In the depth of my memory, a beauty winds around up to now the mind in me, it is reminding me all the time: Be an upright person want honesty, not greedy, it is the most beautiful person!
在我的记忆深处，有一份美至今缭绕在我的心头，它每时每刻都在提醒我：做人要诚实，不贪婪，就是最美的人！
That day weekday, the guest came in the home, I according to mom bade go to a supermarket buying food. I am carrying basket, striding relaxed pace start off.
那天周日，家里来了客人，我按照妈妈的吩咐去超市买菜。我提着篮子，迈着轻松的步伐上路了。
A peaceful lane, one person is not had for nothing all around, ahead opens wide a white canal only. Cold wind is blown go up in the face, some thorn ache, I can'ted help quickening a pace. Hasty ground is driven toward the supermarket. When I am carrying dish basket settle accounts breathlessly, feel a pocket, just discovered purse to disappear without trace. I put down the basket in the hand blushingly, hastily fluctuation is being searched for. Be not being become hard is missing on the road, I can'ted help thinking of the lane when coming, I hurry along the road is searched for. But go around whole lane, empty-handed still. It is I go quickly probably, be blown to write a composition by wind / went; It is probably was collected by passerby I wear …… crankily, turn back downheartedly, when waiting to endure mom scold.
一条幽静的小巷，四周空无一人，前方只敞开一条洁白的小道。寒风刮在脸上，有些刺疼，我不禁加快了脚步。匆匆地赶往超市。当我气喘吁吁地提着菜篮结账时，摸了摸口袋，才发现钱包不翼而飞了。我羞愧地放下手中的篮子，急急忙忙地上下搜寻着。难不成是在路上丢失了，我不禁想到了来时的小巷，我赶紧沿路搜寻。可是跑遍整个小巷，还是一无所获。或许是我走得快，被风刮作文/走了；或许是被路人捡走了……我胡思乱想着，无精打采地往回走，等着挨妈妈的一顿责骂。
When just when my heart is grey meaning is cold, a hurried footstep is transmitted beside. “ girl, wait, is this purse yours? I had twisted ” the head looks, there is a purse to going toward me in an aunt hand. This is not my purse? I am surprizing extremely, exert all one's strength the ground nods to her. “ it is good that I waited in this a long time, see the look that you groan, this purse is you definitely. ” aunt hands me purse at the same time, say at the same time. Looking at this to go up the aunt of age, I do not know what to say temporarily gift is nice, it seems that all languages beyond expression the gratitude of my heart.
正当我心灰意冷之时，身边传来一阵急促的脚步声。“小姑娘，等一下，这钱包是你的吗？”我扭过头一看，一位大婶手里拿着一个钱包正朝我走来。这不正是我的钱包吗？我惊喜万分，使劲地对着她点点头。“我在这等了好半天了，看你唉声叹气的样子，这钱包准是你的。”大婶一边把钱包递给我，一边说。望着这位上了年纪的大婶，我一时不知道说什么才好，似乎所有的语言都无法表达我内心的感激。
Looking at the back that aunt leaves hurriedly, I have a kind of inarticulate kind, as if she is my family member, the world is the most beautiful most angel.
望着大婶匆匆离去的背影，我有一种说不出的亲切，仿佛她就是我亲人，天下最美最可爱的人。