自我创作如下：题目 I am pride of somethings which I was doingI had three things are prounded,One day ,the weather was rainy ,the wide was the strongest that I never saw . When I acrossed streets,I saw an old lady was down .She asked for help but nobody help her .At that time ,my heart was went there and pull her up ,then she thanked for me .I said "OK!".......
我来推荐几个我常用的英语写作批改网站吧———
1.改写匠，这是一款基于数亿字词英文语料大数据，通过人工智能和深度学习技术不断训练、更新评分模型的英语写作智能批改工具。
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2.批改网，一个用计算机自动批改英语作文的在线系统。批改网
3.搜狗 AI 写作助手，借助先进的人工智能算法对英文作文进行实时语法和拼写纠错，并提供专业的语句润色优化建议。这个是在搜狗翻译的手机app上的功能。
综合来讲，我个人使用改写匠的频率比较多，主要是它的操作比较简单，页面美观简洁，没有那么复杂的操作步骤，而且十分智能化。可以选择不同的文体，会有不同的评估标准哟~简简单单就可以get到专业的修改意见。俗话说得好，好文章是改出来的，快点把英语写作网站收藏下来练习吧~
英语学习本身就是一个长期的过程，尤其是英语写作的练习，更是需要坚持才可以，今天给大家推荐的是英语写作练习的网站，大家可以用以下的网站进行写作练习。
有了这款“文章生成器”，再也不用挤牙膏式地写作文了
有啊，网上搜下吧很多的，不过你也可以用下我现在用的这个智媒ai伪原创工具，免费就能用，而且伪原创的文章质量也不错，很通顺。
不要。文章生成器是一款免费自动写原创文章的软件，是不要钱的，支持自动采集，自动发布到网站，自动生成不同方式的原创文章。
有啊，你可以去网上搜搜这个智媒ai伪原创工具可以免费使用的
并没有好用的文章生成的网站，生成的文章， 一般可读性差，或者说基本上没用，如果你不想写文章的话，可以用聚合，这样会轻松很多，但是聚合出来的文章有可读性，但是文章的深度不够，质量也就一般般吧如果还有啥问题，请留言或者私信，如果回答的还算可以，请列为最佳答案
需要动态生成。asp写程序fso创建html文件就可以了。
下面是几个可以自动生成文章的网站，结果有利有弊。1、AI-WRITE：一个智能写作网站，输入关键词即可智能生成文章。生成文章的速度很快，并且支持更换其他文章。生成的文章大多是新浪财经类的资讯新闻，且重复度较高，如果对原创要求高的，直接套用不合适，需要后期改文。2、写作猫：输入关键字可自动生成文章。生成的文章会有个别错别字，需要后期订正。生成的文章阅读性比较高，但是重复率也比较高。3、妙笔：一键智能生成投放标题。输入行业和关键词，它会智能生成标题，选择最合适的一条稍微修改即可。或者先保存几条标题，需要时再来复制。
使用FSO组件
并没有好用的文章生成的网站，生成的文章， 一般可读性差，或者说基本上没用，如果你不想写文章的话，可以用聚合，这样会轻松很多，但是聚合出来的文章有可读性，但是文章的深度不够，质量也就一般般吧如果还有啥问题，请留言或者私信，如果回答的还算可以，请列为最佳答案
如今，这个自媒体行业正在腾飞，带动了很多新人加入进来，想要分享属于自己的蛋糕。不过，这些人并不只是以此为主业，更多的人只是用来增加其他收入。即使在这里，那些做我们媒体的人每天也只花一部分时间做这件事。因为人们每天的时间是有限的，精力是有限的，我们都知道做自媒体就是要有创作文章的能力，然而，并不是每个从事自媒体的人都有好的文风。但没关系，在人工智能技术发展的今天，工作中没有解决不了的问题。即使是文笔不好的人，也丝毫影响不了他们在自媒体的工作，因为他们知道自媒体洗稿的方法。说到自媒体洗稿，他们自然会说到文章伪原创工具。那么，自媒体洗稿是否可以使用文章伪原创工具呢？我认为这是一个很好的问题，我们需要知道它。什么是自媒体洗稿？简单理解，自媒体洗稿是指他人将他人在网络上发布的原创作品进行再加工，修改成一个全新的作品后发布到自己的自媒体平台账号上。这个过程叫自媒体洗稿，也就是现在很多人所说的伪原创。也许有人会说，这不就是所谓的抄袭吗？其实还是有区别的。抄袭可以说是抄袭一模一样的作品，洗稿则是模仿一部作品。两者之间产生的结果是不同的。前者的抄袭会在很大程度上造成侵权，后者则很难出现这个问题。前面说过，自媒体洗稿就是大家所说的伪原创，所以自媒体洗稿可以用文章伪原创工具，就看你做的自媒体是文字课还是视频课。如果是文本类，可以找到一个可靠易用的文章伪原创工具，你需要它。问题在于，在自媒体上使用文章伪原创工具洗稿，必须保证文章的质量。因此，一个好用的文章伪原创工具就显得尤为重要。相反，如果你找的文章质量很差，那么你把这样的内容发到自媒体平台上，就不会有用户看你的文章。你所做的都是无用的，更谈不上从自媒体平台发布内容来达到变现的目的。为了帮助大家找到一个好用的文章伪原创工具，在这里，我给大家介绍一个我用了两年多的文章伪原创工具--微信小程序：AI伪原创工具。该文章伪原创工具具有多个文章伪原创转换通道。不同的文章，伪原创的转换渠道和洗稿文章也不一样，有的渠道可以把洗稿后的文章打磨干净，有的渠道可以让洗稿后的文章更加流畅，这款智媒ai伪原创工具主要是帮助大家在洗文章的时候达到井上添花的效果，让洗出来的文章不仅具有可读性，而且原创性很高。建议大家测试一下这款文章伪原创工具在洗文章中的效果，真的是一款非常好用的自媒体洗文章工具。不知不觉说了这么多，相信大家都会明白，自媒体也可以使用文章伪原创工具洗稿，而且相比人工洗稿，洗稿效率会更高。“
般而言，一种东西在市面上受到青睐，肯定是因为它能满足一些人的某种需要。一名初三学生使用从网站上下载的“自动生成”作文的软件，仅花4分钟时间就“写”成了一篇作文，居然获得了90分的高分，语文老师给予了“语言流畅，基本功不错”的好评。可见该软件对学生完成老师布置的作文题目“帮助”很大，至少能满足他们应付老师、“蒙”老师眼睛的需要。问题是，一篇作文只要能够应付老师、“蒙”住老师的眼睛，就算是优秀的作文吗？或者说，学生应该通过什么样的正确途径学习写作？学生写作文到底是要学什么？他们在语文课上的作文练习到底要达到什么目的？很显然，如果写作文只是为了完成老师布置的作业，只是为了提高写作技巧，在现行的各种考试中获得一个理想的分数，那么，学生通过“自动生成”作文软件“写”作文，与借用市面上流行的“作文大全”、“范文精选”中的一些字句或段落，或直接从名家名篇以及同学的作文中较多地“拿来”为我所用，都不失为一种方法，与初学书法、美术者临摹历代大师作品的原理相同，不宜简单斥之为“抄袭”、“剽窃”。针对“自动生成”作文的软件，有的语文教师深感不安，觉得“从长远看，不利于学生的思维发展和真情实感的抒发”，“违背了教育规律的学习，肯定达不到效果”；但也有一些教师却未必会有多么不安，因为他们中有人在教学生写作文的时候，有意无意间正是着眼于让学生提高写作技巧、在考试中获得好成绩这个单一的目的，“自动生成”作文软件之类的新方法、新产品，在帮助学生“写”作文的同时，也相当于给这些老师的教作文提供了帮助。媒体曾报道过老师教学生事先背诵范文准备考试的事，以此推断，个别老师对“自动生成”作文软件非但不会忧虑、震惊，反而很可能会不遗余力地在学生中进行辅导和推广……相反，如果我们端正作文教学思想，不只是把作文当成一种应试的工具，把学生作文当成一种纯粹技术性或表演性的文字训练，而是在应试的基础上超越应试（只要存在考试，应试便是一个现实目标，不可能完全取消），让学生“先做人，再做文”，在作文教学中贯穿审美教育和思维发展教育，在指导学生作文的同时，注重开发他们的求知欲、想像力、独特的悟性和普遍的良知，培养他们的摹仿借鉴能力、分析综合能力、调查研究能力、独立思考能力、批评反省能力和学习创新能力，引导学生通过作文真实地表达自我，准确地认知并把握世界，并使之与学生的成长成才紧密结合，那么毫无疑问，“自动生成”作文软件之类的玩意儿，就只能看成是一种误人子弟的垃圾产品。
在线伪原创文章生成器网上这种工具很多吧，你去搜下就知道了，至于哪个好用这个就需要你自己去试了。
