英语随笔一篇

I still remember the hilarious time we had in a handcraft shop. That afternoon, hung several girls hung out and had fun with the company of shrilling cars and sun-shining screen in clamoring street. When passing an exquisite and deliberately adorned gift parlor, we were attracted by the various decorations displayed behind the shopwindow. Our eyes got stuck on such as dainty and evocative teddy bears with Scottish plaid clothing, and snow-white woolen scarves, or hand-made necklaces and pencil-bags. Curiously and sprightfully, we decided to explore the shop.

As soon as we set foot in it buoyantly, were suddenly stressed chilliness and dread. Although it was running, there wasn’t any customer. The place was as desolate as desert and the shopkeepers were lethargic and indifferent. There floated to our ears was melodious and tinkling metallic voice made by some dancing wind-bells when we burst in. “Poor lovely beads and fineries!”

I thought. The deserted mood restrained handcrafts from shining splendidly and freely. “Since leaving here is sort of hard, why not stay and enjoy ourselves?” I suggested. “For so long haven’t we bunched the beads. Just do it!”

Then we started to design and create with opaque or translucent beads, different in color and shape beads, and some special pendants. “Yours is so ugly. How about changing the bead in your hand to …?” We made half jokes, half advice, and found the exploration exciting. We reveled and realized the essence of independence, or namely called autonomy, which we would never totally be obedient and we knew the reason tacitly. At first the shop assistant was annoyed, but more and more, they raised curiosity and began cleaning and tidying the shelves and showcases from sedentarily stretched or leaned. I noticed that some of them would glimpse what we were doing un-controllably but rigidly didn’t want to admit. They immaturely conceal interests, but finally can’t keep reserved. Funny staff!

Then we thought to add one more ingredient to our game. I went out to bring back some coffee and meticulous I also bought ones for shopkeepers. They were surprised and shy to say thank you. We cheered; however, out of a sudden I splashed some coffee to the table. They were there. But I hit upon and came up with an idea: effacing the drops and smearing on a fimo bead smartly before they got irritated. “Good job!” I declared proudly. My friends laughed. We were brats.

No one can deny the beauty of the bead combined sight and smelt. It is artistic. They were a little bit embarrassed but reluctantly confessed it. Their