关于写童年的英语作文


关于写童年的英语作文

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【关于写童年的英语作文】关于写童年*英语作文
In the afternoon, the breeze gently blowing about 11 unfamiliar faces; sunlight sp*nkled on the g*und, 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 d*wsy 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 dissati*ied 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 appl*d.
To find a d*ft with cinnamon open *s, with their feet cont*l the football, forget *rything, 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, st*ll in!
Cousin afraid of my *nt scolded and hid in my home. See his expression, that he is very uncomfortable, bec*se the ball is his band to play suggested that he mention that he kicked the glass is b*ken.
An emergency, I wanted to pee-pee. On the toilet in my time, my cousin was stuck in the toilet, forced me to * him a scapegoat. Huh? Bear the blame for that? Let"s just let out of the toilet start to say, I takes nume*us! I was forced to agree, and only f*m that hor*ble place to escape.
What is a black *rk 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 surp*singly, that family turned out her door came. Mother to kick out the three of us one by one, I am carrying a black *rk against them, f*m the bed to climb out of.
Mom looked at me, she stayed, I stayed. One asked, things be* to realize that context, he was angry, but there are enough to create misunderstandings.
The memo*es are always with a *ile. Afternoon breeze blowing over again, which is the childhood mixed atmosphere, sealed in their hearts, has been and will always be!

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