难忘的背影中考优秀英语作文带翻译篇2
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难忘的背影中考优秀英语作文带翻译篇2
夕阳普照
的河畔边，栀子花早已怒放。像一缕缕破碎的素帛。
斑斑驳驳印满汾河。远去的雁阵是一行平白直露的日
子。秋香来
临。飘零一地的往事乘着秋风，与金黄的叶子一同起舞，飘飘撒
撒，飘进了我的心中
。栀子花的缕缕幽香箱在空气中酝酿。带着
回忆的气息。一点一点传送着。在异常寒冷到可比肩冬天的秋
天。
将那个背影，推到我的眼前。给我带来了无限的温暖。
By the Bank
of the river where the sun sets, gardenias are
already in full bloom. Like broken silk. The
Fenhe River is mottled
and printed. The wild
geese array in the distance is a day of plain
white and straight dew. Autumn is coming.
Floating in the past,
riding the autumn wind,
dancing with the golden leaves, floating and
scattering, floating into my heart. The
continuous fragrance box of
gardenia is
brewing in the air. With the smell of memories.
Bit by bit.
In the autumn of unusually cold to
comparable winter. Push that
back to my eyes.
It brings me infinite warmth.
那是一个栀子花香随风弥漫的秋日的傍晚，三年级的我收拾
起书包极不情愿的起身离开我最爱的地方
------学校。回到我最不
情愿的地方------家。回了家。弟弟的大哭大叫叫，老妈手机里电
视剧的大闹声，老爸处理公务，打电话的说话声……简直一团糟!
闻着栀子花香
得我昏昏欲睡，一点儿精神也没有。拖着沉重步伐
的我一步一步走向校门。
It
was an autumn evening with gardenias fragrance. I
picked up
my schoolbag and left my favorite
place, school, reluctantly. Back to
my most
reluctant place - home. Back home. My brother＇s
crying,
my mother＇s cell phone＇s TV drama, my
father＇s handling of
business, talking on the
phone It＇s a mess! I＇m drowsy with the
fragrance of gardenias. I have no spirit at
all. Dragging a heavy step,
I walked to the
school gate step by step.
出门，忽觉有人在叫我。我一抬头，却
谁也没有看到。过了
一会，我才在人群中看到了那个显得疲惫不堪的父亲，提着公文
包，白发与
青丝交杂在一起。让三十多快到四十的父亲显得无比
苍老。但是他却微笑着。我被吓了一跳，太阳从西边
出来了吗?
老爸居然来学校接我了?我问老爸：”今天单位不忙吗?咋来接我
了……。”老爸只
说了一句：”不忙，走。”便把我抱了起来。我
呆住了，好久没让老爸抱了，他抱起我的那一瞬间，我还
有点儿
反应不过来。但是我下意识的把头垫到了父亲的肩头。忽觉得父
亲无比高大。宽阔的胸膛
带给我无限温暖。走路非常平稳，一步
一步不快不慢，踏踏实实。和着栀子花香，我迷迷糊糊睡着了。<
br>这一幕恰好被班主任照了下来，发到了老爸手机上。
When I went out,
I suddenly felt someone calling me. I looked
up, but no one saw me. After a while, I saw
the tired father in the
crowd, carrying
a briefcase, white hair mixed with green silk. Let
more than 30 fast to 40＇s father appear
incomparably old. But he
smiled. I was
startled. Did the sun come out from the west? Did
dad
come to pick me up at school? I asked Dad,
“isn＇t the unit busy
today? How can I pick me
up...” Dad just said, “no, let＇s go.” He
picked me up. I stayed. I haven＇t been hugged
by my father for a
long time. The moment he
picked me up, I still can＇t respond. But I
unconsciously put my head on my father＇s
shoulder. Suddenly I felt
that my father was
very tall. Broad chest brings me infinite warmth.
Walking is very stable, step by step not fast,
not slow, steadfast. With
the fragrance of
gardenia, I fell asleep. This scene happened to be
photographed by the head teacher and sent to
Dad＇s mobile phone.
在太原熙熙攘攘的人群中，一个高大的身躯和一个娇
小的身
影额外突出。一个已是满头白发，一个则是满头黑发。右手提着
公文包，左肩背着小小的
书包，显得十分不衬。看似小小的书包，
却是整个家的担子，压在他的肩头，有时让他喘不过气。那个满
头白发的人尽全力保护着那个黑发小孩，让他茁壮成长
In the
bustling crowd of Taiyuan, a tall body and a
petite figure
stand out. One is full of white
hair, the other is full of black hair.
With a
briefcase in his right hand and a small schoolbag
on his left
shoulder, it looks very unlined.