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英语是国际经济、技术、信息等交流中应用最广泛的语言，下面就是我给大家整理的英文小 文章 ，希望大家喜欢。英文小文章：爱如鲜花盛开 I was nine when my father first sent me flowers. I had been taking tapdancing(踢踏舞) lessons for six months, and the school was giving its yearly recital. As an excited member of the beginners' chorus line, I was aware of my lowly status. So it was a surprise to have my name called out at the end of the show along with the lead dancers and to find my arms full of long-stemmed red roses. I can still feel myself standing on that stage, blushing furiously and gazing over the footlights to see my father's grin as he applauded loudly. Those roses were the first in a series of large bouquets(花束，宴会) that accompanied all the milestones in my life. They brought a sense of embarrassment. I enjoyed them, but was flustered by the extravagance. Not my father. He did everything in a big way. If you sent him to the bakery for a cake, he came back with three. Once, when Mother told him I needed a new party dress, he brought home a dozen. His behavior often left us without funds for other more important things. After the dress incident, there was no money for the winter coat I really needed--or the new ice skates I wanted. Sometimes I would be angry with him, but not for long. Inevitably he would buy me something to make up with me. The gift was so apparently an offering of love he could not verbalize that I would throw my arms around him and kiss him--an act that undoubtedly perpetuated(保持) his behavior. Then came my 16th birthday. It was not a happy occasion. I was fat and had no boyfriend. And my well-meaning parents furthered my misery by giving me a party. As I entered the dining room, there on the table next to my cake was a huge bouquet of flowers, bigger than any before. I wanted to hide. Now everyone would think my father had sent flowers because I had no boyfriend to do it. Sweet 16, and I felt like crying. I probably would have, but my best friend, Phyllis, whispered, "Boy, you're lucky to have a father like that. As the years passed, other occasions--birthdays, recitals(朗诵), awards, graduations--were marked with Dad's flowers. My emotions continued to seesaw between pleasure and embarrassment. When I graduated from college, though, my days of ambivalence(矛盾情绪) were over. I was embarking on a new career and was engaged to be married. Dad's flowers symbolized his pride, and my triumph. They evoked only great pleasure. Now there were bright-orange mums for Thanksgiving and a huge pink poinsettia at Christmas. White lilies at Easter, and velvety red roses for birthdays. Seasonal flowers in mixed bouquets celebrated the births of my children and the move to our first house. As my fortunes grew, my father's waned, but his gifts of flowers continued until he died of a heart attack a few months before his 70th birthday. Without embarrassment, I covered his coffin with the largest, reddest roses I could find. Often in the dozen years since, I felt an urge to go out and buy a big bouquet to fill the living room, but I never did. Often in the dozen years since, I felt an urge to go out and buy a big bouquet to fill the living room, but I never did. I knew it would not be the same. Then one birthday, the doorbell rang. I was feeling blue because I was alone. My husband was playing golf, and my two daughters were away. My 13-year-old son, Matt, had run out earlier with a "see you later," never mentioning my birthday. So I was surprised to see his large frame at the door. "Forgot my key," he said, shrugging. "Forgot your birthday too. Well, I hope you like flowers, Mum." He pulled a bunch of daisies from behind his back. "Oh, Matt," I cried, hugging him hard. "I love flowers!" 