日记是指每天记事的本子或每天所遇到的和所做的事情的记录。英语日记和平常的日记区别不大;只是用英语的形式来表达而已，可以抒发心情也可以提高英语写作水平。欢迎阅读!
我喜欢冬天
I like winter best. Though it is very cold, it is good for skating. I often go skating on Sundays with my father. When it snows, everything turns white. Trees and houses are covered with thick snow. How beautiful the world looks! My friends and I like to make snowmen. Sometimes we make snowballs and throw them at each other. That's a very interesting game. I like winter holiday very much because the Spring Festival is the happiest time of the year.
我最喜欢冬天。虽然很冷，但很适合滑冰。我经常在星期天和我父亲一起去滑冰。下雪的时候，一切都变白了。树木和房屋都覆盖着厚厚的积雪。世界看起来多么美丽!我喜欢和我的朋友一起堆雪人。有时我们做雪球扔向对方。这是一个非常有趣的游戏。我非常喜欢寒假，因为春节是一年中最快乐的时光。
it is a special day today. my mother sent one hundred basket of red bayberries. i like to eat red bayberries. it tastes nice. when they arrived in shanghai， they were still fresh. but most of them would be sent to my mother‘s business friends. i chose the best basket of red bayberries to eat. i put the rest in my refrigerator. red bayberry is my hometown’s special product. it is well-known in china. many people like to eat it.
今天是个特殊的日子。我妈妈送了一百蓝红杨梅。我喜欢吃红色杨梅。它的味道很好。当它们抵达上海，他们仍记忆犹新。但它们中的大多数将被发送到我母亲的商界朋友。我选择了最好的那蓝红杨梅吃。我把它们放到我的冰箱。杨梅是我家乡的特产。这是在中国很出名。许多人喜欢吃它。
堆雪人
Two days ago, a heavy snow came. And now, the snow stopped and it’s time for fun. This morning, I go to outside door and make snowman with my friends. We prepare some tools and then we start. We did it many times before, so it’s easy. We pull snow together and shape it. Last, we make a face for it, eyes, nose, ears and mouth. It’s very funny and we are happy.
前两天，一场大雪来了。现在，雪停了，是玩的时候了它。今天早上，我走出门外，和我的朋友一起堆雪人。我们准备了一些工具，然后我们就开始了。我们以前做过很多次了，所以很容易。我们把雪弄在一起和做成形状。最后，我们做出了一个脸，眼睛，鼻子，耳朵和嘴。这是非常有趣的，我们是快乐的。
第一场雪
The first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of the living, on the graves of the dead! All white save the river, that marked its course by a winding black line across the landscape; and the leafless trees, that against the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacies of their branches. What silence, too, came with the snow, and what seclusion! Every sound was muffled, every noise changed to something soft and musical. No more tramping hoofs, no more rattling wheels! Only the chiming of the sleigh-bells, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of children.
第一场雪来了。它是多么美丽啊，静静的日夜下着，在山间，在草地，在屋顶上的生活，在死者的坟墓上!所有白色的雪拯救了河流，一道曲曲弯弯的黑线在那整个画面上划出了记号，叶儿落光的树木的枝杈映衬着铅灰色天空显得更加的美丽和错综复杂。多么的安静啊，伴随着雪，还是多么的隐秘啊!一切声响都趋于沉寂，一切噪音都变得柔和悦耳了。没有步行声，没有响的咔哒咔哒的轮子声!只有雪橇铃铛的响声,敲打着犹如孩子们欢快的心。
冬天的美丽的夜晚
I seem to recall best a journey we made by tram one winter night.
We were going to visit my Granny at Westoe, and I was very excited, because an evening excursion was something quite unheard of for me. It had been raining; the gas lamps lit the gleaming pavements and cobbles with a doubled radiance. The shaking tram wires were sending down showers of white raindrops. Everything in the ram seemed fresh and glittering. The breezy windows sparkled with long zigzags of rain and the passing street lamp flared gorgeously through the panels of blue and yellow and ruby glass. Outside, it was cold and windy, and we could feel the gale buffeting against the side of the tram, making it sway and lurch ore than usual, and throwing the passengers of song, and the fresh, clean, cold sea-wind was blowing right through the upper deck. Above, a high half-moon seemed to be skidding along on its back through piles of black, white-lined rags. It was a wild night, with a sense of magic in the offing. The people in the tram did not like ordinary mortals; a kind of exhilarating gaiety had seized them,anditseseememed to lighten their bodies and illuminate their faces. At times I was sure we were really flying.
我似乎很清楚记得在一个冬天的夜晚乘电缆车去旅程的事。
我们是去参观在韦斯图我的奶奶，我很兴奋，因为一个晚上游览是我闻所未闻的。一直下雨;煤气灯亮闪闪发亮的鹅卵石路面，加倍光彩。电缆车振动下发白色雨滴阵雨。在RAM中的一切似乎新鲜和闪闪发光的。凉风习习的窗户，通过蓝色和黄色和红玻璃面板的雨水，通过路灯爆发华丽的漫长曲折闪闪发光。外面，天很冷，风，我们可以感觉到风抖振对有轨电车的一侧，使它摆动和倾斜矿比平常，并把乘客的歌曲，和新鲜的，干净的，寒冷的海风吹到上层甲板。以上，高半个月亮似乎打滑沿背上成堆的黑色，白色衬里的衣服。这是一个疯狂的夜晚，在海面上的魔法。在有轨电车的人并没有像普通人一样;一种令人振奋的欢乐已经抓住他们，减轻他们的身体和照亮他们的脸。有时，我确信我们是真正的飞行。