母亲的礼物 My Mother's Gift

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莅的意思母亲的礼物 My Mother's Gift
赞美荷花的诗句My Mother's Gift
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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 their mothers waiting.
  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, the finger-painting appreciators and the homework monitors. I never questioned that this ambitious, intelligent woman, who had had a career before I was born and would eventually return to a career, would spend almost every lunch hour throughout my elementary school years just with me.
  I only knew 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.
  Some sounds bring it all back: the highpitched squeal of my mother's teakettle, the rumble of the washing machine in the bament and the jangle of my dog's licen tags as she bounded down the stairs to greet me. Our time together emed devoid of the gerrymandered schedules that now pervade my life.
  One lunchtime 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.怎样喝三七粉
  Finally, my teacher took me aside. She explained that she had written a narrator's part to the play, and asked me to switch roles. Her word, kindly delivered, still stung, especially when I saw my part 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 on the trellis was turning green. Under the huge elm trees, we could e yellow dandelions popping through the grass in bunches, as if a painter had touched our landscape with dabs of gold .I watched my mother casually bend down by one of the clumps. "I think I'm going to dig up all the weeds, "she said, yanking a blossom up by its roots. "From now on, we'll have only ros in this garden. "
  "But I like dandelions, " I protested. "All flowers are beautiful-even dandelions. "My mother looked at me riously. "Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn't it?" She asked thoughtfully. I nodded, plead that I had won her over. "And that is true of people too, " she added. "Not everyone can be a princess, but there is no shame in that.
  日出作文Relieved that she had guesd my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened. She listened and smiled reassuringly.
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  "But you will be a beautiful narrator, " she said , reminding me of how much I loved to read stories aloud to her . "The narrator's part is every bit as important as the part of a pri
ncess. "
  Over the next few weeks, with her constant encouragement, I learned to take pride in the role. Lunchtimes were spent reading over my lines and talking abut what I would wear.
  Backstage the night of the performance, I felt nervous. A few minutes before the play, my teacher came over to me. "Your mother asked me to give this to you, " she said, handing me a dandelion. Its edges were already beginning to curl and it flopped lazily from its stem. But just looking at it, knowing my mother was out there and thinking of our lunchtime talk, made me proud .
  After the play , I took home the flower I had stuffed in the apron of my costume . My mother presd it between two sheets of paper toweling in a dictionary , laughing as she did it that we were perhaps the only people who would press such a sorry-looking weed .
  I often look back on our lunchtimes together , bathed in the soft midday light . They were
the commas in my childhood , the paus that told me life is not savored in premeasured increment , but in the sum of daily rituals and small pleasures we casually share with loved ones . Over peanut-butter sandwiches and chocolate-chip cookies , I learned that love , first and foremost , means being there for the little things .
变更商标申请  千年书法A few months ago , my mother came to visit , I took off a day from work and treated her to lunch. The restaurant bustled with noontime activity as businesspeople made deals and glanced at their watches . In the middle of all this sat my mother , now retired , and I . From her face I could e that she relished the pace of the work world .

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