Childhood is a song, sang the joyance in our heart; Childhood is a picture, the ornament goes out when happy colour; Childhood is a poem, accompanying us to grow happily. Before you can say Jack Robinson, the little girl that I had not known from what becomes a meeting to do household girl, the various things of meantime happening are really hard dismiss from one's mind.
童年是一首歌，唱出了我们心中的喜悦；童年是一幅画，点缀出儿时幸福的色彩；童年是一首诗，陪伴着我们幸福成长。转眼间，我已经从什么都不懂的小女孩变成一个会做家务的少女，其间发生的各种各样的事情真是难以忘怀。
Turn over that dated album, account is worn inside lots and lots of good instants. My look decides case to be in this piece of photograph: I on the photograph am crouching in little tub edge of green to wash the dress, corners of the mouth still is hanging a smile.
翻开那本陈旧的相册，里面记载着许许多多美好的瞬间。我的目光定格在这一张照片里：照片上的我正蹲在绿色的小盆边洗衣服，嘴角还挂着微笑。
That is a 3 years two ago weekend. In the morning, I open hazy double eye, discover sunshine is beautiful, the mood immediately free from worry rise. Talking in whispers in my heart: So good weather, go out to breathe freely fully! Ready hind, when I am preparing to go out, think suddenly tomorrow is Zhou Yi, mom seems to had not washed my school uniform. Then, I run to the front of chest to look, wow! Not be, did not close even chest, the pell-mell is piling dirty clothes inside. My frown, think in the heart: Before mom very of diligent, the school uniform that how to wash me today? The bedroom that walks into mom looks, mom is lying on the bed, there still is / of composition of a wet towel on forehead, former mother fell ill. I sighed, say: “ mom, you rest well, I get school uniform need not you were washed. ” says, my without consulting anyone goes to the sitting room, also without giving thought to the eye that mom is surprised then.
那是两三年前的一个周末。早晨，我睁开朦胧的双眼，发现阳光明媚，心情顿时舒畅起来。我心里嘀咕着：这么好的天气，出去透透气吧！一切就绪后，我正准备出门的时候，忽然想起来明天是周一，妈妈好像还没有洗我的校服。于是，我跑到衣柜前一看，哇！不是吧，连衣柜都没有关，里面乱七八糟地堆着脏兮兮的衣服。我皱了皱眉，心里想：妈妈以前很勤快的，今天怎么不洗我的校服啊？走进妈妈的卧室一看，妈妈在床上躺着，额头上还放着一块湿毛巾作文/，原来妈妈生病了。我叹了口气，说：“妈妈，你好好休息吧，我得校服就不用你洗了。”说完，我径自向客厅走去，也不管妈妈那诧异的眼光。
I sit on sofa, the whisper in the heart: Mom fell ill, cannot wash school uniform, but school uniform is so dirty, always had be toed wash. At this moment, the thrill through in my brain a thought: Mom fell ill today, why don't I myself wash the dress? I had been brought up.
我坐在沙发上，心里嘀咕道：妈妈生病了，不能洗校服了，可是校服都这么脏了，总不能不洗吧。这时，我的脑海里闪过一个念头：今天妈妈生病了，我为什么不自己洗衣服呢？我已经长大了呀。
Good, say to work, I take the salver of a green, receive good water, put to the ground. Take out my school uniform next, put into salver, scatter washing powder to school uniform. Wash cuff first, I take arm, the appearance rub that learning mom rise. Not a little while, my hand aglow and aglow, but think: Mom is ill, let mom rest meeting. Then, I am biting a tooth, continue to be worn with two tactics rub the dress. When just when I work,getting vigorously, ” of “ Ka Ca, mom used camera to record this one act, let become eternity for an instant.
好，说干就干，我拿起一个绿色的盆子，接好水，放到地上。然后取出我的校服，放进盆子里，把洗衣粉撒到校服上。先洗袖口，我拿起袖子，学着妈妈的样子搓了起来。不一会儿，我的手便通红通红的，可是一想：妈妈都病了，让妈妈休息会儿吧。于是，我咬着牙，继续用两手搓着衣服。正当我干得起劲时，“咔嚓”一声，妈妈用相机将这一幕记录了下来，让瞬间变成了永恒。
Think consider is worn, my feeling returned reality again. See this piece of picture before again, it recorded the process that I grow, also became my permanent memory.
想着想着，我的思绪又回到了现实。再看看面前的这张照片，它记录了我成长的过程，也成为了我永久的回忆。