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美國某學校小學生作文

(2009-11-25 18:55:05) 下一個
看到網友希望我寫寫英文博文,這事我可不敢。去年,洪晃用鳥文寫了篇博,讓美國某12歲的學生給挑了120個錯誤。名人都這水平,我就免了,我還是好好練練中文吧。

我家二寶昨天寫了篇作文,她的英文應該比我地道。我貼上來讓大家看看。兒童的英語一定很口語化,這一定符合網友對我的要求。我越來越發現,我家這還不到十歲的孩子很有寫小說的天賦,以後我得向她學學。

另外,昨天我家鄰居的美國人把房子賣了,整個街道都在奔走相告。美國房市這麽不景氣,他們隻用了一星期幾乎以原價就把房子賣了。這說明什麽呢?說明我家這裏的風水好啊。去年,我們自己賣房子隻用了兩天,也創下個奇跡。這讓我不禁想起了我母親對我說過的話,你這孩子,能給你周圍的人帶來好運。就為這,朋友們啊,你們一定要多來俺這裏和俺們的村子來逛逛。

畢竟咱還“年輕” ,昨晚睡了一宿好覺,今天就感覺神情氣爽了,我還到公園跑了個圈回來。我就不相信我真會有什麽心病。再歇歇,我就會把大學趣事給白活完了。

二寶的作文如下:

It was three o’ clock at the Rimsleys’ house. Matthew Rimsley was asleep, and the rest of the family as well. His mother turned gently in her sleep and his father snored loudly. Then, Matthew suddenly sat straight up in his bed. He was panting, and tiny droplets of sweat dotted his face. He had a terrifying dream… where an evil creature ruled. “Matthewwwwwww….Matthewww…..”the creature had called in his dream,” I willll see you one day…hisssssssssss” .That’s when he woke up. He was about to fall asleep again when his 12 year old sister, Anne, came into his room. Her face was pale in the moonlight. Before he could ask her why she came in, she held her finger to her lips, and said: “Come with me to the enchanted Blackwood forest…”

All of a sudden, their parents’ room’s door creaked open. “Matthew? Anne? Are you awake?” called a tired voice. Anne and Matthew slipped into Matthew’s bed and pretended that they were asleep. Their mother pushed the door open, and saw only Matthew pretending to sleep. She smiled and closed the door behind her. As soon as she left, Matthew immediately pulled the covers off him and Anne. He said to her: “I’ll go with you to this forest.”

Several days went by, and they finally saw trees instead of city lights and buildings. The forest was very strange. Lizards and snakes slinked around the forest ground. In the distance, they heard the humming and chanting of tribes nearby. They could also hear crackling and snapping of the fire. Suddenly, a neighing was heard. The chanting stopped. Anne and Matthew heard it get louder as they ran into the forest. Branches whipped their faces and dust choked them as they half ran, half stumbled down a steep hill. A large chariot burst from a bush and started to chase them. Anne ran one way and Matthew ran the other. The gladiator in the chariot hesitated, and then decided to chase Anne. Matthew ran, and didn’t look back until he was too tired to run anymore. When he finally stopped, he looked behind him to see if was being chased, was surprised to see the chariot and gladiator gone, with Anne too! “Anne! Anne! Can you hear me?” His voice echoed back, and there was no other sound except the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

Night dawned on the forest. The moon danced in the sky as Matthew walked on. He was feeling drowsy. He decided to stop. He lay in the grassy bedded ground. As he slept, trees seemed to corner him as branches swayed in the rhythm of the wind.

                                                                         When he woke up, he was surprised to see a native looking seriously into his eyes. Matthew could see fear in his eyes. The native muttered something to him and gestured to other natives to come closer. Matthew sat up. A native said: “Unherthica, has returned…”

 Matthew found out that the tribe was the Blackwood Indians. The chief was a man named Alejoah, and that they would help find Anne in exchange for Matthew’s gold and silver wrist-watch. He watched them silently as they pressed the watch to their ears.

The next day, Matthew woke up early to see Alejoah standing by his reed mat. “Come,” he whispered,”The others are still sleeping. We will go search for Unherthica’s lair. Matthew eagerly nodded, and followed Alejoah. They wandered for days. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned into months. The sun beat on their heads. Sweat ran down their faces and backs.

 One day, they came across a tree with a trunk longer than fifty-five people side-by-side. In one side of the trunk, there was a perfectly carved gladiator, and the other side skull and cross-bones. Matthew and Alejoah crept silently to the tree and touched the carvings. It left a burned mark on their fingers. Matthew was sucking his finger to ease the pain, but Alejoah just muttered something that sounded like “Pasdh”, a passageway opened into the tree. A small girl was tied up in the center.” Anne!” cried Matthew.

They ran outside, but Unherthica blocked their way. They gasped. An evil smile crept on his face. HE knocked Alejoah down. Matthew saw a little sword sticking out from Alejoah’s pocket. On it was a note that said:

 

                        Matthew-

                        When danger strikes, slay whoever threatens you with this sword.

                                                           

                                                            -Alejoah

                                   

Matthew picked up the sword and charged at Unherthica, who was fighting Anne. Anne had learned karate two years ago. They were locked in combat. Unherthica looked up and screamed. The sword pierced his chest, and he fell, dead. Matthew checked to see if he was dead. Unherthica didn’t move. Matthew went to Alejoah, who stood up, taller than ever, and smiled. “You have bravely fought. You deserve a reward.

 

Anne, Matthew and Alejoah returned home, and Alejoah promised to take them again someday. Unherthica was dead, and the gladiator fled. All was good.

 

3-28-08  4:40PM

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