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1、 儿童节英语手抄报内容：那时的我们童年的我们，会在沙地里追赶玩耍，不管摔倒几次，总会在各种挫折中爬起来。童年的我们，无忧无虑，没有任何工作生活的苦恼，只是活在父母的爱和爱护当中。 Childhood we, will chase play in the sand, no matter fell several times, always up in all kinds of frustrations. Childhood we, be light of heart from care, no work the troubles of life, just live in love and pr
2、otection of parents. 童年的我们，会在百花簇放的春天里，追赶五颜六色的蝴蝶;会在绿意葱葱的夏季，嬉戏在蝉鸣蝈叫中;会在金黄色的秋天里，看落叶如天使般旋转飘舞;会在银装素裹的冬天，穿着厚厚的外套，戴着红红的手套，奔驰在漫天雪地里，累了，就缩在母亲暖和的怀抱里，听着那醉人的催眠曲，甜甜入睡，好像欢乐是永恒的，永久都不会晓得醉红楼，梦断天际为何物。 Childhood we, will be placed in the spring flowers clusters, chasing butterflies will be riotous with colour; the gre
3、en trees in summer, cicadas in the game in one name; in the golden autumn, to see the leaves dancing as the angel rotation; in winter, the outer sleeve wear thick, wearing a red gloves, running in the sky snow, tired, will shrink in the mother warm arms, listening to the intoxicating lullaby, sweet
4、sleep, it seems happy forever, never know drunk, what other side of the mountain. 那时的我们，会和伙伴们共享着一角钱一带的唐僧肉，而终不知沧海桑田，曲终人散;那时的我们，会折下柳条做一个简洁的笛子，然后兴致勃勃，欢天喜地的狂乱瞎吹，而从不在乎别人是否会笑话自己的笛技;那时的我们，会在画纸上画上大大的向日葵，放在枕头下，认为这样太阳公公就会钻进梦里，与自己玩耍;那时的我们，会在清风微徐的黄昏，望着无边无际挂满星星的天空，天真的以为月亮里坐着一位白发苍苍的月亮姥姥，终年不连续的在砸坚果吃。 Then we, and
5、partners share a dime in the vicinity of Tang Seng meat, but not great, come to an end; then we will fold under the willow, do a simple flute, and then be in the best of spirits, be full of joy in the wild have, and never care whether others will laugh at his flute skill; then we, in the paper draw
6、big sunflower, under the pillow, so that the sun will into the dream, and his play; then we will be in the wind, micro Xu evening, looking at the boundless hanging stars of the sky, naive to think that the moon sat a grey-haired moon grandma, not all the year round interrupted at smashing nuts. 手指纠缠
7、着模糊过往，敲打出悦耳的音符，童年趣事在指尖游走，那是一张张或明或暗，或深或浅的画，那是一页页或黑或白，或红或绿的素笺。而这些纯真的书卷，似锈蚀的刀镰，一遍又一遍割着我们的记忆;又似一季斑驳的精华，飞花烟雨，过后无期! Fingers entangled with hazy past, beating out the notes of song, my childhood at the fingertips of walk, that is a piece of Huoming or dark, or deep or shallow drawing, that is a page or whi
8、te or black, or red or green pigment. These pure scroll, like rusty knife sickle, again and again to cut our memory; and like cream, season with rain after the fly, no period! 落英缤纷，赶来赶去的年华里，我们从无忧无虑的欢乐走向为了生活不得不奋斗的颠簸，从纯净如白雪的天真走向再也不会与一堆沙丘为伍为伴的成熟，从清亮雪白的眼睛走向桃花净尽后的凄然零落。 Fallen petals lie in profusion., ch
9、ased away years, we to have to struggle to live be light of heart from care bumps from pleasure, as pure as snow from innocence to never again and a pile of sand dunes along with the mature, from the clear white eyes toward the peach blossom end after the desolate ran away. 漂泊在大都市的霓虹闪耀里，如一颗无依无靠的孤魂，四
10、处飘散，泪眼倚楼频独语，抑或由于争取那触手不行及的幸福，抑或由于一月清辉的红尘旧梦，抑或由于风往沉香幽梦已逝的无奈，抑或由于剪破烟花后的人去楼空。那份最初的笑容，最初的单纯，如一纸未了的夙愿沉淀在梦的悲伤里。 Wandering in the metropolis of the flashing neon lights, like a helpless souls, floating around, with teary eyes I monologue, or for the tentacle may not and happiness, or because the January shi
11、ning red dreams, or because the wind to aloes dream is helpless, or because the cut after the deserted fireworks. The first smile, first simple, such as a piece of unfinished dream long-cherished wish of the precipitation in blue. 那等待放学后嬉戏的童年，仿佛是用来思念的，长大后的我们也总是碎碎念念，越来越思念那些碎花般的旧时间，扫黛窗前月，惆怅如春草一样，密密层层，条条状状，从未削减，也不失约。 Wait for after school the childhood game, as if to miss, growing up we always pieces of pronouncing, more and miss the old days those flowers like Dai, scan window, such as the spring grass as melancholy, packed closely layer upon layer, strip shape, never the less, do not miss.
