السبت، 20 مايو، 2017

تعبير بالانجليزي عن الماضي





تعبير بالانجليزي عن واقعة حدث في الماضي
تعبير بالانجليزي عن الماضي والحاضر
تعبير عن رحلة بالانجليزي بالماضي
تعبير انجليزي عن يوم سعيد
تعبير عن افضل يوم في حياتي بالانجليزي
تعبير عن حدث سعيد بالانجليزي
تعبير عن الاجازة بالانجليزي قصير
تعبير عن مكان زرته بالانجليزي قصير
تعبير بالانجليزي عن يوم التخرج
تعبير عن ماذا فعلت في العطلة الصيفية بالانجليزي
 كتابه موضوع تعبير في  past simple
برجراف عن الماضي والحاضر
طلب تعبيـر إنجليزي عن الفرق بين الحياة في الماضي
كيف كانت الحياة في الماضي





Recounting a childhood memory (6 topics)
Production N 1

I was still ten years old. One evening, at about six o'clock, I was walking one day with my brother in the woods. The sky was blue and a total silence reigned in this place.
Suddenly we heard a horrible cry. I jumped and turned to the origin of the cry. I had goose bumps and my heart beat very hard. First, I saw nothing. I approached gently and heard a dull voice calling for help:
"Help me, love me!" Then I saw a very deep ditch. I leaned over to see and saw a five-year-old girl weeping. So I helped him out of the ditch. Fortunately she was not hurt. Her parents were not far away, put they had not heard the cry of the little one. They thanked me very much.
It is an event that will remain engraved in my memory.

Production N 2

I still remember that night as if it were yesterday. I was still six when my parents left me in my room to go and make a commission and come back quickly. But because of the storm, they returned late.
I was lying in bed reading a tale of Thousand and One Nights. Suddenly I heard a loud noise that made me jump. I stood up without knowing what to do. My hair stood up and I had goose bumps. My legs were trembling. My heart beat very hard. I felt an incredible panic. After a few seconds, I decided to go down the stairs to see the origin of the noise. So I took a broom and walked timidly towards the kitchen. When I approached the door, a cat meowed. I was relieved. The matou tried to eat in the sideboard and dropped a saucepan. I took my breath and went back to my room. After a moment my parents came and told them the story. They saluted my courage and gave me some chocolate. "You became an Ahmed man, now I can count on you."
I can never forget this memory that remains engraved in memory.





Production N 3

It was when I was nine, my father and I had learned that my mother had cancer in the stomach. At first I did not understand, and then my mother explained to me that she had to go to the clinic to get a microbe removed. I was going to see her every day at the clinic, doing my homework there, telling her about my day, and then I was going home with my father. One day, she was operated on, it was hard for her. My mother was very tired but our presence helped her to overcome her pain. She stayed long enough, and one day we went home. _ I was happy ! "But about a month later, the doctors discovered that his cancer had returned. My mother had to go back to the clinic. She had her surgery. It did not work, the doctors failed to pull everything off. One day I arrived at the clinic to see her, and I was very surprised to see everyone moving in front of her room. There were people I had to see once in my life, my family, and friends. I went to see my mother in the room, she was very bad in point, she could not speak or move, because she was too weak, it was horrible, tears rose to my eyes and began to flow . My grandmother told me to go out, and made me understand that we should not weep before her. That's when I saw my father against the wall, crying. It was the first time I saw him shed tears. My father told me that that evening I would go to sleep at my uncle's, for he was staying at the clinic.
The next morning my aunt woke me up. She had tears in her eyes, she told me that my father wanted to talk to me, he was on the phone. "I answered, he had a soft, sobbing voice, and my heart beat violently, when he uttered the sentence which caused me to burst into tears:" Dorothea, I have good news and bad news. The good thing is that your mother no longer suffers; And the bad thing is that we shall never see her again, for she is with the angels. "I had a hard time doing it, but I had no choice, like many others.


Production N 5

Last Saturday, I accompanied my father to the souk to buy the sheep of L'Aïd. On entering the market I saw a great crowd of peasants coming from Ain Beni MATHAR and DAHRA in old trucks overloaded with sheep.
They were tall men, clad in fine white woolen jellabas, their heads wrapped in yellow turbans. They held a cane in their hands to lead the flock and to fight the thieves. Each one held a string attached to one or more sheep. There was a great clamor of high and shrill voices of mixed men and sheep. A bad smell of stable was emanating from the place. One could feel the mixture of sweat, hay, and the droppings of beasts.
My father went, came, and looked attentively at all the animals. He felt a big sheep that attracted his attention by its monumental horns and its brown color. He bargained the price with the seller for an hour, before finally deciding to take the beast. In spite of the fatigue and the bad smell, I was mad with joy on the occasion of the festival.

Le professeur se leva s'avança au milieu de la rangée centrale, puis lança le verdict tant attendu : " premier, Mimouni." il y eut une grande stupéfaction dans la classe : il ne savait même pas combien font un plus un: il ne savait pas lire, pas écrire.
Le visage d'Ansari était devenu sombre .Lorsque le professeur annonça que Fajri était deuxième, c'est moi qui vacilla. J'étais sûr d'avoir la deuxième note. Mais c'était un fainéant qui me volait ma joie .Mais quand le professeur jeta sur nous le regard malicieux, nous comprimes qu'il était en train d'annoncer le classement à l'envers, pour se moquer des cancres. Toute la classe rit de bon cœur.


Production N 6

It was Monday, the day when the French teacher was to render the compositions and the end-of-year classifications. In front of the school gate, I waited impatiently for the keeper to open the doors and get into the playground. A few yards in front of me, I saw Anssari, the one to whom the French professor was constantly distributing good points to reward him for his excellent work.
Seven minutes afterwards, the professor appeared on the threshold of the class and called for rank by two. We put ourselves in a single file and entered the classroom, "Come on," the professor said, "sit down, I'll start with the compositions and the classifications, and then we'll finish the game that we started last session."
While anxiety reigned over the ranks. The professor sat behind a pile of copies he had put on his desk. A strong emotion struck me. I was thinking when the teacher was going to say: such a, first, such second. Everyone knew that it was Hicham who would have the first note. Some students showed signs of impatience.

Recounting a childhood memory (6 subjects): recounting a memory (from childhood - happy - unhappy - marking - autobiography)

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