七年级下册英语八单元作文他那个开头问路

七年级下册英语八单元作文他那个开头问路
全文共6篇示例，供读者参考
篇1
Asking for Directions
Have you ever gotten lost before? I have, and let me tell you, it's not fun! Just the other day, I was trying to go to my friend Emma's house after school but I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in a completely different neighborhood. I had no idea where I was or how to get to her place from there. It was so frustrating!
I walked around for what felt like hours, hoping I'd eventually recognize a street name or see a landmark I knew. But everything just looked unfamiliar. I thought about using my phone to look up directions, but the battery was almost dead. Ugh, why didn't I charge it that morning?!
As I was wandering around feeling increasingly anxious, I saw a lady walking her dog up ahead. "Maybe she can help me," I thought. I took a deep breath and approached her. "Excuse me, ma'am?" I said politely. "Hi there!" she replied with a warm smile.
I suddenly felt a little less nervous.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I'm trying to get to my friend Emma's house and I got turned around somewhere. Could you possibly help me with directions?" I explained. The lady asked me for the address, which thankfully I had written down, and her face lit up with recognition.
"Oh, sure! Emma lives right in my neighborhood. You'll want to go back the way you came and take a left at the next light," she instructed. "Then just go straight for about half a mile until you reach Oak Street. Take a right on Oak, and her house will be the third one on the left - it's got the big oak tree out front."
I repeated the directions back to her to make sure I had it right. "Back the way I came, left at the next light, straight half a mile to Oak Street, right on Oak, third house on the left. Got it, thank you so much!" I said gratefully. The lady smiled and wished me luck as I headed off, following her directions carefully.
Sure enough, after walking for what felt like forever, I finally spotted the big oak tree she had mentioned. A huge wave of relief washed over me as I double checked the address and saw that it matched Emma's. I had made it!
I knocked on Emma's door, and she answered looking surprised. "Sarah? What are you doing here? I thought you went home after school," she said. I launched into the long story of
how I'd gotten all turned around in an unfamiliar neighborhood and had to ask a stranger for help. Emma just laughed. "You always were directionally challenged! C'mon, let's go play some video games. But please try not to get lost finding the bathroom this time?" she teased.
I rolled my eyes but laughed too, finally able to appreciate the humor in the situation. Getting lost was definitely an ordeal, but at least I knew what to do if it ever happened again. And I definitely owed that nice lady who helped me a big thank you for saving me from wandering in circles all evening!
From that day on, I started paying way more attention to street names and looking for landmarks or notable buildings every time I went somewhere new. I didn't want to risk getting turned around like that again. If I did start to feel confused about which way to go, I wouldn't hesitate to ask someone for directions. There's no shame in admitting when you're lost!
Asking for help isn't easy, but it's a lot better than staying lost and stressed out. Most people are happy to give directions if you ask politely. And who knows, maybe someday I'll be the one helping someone else who's turned around find their way. I'll be sure to give them clear instructions and a friendly smile, just like that lady did for me.
Getting momentarily lost or confused is just part of life, but staying lost is a choice. As long as you're willing to swallow your pride and ask for directions when you need them, you'll always be able to get where you're going! Just be sure to charge your phone next time
篇2
Last Saturday was such a beautiful sunny day that I begged my mom to let me go to the park to play. She agreed, but only if I promised to be back home by 5pm for dinner. I quickly stuffed my backpack with some snacks, my football, and a couple comic books, gave my mom a big hug and rushed out the door.
The park was just a few blocks from my house, so I didn't think I needed to plan my route very carefully. I had been there hundreds of times before and could practically walk there with my eyes closed. But on this particular day, I decided to take a small detour to my friend Jake's house to see if he wanted to join me at the park.
I hurried down the street, kicking a small rock along the sidewalk and daydreaming about climbing trees and playing football at the park. Before I knew it, I had turned down an unfamiliar side street without even realizing it. I continued
wandering aimlessly until the houses and buildings around me looked completely strange. My heart started racing as the realization hit me that I was totally lost!
I pulled out my phone to try to get my bearings, but the battery was dead. I briefly thought about retracing my steps, but I had zigzagged so many times through the maze of streets that I had no idea which way to go. Panic started setting in as I imagined myself wandering the neighborhood forever, missing dinner, with my parents and the police out searching for me.
