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I grew up in a small town where the elementary school was a ten-minute walk from my hou and in an age, not so long ago, when children could go home for lunch and find our mothers waiting. At the time, I did not consider this to be so important, although today it certainly would be. Actually, our lunch time together in the past years had had a great influence on my life before I realized it.
One lunch time when I was in the third grade will stay with me always. I had been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had painstakingly practiced my lines with me. But no matter how easily I delivered them at home, as soon as I stepped反问的作用 on stage, every word disappeared from my head. Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained patiently that she needed a narrator(旁白) and had written a narrator's part to the play, and asked 海贼王女帝图片me to switch roles. Her words, kindly delivered, still hurt me, especially when I saw my part to go to another girl.
I didn't tell my mother what had happened when I went home for lunch that day. But she
nd my unea, and instead of suggesting we practice my lines, she asked if I wanted to walk in the yard. It was a lovely spring day and the ro vine(藤)殆的读音 on the trellis was turning green. Under the锦纶和氨纶哪个好 什么是知识分子huge trees, we could e yellow dandelions(蒲公英) appearing expected through the grass in bunches, as if a painter had touched our landscape with small amounts of gold. I watched my mother casually bend down by one of the bushes. "I think I'm going to dig up all the weeds," she said, pulling a blossom up by its roots. "From now on, we'll have only ros in this garden." I immediately protested, "But I like dandelions. All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions."
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"Do you mean that every flower has its own beauty?" she asked thoughtfully. _________
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"But you will be a beautiful narrator," 扩张性财政政策Mom said. ___________________________________
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寓意好的英文句子One possible version
“Do you mean that every flower has its own beauty?” asked my mother thoughtfully. I nodded without hesitation, as if a cond wasted could deprive the dandelions of their life. “The same to you,” she added, her voice soft. “Not everyone can be a ro, and it’s also an honor to be a dandelion.” Knowing that my mother had realized my pain, I took off the mask that I had worn for the whole lunch time and poured out my unea heartily. She listened to me patiently and patted me on the back tenderly. Suddenly she stopped, as if to say something.
肌肉腿“But you will be a beautiful narrator,” Mom said. She reminded me of how fluently I could deliver my part at home. It was at that time that I understood that maybe I was more suitable for a role backstage like a narrator. From then on, I practiced my lines heart and soul with my mother at lunch time for weeks. And the performance approached ultimately. Standing backstage, nervousness came flooding in me. What encouraged me to overcome it was the inspiration from the beautiful yellow dandelions. The performance that night was eventually a big success. Hearing the thunderous applau, I took pride in my role and firmly believed that even a dandelion had its own beauty.
Original text
I grew up in a small town where the elementary school was a ten-minute walk from my hou and in an age when children could go home for lunch.
At the time, I did not consider this a luxury, although today it certainly would be. I took it for granted that mothers were the sandwich-makers and the homework monitors. I never questioned that this ambitious, intelligent woman, who had had a career before I was bor
n, would spend almost every lunch hour throughout my elementary school years just with me.
I only know that when the noon bell rang, I would race breathlessly home. My mother would be standing at the top of the stairs, smiling down at me with a look that suggested I was the only important thing she had on her mind. For this, I am forever grateful.
One lunch time when I was in the third grade will stay with me always. I had been picked to be the princess in the school play, and for weeks my mother had painstakingly reheard my lines with me. But no matter how easily I delivered them at home, as soon as I stepped onstage, every word disappeared from my head.
