用英文介绍教室？much.译：我的教室又大又干净。有二十五张桌子和二十五把椅子。有一块黑板在墙上。黑板的前面是讲桌。那儿有四扇窗户和两上门在墙上。所有的同学都非常喜欢我们的教室。那么，用英文介绍教室？一起来了解一下吧。
This is our classroom. It’s big and bright（明亮的）. There is a blackboard on the wall. It’small. Under the blackboard, there is a platform with a table on it. It is a white table. Beside the blackboard, there is a tall case. Teachers and students get on well with each other in our classroom. We love our classroom and our class.
例1
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例2
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例3 以教室为背景的小说
A Teacher for Life
During the recent trip to Chengdu for Chinese New Year, as usual I met up with my high school friends for a drinking feast. We invited Teacher Chen, the head teacher of our class, to join us as well.
When we started our high school in 1986, Teacher Chen was given the chance for the first time to head a high school class. In today’s standard, Teacher Chen might have been considered a 愤青 (angry youth) then. She was idealistic, passionate, and silently angry at the establishment for giving the young teachers few opportunities to prove their capabilities.
1986 was an awkward yet exciting year for all of us. In Chengdu, jeans were still frowned upon and forbidden in school. Pop songs were being smuggled in from Hong Kong. Ballroom dance was just slowly sneaking back onto university campuses. Jing Yong’s martial arts fantasies, grouped together with other hand-copied fictions as corrupting and addictive, were completely off limit to the “good students”.
The school, eager to send more students to famous universities and improve its reputation, repeated the same old message of studying hard. But time was changing. At the New Year’s Eve party for 1987, a few of us danced disco, a dance considered belonging only to “hooligans”, on the creaky wooden floor in our classroom, under our classmates’ curious stares. No one was penalized afterwards.
Teacher Chen shielded us from much of the school’s criticism. Her mantra was “You have only one life. Live differently!”, which was such an invigorating message to us who had been trained all our lives to study and only study. Once, unsatisfied with our formulaic writing, she tasked us to write whatever we would want, on our lives, on our future, on our frustrations. For any one who wrote about their true thoughts and feelings, she gave a perfect score.
Another time, she let us decide on an unorthodox and highly tacky class slogan – To Live, Not Simply Living (生活，而不是活着). That slogan hanged over the blackboard for an entire semester. It was with her encouragement that we put on plays, staged a break dance performance for the school variety show, and sing pop (oh my) songs at the school singing competition.
We became good friends, highly inappropriate for teacher and students. A few of us close to her would sometimes study in her office, and report to her the latest impressionist poems or Freudian theories we had just picked on. One time we found her old love letters to the ex before her husband. When we confronted her, she blushed all over and told us we had gone too far.
Now looking back, I feel she needed us then as much as we needed her. We were all pushing along to see how far we could go. Alas, how blessed we were.
After high school, she and I continued correspondence, even after I went to America. Sometimes she would express envy at me living “freely”; sometimes she would tell me her frustration at not being able to do more, not able to win against the establishment. But in 1996 when I came out to her in a letter, she stopped writing.
It was only then I knew there’s a limit to everything that seemed too good to be true.
While waiting for her at the restaurant, my friends and I reminisced about the good old rebellious days in high school. When she finally arrived, it caused quite a stir. She had barely changed. After the warm greetings, she sat next to me, once her best student, at the dinner table.
We talked about our respective lives. She was now a special-grade teacher and had garnered many teaching awards. I asked about her students. The time is changing, she said; there were things off limit to them now but they were all doing great. I asked about her daughter who had just started a job in Singapore after graduation. The daughter missed home and wanted to move back, but Teacher Chen didn’t want her to get stuck in Chengdu, the slow-paced city which she had always considered only for those lacking ambition.
She asked what I was doing. I replied filmmaking and writing. She sighed, “If you keep on switching, how can you get far?” Then we moved on to talk about her other successful students who had gotten doctor’s degrees or were making lots of money.
I wanted to ask her then if she still taught her students To Live, Not Just Living. I wanted to tell her then that I’d always been true to our friendship, to her teaching that we should be living honestly and passionately. But my friends were falling off the chair from too much drinking, and Teacher Chen, with the pensive smile on her face, looked more and more distant.
Hello!My name is ZhouXichuan.I’m ten.I study in RongTai primary school.I’m in class One,Grade Five.Welcome to our classroom.This is my classroom.There is a big sign on the door,It says:Welcome to our classroom!There are forty-six desks and chairs in my classroom.This is my desk.My name is on it.This is my teacher’s desk.There are many interesting things.There is a fish bowl on the cabinet.His name is Goldy.Her name is Swimmy.There is a big blackboard on the front wall.My teacher writes our homework on it.There is a round clock near the door.It tells us what time it is.There are our pictures on the side wall.This is my picture.This is Lily’s.There is a reading couch in the corner.This is my favourite place,what is your favoueite palce?
大家好！我叫周锡川，今年十岁，在荣泰小学读书，在五年级一班。
如下：
My classroom is a very beautiful classroom.
There are seven rows of tables and chairs.
There are sixty-four desks and chairs.
There is a big blackboard.
我的教室是一个十分漂亮的教室。
有七排桌椅。
有六十四张桌椅。
有一块大大的黑板。
My
classroom
is
big
and
clean.There
are
twenty-five
desks
and
twenty-five
chairs.There
is
a
blackboard
on
the
wall.In
front
of
the
blackboard,there
is
teacher's
desk.There
are
four
windows
and
two
doors
in
the
wall.All
the
students
like
our
classroom
very
much.
译：我的教室又大又干净。有二十五张桌子和二十五把椅子。有一块黑板在墙上。黑板的前面是讲桌。那儿有四扇窗户和两上门在墙上。所有的同学都非常喜欢我们的教室。
你看看行吗
英文：this
is
my
classroom.it
is
big
and
tidy.there
are
two
doors,seven
lights,two
blackboards,a
computer,a
big
television
and
so
on.look,some
students
are
doing
homework,some
students
are
talking
each
other,some
students
are
playing.i
like
my
classroom.中文：这是我的教室。它又大又整洁有两个门，七个灯，两个黑板，一个电脑，一个大电视等等。看，有些同学在作作业，有些同学在互相聊天，有些同学在玩耍。我喜欢我的教室。
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