又是杏花微雨时,透过缕缕微风,我触摸着记忆的屏障,仿佛又回到了那棵杏花旁。我刚上小学二年级时,妈妈给我报了一个英语班,是外教授课的。我很激动,也很害怕。我想:会不会是一个漂亮的姐姐教我呢?结果让我失望极了,是一位叫温迪的老奶奶。她微笑着说:“下面我带你们去公园活动!”说着,她便带我们走出去了。外面的小雨轻轻地下着,温迪微笑着说:“我们来玩一个游戏……”她讲完游戏规则,就弯腰系起那长长的毛线 Once again, when the apricot flower is light, through the breeze, I touch the memory barrier and feel as if I have returned to the almond blossom beside it. When I first came to the second grade in primary school, my mother reported to me an English class which was taught by foreign teachers. I am very excited and very scared. I think: Will it be a beautiful sister to teach me? The result disappointed me, is an old lady called Wendy. She smiled and said: “Now I’ll take you to the park! ” Said, she took us to go out. Light rain outside gently underneath, Wendy smiled and said: “We play a game ... ” She finished the rules of the game, bowed over the long yarn