That's when I saw an elderly woman tending to her garden across the street. She looked kind and grandmotherly, so I brushed my shaggy hair out of my eyes, put on my most innocent smile, and approached her.
"Excuse me, ma'am," I said politely. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I seem to have gotten a bit turned around. Could you perhaps point me in the direction of Miller Park? That's where I was headed."
The woman looked up from her flowerbeds and smiled warmly at me. "Why, of course, young man! Miller Park is just a few blocks in that direction," she said, pointing down the street behind me. "Just go straight for two blocks, then turn left and it
will be right there on your right hand side. The big swingsets and slides, you can't miss it."
I breathed an enormous sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!" I exclaimed. "I've been walking around lost for what felt like hours. I really appreciate you taking the time to help me."
"Think nothing of it, dear," the woman replied with a wink. "I'm happy to help a polite young man like yourself. Just be a bit more careful about where you're wandering off to next time, alright? This isn't the best part of town for a boy to be strolling around alone."
Her warning gave me pause, but I was so grateful to have directions that I just smiled and said, "You got it, ma'am. Thank you again!" Before turning to hurry off towards the park.
As I walked briskly down the sidewalk, following her instructions, I made a mental note to pay much closer attention to my surroundings from now on when going somewhere new. I couldn't believe how turned around I had gotten because of my daydreaming! If that nice lady hadn't been out gardening, who knows how long I would have wandered before finding my way back.
I finally recognized the familiar sights and sounds of Miller Park up ahead and felt an enormous wave of relief wash over me.
I made a beeline straight for the playground, found an empty swing, and just sat there for a little while, catching my breath and feeling thankful to be somewhere safe surrounded by the joyful shouts of other kids playing.
As I halfheartedly kicked myself back and forth on the swing, I couldn't stop replaying the entire stressful situation in my mind, especially the part about asking that stranger for help. Even though she had seemed sweet and friendly, my parents had always warned me to never talk to strangers or accept rides or anything from people I didn't know. So had I done the right thing by approaching her?
Part of me knew that sometimes you have to bend the rules a little when an emergency situation arises. And I had been smart enough to at least pick someone who looked non-threatening, hadn't I? A little old lady working in her garden hardly seemed like a criminalElement. Plus, I had used all my best manners and been sincerely appreciative of her help.
Still, a tiny voice in the back of my head wondered whether I had put myself in harm's way by initiating that interaction. What if she had tried to lure me away with her instead of simply
pointing me in the right direction? What if she had been some creepy person waiting to snatch up a kid who was silly enough to ask her for
篇3
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I had just finished my breakfast. Mom called me over and said, "Honey, can you run an errand for me? We need to pick up some groceries from the supermarket."
I nodded eagerly, feeling excited about the idea of going out on my own. "Sure, Mom! I'll be happy to go," I replied.
Mom handed me a list of items and some cash. "Be careful, and don't talk to strangers," she reminded me.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine!" I assured her, already heading towards the door.
As I stepped outside, the warm sunlight greeted me, and I took a deep breath of fresh air. I started walking towards the supermarket, feeling confident and independent. However, after a few blocks, I realized that I hadn't paid attention to the route before, and I found myself lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
I looked around, trying to spot any familiar landmarks or street signs, but everything seemed foreign to me. Panic started to set in, and I couldn't help but wonder how I would find my way back.
Just then, I noticed an elderly woman tending to her garden nearby. Mustering up my courage, I approached her and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, could you please help me?"
The woman looked up and gave me a warm smile. "Of course, dear. What can I do for you?"
I explained my predicament, trying not to sound too worried. "I'm trying to find my way to the supermarket, but I got lost. Could you please tell me how to get there?"
The woman nodded understandingly. "Oh, I see. Well, you're not too far off. Just keep walking straight ahead for about three blocks, and then take a left at the intersection. You'll see the supermarket right on the corner."
I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much! I really appreciate your help."
"You're very welcome, dear," the woman replied. "Just be careful and look both ways before crossing the street."
I assured her that I would and thanked her again before continuing on my way, following her directions carefully. Sure enough, after a few minutes of walking, I spotted the familiar sign of the supermarket.
As I entered the supermarket, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Not only had I successfully completed my errand, but I had also learned a valuable lesson about staying aware of my surroundings and not being afraid to ask for help when needed.
With a smile on my face, I grabbed a shopping basket and started gathering the items on Mom's list, already looking forward to telling her about my little adventure.
