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发表于 2005-8-6 21:23:11
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An apple
When we was young, we lived in the countryside. The days then were hard and tired.
At that time, the favorite food for us was apple. However, the apple was too dear for my father to serve us.
One day, my father had a business to Taibei. At last, he bought an apple back.
Having peeled the apple, he cut it into five parts and gave us, five brothers and sisters, each a piece. My God, it was really thin and papery. Although we didn't speak our mind out, father noticed our embarrassing expression. He opened his mouth but saying nothing, with a deep breath.
Twenty years later, I am a mother now, and begin to realize the difficuly of being parents in hard times. At that time, it was only one apple which was divided into five parts, but we, each child, got a piece. As to the parents, they never had a taste. How could we mind the slice of the apple?. Suppose we had asked father to cut it into seven parts, and mother and father all had had a chance to taste it, how wonderful a memory it would have been! |
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