Open small box door of memory, the memory of childhood is just as slide kind, broadcast in my brain. Among them most the days …… that those who make I am yearned for still is that paragraph of seaside
打开记忆的匣门，童年的记忆犹如幻灯片般，在我的脑海里播放。其中最使我怀念的还是那段海边的时光……
That is fall, beautiful fruit waves sweet, shrimp beautiful fish is fat. Our family comes the grandmother home of the seaside play.
那是一个金秋，花果飘香，虾美鱼肥。我们一家人来到海边的外婆家玩。
Just got off I offer: Do we go to “ it is good that pound scoops up a fish? ”“ is good, want to notice safety nevertheless! ” grandfather looks at me that excited expression, agreed. Our family is then fully armed trend pound.
刚下车我便提议：“我们去鱼塘捞鱼好不好？”“好啊，不过要注意安全！”外公看着我那激动的神情，答应了。于是我们一家人全副武装走向鱼塘。
The water of pound is very clear, not deep, wave in air coming loose fishlike smell. “ begins! ” father takes the lead in starting to talk. Immediately “ flop, the spray noise of bang Da ——” rises. After one struggles, we are empty-handed however. Passed a little while again, how is “ scooped up! ” loses me patient gradually, rousing a cheek side, air strike rouses the ground to say. “ hey! I am scooped up! ” father cries suddenly greatly. I developed the past at once. See a fresh big fish is struggling feebly in the net only. Back-to-back mom also scooped up. “ flop ——” is a spray. “ why I am not scooped up! ” I am a little furious, flapping surface. Father walks over to say to me: “ takes the advantage of my luck to still be in, we two scoop up, affirmative can ……” , “ is not moved, that has, we acts separately, surround it. ”“ flop ——”“ ! I am scooped up! I am scooped up! ” my agitato cries.
鱼塘的水很清，并不深，空气中飘散着鱼腥味。“开始吧！”爸爸率先开口。顿时“噗通，啪嗒——”的水花声响起。一阵奋斗后，我们却一无所获。又过了一会儿，“怎么捞不到啊！”渐渐失去耐心的我，鼓着个腮帮，气鼓鼓地说。“嘿！我捞到了！”爸爸突然大喊道。我当即冲了过去。只见一条鲜活的大鱼正在网里无力地挣扎。紧接着妈妈也捞到了一条。“噗通——”又是一阵水花。“为什么我捞不到！”我有些气愤，拍打着水面。爸爸走过来对我说：“趁我运气还在，咱俩一起捞，肯定能……”，“别动，那有一条，咱分头行动，围住它。”“噗通——”“啊！我捞到了！我捞到了！”我兴奋地大叫道。
“ time is not early, my proposal grilled fish, cram oneself with food! ” elder brother offers to say. “ is no problem. ” everybody all with one voice. “ gibberish does not say more, bake! ”
“时间不早了，我建议烤鱼，填饱肚子！”哥哥提议说。“没问题。”大家异口同声。“废话不多说，开烤！”
Then we give birth to one caboodle fire in river side, wearing with branch, fresh fish is baked on fire, bake a fish ripe nevertheless 10 come minute thing, I feel the process is very lengthy however, that diffuses in the fragrance in air, I still remember up to now. The fish is baked ripe hind, our family is paying cent with the hand and feed, because be first time grilled fish, the colour and lustre of that cruelly oppress and appearance, I look at all not clear, but this is not important. Although do not have any spice, however the delicacy of grilled fish is sweet, how don't I also forget however, because that is the achievement of our labor.
于是我们在河边生起一堆火，用树枝架着，在火上烤鲜鱼，把一条鱼烤熟不过十来分钟的事，我却觉得过程极为漫长，那弥漫在空气中的香味，我至今还记得。鱼烤熟后，我们一家人用手抓着分而食之，由于是第一次烤鱼，那鱼肉的色泽和形状，我根本看不清，但这并不重要。尽管没有任何佐料，然而烤鱼的鲜香，我却怎么也忘不了，因为那是我们劳动的成果。
Now, I already rose junior high, did not have before days of recreational You Le, I very the day that yearns for that to scoop up fish, grilled fish in the country. That paragraph of good memory, my general hides in the heart, save well.
现在，我已升入初中，没有了以往的休闲游乐时光，我很怀念那在乡下捞鱼、烤鱼的日子。那一段美好的回忆，我将藏在心里，好好地保存。(文/姚颍)