篇4
The Lost Stranger
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was strolling down the busy streets of our little town with my best friend, Jake. We had just come from the park, where we spent a couple of hours playing frisbee and enjoying the warm weather.
As we walked, we chatted about our plans for the upcoming summer break. Jake was eager to go camping with his family,
while I was looking forward to attending a coding camp that my parents had signed me up for.
Suddenly, a tall man approached us, looking a bit lost and confused. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and was holding a map in his hands.
"Excuse me, boys," he said in a friendly tone. "I'm new to this town, and I seem to have gotten a bit turned around. Could you please help me find the public library?"
Jake and I exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. We were both familiar with the town, but giving directions wasn't always easy, especially to someone who was unfamiliar with the area.
"Um, sure, mister," I replied, trying to sound confident. "The library is a few blocks from here."
The man nodded, waiting for me to continue.
"Okay," I began, "you'll want to go down this street for about two blocks, and then take a left onto Maple Avenue. Keep going straight until you reach the intersection with Main Street, and the library will be on your right-hand side. It's a big building with a lot of windows and a clock tower on top."
The man looked at me quizzically, as if he hadn't understood a word I said.
Jake chimed in, "Maybe it would be easier if we showed you on the map?"
The man gratefully handed over the map, and we studied it together, tracing the route with our fingers.
"See, here's where we are now," Jake pointed, "and the library is right here, a few blocks away."
The man nodded, following our directions on the map.
"That makes sense," he said. "Thank you, boys. You've been a great help."
As the man started to walk away, I felt a pang of concern.
"Wait, mister!" I called out. "Would you like us to walk with you? Just to make sure you don't get lost again?"
The man hesitated for a moment, then smiled warmly. "You know what? That would be lovely. Thank you."
And so, Jake and I accompanied the friendly stranger, acting as his personal guides through the winding streets of our town. Along the way, we pointed out various landmarks and shared stories about our favorite hangout spots.
As we approached the library, the man thanked us profusely for our kindness and generosity.
"You two are amazing young men," he said. "I'm grateful for your help today. I'll be sure to remember this experience and pay it forward whenever I can."
With that, he waved goodbye and disappeared through the library's doors, leaving Jake and me feeling proud of ourselves for lending a helping hand.
On our way home, we discussed how good it felt to assist someone in need, even if it was just providing simple directions.
"You know," Jake mused, "maybe we should start our own business – like a tour guide service or something!"
I laughed at the idea, but deep down, I knew that we had discovered the joy of helping others, and that was a feeling worth holding onto.
From that day on, whenever we saw someone looking lost or confused, we made it a point to offer our assistance, sharing our knowledge of the town and ensuring they found their way safely.
It was a small gesture, but one that left a lasting impact on both us and the strangers we encountered. And who knows? Maybe one day, we really would start our own tour guide
business, helping people navigate not just the streets of our town, but the winding paths of life itself.
篇5
The Lost Tourist
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was heading to the park to meet my friends. As I walked along the familiar streets, I noticed a man standing on the corner, looking a bit confused. He was holding a map and furrowing his brows, as if he couldn't figure out where he was going.
Being the friendly kid that I am, I decided to approach him and offer my help. "Excuse me, sir," I said politely. "Do you need any assistance?"
The man turned to me, his eyes lighting up with relief. "Oh, thank goodness!" he exclaimed in a thick accent that I couldn't quite place. "I'm a bit lost, and I don't speak much English."
I nodded, understanding his predicament. "No problem," I assured him. "Where are you trying to go?"
He fumbled with the map, pointing to a spot near the center of town. "I'm looking for the Historical Museum," he explained.
"I'm a tourist visiting from abroad, and I heard it's a must-see attraction."
I couldn't help but chuckle. The Historical Museum was one of my favorite places in town, and I knew exactly how to get there. "You're in luck," I told him. "I know this area like the back of my hand. Just follow me."
With the man trailing behind me, I set off down the street, narrating the directions as we went. "We'll take a left at the next corner, and then we'll keep walking straight until we reach the big fountain in the town square."
As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the man's curious gaze darting from one building to another, taking in the sights and sounds of our little town. It reminded me of how lucky I was to call this place home.
"This is such a charming town," the man remarked, his eyes wide with wonder. "I can see why the museum is so highly recommended."
