Childhood is a picture, there is multicoloured life in the picture; Childhood is a song, there are my happiness and joy in the song; Childhood is a dream, imagine and look forward to what there am me in the dream; Childhood is a day, the sky has countless ablaze star •••••• to let my conveniently pick below one, listen to you!
童年是一幅画，画里有我五彩的生活；童年是一首歌，歌里有我的幸福和欢乐；童年是一个梦，梦里有我的想象和憧憬；童年是一片天，天上有无数颗闪亮的星星••••••让我随手摘下一颗，给你听听吧！
That is the autumn, when Chinese chestnut is mature. Father accost is worn go hitting Chinese chestnut. I follow curiously at the back of father, also want collect lively.
那是秋天，板栗成熟的时候。爸爸招呼着去打板栗。我好奇地跟在爸爸后面，也想凑个热闹。
Our group person will to tree of Chinese chestnut of a healthy and strong fall, father above all actuate. See he will grow long bamboo pole to be raised high only, top is inserted into dense thicket in. Father was sucked at a heat, begin to shake bamboo pole with the hand. ” of leaf “ rustle makes sound, drop in succession come down, place amid, still
我们一行人来到了一棵茁壮的板栗树下，爸爸首先开动。只见他将长长的竹竿高高的举起，顶端插进茂密的树丛之中。爸爸吸了一口气，开始用手摇晃竹竿。树叶“沙沙”作响，纷纷掉落下来，夹在其中的，还
Have a “ hedgehog ” .
有一只只“刺猬”。
Junior innocent me, what know to grow full thorn all over only is hedgehog. Then I go to in front of, with spray jab stamp, see it is motionless, fear in my heart extremely: Be bad! Beat dead father hedgehog! How to do? How to do? Think consider is worn, my “ wrote a composition of ” to cry.
年少不懂事的我，只知道浑身长满刺的就是刺猬。于是我走到一个跟前，用小树枝戳了戳，见它一动不动，我心里害怕极了：糟糕！把爸爸刺猬打死了！怎么办？怎么办？想着想着，我“作文哇”的一声哭了起来。
Aunt saw, run immediately, for my erase tear, ask: “ how. Good gracious? Of when everything is all right how to cry? ”
姑姑见了，立马跑过来，为我擦掉眼泪，问：“怎么了。乖乖？好端端的怎么哭了呢？”
I at the same time careless brandish is worn little hand, crying to say at the same time: Father of “ pa …… gives ‘ hedgehog ’ to …… beat dead! ”
我一边胡乱的挥舞着小手，一边哭着说：“爸……爸爸把‘刺猬’给……给打死了！”
Aunt listened, ask at once: Is “ in which? Look to aunt! ”
姑姑听了，连忙问：“在哪呢？给姑姑看看！”
I play father's sister howlingly to a Chinese chestnut in front of, say: Here, you look, it did not move its …… ! ……”
我哭哭啼啼地把姑姑拉到一个板栗跟前，说：“这儿，你看，它……它都不动了！哇……”
Aunt saw, laughed at sound: “ is foolish girl, which are hedgehog here? Be Chinese chestnut! ”
姑姑见了，笑出了声：“傻丫头，这儿哪是刺猬？是板栗呀！”
“ but …… but Chinese chestnut is small round circle, do not have thorn! ”
“可……可板栗是小小的圆圆的，没有刺呀！”
“ is to still do not have a this thorn carapace to pare then! ”
“那是还没有把这个刺壳剥开！”
“ , be hedgehog? I listened to ” this word, run over immediately, with stone break open Chinese chestnut, see inside shown fructification, I just smile through tears.
“哦，不是刺猬？”我听了这话，立马跑过去，用石头砸开了板栗，看见里面露出的果实，我才破涕为笑了。
Although the thing has gone old, but every time when I eat Chinese chestnut, family still says jokingly: “ is this hedgehog? ” at this moment, I always am met be ashamed became red face.
事情虽然已经过去多年，可每当我吃板栗时，家人还打趣说：“这不是刺猬吗？”这时，我总会羞红了脸。(文/余佳淇)