高考英语作文 旧书 1000字

高考英语作文 旧书 1000字

高考英语作文 旧书 1000字

College Entrance Examination Old book 1000 words

以下是此篇高考英语作文的英文翻译版：
When I was cleaning up at home, I picked up a tattered book at the bottom of a bookcase.

This book is green cover, and "fable story" four characters in block letters, the book also issued a light aroma, remind me of grandpa little miss.

My eyes felt wet, but I had a smile on my lips. I miss my grandfather very much. When I was little, my grandfather always told me stories on fine nights. He always had a book in his hand and his other hand stroked my small head. At that time, I felt grandpa's hands were very rough, I said grandpa your hands were not smooth enough for my head, grandpa always smiled and told a story, telling the story in the book, I always listened with relish.

I lay in Grandpa's arms and fell asleep sweetly. I still hear grandpa's voice of vicissitudes and the air together, caring for my dreams. I said Grandpa this book is very new ah! Grandpa said it was a long time ago. It's funny when I say these stories. I also said that the person who hid his ears and stole the bell is really stupid, the person who encouraged the plant will certainly not farm, and the people in this book are stupid dead.

Grandpa said yes, yes, yes, my grandson is the smartest. In this way, I spent every happy day in the sound of Grandpa's stories. The days were so happy and free, and my lovely grandfather and his endless stories, and my hand opened page after page of this old book. The smiling faces of memory are all printed on this old yellow paper, which is as rough as grandpa's hand, and is full of vicissitudes of life. My tear unconsciously fell on the vicissitudes of the word, I really miss grandpa. As time eroded my childhood, it also took away my beloved grandfather. Grandpa died, and no one told me those "stupid stories" anymore.

I cried all day the day Grandpa died. My mother said my eyes were swollen like a bag from crying, how I wished grandpa would tell me stories again, listening to Grandpa's warm voice in the clear night sky. I love it when Grandpa puts his hands on my little head. I remember the last story my grandfather told me was to cut his feet and try his shoes, which was another "story of a stupid dead man." I laughed until my stomach hurt.

Grandpa said, Grandchild, you must be a smart man. Then I fell asleep in Grandpa's arms. After that, Grandpa never told me a story again. The book was on Grandpa's bed, and he died with it. Mom said to throw the book away, grandpa is not here, I cried to the book to come over, and told them that no one can touch the book.

And so I put it at the bottom of the bookcase, where it remains to this day. The book is no longer new, and every word in it is alive. Every word in the book is the portrayal of my grandfather and my happiness, I can not forget, the familiar story one by one, can not forget every moment with grandpa. Memories remind me of my grandfather, at this moment I feel that this book is so heavy, and I feel that this book is so warm. Grandpa's smiling face seems to be on every page of the book. I suddenly hope grandpa can tell me a story under a clear night sky again.

I put the book in its place, but my eyes never left the old book that recorded the story between me and my grandfather.
以下是汉语原文带重点词汇注释版：
当我在家里打扫卫生的时候，我在一个书架的底部捡到了一本破烂的书。这本书是绿色的封面，还有“寓言故事”四个大字的正体字母，书里还散发着淡淡的香气，让我想起了爷爷的小思念。我的眼睛湿润了，但我的嘴唇上却挂着微笑。我非常想念我的祖父。当我小的时候，我的祖父总是在晴朗的夜晚给我讲故事。他总是手里拿着一本书，另一只手抚摸stroke； fondle；着我的小脑袋。那时候，我觉得爷爷的手很粗糙，我说爷爷你的手不够光滑，我的头，爷爷总是笑着讲故事，讲书中的故事，我总是津津有味with relish； unction； with keen pleasure；地听着。我躺在爷爷的怀里，甜甜地睡着了。我依然听到hear；爷爷沧桑vicissitude；的声音和空气在一起，牵挂着我的梦想。我说爷爷这本书很新啊!爷爷说那是很久以前的事了。我说这些故事的时候很有趣。我还说，藏耳偷钟的人真笨，鼓励种草的人肯定不会种地，这本书里的人都笨死了。爷爷说是的，是的，是的，我的孙子是最聪明的。就这样，我在爷爷讲故事的声音中度过了快乐的每一天。那些日子是那么快乐和自由，还有我可爱的爷爷和他讲不完的故事，我的手一页一页地翻开这本旧书used books； second-hand books；。记忆的笑脸smiling face；，都印在这张老旧的黄纸上，粗糙得像爷爷的手，充满了沧桑vicissitude；。我的眼泪不自觉地落在沧桑vicissitude；的字里行间，我真的很想念爷爷。时光侵蚀了我的童年，也带走了我深爱的祖父。爷爷去世了，再也没有人给我讲那些“愚蠢的故事”了。爷爷去世的那天，我哭了一整天。妈妈说我哭得眼睛肿得像个袋子，我多么希望爷爷能再给我讲一次故事，在晴朗的夜空night sky； firmament；里听爷爷温暖的声音。我喜欢爷爷把手放在我的小头上。我记得祖父给我讲的最后一个故事是割脚试鞋，这又是一个“愚蠢死人的故事”。我一直笑到肚子疼。爷爷说:孙子，你一定是个聪明人。然后我在爷爷的怀里睡着了。从那以后，爷爷再也没给我讲过故事。这本书在爷爷的床上，他和它一起死去了。妈妈说要把书扔掉，爷爷不在这里，我哭着要书过来，并告诉他们谁也不能碰书。所以我把它放在书架的底部，直到今天它还在那里。这本书不再no longer； no more；是新的，但里面的每一个字都是有生命的。书中的每一个字都是爷爷和我幸福的写照，我无法忘记，熟悉的故事一个接一个，无法忘记和爷爷在一起的每一刻。回忆让我想起了我的爷爷，这一刻我觉得这本书是那么的沉重，我觉得这本书是那么的温暖。爷爷的笑脸smiling face；似乎出现在书的每一页上。我突然希望爷爷能在晴朗的夜空night sky； firmament；下再给我讲一个故事。我把书放回原处，但我的目光从未never； never a； not for a moment； at no period；离开过那本记录着我和祖父之间among； whiles； inter-；故事的旧书used books； second-hand books；。