380 bài luận văn Tiếng Anh lớp 9

1. ABOUT MYSELF 
TOÂI 
I am an eleven year old Indian girl. I come from a family of three. I have two elder 
brothers. Both my parents are teachers. I am a primary six student at Fairfield Primary 
School. My complexion1 is light brown and I have dark, short hair. 
I am very hardworking and always try to get the best grades in class. I must get a good 
education to fulfil2 my ambition3. My ambition is to be a nurse. I like to take care of the 
sick and old. 
I dislike outdoor activities and rarely participate4 in games. I enjoy doing things with 
my hands, like painting, gardening and sometimes I try simple cooking. I spend my free 
time in our small garden. I grow all kinds of plants in my garden. There are rose plants, 
hibiscus5 and morning glory6 Sometimes I help my mother with the windows. I dust the 
furnitures, iron the clothes and clean the windows. 
My best friend is John. He lives in our neighbourhood. We go to the same school. On 
Sundays John comes to my house to play with me. 
My parents love me very much and give me the best of everything. I am a very happy 
little girl. 
1. complexion /k6m'plek~n/ (n) maøu saéc vaø veû töï nhieân cuûa da – nöôùc da 
2. fulfil /f$l'f1l/ (v) thoûa maõn, ñaùp öùng (moät nguyeän voïng, nhu caàu v.v) 
3. ambition /%m'b1~n/ (n) tham voïng, hoaøi baõo 
4. participate /p@:'t1s1pe1t/ (v) tham gia vaøo (moät hoaït ñoäng) 
5. hibiscus /h1'b1sk6s/ (n) caây daâm buït 
6. morning glory /,m0:n17 '9l0:r1/ (n) caây bìm bòp hoa tía 
2. MYSELF 
TOÂI 
If you ever see a tall and skinny Chinese boy with a mole1 on his chin, you will know 
that it's me. My name is Fang Yaorong and I will be twelve on the first of June this year. 
I wear thick glasses because I did not take proper care of my eye-sight when I was 
young. 
I attend school in the morning session2 at Ghim Moh Primary School. My school is 
within a stone's throw3 of my house. Every morning, I walk to school with my 
neighbour, John, who is also my class-mate. 
My hobbies are playing football and assembling4 model aeroplanes. I am very proud of 
my model aeroplane collection. Most of the models were given to me as presents over 
the years. The rest were bought with the pocket-money I saved. 
As the eldest child in the family, I always try to set a good example5 for my twin sisters. 
My parents often praise me for being a obedient boy. When I grow up, I want to be a 
doctor. I want to be able to cure6 patients. In order to fulfil my ambition, I must study 
hard to go to the university. 
1. mole /m6$l/ (n) noát ruoài 
2. session /'se~n/ (n) buoåi 
3. a stone's throw /6 st6$ns 8r6$/ (idm) moät khoaûng caùch ngaén 
4. assemble /6'sembl/ (v) laép raùp 
5. to set example /set 19'z@:mpl/ (idm) laøm göông, neâu göông 
6. cure /'kj$6 (r)/ (v) chöõa trò (moät chöùng beänh v.v) 
3. MY SCHOOL 
TRÖÔØNG TOÂI 
I study in Secondary School. It is one of the best schools in Singapore. It consists of 
several Roman style buildings. Our school has all the facilities1 of a modern school, 
such as well furnished2 and airy class rooms, best laboratories,3 a big library with a 
huge collection of books, a vast play ground and even a swimming pool. 
Our school building is situated in the middle. There is motorway leading from the main 
entrance. The playground is on the left of the motorway and a big garden on the right. 
When you enter the building, the principal's4 room is on the left. They are all well 
furnished. There are twenty classrooms. Our laboratories are well equipped. The school 
library has an up-to-date collection of books on many subjects. Our librarian 
and her two assistants are very helpful. 
Our school, like others school, has prescribed5 a uniform for us. We have to wear white 
trousers, white shirts and a black tie. The girls have to wear white shirts and skirts. 
Our principal is very strict as he pays strict attention to behaviour, punctuality and 
cleanliness. The most well-behaved and punctual student will be assigned as the class 
prefect.6 
Our principal is a strict disciplinarian.7 He accepts the help and advice of all teachers. 
Though our principal is strict, he is fair and loving. He tries to find out the reason and 
guides us. If one violates any rules, he will be punished. Our principal is very strict in 
this aspect. 
Our teachers are also very strict. They teach us with the utmost care, guide us with our 
assessments8 and other preparations and help us in times of need. 
I like my school very much and am proud to be a student of that school. 
