英語(yǔ)翻譯
As a young child,I was quiet and shy.I was also sick for a long time.My parents worked,and I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s home.While my grandmother cleaned the house and cooked,my grandfather played with me.
I was six when my grandfather died.A few months before he died,he gave me a beautiful blue and white blanket (毯子).I loved the blanket very much because it made me think of my grandfather.But after a few years,the blanket didn’t look very good.It had holes and was dirty.I didn’t want to throw the blanket away,so my mother made the blanket into a book bag.I was proud of the book bag,and I used it to carry my books to school every day for a few years.Then the book bag was broken.I begged my mother to make something out of it.She made it into a pencil-box.After a few months,the pencil-box was broken,too.By then I could sew (縫),and I made the pencil-box into a small wallet.
I used it for three years,but one day I lost it.I felt sad.My friends and family said,“Forget about it,Paul.You can’t make something out of nothing.”
I thought about it for a while.I decided my friends and family were wrong.There was a way to make something out of nothing.I wrote down the story of my grandfather’s blanket.