Father's childhood is a beautiful and gorgeous flower, it blooms in wide field, bloom to fall in flourish large tree, bloom in clear in the brook that sees an end.
爸爸的童年是一朵美丽绚烂的花朵，它盛开在广阔的田野里，盛开在茂盛的大树下，盛开在清澈见底的小河里。
Listening to father to tell him in one's childhood story, I feel full of humour and wit. Father has been told to me a lot of he in one's childhood story, most those who let my remain fresh in one's memory is to catch crab.
听着爸爸讲他小时候的故事，我感觉妙趣横生。爸爸给我讲过很多他小时候的故事，最让我记忆犹新的就是抓螃蟹了。
My father grows in a region of rivers and lakes, water is everywhere over there, it is a good place that catchs crab. It is by the side of the river of a river, having two kinds of holes, one kind is anguine hole of the circle, still one is plant is elliptic crab hole, male fellow students of father often dig crab hole to the side of the river, after catching crab, put in the home. Still the classmate catchs disgusting big leech, use gally young fellow student. Although they very fear, but they still also hide at the back stretchy curiously composition looks at the neck. They discover big leech is kicked actually not dead, walk not to die, still burn do not die!
我爸爸生长在水乡，那里到处是水，是个抓螃蟹的好地方。在一条河的河边，有着两种洞，一种是圆形的蛇洞，还有一种是椭圆形的螃蟹洞，爸爸的男同学们常常到河边掏螃蟹洞，抓完螃蟹后放在家里。还有一些胆子很大的同学去抓恶心的大蚂蟥，用来吓唬小同学。虽然他们很害怕，但他们也还是躲在后面伸长了脖子好奇地作文看着。他们发现大蚂蟥竟然踢不死、踩不死，还烧不死呢！
My father can be an ace that catchs crab. He often secretly a person catchs crab to the side of the river, although crab is very tricky very fierce, but father the disease of bold but cautious, eye with him is swift-handed, have more than is needed how long on windowsill filled up with potted bottle, there is a small crab in every potted bottle. He often stands jauntily in window edge, will enjoy his captured equipment. Lie between not how long, his grandma is met winkle a few big, will to him do small area of a delicate —— to stick crab. Crab is wrapped above pink, issue oily boiler blast, vinegar of rice of a few spoon is added before facing a boiler. Ah! This is father is delicate. When father is told, as if returned childhood, scrutiny still discovers father's corners of the mouth is shedding a few mouth water.
我的爸爸可是一个抓螃蟹的高手。他经常偷偷一个人到河边抓螃蟹，虽然螃蟹很狡猾很凶，但爸爸凭着他的胆大心细、眼疾手快，用不了多久窗台上就摆满了罐头瓶，每个罐头瓶里都有一只小螃蟹。他常常洋洋得意地站在窗边，来欣赏他的战利品。隔不多久，他的奶奶就会挑出几只大的，来给他做一道美味——小面粘螃蟹。螃蟹裹上面粉，下油锅炸，临出锅前加几勺米醋。啊！这就是爸爸的美味。爸爸讲的时候仿佛回到了童年，细看还发现爸爸的嘴角流着几滴口水。
Ah! I envy father's childhood really.
呀！我真羡慕爸爸的童年。(文/孙梓清)