1. facilities /f6's1l6t1s/ (n) nhöõng tieän nghi 
2. furnish /'f3:n1~/ (v) trang bò ñoà ñaïc, duïng cuï, v.v 
3. laboratory /l6'b4r6tr1/ (n) phoøng thí nghieäm 
4. principal /'pr1ns1pl/ (n) hieäu tröôûng 
5. prescribe /pr1'skra1b/ (v) quy ñònh 
6. prefect /'pri:fekt/ (n) lôùp tröôûng 
7. disciplinarian /d1s6pl1'ne6r16n/ (n) ngöôøi tin vaø giöõ nghieâm kyû luaät 
8. assessment /6'sesm6nt/ (n) söï ñaùnh giaù 
4. MY SCHOOL 
TRÖÔØNG TOÂI 
There is a white three-storey building, surrounded by greenery,1 located at Simei Town 
Central. That is Simei Primary School. That is also the place where I have schooled2 for 
the last five years or so. 
My school uniform is white. The boys wear a white shirt and white shorts while the girls 
wear a white blouse and skirt. The uniform must always be worn with the school badge3 
which bears our school motto4 "Nothing without labour" It means that we must be 
willing to work to get our reward. We are also taught to be honest and polite all the 
time. 
Most of the teachers in my school are just and kind. However, there are some teachers 
who show favouritism.5 As a result, the students who are favoured by these teachers are 
very proud and like to bully6 the others. In general, however, we all treat one another 
like siblings7 and live in harmony. 
I am sad that I will have to leave my school at the end of this year. It has given me 
knowledge, friends and happy moments. I will always remember my school and the fond 
memories it holds. 
1. greenery /'9ri:n6r1/ (n) taùn laù xanh hoaëc caùc caây xanh 
2. school /sku:l/ (v) reøn luyeän, ñaøo taïo 
3. badge /b%d2/ (n) huy hieäu 
4. motto /'m4t6$/ (n) phöông chaâm, khaåu hieäu 
5. favouritism /'fe1v6r1t1zm/ (n) söï thieân vò 
6. bully /'b$l1/ (v) baét naït, haø hieáp 
7. sibling /'s1bl17/ (n) anh chò em ruoät 
5. MY SCHOOL TUCK-SHOP1 
My school tuck-shop is situated2 next to a block of classrooms. My classroom happens 
to be the nearest to the tuck-shop and before each break, we can always smell the 
aroma3 of appetizing4 food. 
There are a number of food stalls5 in the tuck-shop and this gives us a wide choice of 
food. They are the prawn noodles stall, the laksa stall, the porridge stall, the Malay food 
stall, the Indian rojak stall and the beverages6 and snacks stall. You can tell by the 
length of the queue7 in front of the rojak stall that it is the most popular stall. My 
favourite is the laksa stall as the laksa is both delicious and cheap. 
Usually, the tuck-shop is packed during peak hours8 like during lunch time and during 
breaks. It is difficult to get a seat at these times. Therefore, we should be considerate 
and vacate our seats once we have finished eating. 
The food sold in the canteen is tasty and the standard of hygiene9 is high. The vendors 
clean the tables and benches often and scrub the tuck-shop floor at the end of each day. 
Sometimes, health inspectors come to check on the vendors' preparation of food too. As 
a result, we do not have to worry that the food is not clean. 
1. tuck-shop /t^k ~4p/ (n) cöûa haøng baùn baùnh, keïo, v.v (nhöõng thöù maø treû em thích aên) 
2. situate /'s1tj$e1t/ (v) ñaët choã, ñaët vò trí 
3. aroma /6'r6$m6/ (n) muøi thôm 
4. appetizing /'%p1ta1z17/ (adj) kích thích söï ngon mieäng, ngon laønh 
5. stall /st0:l/ (n) quaày haøng 
6. beverage /'bev6r1d2/ (n) thöùc uoáng 
7. queue /kju:/ (n) haøng (ngöôøi, xe coä, v.v) xeáp noái ñuoâi nhau 
8. peak hour /pi:k'a$6 (r)/ (n) giôø cao ñieåm 
9. hygiene /'ha1d21n/ (n) veä sinh 
6. MY TEACHER 
COÂ GIAÙO TOÂI 
The name of my teacher is Miss Lim Swee Lan. She is a very pleasant lady. 
Miss Lim likes children very much. She herself has many brothers and sisters at home. 
Most of them are going to school and she helps them in their lessons. 