英文小文章：适应力的 故事 Don't worry if you have problems! Which is easy to say until you are in the midst of a really big one, I know. But the only people I am aware of who don't have troubles are gathered in little neighborhoods. Most communities have at least one. We call them cemeteries(墓地). If you're breathing, you have difficulties. It's the way of life. And believe it or not, most of your problems may actually be good for you! Let me explain. Maybe you have seen the Great Barrier Reef, stretching some 1,800 miles from New Guinea to Australia. Tour guides regularly take visitors to view the reef. On one tour, the guide was asked an interesting question. "I notice that the lagoon(环礁湖) side of the reef looks pale and lifeless, while the ocean side is vibrant and colorful," a traveler observed. "Why is this?" The guide gave an interesting answer: "The coral around the lagoon side is in still water, with no challenge for its survival. It dies early. The coral on the ocean side is constantly being tested by wind, waves, storms -- surges of power. It has to fight for survival every day of its life. As it is challenged and tested, it changes and adapts. It grows healthy. It grows strong. And it reproduces." Then he added this telling note: "That's the way it is with every living organism." That's how it is with people. Challenged and tested, we come alive! Like coral pounded by the sea, we grow. Physical demands can cause us to grow stronger. Mental and emotional stress can produce tough-mindedness and resiliency. Spiritual testing can produce strength of character and faithfulness. So, you have problems -- no problem! Just tell yourself, "Here I grow again " 英文小文章：放弃是一种美丽 One of tests used by a company to enroll fresh blood helps you know whether you stand the trial from yourself. In a stormy night, you drive your car through a stop where three people are waiting for a bus: a dying and poor old man, a doctor who is your benefactor(恩人) because he saved your life so that you are eager to render back, and a woman or a man who is your dreamgirl or your dreamboy and likely dissapears from your life once you miss the chance. Unfortunately, there is just room for one person in your car. Which one would you pick up? Then give your reasons. Think it over before looking at the following text. I have no idea whether it is a characteristic test, because every answer has its reason. The dying old man should be first helped,however, his final destination is death. It's reasonable for you to pick up the doctor first--your benefactor and is a good chance to reciprocate(报答，互换) what he did for you. Meanwhile, some people think it available to render the doctor back in someday in future. And if you miss the chance, you will never meet such an attractive person. Only one of two hundred people was hired. He wrote his answer without providing his reason: "Give the key of my car to the doctor, and let him take the old man to the hospital. But I wait in the stop for the bus with my dreamboat(梦中人，爱人) together." Every acquaintance of mine regarded it as the best answer but nobody (including me) realized it at first. It is caused by our idea of not giving up the advantage (the car key) we have had? Sometimes, if we abandon some of our parochialism(狭隘), advantages, and intransigence(不妥协), we can get more.
英语作为一门国际通用语,在21世纪已经向着多元化、多功能化的方向发展。下面就是我给大家整理的短小的英语 文章 ，希望大家喜欢。短小的英语文章：The art of living What is it like to be old in the United States? What will our own lives be like when we are old? Americans find it difficult to think about old age until they are propelled into the midst of it by their own aging and that of relatives and friends. Aging is the neglected stepchild of the human life cycle. Though we have begun to examine the socially taboo subjects of dying and death, we have leaped over that long period of time preceding death known as old age. In truth, it is easier to manage the problems of death than the problem of living as an old person. Death is a dramatic, one-time crisis while old age is a day-by-day and year-by-year confrontation with powerful external forces, a bittersweet coming to terms with one's own personality and one's life. Old age is neither inherently miserable nor inherently sublime-like every stage of life it has problems, joys, fears and potentials. The process of aging and eventual death must ultimately be accepted as the natural progression of the life cycle, the old