英语故事改编

Where is the eggTeacher:Can you make a sentence with the word "egg"Student:Yes.I ate a piece of cake yesterday.Teacher:Then where is the “egg"Student:In the cake,Sir.鸡蛋在哪里？老师：你能用“鸡蛋”一词造句吗？学生：可以。我昨天吃了一块蛋糕。老师：“鸡蛋”在哪？学生：在蛋糕里，先生 追问： 可不可以长一些 回答： Tom is a little boy, and he is only seven years old. Once he goes to a cinema. It is the first time for him to do that. He buys a ticket and goes in. But after two or three minutes he comes out, and buys the second ticket and goes in again. After a few minutes he comes out again and buys the third ticket. Two or three minutes after that he comes out and asks for another ticket. But a girl asks him,“Why do you buy so many tickets How many friends do you meet” “No, I have no friends here, but a big woman always stops me at the door and cuts up my ticket.”After Keating had learnt the fine art training course conducted by the Children's Palace for two years,he draw a portrait by the fauvism for his father as his birthday gift.Looking at hisown"portrait painting" , his father felt a pang of pain, saying:"You'd better add the to it and convert it into a gorilla."汤姆是个小孩， 他才7岁。 当他去电影院的时候。那时他第一次去。他买了张票进去了。 但没过两三分钟他就出来了，然后买了第二张票又进去了。 几分钟后他又出来买了第三张票。 接着两三分钟后他又出来买票。 一个女的问她，“你为什么要买那么多票啊 你见到了几个朋友？" "没有， 我里面没朋友， 但是每当我进门的时候一位大的女人老把我的票给剪了"

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。

A merchant's Three Son商人的三个儿子 Once,long ago,there was an old merchant who had three sons."To which one shall i leave my fortune?"He wondered:"It must be to the cleverest son.But which one is the cleverest?" He called his three sons to him:"Here is some money,"he told them."You must each take one coin to buy something to fill this room shall have my fortune." "It is a big room,"said the eldest son. "One coin will not buy very much,"said the second son. But the youngest son said nothing.He stood and thought,and then he smiled,"come,brothers,"he said,"let us go to the market." The eldest son bought straw with his coin.But he bought only a bit straw with one coin.Even when he had spread it as much as he could,the straw covered only a corner of the room. The second son bought sand with his coin.But he bought only a bit of sand.Even when he had spread it as much as he could,the sand covered only half of the floor. "What did you buy?"The eldest son angrily asked his youngest brother,"you don't have any straw." "Yes,what did you buy?"The second son asked angrily,"you don't have any sand." "I bought this,"said the youngest brother. "A candle!"cried his brothers,"what good is a candle?" "Watch,"said the youngest brother. He lit the candle,and all at once the room was filled with light from wall to wall.From ceiling to floor! "Although you are the youngest,you are indeed the cleverest of my sons,"the old merchant said. And that is how,it came true,that the old merchant left his fortunde to his youngest son,the one who could fill a room with light. 很久以前,有一个上了年纪的商人,他有三个儿子."我该把家产留给哪个儿子呢?"他想,"应该把它留给最聪明的儿子.但是哪个最聪明呢?" 他把三个儿子叫到面前."这里有一些钱,"他告诉他们,"你们每人拿一枚银币去买一件可以装满这间屋子的东西.买到能装满这间屋子的人将得到我的家产. "这是一间很大的屋子."大儿子说. "一枚银币买不到多少东西."二儿子说. 但是小儿子却什么也没有说.他站在那儿想着,然后微笑."喂,哥哥们,"他说,"我们到市场上去吧!" 大儿子用他的钱买了麦穗.但一枚银币买到的只是一点儿麦穗,即使他尽量设法把麦穗铺开一些,麦穗遮住的也只是房间的一个角落.二儿子用钱买了沙子,但一枚银币买到的只不过是一点沙子,即使他尽量设法把沙子铺开一些,沙子也只遮住一半的地面. "你买了什么?"大儿子生气地问小弟,"你没买麦穗." "是啊,你买了什么?"二儿子也生气地问,"你没买沙子." "我买了这个."小弟说 "一根蜡烛!"他的哥哥们叫起来,"一根蜡烛有什么用?" "瞧吧,"小弟说.他点燃了蜡烛,房间从这边到那边,从天花板到地上,一下子全都充满了光亮! "虽然你最小,但你确实是我儿子中最聪明的."老人说. 这也就是那个老人如何把全部家产都留给了用亮光来充满房间的小儿子的故事.

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