I beamed with pride. "Yeah, we've got a lot of cool history here," I agreed. "Just wait until you see the museum's collection of old artifacts and photographs."
We continued on our way, and I made sure to point out interesting landmarks and buildings along the route. I told the man about the old clock tower that had stood for over a century and the bakery that made the best chocolate chip cookies in town.
As we approached the town square, the grand fountain came into view, water shooting up into the air in a mesmerizing display. "There it is," I announced, pointing to the impressive stone building just beyond the fountain. "That's the Historical Museum."
The man's face lit up with excitement. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Thank you so much for your help, young man. I would have been hopelessly lost without you."
I waved off his gratitude, feeling a sense of accomplishment for having assisted a lost tourist. "It was my pleasure," I replied genuinely. "I'm just glad I could help you find your way."
As the man hurried off towards the museum entrance, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. I wished I could experience the thrill of exploring a new place for the first time, just like he was about to do.
With a contented smile, I turned and headed back towards the park, eager to meet up with my friends and recount my little adventure as a tour guide for the day.
篇6
Asking for Directions: A Tale of Getting Totally Lost
You know that feeling when you're walking somewhere and suddenly realize you have no clue where you are? That pit in your stomach, the panic setting in as you spin around looking for anything familiar? Well, let me tell you about the time I got more turned around than a twisted pretzel.
It was a sunny Saturday morning and I was heading to my friend Miguel's house to meet up before we went to the movies. I'd been to his place hundreds of times, so I didn't even think twice about the route. I stuck my headphones in, pulled my hat low, and strolled down the street, bobbing my head to the music.
After about 10 minutes, I looked up and did a double take. The houses looked completely different! Instead of the cute bungalows on Miguel's block, these were massive two-story homes with fancy landscaping and gates. Uh oh...I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.
I backtracked a bit but every corner I turned only made me more lost. Garages replaced front yards. Streets curved in confusing loops. I pulled out my phone to check the map, but the battery was dead. Of course! I'm pretty sure I heard it laughing at me.
That's when the panic started to rise. How could I be so turned around in my own neighborhood? I've lived here forever!
I passed a woman gardening and stopped to ask, "Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to Maple Street from here?"
She squinted at me suspiciously. "Maple? Honey, you're in Richmond Heights, that's miles away!"
My jaw dropped. MILES? How did I end up in a whole other town? I thanked her and hurried away, cheeks burning. Getting directions was going to be way harder than I thought.
For what felt like hours, I wandered aimlessly. Sweat dripped down my back as the sun beating down. My feet were killing me from all the walking. I asked three more people for help, showing them maps on my phone, describing landmarks, everything. But their instructions got me more scrambled with every turn.
Finally, I spotted a bus stop up ahead. Buses! Maybe the driver could point me in the right direction. I hopped on the next
one that came by and asked, "Can you tell me how to get to Maple Street please? I'm totally lost."
The driver raised an eyebrow. "Maple Street? Like the one by Hamilton Elementary?"
"Yes! That's the one!" Hope surged through me. This guy knew what I was talking about!
But then he chuckled and shook his head. "You're about as far from there as you can get without leaving town, kid."
My heart sank. You've got to be kidding me. How was I still so hopelessly lost? I stumbled off the bus, dragging my feet. Maybe I should just plant myself on this corner and wait for a search party.
That's when I heard it - Miguel's ringtone! I dug out my phone frantically, swiping to answer. "Miguel! Hey man, I'm so lost. Like turned around in a nightmare kind of lost!"
His laughs crackled through the speaker. "Jake, you goof! Where even are you?"
"I have no idea!" I wailed. "I've asked like a million people for directions and I'm still nowhere near your place."
More laughter. "Did you go left after Hickory instead of right?"
I smacked my forehead. Of course! That one turn is always what tripped me up. Some buddy Miguel was for not double checking which way I went.
"Sorry dude," he said, "I should have warned you about that. Just turn around and..."
I quickly jotted down Miguel's directions, feeling dumber by the second. Not even 10 minutes later, I was on his block, dragging my feet up his driveway. Miguel spread his arms wide, grinning from ear to ear.
"Somebody should have hired a search party to comb the neighborhood! The great explorer Jake strikes again!"
Ha ha, very funny. I shoved him and we headed to the movies. But I definitely learned an important lesson that day...
When you're horrible with directions, never leave home without a trail of breadcrumbs!。