Dear Mr Brown,
“Do you like my dress?" A little girl asked a passing stranger. "My mommy made it just for me." She said with tears in her eyes. "Well, I think it's very pretty. So tell me , little one, why are you 1 ?" With a quiver(颤动) in her voice the little girl answered，"After Mommy made me this dress, she had to 2 ." "Well, now," said the lady, "with a little girl like you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be right 3 ." "No ,Madam,you don't understand," said the child through her tears," my daddy said she's up in 4 now with Grandfather. "Finally the woman 5 what the child meant, and why she was crying. Kneeling down she 6 cradled(抱着) the child in her arms and together they cried for the mommy that was gone. Then suddenly the little girl did something that the woman thought was a bit 7 .She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to 8 .She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper. It was the 9 sound the woman had ever heard, almost like the song of a very small 10 . After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady, "My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away, and she made me 11 to sing it whenever I started crying and it would make me 12 ." "See," she exclaimed, "it did, and now my eyes are13 !" As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve, "Madam, can you 14 a minute? I want to show you something." "Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to see?" Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said, "Right here is where my mommy 15 my dress, and here, "pointing to another spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here. Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my 16 so that I would have her kisses for every booboo (错误) that made me cry." Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at a dress, no, she was looking at a 17 who knew that she was going away and would not be there to kiss away the 18 that she knew her daughter would get. So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl and put them into this dress that her child now so proudly 19 . She no longer saw a little girl in a 20 dress. She saw a child wrapped…in her mother's love.
A．standing B．smiling C．crying D．talking
A．go out B．run away C．leave away D．go away
A．in B．out C．back D．down
A．sky B．air C．house D．heaven
A．saw B．realized C．recognized D．though
A．gently B．rudely C．happily D．carefully
A．sad B．terrible C．strange D．exciting
A．cry B．shout C．laugh D．sing
A．sweetest B．lowest C．simplest D．slightest
A．bee B．child C．bird D．cat
A．like B．wish C．permit D．promise
A．stop B．begin C．continue D．finish
A．clean B．wet C．dry D．clear
A．leave B．keep C．sit D．stay
A．kissed B．made C．gave D．washed
A．hand B．heart C．body D．dress
A．woman B．soul C．mother D．Person
A．hurts B．problem C．joys D．surprises
A．held B．put C．wore D．hid
A．easy B．beautiful C．attractive D．simple
We have been driving in fog all morning, but the fog is lifting now. The little seaside villages are , one by one. "There is my grandmother's house," I say, across the bay to a shabby old house.
I am in Nova Scotia on a pilgrimage (朝圣) with Lise, my granddaughter, seeking roots for her, retracing (追溯) memory for me. Lise was one of the mobile children, from house to house in childhood. She longs for a sense of , and so we have come to Nova Scotia where my husband and I were born and where our ancestors for 200 years.
We soon by the house and I tell her what it was like here, the memories back, swift as the tide (潮水).
Suddenly, I long to walk again in the where I was once so gloriously a child. It still a member of the family, but has not been lived in for a while. We cannot go into the house, but I can still walk 11 the rooms in memory. Here, my mother in her bedroom window and wrote in her diary. I can still see the enthusiastic family into and out of the house. I could never have enough of being them. However, that was long after those childhood days. Lise attentively as I talk and then says, " So this is where I 1 ; where I belong. "
She has her roots. To know where I come from is one of the great longings of the human To be rooted is "to have an origin". We need origin. Looking backward, we discover what is unique in us; learn the of "I". We must all go home again—in reality or memory.
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A little girl lived in a simple and poor house on a hill.Usually she play in the small garden.She could see over the garden fence and across the valley a wonderful house with shining golden windows high on another hill. she loved her parents and her family, she desired to live in such a house and all day about how wonderful and exciting must feel to live there.
At the age when she gained some skill and sensibility(识别力), she her mother for a bike ride the garden. Her mother finally allowed her to go, her keeping close to the house and not too far. The day was beautiful. The girl knew where she was heading! the hill and across the valley, she rode to the of the golden house.
she got off her bike and put it against the gate post, she focused on the path to the house and then on the house itself. She was very disappointed when she that all the windows were and rather dirty.
