1.对妈妈的感恩之情;
2.给妈妈的祝福。
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On this day we honor you, dear mother
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It was Mother's Day Jack was driving his new Mercedes Benz and enjoying the beauty of nature. The colorful flower shop along the road attracted his attention. He stopped his car, got out and took a closer look at some of the flowers on display. He thought about his loving mother who lived two hundred miles far away. So he chose a nice bouquet(花束)of pink roses as a gift and asked the shopkeeper to deliver them to his mother at the same day.
Just before he got into his car, he noticed a small, cute girl standing at a corner next to the shop. She was counting the money in her hand. She seemed a little upset. He went up to her and asked, “Can I help you?” She replied in a sad voice, “I want to buy some red roses for my mother. I have only eight cents but the roses cost one hundred cents. ”He smiled and asked her to accompany him to the shop. He bought a bouquet of red roses for the little one. While leaving the shop, he offered her a ride. She was happy and said, “Yes. Please take me to my mother.”
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She showed him the way, which finally led to a cemetery(公墓).
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Jack took the pink roses and drove two hundred miles to meet his mother.
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My sister Tina and I are very different. I'm a just simple-minded girl, at least in her eyes, while she is literally the symbol of perfection. When I was young I wanted to be like her. If she wore her hair in a new style one day, I would do the same with mine the following day. I always tried to follow her and her friends around and begged to be included, but her life didn't really have much space for a bothersome two-year-younger sister. Over time, my admiration for her had turned into indifference. Living in the same apartment as strangers, we barely spoke to each other.
I even felt relieved in secret when she informed me this year that she would be spending eight months studying abroad. I assumed I'd use her video player and wear the dresses she left behind. That was the only way l thought her leaving would affect me.
I sat in my room that first evening after she departed and tried to concentrate on my homework. However, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was wrong, or something was missing. I looked around the apartment and everything was the same. But it was so silent that I could hear my own breathing. I went to Tina's room. Both her video player and her talk on the phone with her friends were absent. When I sat down on her bed, I became sharply aware of how different my life was without her. Even though we didn't always talk, just having her there made me feel secure.
Sitting there, I looked back at the wasted years and regretted trying to live my own life and overlooking hers. I felt particularly bad because I had not even given her a hug before she boarded her plane, and that made my heart ache.
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As the night went on, I decided to do something to make it up.
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For a long time there was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.
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A gift of love
“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked.
When the bundle (襁褓) was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look at his tiny face, she suddenly breathed deeply. The doctor turned quickly and looked out of the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was spoiled. When her son rushed home from school one day and threw himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.
He cried out the tragedy, “A boy, a big boy…called me a freak (怪物).”
He grew up, handsome except for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a talent for literature and music.
“But you might look the same as other young people, ” his mother whispered to herself, feeling a kindness in her heart.
The boy's father had a talk with the family physician. “Could nothing be done?”
“I believe I could graft (移植)on a pair of outer ears, if they could be obtained,” the doctor decided. So the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for the young man.
Two years passed through. Then, “You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret,” said the father.
The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
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Later he married and entered the diplomatic service.
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The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come.
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A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
—Tenneva Jordan
I knew I was not supposed to be quite so excited. I was too old for that. At age eleven, the oldest and my mom's "grown up" girl, I had to keep my cool. I was in middle school after all. But every chance I got, when I was alone, I checked each present under the tree. I read every tag and felt every package, guessing at the contents within. I had examined each gift so often that I could tell which present went to which person without even looking at the tags.
It had been a tough year for my family. Whenever my mom looked over at the tree and scattered(撒)presents, she would sigh and warn us, "There won't be as much for Christmas this year. Try not to be disappointed." Christmas had traditionally been a time for my parents to spoil us. In years past, the presents would pile up and spill out from under the tree, taking over the living room. I had heard the phrase "giving is better than receiving," but thought that whoever had said that must have been out of their mind. Getting presents was the whole point! It was the reason I couldn't get to sleep on Christmas Eve.
On Christmas morning, we eagerly waited in the hallway until Dad told us everything was ready. We rushed into the living room and let the wrapping paper fly. We made weak attempts to wait and watch while other family members opened their presents, but as the time passed we lost our self-control.
"Here's another one for you,” said Mom as she handed me a package. I looked at it, confused. Having spent so much time examining the presents before Christmas, I recognized this one. But it had not been mine. It was my mom's. A new label had been put on it, with my name written in my mother's handwriting.
"Mom, I can't...”
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I was stopped by my mother's eager, joyful look.
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I have always remembered that Christmas fondly.
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Fallas Festival is one of the most unique festivals celebrated in Spain. Happening from March 14 to 19 in Valencia, the city is filled with tall colorful statues called ninots, people dancing on the streets to the beat of the drum, traditional foods and a lot of fun! It is a celebration of the end of winter and the start of spring. These impressive ninots are made over many months and will be set on fire in a annual ceremony called La Cremá at the end of the four days. It’s a beautiful way to greet the new season with some heat!
It is very important to know how burning beautiful statues started. Though the origins of the Las Fallas de Valencia are uncertain, the most well-known opinion dates back to centuries ago. In celebration of the coming of spring, carpenters (木匠) would burn traditional lamps used to light up workshops in the darkness of winter that were no longer needed. These lamps were called “parots”. The creative Valencian craftsmen would also dress up their parots as customers that have given them trouble in the past, and later on, it became a tradition to find the most inventive parot. As the years went by, people became more creative and the annual tradition lives on to this day.
Nowadays, Valencia celebrates this festival mainly in 4 days. The streets are filled with extremely great energy — with larger-than-life figures parading the city and people dancing on the streets to the sound of music. During these days there are special events called The Mascleta, Nit de Foc, La Planta, and La Cema. To enjoy the full experience of Las Fallas, we strongly recommend attending all of these events.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________My brother Joe and I no longer live in the same state, but I make sure to give Joe a call every Christmas. In fact, I will never forget a Christmas when I was seven and Joe was five. I’ve kept a secret about that Christmas for 20 years. Now hearing Joe’s voice makes me feel guilty (内疚的) about it all over again. I think he probably doesn’t even remember it.
When we were kids, Joe almost drove me “crazy”! If Mom brought home my favorite yogurt, Joe would make sure to eat it before I got a chance. When our parents gave us each our own basketball, Joe insisted on playing with mine instead of his own.
That Christmas when I was seven, I was determined to teach him a lesson. At that time I was old enough that I no longer believed in Santa, but I knew Joe did. I couldn’t stand him thinking Santa had put him on the “nice” list when I knew he’d been naughty (淘气的) all year.
One day before Christmas, I put on my winter jacket and headed over to our neighbor’s backyard. It was filled with rocks. To me they really looked like coal (煤炭). I was sure that they’d look like coal to Joe too. I filled a lot of the rocks into the pockets of my winter jacket, brought them up to my room and hid them under my bed. Then I waited.
That morning, I got up early, went downstairs secretly and put the rocks into the red stocking with Joe’s name on it. I watched Joe take down his heavy stocking, lay it on the living room floor.
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Looking at the gift inside, Joe’s smile disappeared suddenly.
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I said on the phone, “Hey, Joe, do you remember that Christmas morning when you were five …your stocking…”
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