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日月如梭,许多往事都从我的脑海里逃跑得无影无踪了,只有那件事,一直被我紧紧地锁在心房里。记得那是三年级时的一个中午,我和一个同学去厨房为同学们抬菜。走到半路上,我嫌速度太慢,于是对“搭档”说:“咱这样走,太慢了,不如我们跑吧!”他迟迟不吭声,我以为他是默许了,便拉着他一路小跑。只听“嘭”的一声,菜盆掉了!虽说菜没有全洒在地上,可我却重重地跌坐在地上,手也被烫伤了,火辣辣地痛。
As the sun and the moon flies, many things have run away from my mind gone, and the only thing that I have been tightly locked in the heart. I remember it was a noon when third grade, I and a classmate went to the kitchen to lift food for classmates. Half way, I think the speed is too slow, so on the “partner ” said: “We go so slow, not as good as we run!” He did not say anything, I thought he acquiesced, He took him trot. Just listen to the sound of “嘭 ”, Dishes pot! Although the food is not all spilled on the ground, but I fell heavily lay on the ground, his hand was burned, hot and painful.