周六赋：400字英语作文
Today dawns the sacred day of rest, Saturday, when the clutches of academia release their hold. I rise at the lazy hour of twenty minutes to seven, my awakening delayed like a sluggard in the arms of Morpheus. At the stroke of seven, I partake in the morning's feast, savoring the silken threads of noodles, a dish dear to my heart. Thereafter, I embrace my beloved guitar, the instrument that speaks the language of my soul. In this intermediate school phase, the chains of homework are unshackled, granting me the freedom to indulge in my vice of choice—the realm of computer games. Yet, with my poor eyesight as a reminder, I take a midday sojourn to the park, allowing nature's balm to rest my weary gaze. As the evening falls, the dinner bell calls at 19:00, summoning me to a table laid with beef and cabbage, a symphony of flavors that dance on my palate. With the clock's hands reaching nine, I engage in the ritual of teeth cleaning, a prelude to the slumber that embraces me at 9:20, the sweet surrender to the night's embrace.
