever he was, he was a Chinese. I learned a lot from him. So I won’t forget him and he is the hero in my mind

英雄英語(yǔ)作文300字 篇4

　　My hero she is, and she loves me, as all other mothers would their children. I remember the time when I was struck on my bed by severe illness, and she used to pick up the coursework for me, journeying from her workplace to school, from school to home. My tears nearly ran out of control when I saw bruises on her knees. She got thoses bruises when retrieving my homework. I feel regret for having said nothing to her; an adolescent sense of rebellion kept me silent. Perhaps to others my mother is merely an ordinary hairdresser and stylist, but she is of the most beautiful and elegent style in my mind.