玩陶泥的英语作文【一】
小时候，村里很穷，到处都是土路。上幼儿园的时候，虽然每次放学都有家长来接，但我们总爱几个人一起拉着小手跑回家，因为踩在泥土上的感觉很踏实，而且风一吹，便是满鼻子的泥土清香。我们会在放学后一起出来玩。男孩子会用玩具拖拉机模仿着大人的样子，搬运泥土。我们女孩子呢，就会去找几株野菜，再找块石头把这些菜剁碎，然后洒上点黄土当佐料，一起来玩过家家，比谁做的菜香，当然，这依赖于撒的黄泥。
下雨的时候，可就玩不了这些了，因为地上会多出好多水坑。记得妈妈说过，她们那时候，晚上没有路灯，看见哪里亮就踩哪里，结果踩的都是水坑，弄得衣服都湿了。有了前车之鉴，我们当然不会再那么傻了，但我们会穿着雨鞋踩，泥土被雨水浸的软软的，像踩棉花似的，还有淡淡的清香，真好。
黄泥给我们的童年添上了色彩，加上了味道。
上小学的时候，我才见识到香草美人一般的大地原来也有无情的一面。那是一个阴沉沉的早晨，雨好像随时都能倾盆而下，终于，在我要出发去上学的时候，他爆发了。班车会来吗，这里的路又不好。我在家里焦急的等着，5分，10分，15分过去了，再不来可就要迟到了。爸爸见状连忙骑着车子载着我去学校，把我抱在前面，路上很泥泞，车子总是歪一下，滑一下，简直就是高危行驶，爸爸的眉头紧锁，眼神直直的看着前方，生怕有一丝疏忽。可是，车子还是抵不住大地的呼唤，朝他去了。爸爸躺到了泥泊里，而我躺在了他的.身上，没沾上一点泥水，我这才明白为什么爸爸把我抱在前面，心里瞬时涌上一股暖流。我并没有迟到。班里的人都在打哆嗦的时候，我不冷，因为我有爸爸的爱和他身上那泥土的香气伴着我，我爱爸爸，也爱那泥土的清香。
到了中学，我也学着要面子了，我开始讨厌爸爸身上总是有那么些许黄泥，有那些泥土的味道，那些泥土好像总是在提醒我我们家很穷，我们比别人低一等，我讨厌这种感觉。我不想让爸爸来接我，可是有一次，爸爸还是来了，身上的黄泥不曾消减。我怕被同学们笑话，就装作没看见他，拼命的往回家的路上赶，爸爸在后面边追我边喊我的名字，我更觉得丢脸了，跑的更拼命，直到到了没大有同学的地方，我才慢慢停下来，爸爸问我，我随便答了句没听见也没看见，就上了他的车。从那次起，爸爸再也没有满身黄泥地来接我，可能他是看透了我的心思了吧，可是我却没有看透爸爸的心思。
上高一那年，我进了一个陌生的班级，有了一群陌生的同学，还有一个很好很好的班主任，他首先教给我们的不是学习，而是做人，我突然发现对于父母，我并没有做到为人子女应该做的，他们给我的爱好多好多……可是我却给了他们那次“狂跑”。我开始依稀想起，临送我上学时爸爸的两鬓似乎多了些银丝，他的背也好像弯了许多，可是依旧不变的是他对我的笑，还是像阳光那样温暖，而我呢，却给了他一次又一次伤害。虽然高中离家不是很远，但我还是想家，想家里的爸爸妈妈，想他们身上的黄泥，想家乡的黄泥，黄泥的清香。
因为我爱爸爸妈妈，我爱家乡的黄泥，爱乡泥的味道。我爱这土地。
玩陶泥的英语作文【二】
Many children are always looking forward to the winter vacation; This is because during the vacation, children needn’t go to school; They can do everything they like,such as playing, watching TV, traveling, or even sleeping all the day and so on.and when winter vacation come on ,It means that spring festival will come on soon.
I spent the whole day at home nearly every day, I played with my computer .I played computer games and surved the Internet. during the vacation I,I still stayed in touch with my classmates and my friends.I thinked I hasve been a potatoes mouse .
Even though my vacation wasn’t crazy and exciting, but I really learnt a lot. It was good for relaxing, and I am getting ready for the coming new term now. Good-bye, my winter vacation.
玩陶泥的英语作文【三】
Spring came with ail its glories. The new grass exposed its green colour. The pretty flowers opened their blossoms. We were tempted to go for an outing.
It was Sunday, the 20th of April We set out very early on bikes, carrying bottles of champagne, beer and bags of cakes, bacon and cooked eggs. We rode along the winding paths in the fields, across the meadows and down the roads. The willow were fresh and green. The swallows were flying to and fro, up and down the sky. The birds, like musicians, snang their melodious songs in the trees, and the butterflies, like colorful dancers, were fluttering here and there. We breathed the fresh air deeply and laughed heartily.
At 10 am we arrived at the foot of the Shushan Hill. We left our bikes with a bike repairing shop and began to climb up the Hill. Near the top, under a big tree with luxuri ant foliage we had our picnic. We drank and ate, talked and laughed. After the picnic we stood in the breeze with our hands on our waists, enjoying the fine landscape. Then we lay on the grass talking about our life and studies.
At about 4 pm , we returned with balmy greenness on our backs and freshness in our hearts.
