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便条的范文200字(共7篇)

便条的范文200字第1篇Note(便条)May 15thDear Alice.I wonder if you eould lend me your Chinese-English dictionary. I will return it three days later. Now I am translating a...

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便条的范文200字第1篇

Note(便条)

May 15th

Dear Alice.

I wonder if you eould lend me your Chinese-English dictionary. I will return it three days later. Now I am translating an important Chinese article into English. However, I often meet some Chinese words which I don't know how to say in English. So I have to turn to the Chinese-English dietionary for help from time to time. But mine is lost. I will take good care of your dictionary. I will definitely not damage it. Thank you very much!

Jenny

亲爱的'艾丽丝：

我想知道你能否把你的汉英词典借给我，三天后还给你。现在我正在把一篇重要的中文文章翻译成英文。然而我经常遇到一些不知如何用英语表达的词，所以我必须时不时地求助于汉英词典，但是我的丢了。我会好好爱护你的词典，绝不损坏。非常感谢!

5月15日

May 15th

Dear Alice,

Would you please lend

便条的范文200字第2篇

今天我们在青少年活动中心学工，我们在上按正常时间上学，八点四十分上大巴出发了!

上大巴之前，我们有六个同学出列，不跟我们班坐一辆大巴，而是跟我们的英语老师

俞老师一起坐。到了那里后，因我们班还没来，我们跟着俞老师进入了青少年活动中心里面。9班来了，11班来了，10班来了，7班来了，就是没看到我们班的踪影，六个人进入了第一个教室，"急救自救"。那个里面有许多的工具：人体"模特"，手，一只是被烫伤的，一只是被烧伤的，看起来非常可怕。

我们班终于来了，六个人一早就在急救自救的教室里了。排好座位，吵吵闹闹的，开始了课程。第一个内容是知识竞赛，分成六个组，开始竞赛了。发生洪水事故了可以采用什么样的措施?这题就由我们来回答：要爬到高处，如，树上，屋顶上……心脏复苏看起来虽然很难但是做起来很简单：十指相扣，双臂垂直，向下按压5厘米左右，每按三十次，人工呼吸做两次。接下来最后一个任务是，包扎伤口。如果是被蛇咬的话，就要从离心脏近的手臂开始包扎，直到离手只差十公分的地方。

真人cs，这才叫真正的爽。一共分三局，第一局是蓝队防守，红队攻，我呢，当然是红队的呀!但是万万没想到，我们队居然输了，好可惜啊!第二局我们红队防守，他们蓝队攻，结果还是蓝队赢。最后一局，我们终于胜利了，辛苦的胜利啊!

这次学工好好玩啊，我还得到了一张达人卡了呢!

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-月是开学的第一个月,在这一个月里,我班的各项工作在园领导的指导和班上三老师的密切配合下,基本上都能按部就班的如期开展。班上的7位宝宝除了有时有个别因为生病有请几天假外,其余幼儿都能积极来园,并开心的参与各项活动。

一、教育教学方面

因我班幼儿年龄较小,对人对事还没有形成一定的定律,做什么事都是随心所欲,不受约束。因此我班将9月份的工作重点放在了对幼儿的一日常规培养上。通过《找朋友》《我是好孩子》等游戏活动,让幼儿认识了自己的毛巾、杯子、椅子;游戏《请你跟我这样做》等则初步培养了幼儿听指令活动的习惯;儿歌《好朋友》等让幼儿初步知道了该如何去与小朋友相处。《我是好宝宝》《我最棒》等活动则教育了幼儿要做个有礼貌的好孩子,激发了幼儿的自信心。

另通过不断的反复的训练,让幼儿熟知了各个活动环节的音乐节奏,当不同音乐响起时,知道了该如何去做;与此同时,我们还将幼儿园的教育理念贯彻落实到了我们的一日教学活动中。首先是将字卡溶入贯穿至了整个活动之中,通过加强幼儿对字型字音的熟悉,从而巩固了幼儿对字词本身的记忆,丰富了幼儿的词汇量的。另几乎所有的活动都以游戏形式进行,让幼儿在游戏中学,学中玩,寓教于乐,激发幼儿对学习的兴趣。

二、卫生保健方面

为了确保班上每一位宝宝的身体健康,我班三位老师分工合作,相互配合,严格执行幼儿园的各项规章制度,对班级卫生做到了一日一小扫,每星期一大扫。幼儿的口杯、毛巾坚持每天放学后用消毒水浸泡半小时,清洗干净后再放消毒柜消毒。饭后擦嘴的毛巾更是做到了用一次消毒一次。玩具每星期五消毒一次,班上每晚坚持开紫外线消毒灯消毒2小时。幼儿的被子每两星期带回家翻洗晾晒一次。确保了班级的干净整洁,为幼儿营造了一个温馨舒适的学习、游戏环境。

三、家园联系方面

开学第一个星期,为了让家长更加安心,我们坚持每天都给坐车的宝宝家去电话,及时向她们反馈宝宝一日在园情况。亲自接送的家长,我们也是利用晚上来接宝宝的时间,及时向家长汇报宝宝一日在园表现。待家长和宝宝的情绪逐渐稳定后,我们则改为不定时的进行电访。同时每周都会按时发放《家园联系手册》,反馈宝宝一周在园表现。如当天宝宝在园有什么特别的表现,我们也会写上一张小便条放在书包带回家,便于家长了解,做到真正的家园共育。在下一个月里,我班需要进一步加强的是:对宝宝的安全教育工作,从各方面提高宝宝的自我防患意识。同时也要继续加强对幼儿的常规培养。

