老二的小文 -- 和爸爸打羽毛球

The Birdie

 Ellen, 3^rd grade

I gazed into the distance at the sunset. The sunlight shimmered. The hazy pink and orange sunset looked peaceful with the sun peering through the black branches of the walnut tree. I turned and picked up the racket’s black-leather handle. I tossed the birdie in the air and whoosh, I smacked it with my racket. My dad hit the small red cylinder connected the white web of the birdie. The birdie veered to the right because the breeze came, so I lunged. I didn’t get it, but then when I stopped so fast, with so much force, I sat down hard, slid down the hill and dropped my racket on my way. I grabbed at the long, green blades of grass, they slowed me down, but they did not stop me. Dad came over the hill. I could see he was stifling a laugh. “Dad,” I scolded, playfully. I stood up and brushed off my jeans, and ascended up the hill, picked up my racket and started to play badminton. It was a serene afternoon, I wish could last forever.

 

 

[心怡厨房]

谢谢有情阿姨和晴天阿姨的夸奖。 孩子们和爸妈玩最高兴.

[安娜晴天]

文章写得真好，可见母亲的功夫和爱了。祝母亲节快乐，一家子快乐健康，万事顺利~~~

[万水千山也有情]

妹妹的文章写得很生动！

祝心怡母亲节快乐！！