關(guān)于萬(wàn)圣節(jié)的英語(yǔ)作文：萬(wàn)圣節(jié)前夜

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　　萬(wàn)圣節(jié)前夜的晚自習(xí)上，我用手碰了碰我的同桌“為什么我們不過萬(wàn)圣節(jié)呢?”同桌笑著回答：“我們是中國(guó)人過什么萬(wàn)圣節(jié)，七月半都已經(jīng)夠嗆如果再來一個(gè)萬(wàn)圣節(jié)還讓不讓人活啦!”我若有思的'點(diǎn)了一下頭“哦”了一聲，接著聽見教室外有人在唱“萬(wàn)圣節(jié)之歌”開始我還背后發(fā)涼。。仿佛就在我背后唱。我轉(zhuǎn)過頭問同桌：“你，你聽見什么聲音了嗎?”“什么什么聲音啊?”同桌爽快的回答到。

　　Halloween night, my hand touched my deskmate "why we celebrate Halloween?" Table smiled and replied: "we are Chinese what Halloween, July semi have enough if there is a Halloween also allow people to live!" If I had thought a nod "Oh" sound, then I heard someone singing "Halloween" at first I was behind the cold outside the classroom.. Like singing behind me. I turned and asked: "your deskmate, you hear the sound?" "What sound?" Table ready answer.

　　晚自習(xí)下課、那聲音一直在我耳邊一遍又一遍的。剛出教室門我一把拉住同桌，“等等我。。。我害怕，一起回家吧?”“你怕什么，又沒有鬼要吃你?”我膽怯的回答到：“一起吧，反正順路。”同桌妥協(xié)到：“好吧好吧，怕了你了一起吧。唉，你怎么不走啊”我一邊答應(yīng)一邊追上他。

　　Night school, the voice in my ear again and again. Just out of the classroom door I pulled at the same table, "wait for me... I am afraid, go home together? " "What, are you afraid of no ghost to eat you?" I timidly replied: "come on, anyway." Table to compromise: "OK, you win. Well, why don't you go ah "I promise while chasing him.

　　走到半路我越想越不對(duì)，這條路我天天走，怎么越走越不對(duì)，好想往家旁的墓地那個(gè)方向走去。“喂，你去那兒啊不是這條路。喂，喂……”同桌自顧自的往前走沒有回答我?？斓侥沟亓送擂D(zhuǎn)過來說：“我到了，你也到了。”我望向這陰森森的墓地大叫了一聲“啊~~~”轉(zhuǎn)頭就跑。

　　On the way I grew more and more wrong, this road every day I go, how to go more wrong, really want to move in that direction at home next to the churchyard. "Hey, ah is not the way to get there. Hey, hey... " Table itself forward no answer me. Fast to the cemetery at the same table and said: "I have to, you have to." I looked at this gloomy grave cried "Oh ~ ~ ~" turn and run.

　　第二天去上課教室被大家裝扮的很有古墓的風(fēng)格。一大堆同學(xué)圍在一起講鬼故事，突然一個(gè)女同學(xué)說：“哎，你們知道嗎?我們班的那個(gè)插班生王磊嗎?”那不是我同桌嗎?我好奇的問：“怎么了。”“你不知道嗎?你們不是一起出的事嗎?他呀!說起來就晦氣，上個(gè)月出車禍死了，就埋在你家旁邊的墓地?”我頓時(shí)臉色發(fā)白死。死了!那我昨晚還有出事?

　　Second days to go to class, everyone dressed very ancient style. A lot of students together to tell a ghost story, suddenly, a female student said: "Hey, you know what? The late Wang Lei in our class? " That's not my deskmate? I curiously ask: "why." "You don't know? You are not to go out? For him! It is bad luck, the last month of the accident died, was buried in the cemetery near your house?" I immediately turned pale. Dead! Last night I had an accident?