To talk to foreigners
Today, Grandpa take me to the park.I see a foreigner.She is blue eyes and yellow hairs.I say some English to her, I say: How do you do?” “How do you do?” she say. Then I tell her I'm six years old.My name is Hanzhi.
Then her say she is twenty-seven years old. Her name I"m forget.
Then a man come.I’m go after. “How do you do?” I say. “I’m do fine.” He say. “I’m from Canada.” He say again. “My name is Hanzhi.” I say. But his name I’m forget, too. “Is Cnanada near the America?” I ask. “No, it isn’t.Canada and America are both.” He say.“Welcome to Xi’an.” “Thank you,” he say. “Goodbye.” Then I run to Grandpa.
This time I’m have some experience again!Grandpa boast me it’s great.