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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。 | 