What she does for her own brothers and sisters she also does for the children in the 
class-room. She does not get angry easily. If some pupils are slow to learn, she takes 
great trouble1 to explain all the lessons slowly so that all the pupils can understand the 
lessons well. Sometimes, she also brings certain things into the class-room to explain a 
lesson. For example, one day she brought a toy ape2 to explain what an ape was. This 
makes her lessons very interesting indeed. 
Miss Lim, sometimes, also takes all her pupils out for a visit to some interesting places. 
She believes that children could learn a lot by travelling. Last year she took our whole 
class to Kuala Lumpur where we visited many interesting places such as the museum, 
the zoo and the famous Batu Caves.3 
I am indeed very proud of my teacher, Miss Lim. 
1. trouble /'tr^bl/ (n) coâng söùc 
2. ape /%p/ (n) khæ khoâng ñuoâi (goàm coù khæ ñoäc, haéc tinh tinh, ñöôøi öôi, vöôïn) 
3. cave /ke1v/ (n) hang ñoäng 
7. MY FAVOURITE TEACHER 
COÂ GIAÙO YEÂU THÍCH NHAÁT CUÛA TOÂI 
Everyone sat up expectantly.1 It was a maths2 period and all of us waited eagerly for 
our maths teacher, Mrs Huang, to come into the class. She is very popular among us. In 
fact, she is my favourite teacher. 
Mrs Huang has short curly hair and wears thick glasses which makes her look stern.3 
However, she is actually very approachable4 and is always ready to lend an ear to our 
problems. She is motherly and cares very much for us. I remember once when I fell and 
hurt my knee. Mrs Huang helped me to stop the bleeding and took me to the clinic.5 I 
was very grateful to her. 
I used to dislike maths when I was younger because I found it far too complicated.6 Mrs 
Huang always makes maths lessons interesting and easy to understand. She is very 
patient in explaining maths problems to us and always makes sure everyone 
understands. Under her guidance, my maths has improved by leaps and bounds.7 
I have grown to love maths and I always score high marks in my maths tests now. And 
it's all because of my favourite teacher. 
1. expectant /1k'spekt6nt/ (adj) mong chôø, chôø ñôïi (moät ñieàu toát ñeïp) - expectantly /-l1/ 
(adv) 
2. maths /m%8s/ (n) (= mathematics) moân toaùn hoïc 
3. stern /st3:n/ (adj) nghieâm khaéc, khaéc nghieät 
4. approachable /6'pr6$t~6bl/ (adj) thaân thieän, deã gaàn 
5. clinic /'kl1n1k/ (n) traïm xaù 
6. complicated /'k4mpl1ke1t1d/ (adj) raéc roái, phöùc taïp 
7. by leaps and bounds /ba1 li:ps 6nd ba$ndz/ (idm) raát nhanh 
8. MY CLASS ... so she tries 
to calm Billy down and it works. For almost two hours they sit there quietly, not even 
daring to breathe properly. The dog lays itself down on the bonnet6 of the car and keeps 
a watchful eye on any slight movements. 
Suddenly there's a sound of a truck. Several men get out of it armed with rifles and shot 
guns. The dog jumps down from her car and Mrs. Foster gives a sigh of relief. As she 
closes her eyes, she hears a loud bang, a gun shot, followed by the cry of the fatally 
wounded dog. 
1. slam /sl%m/ (v) ñoùng saàm 
2. wind (up) /wa1nd/ (v) laøm cho caùi gì chuyeån ñoäng leân baèng caùch quay tay quay, cuoän, 
v.v 
3. ram /r%m/ (v) ñaâm vaøo, ñuïng maïnh 
4. windscreen /'w1ndskri:n/ (n) kính chaén gioù xe hôi 
5. vigorous /'v196r6s/ (adj) maïnh meõ, döõ doäi 
6. bonnet /'b4n1t/ (n) naép ñaäy ñoäng cô cuûa xe coä; capoâ 
138. GRANDPARENTS 
OÂNG BAØ 
With faltering1 steps two loving figures walked, hand in hand. Affection was shining in 
their eyes. Silhouetted2 by the morning sun, they painstakingly made their way towards 
an empty bench. Beyond them, the sun shone bright but the sky was of a pale azure.3 
They sat down close as if afraid of losing each other after what they had been through. 
Occasionally smiling that little sad smile of his, the old man did not seem to mind the 
wind teasing the last few strands4 of his white hair. He was drifting in his dreams. But it 
was only a seconds before he looked subdued again lost in his own world. The old 
woman too felt likewise. 
Minutes passed in complete silence. Tears of misery trickled down slowly tracing the 
strained lines on the face contorted5 with wrinkles. The only thing left for them was 
their love for each other, which glowed like a flame that will never die. 
