[大学英语日记100字12篇]大学英语日记随笔

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　　导语：Everyone had a good laugh， and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments。下面是随笔网小编整理的《大学英语日记随笔》，欢迎阅读。

　　大学英语日记随笔【第一篇】：A Goodbye Kiss

　　The Board Meeting had come to an end。 Bob starred to stand up and jostled the table， spilling his coffee over his notes。 "How embarrassing。 I am getting so clumsy in my old age。"

　　Everyone had a good laugh， and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments。 It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others。 Someone said，" Come on， Frank。 Tell us your most embarrassing moment。"

　　Frank began，" I grew up in San Pedro。 My Dad was a fisherman， and he loved the sea。 He had his own boat， but it was hard making a living on the sea。 He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed he family。 Not just enough for our family， but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still and home。" He looked at us and said，" I wish you could have met my Dad。 He was a big man， and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch。 When you got close to him， he smelled the ocean。"

　　Frank"s voice dropped a bit。" When the weather was bad he would drive me to school。 He would pull right up in front， and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching。 Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy。 It was so embarrassing for me。 Here I was twelve years old， and my Dad would lean over and kiss me good-bye！"

　　He paused and then went on，" I remember the day I thought I was too old for a good-bye kiss。 When we got the school and came to a stop， he had his usual big smile。 He started to lean toward me， but I put my hand up and said，" No， Dad。" It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way， and he had this surprised looked on his face。

　　I said，" Dad， I"m too old for a good-bye kiss。 I"m too old for any kind of kiss。" My Dad looked at me for the longest tine， and his eyes started to tear up。 I had never seen him cry。 He turned and looked our the windshield。" You"re right，" he said。" You are a big boy…… a man。 I won"t kiss you anymore。""

　　For the moment， Frank got a funny look on his face， and the tears began to well up in his eyes。 "It wasn"t long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back。"

　　I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks。 Frank spoke again。" Guys， you don"t know what I woud give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek…… to feel his rough old face…… to smell the ocean on him…… to feel his arm around my neck。 I wish I had been a man then。 If I had been a man， I would been a man， I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a good-bye kiss。"

　　大学英语日记随笔【第二篇】：Companionship of Books

　　A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps； for there is a companionship of books as well as of men； and one should always live in the best company， whether it be of books or of men。

　　A good book may be among the best of friends。 It is the same today that it always was， and it will never change。 It is the most patient and cheerful of companions。 It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress。 It always receives us with the same kindness； amusing and instructing us in youth， and comforting and consoling us in age。

　　Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third。 There is an old proverb， ‘Love me， love my dog。” But there is more wisdom in this：” Love me， love my book。” The book is a truer and higher bond of union。 Men can think， feel， and sympathize with each other through their favorite author。 They live in him together， and he in them。

　　A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out； for the world of a man’s life is， for the most part， but the world of his thoughts。 Thus the best books are treasuries of good words， the golden thoughts， which， remembered and cherished， become our constant companions and comforters。

　　Books possess an essence of immortality。 They are by far the most lasting products of human effort。 Temples and statues decay， but books survive。 Time is of no account with great thoughts， which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds， ages ago。 What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page。 The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products； for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good。

　　Books introduce us into the best society； they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived。 We hear what they said and did； we see the as if they were really alive； we sympathize with them， enjoy with them， grieve with them； their experience becomes ours， and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe。

　　The great and good do not die， even in this world。 Embalmed in books， their spirits walk abroad。 The book is a living voice。 It is an intellect to which on still listens。

　　大学英语日记随笔【第三篇】：I will Persist，I will Win。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner。 Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance。 The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade。 Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner。 If I persist， if I continue to try， if I continue to charge forward， I will succeed。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　I was not delivered unto this world in defeat， nor does failure course in my veins。 I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd。 I am a lion and I refuse to talk， to walk， to sleep with the sheep。 I will hear not those who weep and complain， for their disease is contagious。 Let them join the sheep。 The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　The prizes of life are at the end of each journey， not near the beginning； and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal。 Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step， yet success hides behind the next bend in the road。 Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner。

　　Always will I take another step。 If that is of no avail I will take another， and yet another。 In truth， one step at a time is not too difficult。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　Henceforth， I will consider each day"s effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak。 The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood， nor the second， nor the third。 Each blow， of itself， may be trifling， and seem of no consequence。 Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble。 So it will be with my efforts of today。

