小学生英语优秀作文集锦：An unforgetful trip 一次难忘的旅行
An unforgetful tripwent Chong Qing in July 22.It is a city which was built near mountains. So
people call it Mountain City\. In Chong Qing,I went to the Red Stone Center, to
see the places which the prisoners lived in the past. It is a terrible and awful
trip. There are a lot of dogs, and soldiers with guns near the prisons. And most
of the prisons are good, they didn't want to tell the bad people where the other
people were. They lived in very small houses. No good food to eat, no good water
to drink.They had only twenty minutes to stay out side per day but they still
said nothing.
I think they are the heros in that century. I will follow their spirit.
下面的长了点。。也难了点。。
That was the first time for me to come to America. The trip was much more
exciting than I had expected. As planned, I got my plane ticket and started my
journey. Everything went smoothly at first. I departed from my home city Qingdao
and changed a larger plane in Seoul, South Korea. The second day the plane
arrived in Chicago on time and I was in high spirits for I almost got to my
destination—SMSU (Southwest Missouri State University) in Springfield. Just at
that time something unexpected happened. When I went through the customs, the
immigration officer asked me about the 9-year-old boy who travelled with me all
the way from China. As a matter of fact, I didn't really know the boy before.
Before I left China, his grandparents heard that I was coming to Springfield
through Chicago, so they asked me to take this boy to his parents who work in
Chicago. The boy had all the necessary documents, including his passport,
American visa, etc. Without any hesitation, I agreed to take care of the boy on
my way to Chicago. I explained to the officer, but he insisted that I should
show the boy's parents?letter inviting the boy to America, which we didn't bring
with us. The officer asked us to stay aside and after a while, another officer
came and brought us to a special room and ordered us to be quiet. When I looked
around, I found another man there, whose ankle was fastened with fetters to a
bench leg. It was obvious that I had lost my freedom. They probably thought I
was a smuggler who smuggle children to America.
The plane for Springfield was leaving soon. I tried to explain, but they
refused to listen. They just asked us to sit still. After about 30 minutes, one
officer came to ask me about the boy's parents?telephone number and I told him
they were waiting outside the Customs Office and told him their names. The
officer said he would find them. After another 20 minutes, he came back and
returned my passport and allowed me to go, but he did not bring the boy's
parents in. His parents were not allowed into the Customs Office, so the boy had
to wait. Just imagine, how frightening for a boy who was only 9 years old,
speaking no English and was told to stay there waiting! So I said: "No, I won't
go unless the boy goes with me or you let his parents come to fetch him." On
hea
ring this, the officer asked me to wait and after 10 minutes, he came out
and gave us the boy's passport and allowed us to leave. I looked at my watch. I
had 8 minutes left to get onto my plane. We hurried to look for our luggage.
Just as the old saying goes, "When it rains, it pours."One of my luggage bags in
which I put all my daily neccessities was missing. I looked everywhere but
failed to find it. An officer there told me to go and collect it in Springfield.
I had to take the boy to his parents. There were so many people waiting outside.
I could not find his parents. I had never seen them before. The boy was so young
that I dared not let him go alone to look for his parents for fear he might get
lost. Finally I had to call out his father's name at the top of my voice, and
getting a few stares. They probally thought I was mad. Luckily he heard me and
my mission of taking the boy to his parents was fulfilled. But there was only
about 2 minutes before the plane took off. So we (his father and I) hurried to
the terminal, only to be told the plane had left exactly 2 minutes before. The
officer at the terminal suggested us to take the next day's plane for it was
already 9 pm. I was really exhausted. The only thing I could do then was to find
the nearest hotel, "Hilton Hotel"to stay for the night.
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