创编英语小故事

That thing, that touched my heart

Raging wind, blowing, mercilessly on the ground dead twigs and withered leaves into the sky. The day, with grey veil covered face, looked gloomy......

"Dad, today's guzheng lessons you send me to go." I looked out the window at the non rain or snow weather,shuddering, can not help but begged dad. "Much, but also to send, oneself go by bus!" Dad shook hands withthe newspaper, said. I don't give up, twist to the father in front, and took his hand, Fadia said: "good father,you loved me, you see the winter

So cold, you send me -- "go"!!" Dad changed the usual loving "good father" image, resolute and decisive toput in a word, folded the newspaper, went straight to the room. My heart is cold, picked up the bag to my dadyelled loudly: "you will never be a good mother!" Then, turn on one's heel, the corridor echoed with "crash"the heavy

The sound of the door closing......

Walking in the gray sky, my heart also become overcast. The wind was still "whir" scraping, I stray hair flying in the air. The biting cold quietly penetrate into every of my skin, but I am unaware. Yes ah, who can always love my dad asked me to bear the cold alone, the bone pain. I step by step

On the road, let the wind blow me, any thoughts fixed in one scene: when I was ill, my father stayed up all night; my success, Dad smile; I lost, my dad made me happy...... The every little bit is like a movie in my eyes.I love my father, but he also love me? I can't bear to think of it, shook his head, can not help to speed up

The pace of.

Walk to the station, the bus came. I get on the train pulled out a card, a piece of paper fell out. What's this?Sit tight, I doubted to open one to see, can not help stunned. I am familiar with the father's hands forcefulwords appeared in front of me. My heart is not "hum" a, but I still take it leisurely and unoppressively to look down:

Baby, I'm sorry, please forgive my selfish. Dad is not don't love you, but love too deep. You know, if peopleeverywhere enjoy, do not exercise, it is very difficult to grow up. Remember, you will always be my little angel!

Now you hate people: Dad.

A layer of mist blurred my sight, my heart is like the waves of the sea a long time can not be calm, he lovesme! This deep love came too suddenly, let me be caught off guard, like a silver pulled my heartstrings. Dad, Iwas wrong about you, sorry! I know, it must have hurt dad, hurt too deep. I feel as though I can see Dad.

Dad's heart in the blood, and the heavy door is rubbing salt in his wounds, the pain has spread in his body. At this moment, I hate myself, why my intentions not to me, why am I on the father's approach to heart, why would I want to hurt I love and love my people? My hand was shaking, paper is wrinkled, I

The tears flows down in a moment......

Although my heart in the river ice is melting, but it touches the soul scars forever engraved in my heart.

再送你一个中文版的。

The Willful ChildJacob and Wilhelm GrimmOnce upon a time there was a child who was willful and did not do what his mother wanted. For this reason God was displeased with him and caused him to become ill, and no doctor could help him, and in a short time he lay on his deathbed.He was lowered into a grave and covered with earth, but his little arm suddenly came forth and reached up, and it didn't help when they put it back in and put fresh earth over it, for the little arm always came out again. So the mother herself had to go to the grave and beat the little arm with a switch, and as soon as she had done that, it withdrew, and the child finally came to rest beneath the earth.从前有个非常任性的小孩,她从不听母亲的话,上帝对此很不高兴,让她得了医生谁也治不好她的病,很快她就踏上了黄泉之路。人们把她的屍体放入了墓穴,然后向她身上撒泥土,但突然她的一只手臂伸了出来,向上举着。人们把她的手臂又塞了进去,继续撒泥土,但她的手臂又伸了出来。对此她母亲也无计可施,只得走下墓穴,用棍子在那手臂上敲了一下,它这才缩了进去,这样小女孩总算在地下安静地长眠了