组织生活会发言稿The RockingHor Winner
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拙政园简介 There was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet she had no luck. She married for love, and the love turned to dust. She had bonny children, yet she felt they had been thrust upon her, and she could not love them. They looked at her coldly, as if they were finding fault with her. And hurriedly she felt she must cover up some fault in herlf. Yet what it was that she must cover up she never knew. Nevertheless, when her children were prent, she always felt the center of her heart go hard. This troubled her, and in her manner she was all the more gentle and anxious for her children, as if she loved them very much. Only she herlf knew that at the center of her heart was a hard little place that could not feel love, no, not for anybody. Everybody el said of her: "She is such a good mother. She adores her children." Only she herlf, and her children themlves, knew it was not so. They read it in each other's eyes.
There were a boy and two little girls. They lived in a pleasant hou, with a garden, and the
y had discreet rvants, and felt themlves superior to anyone in the neighborhood.
Although they lived in style , they felt always an anxiety in the hou. There was never enough money. The mother had a small income, and the father had a small income, but not nearly enough for the social position which they had to keep up. The father went in to town to some office. But though he had good prospects, the prospects never materialized. There was always the grinding n of the shortage of money, though the style was always kept up.黄未
At last the mother said: "I will e if I can't make something." But she did not know where to begin. She racked her brains, and tried this thing and the other, but could not find anything successful. The failure made deep lines come into her face. Her children were growing up, they would have to go to school. There must be more money, there must be more money. The father, who was always very handsome and expensive in his tastes, emed as if he never would be able to do anything worth doing. And the mother, who had a great belief in herlf, did not succeed any better, and her tastes were just as expensive.
And so the hou came to be haunted by the unspoken phra: There must be more money! There must be more money! The children could hear it all the time, though nobody said it aloud. They heard it at Christmas, when the expensive and splendid toys filled the nurry. Behind the shining modern rockinghor, behind the smart doll's hou, a voice would start whispering: "There must be more money! There must be more money!" And the children would stop playing, to listen for a moment. They would look into each other's eyes, to e if they had all heard. And each one saw in the eyes of the other two that they too had heard. "There must be more money! There must be more money!"
It came whispering from the springs of the stillswaying rockinghor, and even the hor, bending his wooden, champing head, heard it. The big doll, sitting so pink and smirking in her new pram, could hear it quite plainly, and emed to be smirking all the more lfconsciously becau of it. The foolish puppy, too, that took the place of the teddybear, he was looking so extraordinarily foolish for no other reason but that he heard the cret whisper all over the hou: "There must be more money!"
5a景区Yet nobody ever said it aloud. The whisper was everywhere, and therefore no one spoke i
t. Just as no one ever says: "We are breathing!" in spite of the fact that breath is coming and going all the time.
"Mother," said the boy Paul one day, "why don't we keep a car of our own? Why do we always u uncle's, or el a taxi?"成长的滋味作文
"Becau we're the poor members of the family," said the mother.
"But why are we, mother?"
全国教师信息管理系统"WellI suppo," she said slowly and bitterly, "it's becau your father has no luck."
The boy was silent for some time.