"Damn it ! Can't you take care of yourselves ? Do you expect me to do every single 
thing for you ? Look at that mess ! God ! Can't you see that I have my own family to 
take care of ? Isn't it enough that you have wrecked6 my marriage. Why do you have to 
do this to me ?" 
The bitter words stung them but they couldn't do anything about it. They were too old. 
All they could do was sit and stare at the empty space biting their trembling lips. They 
hard come to accept the fact that they were a nuisance7 to their good daughter. As the 
heart-rending words trailed on, they realised that they were the cause of her shattered8 
marriage. They wanted to say they were sorry but she never gave them a chance. 
She regarded them as a barrier to a happy life. She had wanted too much and had tried 
to understand too litte. They struggled throught life just because they wanted her to be 
happy and this was their reward for all the hardship they had endured in trying to please 
her. 
One day they were forced to packed up and leave for their new home. It was the home 
for neglected parents. Life was unbearable there, looking at all the old people. They 
were useless and lifeless as vegetables. They were dependent on others. They felt 
ashamed but couldn't help relying on others. "They are so different from us. We don't 
need others to spoon-feed us. But they do", they thought. 
The old couple have come to accept the reality of life. This is their home now, and it is 
going to be till the end of their days. 
They held hands. He squeezed9 hers smiling, showing gaps where teeth had once been. 
She smiled back assured that everything would be alright. In the solace10 of mutual love 
and care they carried on their journey through life. 
1. falter /'f0:lt6(r)/ (v) (veà di chuyeån, ñi boä, v.v) ngaäp ngöøng, nao nuùng (do yeáu söùc hoaëc 
sôï haõi) 
2. silhouette /s1lu:'et/ (v) in boùng, roïi boùng 
3. azure /'%26(r)/ (n) maøu xanh da trôøi 
4. strand /str%nd/ (n) moùn toùc 
5. contorted /k6n't0:t1d/ (adj) nhaên nhoù, vaën veïo, nhaên nheo 
6. wreck /rek/ (v) phaù hoaïi, laøm hoûng 
7. nuisance /'nju:sns/ (n) moái phieàn haø 
8. shatter /'~%t6(r)/ (v) laøm tan vôõ, laøm tieâu tan 
9. squeeze /skwi:z/ (v) boùp, sieát chaët 
10. solace /'s4l1s/ (n) söï khuaây khoûa, nieàm an uûi 
139. THE DAY DAD DECIDED TO DO IT HIMSELF 
NGAØY CHA TOÂI QUYEÁT ÑÒNH TÖÏ LAØM LAÁY MOÏI VIEÄC 
"Damn this stupid thing. Not again!", I heard mum say. Even without popping1 my head 
inside the kitchen I knew that it was the dish-washer making trouble again. That was the 
third time this month. 
I hate it when the dish-washer breaks down, because I would end up doing the washing. 
Mum had given up hope on the dish-washer. But is not dad ! He loves it when something 
breaks down in the house. He is always out to prove that he is the handy man around the 
house. After the amount of money he had paid to have the dish-washer repaired, I was 
sure, he wouldn't believe in anymore repairs. I was wrong. 
When he got home and found out about the dish-washer, he was all ready to try out2 the 
new tool-set my uncle had bought for me recently. 
He started working on the dish-washer soon afterwards. The first thing he laid his hands 
on was the motor. God knows how he managed to get it out. This was preceded by a lot 
of banging and hammering. My mum and I spent the evening in the living-room, away 
from the noise. My mum did not quite mind the mess3 my dad was making, because the 
dish-washer was not functioning well anyway, even before it decided to go on "strike" 
that day for the third time. 
Dad continued to work through the evening. He was engrossed with the dish-washer and 
was not distracted4 by anything else. 
While preparing dinner, mum and I tried our best to avoid directing our curious eyes to 
my dad's working spot. But habit was so deeply ingrained5 that we found ourselves 
turning our eyes on him. Believe it or not, it wasn't so bad. There wasn't much of a mess. 
Just screws6 and spanners7 of different sizes lying around - apart from the dish-racks 
and the motor. Dad gave us a mischievious grin. 
We heard a couple of "ouches" and curses8 in the kitchen but did not approach him. 
There were sounds of deafening hammerings. Suddenly, dad shouted for help. He 
sounded desperate. 
Mum and I rushed to him. We knew what was coming. It was a disaster! On the kitchen 
floor was the motor which was somehow working on its own. The door was off its 
hinges.9 Dad was surely for the dish-washer's lid was off too. I was not surprised. Dad 
was capable of anything ! 
