外研社国才杯作文范文(优选3篇)

外研社国才杯作文范文 第1篇

谢文娟 电子科技大学（指导教师：俞博）

2019“外研社·国才杯”全国英语写作大赛亚军

很多同学在撰写议论文时习惯套用模板，认为能体现写作水平，但难免会减损作文的新意。所以在撰写本文时，我避免套用一般的模板句型，采取更为灵活的写法：用词注意准确，让词汇为观点表达服务；描述观点时力求明确，主题句表述清晰，辅以适当的修辞进行渲染，这样一篇合格的议论文也就基本成型了。

外研社国才杯作文范文 第2篇

方云军 四川大学

2019“外研社·国才杯”全国英语写作大赛冠军指导教师

2018“外研社·国才杯”全国英语写作大赛季军指导教师

这篇文章整体论点鲜明，行文流畅，论证过程逻辑思路清晰，结构层次分明，让人印象深刻，不失为一篇优秀作文。

文章也有一些不足之处：

3. 语言方面：有些复杂或高级词汇的使用显得生硬，个别长句可稍加精简。

外研社国才杯作文范文 第3篇

A Letter from an Unknown Child

Dear Mom,

I have encountered the poem A Traveler's Song again in my class in the strange land where I feel lonely, and I cannot help writing something for you, Mom, even though we have been separated since long and I have to travel so much that I never actually speak to you. Now I'm writing to you to tell my story about your absence.

True, life was hard without you. When I travelled in this world at the age of ten, I was always bullied by others who enjoyed the jocund company of their mothers. They laughed at me, teasing me as a _pathetic pity_, as some primitive creature with no family teaching. I tried to fight back, wrestling with the boys and pulling other girls' hair, which augmented the hatred between us. Other less malicious children would shun from my presence. Things became more tricky when I entered puberty, as a growing girl lacking common sense. I was too timid to ask Dad about the changes in my body, to whose answer I had to secretly search on the Internet for. How unfair! I'm nothing less than the others. The point is just that I travel away from you while others stay with your counterparts.

I did hate you, sometimes, but always I did not. I asked Dad where you stayed, and he answered, with a hushed sob that you were travelling all around the world. That was when I burnt your photos furiously and then buried the ashes in the ground, for I thought you were such an irresponsible mother to travel all the way with no caring for your own child. Yet I came to understand, gradually, that it was my dad and I who travelled constantly and even willingly, that you were always there, waiting to hold me and caress my face in reunion.

I understand this because I found the gifts that you had made for me: a hill of handmade sweaters which are meticulously designed and crafted at every corner, dazzling and rejoicing like a garden of unfurling flowers in spring; a mountain of toys for both girls and boys ( which I understand fully because you knew not my gender ); a box of letters that you composed for me, full of words like _dear_ and _baby_ and _my angel_. Then I finally learned to love you. I learned to write, and the very first writing was about you; I tried to paint, and I without hesitation drew down my image of you. I returned to where I had buried your photos and dug out the ashes and turned the pitch black clay into a shimmering statue of you. Father loves you as well, by the way, keeping your slippers beside his bed and renewing your transportation pass every month. Only if we could cease to travel and go back to you!

However, I know I must keep traveling, because this is your wish for me, but your wish will never stop me from blaming myself. I have discovered the secret, to tell you the truth. Don't tell Dad, for I'm aware of how hard he has been trying to seal this. I overheard the reason why you were left alone and unable to travel with us when Dad was talking to my grandmother with every line on his face suffused with severe sorrow, that you had to leave because of me, that you left when I came to this world and embarked on my journey. But...but...how could you be so hard like a stone! To make me love you and let me blame myself! How could you let me kill you! I was paralyzed with an unnamed fit at that time and I rushed back to my own room, feeling something cold and sad streaking down my face.

I remember that night when leaves fell without wind, and I wished to barter my life for yours in vain. I remember in the dream that you tapped on my head like a ghost and sighed, with which I soon recovered and braved my lonely journey.

Now I have decided to live, not only for me, but for you. I still wear the sweaters you made, and I answer the letters you wrote, feeling your being perching on the bough of my soul. I shed tears, really, when I read the poem again. I know I must return late from my travel which is a life-long one, but I assure you that I will never forget you and never stop feeling grateful.

What a pity that you may not know my name, but I will always love you.

Yours.

（为真实展示选手赛场上的写作风貌，文章为从iTEST 大学外语测试与训练系统中摘出的原生作品，仅供学习分享使用。）

田朝霞教授 南京师范大学

2019“外研社·国才杯”全国英语写作大赛评委

文学博士，剑桥大学、伦敦大学学院、墨尔本文法学校访问学者。南京师范大学“教学十佳”及“教书育人”奖获得者。