It was Sunday.I never get up early on Sundays.I sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime.Last Sunday I got up very late.I looked out of the window.It was dark outside.'What a day!' I thought.'It's raining again.' Just then,the telephone rang.It was my aunt Lucy.'I've just arrived by train,' she said.'I'm coming to see you.'
'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.
'What are you doing?' she asked.
'I'm having breakfast,' I repeated.
'Dear me,' she said.'Do you always get up so late?It's one o'clock!'
那是個星期天,而在星期天我是從來不早起的,有時我要一直躺到吃午飯的時候.上個星期天,我起得很晚.我望望窗外,外面一片昏暗.“糟糕天氣!”我想,“又下雨了.”正在這時,電話鈴響了.是我姑母露西打來的.“我剛下火車,”她說,“我這就來看你.”
“但我還在吃早飯,”我說.
“你在干什么?”她問道.
“我正在吃早飯,”我又說了一遍.
“天啊,”她說,“你總是起得這么晚嗎?現(xiàn)在已經1點鐘了!”
一家人正在吃西瓜.兒子問：“爸爸,是瓜都能吃嗎?” 爸爸說：“是的.” 兒子又問：“那傻瓜也能吃嗎?” The whole family is eating the watermelon.The son asked that,"dad,is the melon all can eat?" The dad said that,"Is." The son also asked that,"That fool also can eat?