So and heart-broken, she didn’t go any further. She , and all of a sudden she saw an amazing . There on the other side of the valley was a little house and its windows were golden. Looking at her little home, she that she had been living n her golden house filled with love and care.Everything she dreamed was right there in front of her nose.
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"Look, it's Baldy!" A boy shouted in my direction across the playground. Even though I was used to regular insults(侮辱) because of the on my head, it was horrible to hear. I sighed as I headed back to the class.
When I was just 20 months old, I suffered serious after a bowl full of hot oil fell on my head. I was to hospital and had to stay there for weeks while the doctors to save my life. "Holly's very to be alive," they told Mum and Dad. "But she'll be with scars on her head, and of course her hair won't grow there."
As a child, I cared much about my scars, so I wore a scarf to cover them up when I left home. I didn't, people would call me horrible names like Baldy. Although my friends were always comforting me, they never understood how it felt.
Then through the hospital I was to a children's burns camp, where children like me can get any help. There, I 14-year-old Stephanie, whose burns are a lot more serious than mine. But she is so that she never lets anyone put her down. "You shouldn't what people say about what you look like because we're not different from anyone else, Holly," she me. "And you don't need to wear a scarf because you look great it!" For the first time in my life I could speak to someone who'd been through something . So weeks later, at my 13th birthday party, by her bravery, I gave up my scarf and showed off my scars. It felt amazing not having to away behind my scarf.
Now, I am of what I look like and much happier, because I have realized it is your personality（个性）that decides who you truly are.
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Last spring, I was fortunate to be chosen to participate in an exchange study program. In my application letter, I was careful to how much I wanted to see France; evidently, my excitement really came through in my words. Once I that I was going, all I could think about was the fun of foreign travel and making all sorts of new and friends. While traveling was inspiring and meeting people was , nothing about my term in France was what I .
The moment I arrived in Paris, I was by a nice French couple who would become my host parents. My entire experience was joyous and exciting I received some shocking news from my program coordinator（协调人）: there had been a death in my host parents’ extended family. They had to travel outside France for several weeks. That afternoon, I had to out of one family’s house into another. The exchange coordinator told me I’d have a this time and asked whether I could share a bedroom with an English speaker. To avoid the temptation(诱惑) to my native language, I asked not to be with an English-speaking roommate. When I got to my new room, I myself to my new roommate Paolo, a Brazilian（巴西人） the same age as I, whom I was surprised to find playing one of my favorite CDS! In just a few hours, we knew we’d be good friends for the rest of the .
I left France with many , so when people asked me what my favorite part of the trip was, they are always to hear me talk about my Brazilian friend Paolo and scores of weekdays in class, weeknights on the town, and weekends France we enjoyed together. I love how people seem so different, but end up being so. The most valuable lesson I gained from studying in France wasn’t just to respect the friend people to respect all people, for your next best friend could be just a continent away. I would recommend an exchange program to anyone who wants to experience foreign cultures and gain meaningful .
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As I held my father’s hands one night, I couldn’t help but notice their calluses (老茧) and roughness. His hands tell the story of his life as a , including all his struggles.
One summer, I remember, a drought (旱灾) hit Ontario, turning it into a desert.On one of those hot mornings I was picking sweet corn with my dad to fill the last from the grocery shore. Fifty dozen was all we needed, which took twenty minutes. That morning, however, the process didn’t quickly. After forty minutes of aimlessly walking in the field, we needed twenty dozen. I was completely frustrated and . Dropping the basket heavily, I declared, “If the store wants its last twenty dozen, they can pick it themselves!” Dad , “Just think, my little girl, only ten dozen left for each of us and then we’re . ” Such is Dad—whatever problem he , he never gives up.
, the disastrous effects of the drought were felt all over our country. It was a challenging time for everyone, Dad remained optimistic. He to be grateful for other things like good health and food on our plates. Only then did I truly begin to Dad and his faith guided us through the hard times.
Dad is also a living example of real . From dawn to dark, he works countless hours to our family. He always puts our happiness his own, and never fails to cheer me on at my sports games his exhaustion after long days. His loving and selfless nature has inspired me to become more sympathetic and , putting others first.
Dad, the life I have learned from you will stay with me forever. You are my father, teacher, friend and, most importantly, my hero.
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