关于写童年的英语作文
In the afternoon, the breeze gently blowing about 11 unfamiliar faces; sunlight sprinkled on the ground, adding to the somewhat angry. I was standing under a tree. This is really a hot summer, as young as 5 years old I, like heart and look childish. I'm waiting for cousin and his cousin, I have an appointment to go to adventure with them.
Time as the leaves of the "imperfections" sound goes forward. People really drowsy afternoon Na, either cousin and his cousin suddenly appeared behind me, I might have been lying in this snore of.
"You are shameless!" I am dissatisfied with it, "that you so long to come, I have to sleep!"
"Today we do not go to adventure, and we play this bar!" Upon saying this, cousin does not know where to pull out of a football. Humph! Obvious that he was timid and afraid to go their own! But look at you with football's sake, Oh, give you a face.
"Good!" My cousin applaud.
To find a drift with cinnamon open spaces, with their feet control the football, forget everything, forget the whole world.
"Black!" A loud crash, stunned us, suddenly anxious to know what to do. As the saying goes: Thirty-Six Stratagems away as fast as the best way!
We looked at each other boo, to the soles of the feet of the point of wiping oil, stroll in!
Cousin afraid of my aunt scolded and hid in my home. See his expression, that he is very uncomfortable, because the ball is his band to play suggested that he mention that he kicked the glass is broken.
An emergency, I wanted to pee-pee. On the toilet in my time, my cousin was stuck in the toilet, forced me to help him a scapegoat. Huh? Bear the blame for that? Let's just let out of the toilet start to say, I takes numerous! I was forced to agree, and only from that horrible place to escape.
What is a black mark against them in the end? By the way, my mother frying pan is not black do?哈哈! Made a scapegoat can be really easy ah!
Not surprisingly, that family turned out her door came. Mother to kick out the three of us one by one, I am carrying a black mark against them, from the bed to climb out of.
Mom looked at me, she stayed, I stayed. One asked, things began to realize that context, he was angry, but there are enough to create misunderstandings.
The memories are always with a smile. Afternoon breeze blowing over again, which is the childhood mixed atmosphere, sealed in their hearts, has been and will always be!