The fun in childhood has one a large bamboo or wicker basket, take a metropolis to be brought every time your laugh, I take to be told to you now.
童年里的趣事有一箩筐，每当拿出来一件都会引得你发笑，我现在就拿出来一件给你们讲一讲。
I am that 3 years old years, there is field of an oily cauliflower before the door, look far, with respect to aureate like ocean, oil has a few ginkgo to cultivate on the side of cauliflower cropland, ginkgo leaf is small like fan is same. I in those days still am the small wind child that whats do not know. I lie in oily cauliflower cropland, like feeling oneself resemble a butterfly, fly in beautiful Tian Li. Not a little while, I see a shadow is being moved, still give out buzzing sound, I stand up, seeing is a bee, its head is inside oily cauliflower, the buttock outside. I am staring at it, ground of to walk gingerly goes to the side of it, left look, right look, still do not know this is what insect. I think it is sleeping, the heart thinks: Hello, small insect, how don't you still get up? I this big lazy bug rose, you had not risen, then you are bigger lazy bug! I see it was not moved, wear to its growl say: Composition / “ is big lazy bug, the sun basks in the buttock, you still do not rise! I say ” , it flew immediately, circle in my the top of head, resemble a battleplan, want to be attacked to me at any time. When saying late, fast in those days, it takes the advantage of me carelessly, pricked to my hand, frighten so that I shrink the hand rapidly come back. Can be already late, apian thorn already lunge in my hand, so painful that let me feel this finger is moved not know clearly, aching feeling and coma feeling run to me at a draught on this finger, I am painful wow cried. Mom hears cry, ran rapidly, ask how I return a responsibility, I told her its cause and effect, I still am crying to say to the bee: “ beats dead you, beat dead you, I call you to get up kindly, you still prick me unexpectedly, it is only bad insect really! After ” , mom told me apian knowledge.
我三岁那年，家门前有一片油菜花田，远远望去，就像一片金色的海洋，油菜花田旁边有几棵银杏树，银杏树叶就像一把小扇子一样。那时的我还是一个什么都不懂的小屁孩。我躺在油菜花田里，感觉自己像一只蝴蝶一样，飞翔在花田里。不一会儿，我看到一个影子在动，还发出嗡嗡的声音，我站起来，看到是一只蜜蜂，它的头在油菜花里面，屁股在外面。我盯着它，蹑手蹑脚地走到它旁边，左看看，右看看，还是不知道这是什么虫子。我以为它在睡觉，心想：喂，小虫子，你怎么还不起床呀？我这个大懒虫都起来了，你还没起来，那你就是更大的懒虫！我见它没有动，便对它吼着说：作文/“大懒虫，太阳都晒到屁股了，你还不起来！”我说完，它就立刻飞了出来，在我的头顶盘旋，像一架战斗机，随时要向我进攻。说时迟，那时快，它趁我一个不注意，就向我的手刺了一下，吓得我赶紧把手缩回来。可是已经晚了，蜜蜂的刺已经刺进了我的手里，痛得让我感觉这个手指都动不了了，疼痛感和麻木感一下子都跑到我这个手指上，我痛得哇哇哭了起来。妈妈听到哭声，赶紧跑了出来，问我怎么回事，我就把事情的来龙去脉告诉了她，我还哭着对蜜蜂说：“打死你，打死你，我好心叫你起床，你居然还刺我，真是只坏虫子！”之后，妈妈告诉了我蜜蜂的知识。
This happens in a thing of my childhood namely, although be a very small issue only, but let my remain fresh in one's memory however, so that see a bee now, also very fear.
这就是发生在我童年的一件事，虽然只是一件很小的事，但却让我记忆犹新，以至于现在看到蜜蜂，也很害怕。