关于六一儿童节的英语散文

2025-02-14 20:42:58

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Children's Day on June 1 Prose

Yesterday was the June 1 International Children's Day, the streets were full of children to see the parents busy on the scene. Major stores counters children, was bustling. Still shopping center at the Organization of the kindergarten rotating performances. The children put on a show that parents happy and sad, under the blinking neon. Every child knows this is the Children's Day.

I think to my June 1. Memory time slowly filtering, complexity becomes simple. I was the so-called "1980s", as is the dark after the dawn of fuzzy. Childhood is uncertain. I was born in a remote village, I can not find the time going through the complexity of the cultural memory, no performances, no gifts, no applause, no neon. I do not know what is on June 1 festival? I only know that this day will be a day of leave, as is a special Sunday. On that day, the school is deserted, we all scattered in the mountains, the river, not like some tethered kites. We can not think of anything interesting complex performances, activities. Our happiness in a simple hide-and-seek game, the crimson lately. Simple but not tired. This is the blossoming spring, Hill is luxuriantly green, the soil wetting, Cong-Cong wild flowers are all around.

Now coming, I like the missing art, language best period of development. I am wrong, no sense of beauty, fear foreign language, is the reason why. My father said that I have two hands playing the piano, I was helpless. The ancients often lament : untimely. I do not think so, because even now read Forum poor mountain children's articles, let me angry is still full. I do not know whether communist society is the real "." But the past 20 hours, the situation remains. When beliefs are suspected, beliefs would not call it faith.

Looking at the desolation grass-house scale children's clear eyes, I doubt fair; Watching the backward conditions of life helpless souls, and I hope contempt; Watching immature body pressure on the coal basket. the next cycle, I forget freedoms; Watching premature difficult for a living and painful struggle, I can not find childhood. Faced with dirty appearance, sincere cry : I want to go to school, I wondered corruption Project Hope donations to the black heart?

The world is not fair nor unfair, but equal. Born environment quite different, not fair to measure, but the spirit can equal. Equal happiness. I hope that every child, city, village can have a happy childhood. I hope that when the poor mountain children to their childhood memories when there smiling faces.