五岁那年,我学会了点火柴,心想:不如来试试。于是,我找来一本旧书,来到厨房。我拿出一根火柴,点燃了书的一角,很快书就燃烧起来。我兴趣十足地看着这本书,火光在我眼前跳动,我却丝毫不怕,反而觉得很开心。过了一会儿,当书就要烧到我手时,我急忙随手一扔,谁知扔向了灶膛边的草堆,草堆立即燃烧了起来。我慌了,急得都快哭出来了。突然我看见旁边有个装满水的水桶,便不管三七二十一,舀了水就往火堆上浇,火终于浇灭了,而我也弄得灰头土脸。 At the age of five, I learned to charge a match and thought: Better to try. So, I got an old book, came to the kitchen. I took a match and lit the corner of the book, and soon the book burned. I am interested in looking at this book full of fire beating in my eyes, I was not afraid, but feel very happy. After a while, when the book was about to burn to my hand, I hurriedly threw it away. Who knows it was thrown to the side of the stove by the haystack, the hayfield immediately burned. I panicked, anxious to cry out soon. Suddenly I saw a bucket full of water next to it. No matter what I saw, I poured water and poured it on to the fire. The fire was finally extinguished, and I was disgraced.