英语作文童年的回忆

发布网友发布时间：2022-04-26 14:26

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热心网友时间：2022-06-29 03:53

小时候，我家住在胡同深处的一个四合院中。
记得那时候，院子中、胡同里年龄相仿的小孩们都是我的玩伴。放学后、假期里，在胡同中都会看到我们的身影。
我们的游戏很简单，但都充满乐趣。
春天，当大人们放飞各式各样的风筝时，我们就会用几根竹篾、一张纸、一根长长的线，做成最简单也最廉价的风筝—“屁帘”。欢呼着、奔跑着放松手中的长线。在风中，风筝越飞越高，和大人们的沙燕、蝴蝶不相上下，心中充满了得意。几乎每次都是不小心，把自己的风筝缠在了他人的风筝上或是电线上取不下来时，才十分不情愿的离开……..
夏天是最开心的季节。迎来了快乐的暑假。急急的写完作业，我们经常拿着不知从何处找来的竹竿和自己熬制的胶，一起去粘蜻蜓和知了。那时的蜻蜓似乎比现在多许多，每次都能轻而易举的捉许多（现在想起来真是汗颜）；也时常背着家人去后海游泳，把皮肤晒的黑黑的。但即使这样也是乐此不疲。
秋天，当树叶飘落，我们最喜爱的游戏就是“拔根”。从落叶中挑出最粗、最结实的叶柄，然后去和小伙伴较量，看谁的能坚持的最久而不被折断。这样的游戏能持续整个秋季…….
冬天，我们按照课外书上教的那样，用玻璃瓶装上水、染料和小灯泡，冻成冰灯。然后满心欢喜的四处炫耀。每到下雪，胡同里的孩子们就会聚在一起堆雪人。雪人高高的，有着煤球做的眼睛、辣椒做的嘴，一把笤帚当作胳膊，小铁桶当作他的帽子…….打雪仗也是我们最喜欢的。孩子们会分成两拨，各自选出投手进行战斗，其他人有的负责制作“炮弹”，有的负责运输。战斗到激烈时候，所有的“战士”都参加进来。每次都是小手冻得通红，浑身上下湿淋淋的。
随着时间的流逝，我们已渐渐长大，童年离我们已经一去不返，再也无处找寻，我们再也无法回到过去，再也不能去做童年时的游戏…..
面对现实整日忙忙碌碌、纷纷扰扰的世界，真的希望能有个时光隧道，带我回到从前，回到童年时代，再也不会来……….

As a child, I lived in the depths of an alley in the courtyard.
I remember at that time, the yard, alley, similar to the age of the children who are my friends. After school, holidays, in an alley in the city to see our shadow.
Our game is very simple, but fun.
In the spring, when the great people of all kinds of kite flying, we would have a few Bamboo, a piece of paper, a long line, made the simplest and most low-cost flying - "fart curtain." Cheers, relax in the hands of running a long-term. In the wind, the more over the high-flying, and the people of Sand Martin, about the same butterflies, hearts full of pride. Almost every time I do not care, their entangled in a kite-flying on others or do not get down on the wire, only very reluctant to leave ... ... ..
Summer is the happiest season. Ushered in a happy summer vacation. Trying to finish the work, we often do not know where to get a hold of their own Ao of bamboo and plastic, to stick together and dragonflies of us. At that time the dragonfly appears to be many more than it is now, and every time it's easy to catch many of the (now with shame really think of it); also carrying a family from time to time to sea after swimming, drying of the skin black. But even if this is this way.
In the fall when the leaves falling, we favorite games is to "uproot." From the leaves out in the most crude, the most solid of the petiole, and then to partners and small game to see who's able to adhere to the longest without being broken. This game can be sustained in the fall of the whole ... ....
In winter, we teach in accordance with extra-curricular books, loaded with glass bottles in Sheung Shui, dyes and small light bulbs, Dongcheng Ice. Then full of joy around the show. Every snow, the alley where the kids will get together snowman. Snowman high, the briquettes do have eyes and mouth do chili, Tiaozhou as an arm, his small drum as a hat ... .... We also snowball fights favorite. The children will be divided into rebutted those claims, each elected to carry out pitcher fighting, and some others responsible for the proction of the "shells", and some in charge of transport. To the fierce fighting, all the "fighters" were involved. Every time the little hand is red with cold, up and down all the dripping wet.
With the passage of time, we have grown up graally, we have gone from childhood, no longer looking for, we no longer be able to return to the past, can no longer do at the time of childhood games ... ..
In the face of reality busy day, one after another Raorao world, really hope that there will be a time tunnel, take me back, back to childhood, and will never come ... ... ....
以上回答你满意么？追问要原创！搜来的我还不会吗。。

热心网友时间：2022-06-29 03:53

One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music. Then one day, you will find that the things you try hard to forget are already gone.
一个人总要走陌生的路，看陌生的风景，听陌生的歌，然后在某个不经意的瞬间，你会发现，原本是费尽心机想要忘记的事情真的就那么忘记了When tomorrow turns in today, yesterday, and someday that no more important in your memory, we suddenly realize that we are pushed forward by time. This is not a train in still in which you may feel forward when another train goes by. It is the truth that we've all grown up. And we become different.
当明天变成了今天成为了昨天，最后成为记忆里不再重要的某一天，我们突然发现自己在不知不觉中已被时间推着向前走，这不是静止火车里，与相邻列车交错时，仿佛自己在前进的错觉，而是我们真实的在成长，在这件事里成了另一个自己。
The more you wanna know whether you have forgotten something, the better you remember; I once heard that, the only thing you can do when you no longer have something is not to forget.
你越想知道自己是不是忘记的时候，你反而记得越清楚，我曾经听人说过，当你不能再拥有的时候，唯一可以做的就是令自己不要忘记。