给汤姆写一封信,五年级下学期的英语作文

I have left my hometown that warm embrace, I forget how to sleep, how to let the dream continue; lie in a small bed,curse this not happy home, tears drop by drop penetration into the throat, bitter astringent. This is me, and tens of thousands of new immigrants first arrived in Hongkong feeling. Perhaps the time that taught me all these memoriesfade; but as a gradually withered petals falling in the waste land, still attracted my eye, because anyway, thebackground is not it beautiful. In the life, is no other than it is for me was more! As long as willing to do with success in sight.