名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 Always Believe in Miracles
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心灵鸡汤精选Always Believe in Miracles
话题归类 | 阅读难度 | 词数 |
圣诞奇迹 | 四星 | 891 |
| 水稻病虫害防治 | |
【文章梗概】小女孩在圣诞节前生了一场传染病，妈妈一人留在家中陪护。23日下午，她们收到了妈妈的好姐妹关照要别在睡衣上的祈福奖章，24日下午，奇迹出现了，小女孩真的烧退了；圣诞节早上第二个奇迹出现了，她们惊喜地收到了好心邻居送来的礼物篮子。至今，小女孩依然相信圣诞老人，相信奇迹。
Where there is great love there are always miracles.
Willa Cather
The year was 1924, and it was a few days before Christmas. Outside, a blinding snowstorm raged around the typical city row hou into which my family had moved from the country only two months earlier. We hadn’t yet become acquainted with any of our new neighbors.
果酒的制作I didn’t e thesnowflakes好听情歌 making frosty designs on my window, nor was I aware of my mother’s lonely vigil by my bedside. I was a little girl of five, deep in a feverish coma, and had the only ca of the dreaded diphtheria in Philadelphia.
Two weeks earlier, my illness had been diagnod by the neighborhood’s family doctor, who office was a well-worn room in the bament of his home at the corner of the block. Immediately, my father and older sister had been given shots of antitoxin and shipped off to relatives until the danger pasd. My mother, refusing to trust her child to a strange hospital, in a strange city, stayed behind to nur me at home.
关于鱼的歌The city posted yellow warning signs on our front and back doors announcing acontagious dia. To make doubly sure no one other than the doctor approached, a p
oliceman stood guard, twenty-four hours a day, outside each door. It was also their duty to e that my mother remained inside. Mail was laid on the doorstep, and the officer would tap on the door, then move back some distance to e that my mother opened the door only acrack and quickly took the mail inside.
In tho days, Christmas shopping didn’t begin in October, nor were toys given in the abundance popular today. A week or so before was time enough to prepare, and the tree was to be decorated by Santa Claus when he came on Christmas Eve. This year, in my family, it was different. With the suddenont of diphtheria, no thought had been given to Christmas. My getting well was all that mattered.
Late in the afternoon of December twenty-third, the policeman tapped on the door. There was a letter on the stoop from my mother’s sister. She was Catholic, and she’denclod a small bag of medals with her letter. “I can’t be with you,” she wrote, “but I want to help. My priest has blesd the medals. The bag is never to be opened, just pin it on your little girl’s nightgown and believe.”
My mother, willing to try anything, pinned the medals to my gown, but with little hope, as she looked down at my drawn cheeks and proceeded to apply cool compresses to my forehead. My eyes remained clod. During his visit, the doctor’s face was grave, and he only shook his head sadly before taking his leave.
Late the next afternoon, my mother heard a faint call. Rushing into my room, she burst into tears of joy. The fever had broken and my eyes were open! Uncomprehending but overcome with gratitude, she fell to her knees and hugged me, but her relief was suddenly shatter流水线作业ed when my first words were, “Mama, it’s Christmas Eve. What is Santa going to bring me?”
“No, no!” she cried. “Honey, you’ve been sick a long time, but it isn’t Christmas Eve yet.” But try as she might, she could not persuade me to think otherwi, and I fell asleep that night with sugarplums春节英语祝福语 dancing in my head.
Downstairs, my mother was frantic. She told me years later how she even considered putting on some of my father’s clothing and trying to sneak out to the corner store to get
me a few toys, but of cour she didn’t. Come morning, all she could do was hope to convince me that Christmas was yet to arrive.
礼物作文
Christmas morning came, and I awoke with the usual childish anticipation. My mother, exhausted with heartache, was still half-asleep when the policeman gave his familiar tap on the door. Wearily, my mother opened it, and then gasped in surpri. On the doorstep was a large country basket filled with a Christmas dinner for two and an assortment of toys for a five-year-old girl. My mother’s eyes silently questioned the policeman, but he only smiled and shrugged his shoulders. There was no answer there. Where had this spirit of Christmas come from? Would she ever know?
猎人笔记好词好句
I recovered fully, unaware that two miracles had occurred that Christmas. My father and sister returned, and we ttled into life in the city. As the years pasd, my mother made a lasting friendship with one neighbor in particular, a friendly Irish woman and busy mother of six. Although they were clo friends for years, it was only much later that my mother finally discovered the cret of the cond Christmas miracle. Her friend with the t
hick, Irish brogue and smiling eyes—at the time a complete stranger—was the one who had understood, as a mother, the awful predicament my mother faced and cared enough to leave that wonderful Christmas basket on our doorstep. Thanks to her, I still believe in Santa Claus! You just have to know where to look for him.（891words)
