It was the night before the composition was due.As I looked at the list of topics ,"The Art of Eating Spaghetti (意大利面条) " caught my eye.The word "spaghetti" brought back the memoryof an evening at Uncle Alien' s in Belleville when all of us

It was the night before the composition was due.As I looked at the list of topics ,"The Art of Eating Spaghetti (意大利面条) " caught my eye.The word "spaghetti" brought back the memoryof an evening at Uncle Alien' s in Belleville when all of us
It was the night before the composition was due.As I looked at the list of topics ,"The Art of Eating Spaghetti (意大利面条) " caught my eye.The word "spaghetti" brought back the memoryof an evening at Uncle Alien' s in Belleville when all of us were seated around the table and Aunt Pat served spaghetti for supper.Spaghetti was an exotic (外来的) treat in those days.Never had I eaten spaghetti,and none of the grown-ups had enough experience to be good at it.What laughing arguments we had about the socially respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth.suddenly ,I wanted to write about that,but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy,not for Mr.Fleagle,my composition teacher.as for him ,I would write something else.
When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no time left to write a proper composition for Mr.Fleagle.There was no choice next morning but to hand in my work.Two days passed before Mr.Fleagle returned the graded papers.He said,"Now,class,I want to read you a composition,"The Art of Eating Spaghetti'."
My words!He was reading my words out laid to the whole class.somebody laughed,then the whole class was laughing with open-hearted enjoyment.I did my best not to show pleasure,but what I was feeling was pure happiness,formy words had the power to make people laugh 请不要用翻译工具!只要读懂就行!

It was the night before the composition was due.As I looked at the list of topics ,"The Art of Eating Spaghetti (意大利面条) " caught my eye.The word "spaghetti" brought back the memoryof an evening at Uncle Alien' s in Belleville when all of us
It was the night before the composition was due.那是该交作文那天的前夕.As I looked at the list of topics (题目) ,"The Art of Eating Spaghetti (意大利面条) " caught my eye.看着列出的所选题目,“吃意大利面的艺术”这一条映入我的眼帘.The word "spaghetti" brought back the memory of an evening at Uncle Alien' s in Belleville when all of us were seated around the table and Aunt Pat served spaghetti for supper.“意大利面”这个词,将我的记忆带回了在 Belleville 的Alien叔叔的家里的那天晚上.那天,我们围坐在桌旁,Pat婶婶给我们做了意大利面作晚餐.Spaghetti was an exotic (外来的) treat in those days.“意大利面”(Spaghetti)当时还是一种外来食物.Never had I eaten spaghetti,and none of the grown-ups had enough experience to be good at it.那时我从来都没有吃过意大利面,而且,大人们也没有谁能有那么多的经验来做好它.What laughing arguments we had about the socially respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth.关于怎么样把意大利面从盘中送入口中才显得高雅,当时我们的争论多么好笑.Suddenly,I wanted to write about that,but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy,not for Mr.Fleagle,my composition teacher.As for him,I would write something else.突然我想到把它写下来,而我想写仅仅是为了我的快乐,而不是为了我的作文老师Fleagle.至于对他呢,我会写点别的什么东西.When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no time left to write a proper com¬position for Mr.Fleagle.当我把这篇文章写完的时候,已经过了大半夜了.写一篇合适的作文来交给Fleagle老师是来不及了.There was no choice next morning but to hand in my work.于是第二天早上,除了把那篇文章交上去,我别无选择.Two days pas¬sed before Mr.Fleagle returned the graded papers.He said,"Now,class,I want to read you a composition,“The Art of Eating Spaghetti'."两天过去了,Fleagle老师批改完了我们的作业.他说：“好了,同学们,我要给你读一篇范文,《吃意大利面的艺术》.”My words!He was reading my words out loud to the whole class.那是我写的!他在向全班同学朗读我的文字!Somebody laughed,then the whole class was laughing with open-hearted enjoyment.有人笑了,然后全班都在无所顾忌的开心的笑了起来.I did my best not to show pleasure,but what I was feeling was pure happiness,for my words had the power to make people laugh.我尽力不流露出得意的心情,但是看到我写的文章竟然能使别人大笑,我真是心花怒放.