便条的范文200字第4篇

一、英文写作导航

便条（Note）是一种简单的书信。内容较简单，多是临时的通知、请求、留言等。有时，几句话就可以解决问题。在日常生活中便条应用非常广泛，如有事需告诉别人，委托他人办事而不面谈，因事因病请假等，都可以写便条。

英文的便条包括以下几部分：

1．日期日期写在右上角，只要写出月、日或星期几，有时只需写明上、下午的具体几点。

2．称呼称呼写在第二行，要左起顶格写。语气可随便一些。如Dear Tom, Tom, Xiao Wang等。

3．正文正文应再起一行，用词要通俗简明，只要把事情说清楚就行。

4．署名署名要写在正文的右下角。一般的留言条只写留条人的姓名，姓或名均可。请假条、借条的署名要正式些，在姓名前写上Yours, Your student , Your friend等。遗失、启事、招领启事，有时不署名，只留下联系单位的电话号码。

在中考书面表达中写便条时，语句要正确，意思要清楚、简明、易懂，要符合英语的表达习惯。

二、中考热点话题

假如你叫高飞，是Miss Mary的朋友，请根据以下的提示给Miss Mary写一个留言条。

你于今早（6月18日）从广州乘飞机到北京，10：30 去她的办公室看她，Miss Mary不在，你告诉她你住在和平宾馆088房间，你明天去美国，询问Miss Mary是否给父母带些东西，见条后立即打电话，号码是7782079。

三、满分作文引路

10:30 . June 18

Dear Mary,

I got to Beijing from Guangzhou by plane this morning. I came to your office to see you, but you were not in. I'm going to fly to America tomorrow morning. I don't know if you want to ask me to take something to your parents for you. I live in Room 088 of Heping Hotel. Please ring me up after you read the note. My telephone number is 7782079.

Yours,

Gao Fei

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岁月的便条英语散文

Can you still find this day, my dear, among your possessions?

Among the souvenirs of your trips to faraway lands, the textbooks from those halcyon days when you walked the hallowed portals of that engineering college, the cassettes whose covers were left behind after one of those bacchanalian sessions in the hostel, the photographs of those classmates whose names you can't remember? Or is it hidden in the darkness, put out of sight along with the book you bought but never read, the gift you never quite found a use for and the letters you never finished or sent.

I can still find it here, in the city, in the house which you have never visited, in the kitchen where I have imaginary conversations with you. It is here even when I am not, for I go out now, leaving the light on and the music playing, so I can return home to the illusion of company.

I am probably better off now. Without secrets to keep from my parents. Without someone to come between me and my friends, me and my pastimes, me and my work, me and my sensible, understandable, utilitarian life. The life that I keep trying, keep failing to bring in line with the expectations that I keep trying, keep failing to make my own.

It is not that I always feel like this, sometimes I yearn for those days when tears and laughter both came easy. Those easy and quick transitions from ecstasy to despair. When a compliment could keep my mind occupied for hours on end and a harsh word could prick like a pin the same skin which now seems dry and insensitive. Like probably millions around the world, I look outside the window of a crowded bus, lost in my own thoughts and wonder how it could happen to me.

Was I not supposed to be different from the rest? Not for the silly schoolgirl infatuation with the football team captain or the fascination with the good for nothing, pot-smoking aspiring poet. Ours was a mature friendship that had blossomed into more. How could I feel a pang of envy then, when you lent a helping hand to another girl, when you spoke about someone who's far away and about to be married, when you were so involved in the book you were reading that you did not notice that we never met all day?

When we decided that it had been too long and that we should meet, I carefully started preparing a package for you. A small poem, that book you always wanted but never found, an old photograph and a bar of chocolate for us to share. What would I wear and what would we talk about? The package still remains in my drawer waiting for the phone to ring again.

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon when we sat in my tiny hostel room, discussing capitalism and campus gossip with equal fervor. When it seemed as if those conversations could last forever and we would never tire of them. When Joni Mitchell sang "California" seven times on continuous play before we thought of getting out.

Then one day suddenly we were looking for each other. You were always somewhere else, doing something else and strangely enough so was I. Those new people I met on that trip and that junior guy who loved the same movies I do. That girl next door who took math lessons from you. My room was almost always locked and yours was no different. We seemed to have discovered a whole world outside of ourselves all of a sudden. The tragedy was we had also lost the world we had before.

Then came the rescue mission. The loud fights in the hostel wing, the long silences and the desperate angry notes. Frustration, anxiety and even love revealing itself in the ugliest possible ways. Then indifference, complacency and resignation. Calm, dispassionate discussions on how we could stay friends. The decision that we should always let the other know when we would be around. That's when I started leaving those yellow post-its on the door. Those yellow post-its which by the time I came back would have your coordinates that I never used. If we had all of them now, they would be telling this tale a lot better than I am now.

Back home, I still continue leaving those post-its to this day, hoping that someone will write their whereabouts on them as well.