冬天终于过去了,春天踏着欢快的脚步来到人间。
寒风被赶走了,取而代之的是蒙蒙细雨。“沙沙沙”地飘向大地,仿佛在说:“春天到了!”公园里的景色焕然一新。
岸边,成排的柳树刚刚吐出嫩芽,叶子小小的,绿绿的。真像是春姑娘的长发,悠悠地在风雨中飘荡。绵绵春风把小草染绿了,一片万紫千红的.景象。各种花儿
争先恐后地开放了。红的、黄的、紫的、粉的……不用人工栽培,它们就会自己在风吹日晒的关照下竞相开放。阵阵清香扑鼻而来。当然,如果没有那一片片青幽幽的小草的陪衬,花儿也不会显得多姿多彩。小草的叶尖上不时滚动着小水珠,像珍珠一般,要是太阳对着它一照,肯定会闪耀出珍珠的光彩。一棵棵落光了叶子的树木,正在给自己穿上绿莹莹的衣服呢!
小河清清的,当绵绵的细雨落到水面上时,就会溅起一圈圈涟漪。
雨终于停了。公园好像被清洗过了一遍,很干净,到处都是湿漉漉的。
春天的公园真美丽!
Dear mother:
Hello
Dear mother, you have given me life, and my body has run through your blood. It is your milk, heart, blood, tears and sweat that have become the greatest liquid of human life and have nurtured me. It is you who feed me from a hungry child to a primary school student.
Dear mother, there are many kinds of love in the world, but maternal love is the most selfless, sincere, broadest and most merciful. When praising the affection of human beings, you are the eternal theme. When you sing the sincere love of the world, your love is called the first love in the world. Selfless is your character, dedication is your feelings. You are the embodiment of goodness. You are a symbol of greatness. Everything beautiful in women is condensed in your image.
My dear mother, though the hardships of life have made your hands rough, however, these hands are still so gentle, it always soothes my heart and gives me infinite comfort; although the heavy work makes your head white hair, but the body is still like the wing, caring for me all the time. The hard work of hard work makes your face wrinkle. However, the face is still so kind. It teaches me the true meaning of life and gives me confidence and strength at all times.
My dear mother, you are the resting place for your daughter. You are the harbor for your daughter to escape from the wind. With you, our home will be peaceful and warm. With you, our family will be happy and happy.
Dear mother, your great love is the greatest and selfless, your love in the heart of the daughter turned from the bottom of the heart from the bottom of the heart out - only the mother is good, the mother of the child like a treasure, into the mother's embrace can not enjoy happiness.
Dear Mom,
I recently read the book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mom by Amy Chua. I found that you and Ms. Chua have a lot in common in parenting. Today, I d like to share some of my views on this topic.
Childhood memories of your strict dos and don ts came flooding back. Because count- less hours were invested on practicing musicalinsUu- ments, there was not even a slim chance for me to participate in parties and school plays, let alone fully enjoy the authentic pleasures of family life.Moreover, deprived of the freedom to choose hob- bies, I sometimes felt that I was just like a lonely pup- pet manipulated by others. Dear mother, do you be- lieve that time and time again I woke up from beau- tiful dreams with tears streaming down my face?
However, though I ve labeled it as a brutal regimen when I was young, as I became heavily involved inme outside world, I ve come to realize that it was quite rewarding to have been tiger trained. As George Eliot putslt, It never rains roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant trees . This is as true of 0ur growing up, especially in an unprecedentedly stressful so- cietyr, Fortunately, tiger parenting has equipped me with exceptional study habits,thus helping me stand out in the intense competition. Furthermore, it has endowed me with strong willpower as well as inner self-poise, which bas proved to be a most pre- cious quality of mine. Finally,thanks to your firm discipline, not cmly have I cultivateda discerning taste in art, but I ve also built my own set of moral values. In view of all these facts, tiger parenting has benefited me in the lorlg run despite the cost of the immediate joy of a normal carefree cbildhood.
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