completing their prescribed life spans and making way for the young. Much that is unique in old age in fact derives from the reality of aging and the imminence of death. The old must clarify and find use for what they have attained in a lifetime of learning and adapting they must conserve strength and resources where necessary and adjust creatively to those changes and losses that occur as part of the aging experience. The elderly have the potential for qualities of human reflection and observation which can only come from having lived an entire life span. There is a lifetime accumulation of personality and experience which is available to be used and enjoyed. But what are an individual's chances for a "good" old age in America, with satisfying final years and a dignified death? Unfortunately , none too good. For many elderly Americans old age is a tragedy, a period of quiet despair, deprivation , desolation and muted rage. This can be a consequence of the kind of life a person has led in younger years and the problems in his or her relationships with others. There are also inevitable personal and physical losses to be sustained, some of which can become overwhelming and unbearable. All of this is the individual factor, the existential element. But old age is frequently a tragedy even when the early years have been fulfilling and people seemingly have everything going for them. Herein lies what I consider to be the genuine tragedy of old age in America -- we have shaped a society which is extremely harsh to live in when one is old. The tragedy of old age is not the fact that each of us must grow old and die but that the process of doing so has been made unnecessarily and at times excruciatingly painful, humiliating, debilitating and isolating through insensitivity, ignorance and poverty. The potentials for satisfactions and even triumphs in late life are real and vastly under explored. For the most part the elderly struggle to exist in an inhospitable world. 短小的英语文章：The lowest animal Man is the only animal that robs his helpless fellow of his country-takes possession of it and drives him out of it or destroys him. Man has done this in all the ages. There is not an acre of ground on the globe that is in possession of its rightful owner, or that has not been taken away from owner after owner, cycle after cycle, by force and bloodshed. Man is the only Slave. And he is the only animal who enslaves. He has always been a slave in one form or another, and has always held other slaves in bondage under him in one way or another. In our day he is always some man's slave for wages, and does the man's work; and this slave has other slaves under him for minor wages, and they do his work. The higher animals are the only ones who exclusively do their own work and provide their own living. Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy expense to grab slices of other people's countries, and keep them from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for "the universal brotherhood of man"-with his mouth. Man is the Religious Animal. He is the only Religious Animal. He is the only animal that has the True Religion-several of them. He is the only animal that loves his neighbor as himself, and cuts his throat if his theology isn't straight. He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best to smooth his brother's path to happiness and heaven. He was at it in the time of Caesars, he was at it in Mahomet's time, he was at it in the time of the Inquisition, he was at it in France a couple of centuries, he was at it in England in Mary's day, he has been at it ever since he first saw the light, he is at it today in Crete-as per the telegrams quoted above*-he will be at it somewhere else tomorrow. The higher animals have no religion. And we are told that they are going to be left out, in the Hereafter. I wonder why? It seems questionable taste. Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal. Note his history, as sketched above. It seems plain to me that whatever he is he is not a reasoning animal. His record is the fantastic record of a maniac. I consider that the strongest count against his intelligence is the fact that with that record back of him he blandly sets himself up as the head animal of the lot: whereas by his own standards he is the bottom one. In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which the other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another hour I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately. 短小的英语文章：Living a solitary life The other day an acquaintance of mine, a gregarious and charming man, told me he had found himself unexpectedly alone in New York for an hour or two between appointments. He went to the Whitney and spent the "empty" time looking at things in solitary bliss. For him it proved to be a shock nearly as great as falling in love to discover that he could enjoy himself so much alone. What had he been afraid of, I asked myself? That, suddenly alone, he would discover that he bored himself, or that there was, quite simply, no self there to meet? But having taken the plunge, he is now on the brink of adventure; he is about to be launched into his own inner space to the astronaut. His every perception will come to him with a new freshness and, for a time, seem startlingly original. For anyone who can see things for himself with a naked eye becomes, for a moment or two, something of a genius. With another human being present vision becomes double vision, inevitably. We are busy wondering, what does my companion see or think of this, and what do I think of it? The original impact gets lost, or diffused. "Music I heard with you was more than music." Exactly. And therefore music itself can only be heard alone. Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience. "Alone one is never lonely: the spirit adventures, walking in a quiet garden, in a cool house, abiding single there." Loneliness is most acutely felt with other people, for with others,even with a lover sometimes, we suffer from our differences of taste, temperament,mood. Human intercourse often demands that we soften the edge of perception, or withdraw at the very instant of personal truth for fear of hurting, or of being inappropriately present, which is to say naked, in a social situation. Alone we can afford to be wholly whatever we are, and to feel whatever we feel absolutely. That is a great luxury! For me the most interesting thing about a solitary life, and mine has been that for the last twenty years, is that it becomes increasingly rewarding. When I can wake up and watch the sun rise over the ocean, as I do most days, and know that I have an entire day ahead, uninterrupted, in which to write a few pages, take a walk with my dog, lie down in the afternoon for a long think (why does one think better in a horizontal position?), read and listen to music, I am flooded with happiness. I'm lonely only when I am overtired, when I have worked too long without a break, when from the time being I feel empty and need filling up. And I am lonely sometimes when I come back home after a lecture trip, when I have seen a lot of people and talked a lot, and am full to the brim with experience that needs to be sorted out. Then for a little while the house feels huge and empty, and I wonder where my self is hiding. It has to be recaptured slowly by watering the plants and perhaps,by looking again at each one as though it were a person. It takes a while, as I watch the surf blowing up in fountains at the end of the field, but the moment comes when the world falls away, and the self emerges again from the deep unconscious, bringing back all I have recently experienced to be explored and slowly understood, when I can converse again with my hidden powers, and so grow, and so be renewed, till death do us part.