It seems like a small schoolbag, but
it＇s the
burden of the whole family. It＇s on his shoulder
and
sometimes he can＇t breathe. The man
with white hair did his best to
protect the
black haired child and let him grow up
难忘的背影中考优秀英语作文带翻译篇2
夕阳普照的河畔边，栀子花早已怒放。像一缕缕破碎的素帛。
斑斑驳驳印满汾河。远去的雁阵是一行平白
直露的日子。秋香来
临。飘零一地的往事乘着秋风，与金黄的叶子一同起舞，飘飘撒
撒，飘进了
我的心中。栀子花的缕缕幽香箱在空气中酝酿。带着
回忆的气息。一点一点传送着。在异常寒冷到可比肩
冬天的秋天。
将那个背影，推到我的眼前。给我带来了无限的温暖。
By the
Bank of the river where the sun sets, gardenias
are
already in full bloom. Like broken silk.
The Fenhe River is mottled
and printed. The
wild geese array in the distance is a day of plain
white and straight dew. Autumn is coming.
Floating in the past,
riding the autumn wind,
dancing with the golden leaves, floating and
scattering, floating into my heart. The
continuous fragrance box of
gardenia is
brewing in the air. With the smell of memories.
Bit by bit.
In the autumn of unusually cold to
comparable winter. Push that
back to my eyes.
It brings me infinite warmth.
那是一个栀子花香随风弥漫的秋日的傍晚，三年级的我收拾
起书包极不情愿的起身离开我最爱的地方
------学校。回到我最不
情愿的地方------家。回了家。弟弟的大哭大叫叫，老妈手机里电
视剧的大闹声，老爸处理公务，打电话的说话声……简直一团糟!
闻着栀子花香
得我昏昏欲睡，一点儿精神也没有。拖着沉重步伐
的我一步一步走向校门。
It
was an autumn evening with gardenias fragrance. I
picked up
my schoolbag and left my favorite
place, school, reluctantly. Back to
my most
reluctant place - home. Back home. My brother＇s
crying,
my mother＇s cell phone＇s TV drama, my
father＇s handling of
business, talking on the
phone It＇s a mess! I＇m drowsy with the
fragrance of gardenias. I have no spirit at
all. Dragging a heavy step,
I walked to the
school gate step by step.
出门，忽觉有人在叫我。我一抬头，却
谁也没有看到。过了
一会，我才在人群中看到了那个显得疲惫不堪的父亲，提着公文
包，白发与
青丝交杂在一起。让三十多快到四十的父亲显得无比
苍老。但是他却微笑着。我被吓了一跳，太阳从西边
出来了吗?
老爸居然来学校接我了?我问老爸：”今天单位不忙吗?咋来接我
了……。”老爸只
说了一句：”不忙，走。”便把我抱了起来。我
呆住了，好久没让老爸抱了，他抱起我的那一瞬间，我还
有点儿
反应不过来。但是我下意识的把头垫到了父亲的肩头。忽觉得父
亲无比高大。宽阔的胸膛
带给我无限温暖。走路非常平稳，一步
一步不快不慢，踏踏实实。和着栀子花香，我迷迷糊糊睡着了。<
br>这一幕恰好被班主任照了下来，发到了老爸手机上。
When I went out,
I suddenly felt someone calling me. I looked
up, but no one saw me. After a while, I saw
the tired father in the
crowd, carrying
a briefcase, white hair mixed with green silk. Let
more than 30 fast to 40＇s father appear
incomparably old. But he
smiled. I was
startled. Did the sun come out from the west? Did
dad
come to pick me up at school? I asked Dad,
“isn＇t the unit busy
today? How can I pick me
up...” Dad just said, “no, let＇s go.” He
picked me up. I stayed. I haven＇t been hugged
by my father for a
long time. The moment he
picked me up, I still can＇t respond. But I
unconsciously put my head on my father＇s
shoulder. Suddenly I felt
that my father was
very tall. Broad chest brings me infinite warmth.
Walking is very stable, step by step not fast,
not slow, steadfast. With
the fragrance of
gardenia, I fell asleep. This scene happened to be
photographed by the head teacher and sent to
Dad＇s mobile phone.
在太原熙熙攘攘的人群中，一个高大的身躯和一个娇
小的身
影额外突出。一个已是满头白发，一个则是满头黑发。右手提着
公文包，左肩背着小小的
书包，显得十分不衬。看似小小的书包，
却是整个家的担子，压在他的肩头，有时让他喘不过气。那个满
头白发的人尽全力保护着那个黑发小孩，让他茁壮成长
In the
bustling crowd of Taiyuan, a tall body and a
petite figure
stand out. One is full of white
hair, the other is full of black hair.
With a
briefcase in his right hand and a small schoolbag
on his left
shoulder, it looks very unlined.
It seems like a small schoolbag, but
it＇s the
burden of the whole family. It＇s on his shoulder
and
sometimes he can＇t breathe. The man
with white hair did his best to
protect the
black haired child and let him grow up