用英语写一篇有你的经历中最有趣的事(追加100分)
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发布时间：2022-05-15 00:14
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热心网友
时间：2023-07-27 07:58
如下：
Winter has passed, but I also recall an interesting thing that happened in the winter vacation - setting off firecrackers.
冬天过去了，但我也在寒假里回味发生的一件有趣的事情——燃放鞭炮。
Setting off firecrackers is the tradition of the new year. It is the most interesting thing for our children in the new year. Well, our new year this year will be grandma's "firecracker" day.
放鞭炮是新年的传统，对我们的孩子来说，在新的一年里是最有趣的事情。那么，我们今年的新年将是外婆家的“爆竹”日。
I will buy firecrackers. After buying them, I can't wait to tear up the plastic bag for packaging firecrackers, but I see that many kinds of firecrackers really weigh Tianbao, bombers and parachutes.
我会买鞭炮，买了以后，我迫不及待地撕破了包装鞭炮的塑料袋，但我看到很多种鞭炮也真的重天宝，轰炸机和降落伞。
The most common match guns are sand cannons and fireworks. There are many kinds.
最常见的火柴*还有沙炮、烟火，有很多种。
What a fun winter vacation!
这个寒假玩得真开心！
热心网友
时间：2023-07-27 07:58
The bike, a black Kona 18 speed, was our only transport. Trevor used it to get to work, putting in 60-hour weeks to support his young family. And the bike was also used to get groceries（食品杂货），saving us from having to walk long distances from where we live.
I was so sad that someone would steal our bike that I wrote to the newspaper and told them our story. Shortly after that, several people in our area offered to help. One wonderful stranger even bought a bike, then called my husband to pick it up. Once again my husband had a way to get to and from his job. It really is an honor that a complete stranger would go out of their way for someone they have never met before.
People say that a smile can be passed from one person to another, but acts of kindness from strangers are even more so. This experience has had a spreading effect in our lives because it strengthened our faith in humanity as a whole. And it has influenced us to be more mindful of ways we, too, can share with others. No matter how big or how small, an act of kindness shows that someone cares. And the results can be everlasting.
热心网友
时间：2023-07-27 07:58
It is like finding a hole in the universe. A door nobody else knows about. You swimg it open and crawl through into the streets of a small town. You pass the barbershop. The pharmacy. The bank. The grocery. Maybe a row of grain elevators on the edge of town. All the houses are white.
People are sitting out on their porches as if theyve been expecting you. They wave and say a few words. Some ask you to come up and visit for a time. They want to know what you were doing before you fell asleep and what you plan on donig when you wake up. Theyre fascinated by it all. Sleep is the sole religion of this town. Icons of their reclining saints are
everywhere. On Sundays even the infirm gather their pillows and blankets and walk to church to lie down on the pews and worship their great and slumbering god. Its such a pleasant place, you almost hate to leave.
