又有一个字不会写,我叹了口气,从书架上拿出我的旧字典。这是一本普通的字典,有点破,“新华字典”四个大字几乎消失在红色的封面上,书页已经泛黄,有的甚至被撕开了几个大口子。可它一直被珍藏在家中。二年级时,老师让我们每人带一本字典。回家后,我便缠着妈妈买字典。没想到,妈妈从书柜里翻出这本旧字典。看到它,我心中的波浪此起彼伏:这字典也太旧了,都该扔到回收站了。如果明天我带到学校去,一定被同学笑话。但我拗不过妈妈,只能把心里的话咽下去。 One more word was not written, and I sighed and pulled out my old dictionary from the shelf. This is an ordinary dictionary, a bit broken, “Xinhua Dictionary ” four characters almost disappeared in the red cover, the page has been yellowed, and some were even torn open a few big kisses. But it has always been at home. In second grade, the teacher asked us to bring a dictionary for each person. When I got home, I was puzzled by my mother’s dictionary. Unexpectedly, my mother pulls out the old dictionary from the bookcase. See it, my heart wave after wave: This dictionary is too old, should be thrown into the recycle bin. If I go to school tomorrow, I must be a joke by my classmates. But I can not beat mother, I can only swallow my heart.