The Hidden Treasure
菠菜凉拌The greatest discovery in life is that a human being can alter his life by altering attitudes.
确组词 ----- William James
Old Man Donovan was a mean man who hated children. He threw rocks at them and even shot at them with a shotgun. At least that's what we had heard.
His small farm bordered our neighborhood where my younger sister, Leigh Ann, and I lived when we were growing up. His farm was long, narrow, and quaint. It held two treasures. One was his beautiful fruit.
There were many varieties of fruit: pears, apples, and lots more I just can't think of. The fruit naturally drew the children to his land. It made them into thieves. But my sister and I didn't dare to take his fruit becau of the horrible rumors we had heard about Old Man Donovan.
音响器材 One summer day, we were playing in a nearby field. It was time to head back home. My sister and I were feeling very daring that day. There was a short cut to our hou that went through the Donovan farm. We thought he wouldn't be able to e us run across his property around the luscious fruit trees. We were almost through the farm when we heard, "Hey, girls!" in a gruff, low voice. We stopped dead in our tracks！There we were, face to face with Old Man Donovan. Our knees were shaking. We had visions of rocks pounding our bodies and bullets piercing our hearts.海南岛自驾游环岛攻略
"Come here," he said, reaching up to one of his apple trees. Still shaking, we went over to him. He held out veral ripe, juicy, red apples. "Take the home,” he commanded .We took the apples with surprid hearts and ran all the way home. Of cour, Leigh Ann and I ate the apples.
As time went on, we often went through Old Man Donovan's farm, and he kept on giving us more luscious fruit. One day, we stopped by to e him when he was on his front porch. We talked to him for hours. While he was talking, we realized that we had found the other hidden treasure: the sweet, kind heart hidden behind his gruff voice. Soo
n, he was one of our favorite people to talk to. Unfortunately, his family never emed to enjoy our company. They never smiled or welcomed us in.
Every summer, we would visit Mr. Donovan and talk to him. He told us all kinds of stories we loved to hear. But one summer, we heard that he was sick. When we found out that he had come home from the hospital, we visited him right away. His voice box had been removed. When he placed his fingers on his throat, his voice came out as a whisper .We couldn't understand him, but through his eyes we could tell what he meant.
The next winter, word got around that Old Man Donovan had died. Leigh Ann and I were heartbroken and decided to go to the funeral. We were scared becau we didn't know if the family would welcome us.
洒脱随性淡然的句子 When we got to the funeral, the family kindly greeted us and said they were so glad we had come. We all wept mournfully, but our wonderful memories of Old Man Donovan comforted us.
During tho summers with Mr. Donovan , my sister and I learned not to judge a heart until you know it. One may just find a hidden treasure. 探究式学习
