我的玩具手枪

我有一个玩具手枪，本来是一个打火机

I have a toy pistol. It used to be a lighter

现在是一个枪了，我和我的小弟玩枪战的时候我总用这个枪，我认为它很好玩，睡觉的时候我还把它放在我的身边。

Now it's a gun. I always use this gun when I play gun battle with my little brother. I think it's very fun. I put it beside me when I sleep.

有一天我的枪丢了，我急的像热锅上的蚂蚁团团转，我左一屋右一屋的找，没找到，找一遍，又一遍还是没找到，我急的都要哭了，这时奶奶发话了，说手枪在她身边，我转怒为喜，高兴的说：“谢谢奶奶”这只手枪我很喜爱，和小朋友玩枪战时我都有点舍不得用它，还好没丢，把我吓坏了，从此，我更珍爱它了。和它寸步不离。

One day I lost my gun. I was in a hurry like ants on a hot pot. I searched one room on the left and one room on the right. I didn't find it. I searched again and again, but I still couldn't find it. I was in a hurry to cry. At that time, grandma said that the pistol was beside her. I turned angry to be happy and said happily, "thank you grandma." I love this pistol. I was reluctant to use it when I played with my children It, fortunately not lost, scared me, since then, I cherish it even more. And it is inseparable.

有一天中午，妈妈叫我睡觉，我不想睡，可拗不过妈妈，于是带着我心爱的手枪躺在了床上，恍惚中进入梦乡，我是地地道道的八路军，拿着我的手枪，把鬼子打的无处可逃，我到鬼子的炮楼上把鬼子的旗狠狠的用刀砍折了，把中国的鲜红的国旗插在了上面，我把一个日本鬼子的尸体一劈两段，把八路军的尸体深情的掩埋了起来。我看见鲜红的五星红旗高挂在空中，我心想，这是我们八路军用枪打出来的新中国。可我还是有些疑惑，为什么同样是生命却要自相残杀呢？我放下手枪，去了别处。

One day at noon, my mother told me to sleep. I didn't want to sleep, but I couldn't help my mother. So I lay on the bed with my beloved pistol and fell asleep in a trance. I was the Eighth Route Army. I took my pistol and beat the devil nowhere to escape. I went to the gun tower of the devil and slashed the flag of the devil with a knife. I put the bright red flag of China on it. I put it on it The body of a Japanese ghost was split in two, and the body of the Eighth Route Army was buried affectionately. I saw the bright red five-star red flag hanging in the air. I thought to myself, this is the new China that our Eighth Route Army shot out with guns. But I still have some doubts, why is the same life to kill each other? I put down my pistol and went somewhere else.

睡醒后，看见我的手枪，我想起了梦中悲惨的情景，我觉得既悲惨又快乐。

When I wake up and see my pistol, I think of the tragic scene in my dream. I feel miserable and happy.

我的手枪我的最爱。

My pistol, my favorite.