Translation of Tourism English Essays in Zhangjiakou in Summer

A furnished moving truck stopped in front of our house in southern California. My husband and I were cleaning the outdoor garage when a woman in a house across the street came up to us with an apple pie.

"Welcome here," she said. "I made this myself and I want to give it to you."

"Really, we can't," my husband replied.

"Of course." She kept running. "When I moved in two years ago, no one welcomed me. I hope you feel at home." She stuffed the pie into my husband's hand.

"Well, well, you see," he said with a disappointed smile, "we have been here for four years and we are moving."

The women stared at him with their mouths open.

"Well," she said, shrugging helplessly, "enjoy it anyway!"

My husband and I laughed heartily and decided to be better neighbors in the future. The furniture of the moving truck is parked in front of the house in southern California. While my husband and I were cleaning the garage, a woman came up to us from the house across the street and took the apple pie.

"Welcome to this community," she said. "I made it myself. I hope you have. "

"Really, we can't go," my husband replied.

"Of course." She ran. "When I first came here two years ago, no one welcomed me. I want you to feel at home." She delivered it to my husband.

"Well, well, you see," he said, "we are disappointed and laugh loudly. We have been here for four years and we have moved. "

The woman looked at him with her mouth open.

"Oh," she said, shrugging her shoulders and resigning, "Enjoy it!"

My husband and I laughed heartily and decided to be better neighbors in the future.