　　I will be liken to the raindrop which washes away the mountain； the ant who devours a tiger； the star which brightens the earth； the slave who builds a pyramid。 I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts， repeated， will complete any undertaking。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and phrases as quit， cannot， unable， impossible， out of the question， improbable， failure， unworkable， hopeless， and retreat； for they are the words of fools。 I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should infect me then I will work on in despair。 I will toil and I will endure。 I will ignore the obstacles at my feet and keep mine eyes on the goals above my head， for I know that where dry desert ends， green grass grows。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good。 I will persist with knowledge that each failure to sell will increase my chance for success at the next attempt。 Each nay I hear will bring me closer to the sound of yea。 Each frown I meet only prepares me for the smile to come。 Each misfortune I encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow"s good luck。 I must have the night to appreciate the day。 I must fail often to succeed only once。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　I will try， and try， and try again。 Each obstacle I will consider as a mere detour to my goal and a challenge to my profession。 I will persist and develop my skills as the mariner develops his， by learning to ride out the wrath of each storm。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　Henceforth， I will learn and apply another secret of those who excel in my work。 When each day is ended， not regarding whether it has been a success or a failure， I will attempt to achieve one more sale。 When my thoughts beckon my tired body homeward I will resist the temptation to depart。 I will try again。 I will make one more attempt to close with victory， and if that fails I will make another。 Never will I allow any day to end with a failure。 Thus will I plant the seed of tomorrow"s success and gain an insurmountable advantage over those who cease their labor at a prescribed time。 When others cease their struggle， the mine will begin， and my harvest will be full。

　　I will persist until I succeed。

　　Nor will I allow yesterday"s success to lull me into today"s complacency， for this is the great foundation of failure。 I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone， whether they were good or bad， and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be the best day of my life。

　　So long as there is breath in me， that long will I persist。 For now I know one of the greatest principles of success； if I persist long enough I will win。

　　I will persist。 I will win。

　　大学英语日记随笔【第四篇】：My Day

　　Today is Monday，I get up at 6：30。Then，I take a shower and brush my teeth。Then I eat breakfast at 7：00。 After breakfast I go to school at 7：30。

　　In the morning， I have many subject。 they are English，math，and two Chinese。Then is　eat lunch time，today I eat some bread。 In the afternoon I have four class，too。 They are computer，P。E。，biology and　music。

　　After school I do my homework。 then I　eat dinner at 6：30。　After dinner I read my book 。 Then I go to bed on 9：00。 This is my day。 Please tell me with your day。

　　大学英语日记随笔【第五篇】：My Father

　　My father was a self-taught mandolin player。 He was one of the best string instrument players in our town。 He could not read music， but if he heard a tune a few times， he could play it。 When he was younger， he was a member of a small country music band。 They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station。 He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer。 He told the family that after he was hired he never went back。 Dad was a very religious man。 He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment。

　　Occasionally， Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family。 We three children： Trisha， Monte and I， George Jr。， would often sing along。 Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz， Harbor Lights and around Christmas time， the well-known rendition of Silver Bells。 "Silver Bells， Silver Bells， its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house。 One of Dad"s favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross"。 We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young， and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing。 Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series： Davey Crockett。 Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it。 "Davey， Davey Crockett， King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family。 He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over。 I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times。 I loved to sing， but I never learned how to play the mandolin。 This is something I regret to this day。

　　Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing， and hearing him play。 He was like that。 If he could give pleasure to others， he would， especially his family。 He was always there， sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life。 I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed。

　　I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962。 Whenever I would come home on leave， I would ask Dad to play the mandolin。 Nobody played the mandolin like my father。 He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin。 He seemed to shine when he was playing。 You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family。

　　When Dad was younger， he worked for his father on the farm。 His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property。 In 1950， our family moved from the farm。 Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry。 When the quarry closed in August of 1957， he had to seek other employment。 He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk， Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks， Maryland。 While working at Todd Steel， he was involved in an accident。 His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job。 On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel。 The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it， and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated。 He didn"t lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything， but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin。

　　After the accident， Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin。 He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident。 When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn"t play。 Eventually， we would wear him down and he would say "Okay， but remember， I can"t hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can"t play as good"。 For the family it didn"t make any difference that Dad couldn"t play as well。 We were just glad that he would play。 When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful， happier time in our lives。 "Davey， Davey Crockett， King of the Wild Frontier"， would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton， West Virginia。

　　In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer。 He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity。 About a week before his death， we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us。 He made excuses but said "okay"。 He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us。 He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes。 When I looked around， there was not a dry eye in the family。 We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God， and living with him in one"s life。 Dad would never play the mandolin for us again。 We felt at the time that he wouldn"t have enough strength to play， and that makes the memory of that day even stronger。 Dad was doing something he had done all his life， giving。 As sick as he was， he was still pleasing others。 Dad sure could play that Mandolin！

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