مميز : °¨¨™¤¦ أطلب بحثك، مشروعك أو تقريرك الإنجليزي ¦¤™¨¨° - الصفحة 13

ToX!c · #1 04-23-2008, 07:21 PM

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة sckolfield

مرحبا اخوي ما عليك امارة بغيت تقرير عن السياحة في اي بلد بالانجليزي او مضمن بجدول نسبة السياح خلال عدة اعوام او تسلم

As I leave my sparse but adequately furnished hotel room to head off to meet my family I feel a buzz of excitement and nervous energy shoots through my body. I press the lift button and hear it shrieking and grinding as it approaches my floor. This does not seem safe but it is still more appealing than a descent down eight flights of stairs. I enter the lift, nervously press the ground floor button and after a moments hesitation it begins to sink sluggishly to the ground floor where I emerge into a warm, vibrant reception area. As I leave through the slowly rotating door I am instantly hit by a wave of noisy traffic and a haze of pollution. I hurry to the bus stop to meet my parents. I inquisitively ask what our plans are for the day and am shown a well-thumbed tourist guide of London proudly displaying the Monument. At the sound of high-pitched squeaking brakes I turn around sharply to see a bright red bus approaching with a cloud of black smoke belching out of its exhaust. The bus seems not to notice and lazily pulls up regardless. Hurriedly the crowd of people that has hastily gathered step onto the bus and search frantically for seats before the bus lurches forward and continues its usual journey towards the underground tube station.

On arrival at our stop we almost fall out of the bus and spill into the station. We slot our tickets into the machine, push through the barrier and begin our descent down some steps that look as if they are the original ones built in January 1863. The walls however are adorned with enticing posters of the latest London shows. I am dragged down the steps by a huge wave of people frantically dashing to get their train. Everyone seems intent on catching the rapidly approaching tube. Will there be no other one today? The noise of the crowds sounds like a swarm of angry bees rushing around my head. The train comes to a halt and people push and shove showing no concern for their neighbour. People are struggling terribly to get off and in the chaos I fear I may lose sight of my family. Eventually we squeeze on but as the train pulls off I begin to feel sick amongst the fat, sweaty, middle-aged men that I am sandwiched between. I am relieved and delighted when I my mum signals that the next stop is ours. I escape as quickly as the crowds allow and breathe a sigh of relief. I, along with my family, dash up the escalator, through security and out into the open.

As we finally see the natural light of the sun again burning consistently in the pale blue sky, .pounding on each and every head shuffling through the hectic crowds, I think to myself that maybe walking is preferable to the underground. Our station is called The Monument so as I expect we have to travel only about a 100 metres to reach it. It still takes longer than I imagine though because the only way to reach it is to barge through the crowds of people. Everything in London seems to be speeded up. It is like Nottingham city centre on some crazy, energy-boosting drugs: like the ones many athletes are being caught taking. Shops either side of me are bulging with customers and no doubt prospering immensely from all these tourists. People all around me are being drawn in, enticed by the carefully laid out window presentations. I suddenly find myself in a small courtyard surrounded by four walls of shops. I feel like I am in an oven and so does everyone else judging from the smell. I hold my breath, not for the first time today, and sprint my way through the dense crowds. I am feeling nauseous yet I stay on my feet. Just before I almost pass out, I burst through the end of the sea of people and see the gold head at the top of The Monument. It is high. The structure is standing tall and proud like a major in the army. It has no fear. Moreover, I do not fear it. So as soon as I enter I run full pelt up all three hundred and eleven stairs. I feel a sense of respect towards the people The Monument is built after –those who perished in The Great Fire of London. It is the same height as it is distance away from where the fire started in a bakery in Pudding Lane. I am close to the top now. I can look up and see the blessing of daylight again. I feel like I am in a stereotypical picture of running towards heaven, which is usually depicted by the light at the end of the tunnel. I reach the top. I am shattered and out of breath. I cannot take in what I am seeing. The view leaves you dumbstruck. What my eyes are seeing cannot be translated into words. I suppose the best attempt is to call it awesome, although that does not really do it the justice it deserves. The rooftop gardens gently lying on the houses neatly. I could see the river Thames gracefully flowing under London Bridge and all the busy people above it. I could hear the cry of sea gulls calling to their peers, swooping in elegant circles. I could feel the gentle breeze brushing against my face keeping me cool in the blistering heat. I looked down and I saw specks of what must be people gazing at what and me I was standing on. Every building, every person, every attraction and the sunset: it is all perfect. A cloud of red being gracefully drawn over the sea of baby blue that covered London’s sky. It was as if a pair of vibrant red curtains was saying good night to the sky. __DEFINE_LIKE_SHARE__

%كشخة% · 04-14-2008, 04:01 PM

السلام عليكم

لو سمحتوا بس اريد ريبورت عن البقرة مع ملخصه بس اريد الملخص يكون نص صفحة والريبورت تكون اربع او خمس صفحات بليز اريدة باجر اخر يوم والله عيزت وانا ادور علية بلــــــــــــيز

اترياكم __DEFINE_LIKE_SHARE__

%كشخة% · 04-14-2008, 07:08 PM

يا الله وينكم اريد ضروري والله باجر اخر يوم __DEFINE_LIKE_SHARE__

مسقطاوية وافتخر · 04-17-2008, 01:05 PM

ربي يعطيك آلف عآآفيهـ خيوو

وربي يعينك ع آلطلبآآت

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sad tear · 04-27-2008, 06:25 PM

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

لو سمحت أخويه أنا مشروعي اني اسوي مقابلة مع كاتب اجنبي

فلو ما عليك امر ممكن تساعدني عشان احط اسألة عامة ممكن أسألها بطريقه حلوة

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