What did my dad have to say after all these ? "They do not make tools like they used to 
anymore!" That's my dad. 
The next best thing was to pull him away from the kitchen before he brought down the 
wires, saying that the wires had caused the trouble. My mum then called the Electric 
Company to collect the remains of the dishwasher. I went straight for the tools and 
placed them back in the store room. I was not surprised the least, when we did not 
receive any cash for the junk10 we sent away. 
1. pop /p4p/ (v) laøm (caùi gì) noå boáp 
2. try out /tra1 a$t/ (v) kieåm tra ai/caùi gì baèng caùch söû duïng ngöôøi ñoù/caùi ñoù – thöû nghieäm 
3. mess /mes/ (n) tình traïng loän xoän, böøa baõi 
4. distract /d1'str%kt/ (v) laøm roái trí, laøm laõng trí 
5. ingrained /1n9re1nd/ (adj) aên saâu, thaâm caên coá ñeá 
6. screw /skru:/ (n) ñinh vít 
7. spanner /'sp%n6(r)/ (n) côø leâ 
8. curse /k3:s/ (n) lôøi chöûi ruûa, caâu chöûi theà 
9. hinge /h1nd2/ (n) baûn leà 
10. junk /d2^nk/ (n) ñoà ñoàng naùt, ñoà taïp nhaïp ít giaù trò 
140. BEING THE ODD ONE OUT 
CON NGÖÔØI LAÏC LOÕNG 
I took a final look at myself in the mirror before I put on my high heeled shoes. I thought 
I looked presentable enough. My brother was furiously sounding the horn hurrying me 
up. I went down the steps with difficulty due to my shoes. The minute I stepped into the 
car, he sped off, not caring that my heart had leapt into my mouth. 
He was to meet his friends for a barbecue. He hated to take me along on such occasions. 
He said that I was a spoil-spon1 tagging along behind him. However, he had to bring me 
because my mother insisted. She said that every time he needed to use my father's car at 
night, he must take me along. Well, whether he liked it or not, he had to oblige. I was to 
one who had to bear his deafening nags2 while we travelled to and fro in the car. 
He stopped at the East Coast Park and told me to get down. I was nearly in tears 
because I thought the barbecue was to be held at friend's house. If I had known that it 
was to be at the beach, I would have at least put on my pants and flat sandals. I would 
never dream of going to such an occasion in party skirt and high heeled shoes. Oh... why 
didn't he inform me. Although I was very angry with him, I kept my peace. I knew better 
than to say anything. 
I hurried behind him towards the beach. When we reached the location, I was utterly 
shocked to find that there was not a single female soul around. His friends stared at me. 
I felt strange, although I still cannot interpret3 their stare. I looked down shyly, and my 
eyes met my skirt. At that moment, I felt like tearing it to pieces. 
The boys did not say anything to me. I realized that my presence was not welcome. I felt 
amixed feeling of embarrassment and anger. Who should I blame ? I thought everybody 
was to blame ; my mother, my brother and I. My thoughts was rudely interrupted by a 
rough voice offering me a seat on an overturned pot. I thanked him and sat, looking at 
the pitch black, moonless sky against the dark blue, calm waters. 
I had been in the company of boys for a number of times but the occasions were never 
as forbidding as this one. At home, my mother and I live among seven males. They are 
my father, two of his brothers, my elder brother and three younger brothers. I love their 
company. 
I was again interrupted by the rough voice. This time he offered me some mutton4 
cubes pierced in an iron skewer. Without thinking, I took it and began to eat. I shouted 
in pain when the burning skewer5 touched my lips. My unsympathetic brother turned 
around to look at me. Instead of doing something, he gave me a threatening look and 
turned away. I heard him telling his friends that I was a spoil-sport. 
I felt tears in my eyes but I would not permit them to fall. 
I waited patiently till 11.30 p.m. At exactly 11.30 p.m. my brother signalled to me to go 
the car. I walked away alone, without saying goodby to anybody. This time warm tears 
really poured down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away as I heard my brother 
coming up behind me. Then, I realized that being the odd one out was indeed trying. I 
thanked God that it was all over. 
1. spoil-sport /'sp01l sp0:t/ (n) ngöôøi phaù ñaùm 
2. nag /n%9/ (n) lôøi raày la, chæ trích lieân tuïc 
3. interpret /1n't3:pr1t/ (v) giaûi thích, lyù giaûi 
4. mutton /'m^tn/ (n) thòt cöøu ñaõ tröôûng thaønh 
5. skewer /'skj$6(r)/ (n) caùi xieân (ñeå nöôùng thòt, v.v)