THE NOTES: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT IN LIFE 1(5)
妈妈坐在客厅的沙发上。“你去哪儿了?你的老师打电话来了”我没有回答她的问题，而是告诉她我很抱歉。这通常是结束谈话最快的方法。妈妈说爸爸随时都会回来，然后走进她的房间。我的房间在他们房间的对面，与客厅之间。我迅速走进房间，打开窗户。
We heard the front gate open while playing a computer game after a snack of bread and milk. My friend looked at me with frightened eyes. “It's OK. Dad never comes in my room.”The door of my room burst open before I finished speaking. We both sprang up from our seats with fright.
吃完面包和牛奶后，我们正在玩电脑游戏，听到前门开了。我的朋友用惊恐的眼神看着我。“没关系。爸爸从来不进我的房间。”我还没说完，房门就被撞开了。我们都吓得从座位上跳了起来。
“Are you Mr. Choi's son?”Dad continued without waiting for an answer. “Come on out. Someone is here to take you.”There was a man standing by the door. I thought he was Mr.Choi at first but quickly realized he wasn’t’. He was one of those men who had marched into the classroom earlier. I looked up at Dad. He looked exhausted, with knitted brows and a subtly quivering eyelid. It was better not to bother him when he was in that mood. While I was trying to read his face, the man came into my room and grabbed my friend's shoulder. I got in front of my friend. “No, Dad, don't let this man take him away. He is one of the bad people.”
“你是崔先生的儿子吗?”爸爸不等回答就继续说。“来吧。有人来接你。”门口站着一个人。起初我以为他是崔先生，但很快意识到他不是。他是那些之前走进教室的人之一。我抬头看着爸爸。他看上去疲惫不堪，眉头紧锁，眼皮微微颤动。在他心情不好的时候，最好不要打扰他。当我试图看清他的表情时，那个男人走进我的房间，抓住了我朋友的肩膀。我走到了我朋友面前。“不，爸爸，别让这个人把他带走。他是其中一个坏人。”
We heard the front gate open while playing a computer game after a snack of bread and milk. My friend looked at me with frightened eyes. “It's OK. Dad never comes in my room.”The door of my room burst open before I finished speaking. We both sprang up from our seats with fright.
吃完面包和牛奶后，我们正在玩电脑游戏，听到前门开了。我的朋友用惊恐的眼神看着我。“没关系。爸爸从来不进我的房间。”我还没说完，房门就被撞开了。我们都吓得从座位上跳了起来。
“Are you Mr. Choi's son?”Dad continued without waiting for an answer. “Come on out. Someone is here to take you.”There was a man standing by the door. I thought he was Mr.Choi at first but quickly realized he wasn’t’. He was one of those men who had marched into the classroom earlier. I looked up at Dad. He looked exhausted, with knitted brows and a subtly quivering eyelid. It was better not to bother him when he was in that mood. While I was trying to read his face, the man came into my room and grabbed my friend's shoulder. I got in front of my friend. “No, Dad, don't let this man take him away. He is one of the bad people.”
“你是崔先生的儿子吗?”爸爸不等回答就继续说。“来吧。有人来接你。”门口站着一个人。起初我以为他是崔先生，但很快意识到他不是。他是那些之前走进教室的人之一。我抬头看着爸爸。他看上去疲惫不堪，眉头紧锁，眼皮微微颤动。在他心情不好的时候，最好不要打扰他。当我试图看清他的表情时，那个男人走进我的房间，抓住了我朋友的肩膀。我走到了我朋友面前。“不，爸爸，别让这个人把他带走。他是其中一个坏人。”
受哭的嗓子哑了1v1
