一览无余英语范文背诵精华4

2021年1月24日发(作者：矗立)
英语范文背诵精华
1.4 My mother’s Gift

I grew up in a small town
where the elementary school was a ten-minute walk from
my
house 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 basement and the jangle of my dog's license tags as she
bounded
down
the
stairs
to
greet
me.
Our
time
together
seemed
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 rehearsed
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.

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
sensed my unease, 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 rose vine on the trellis was turning green. Under the
huge elm trees, we could see 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.
,
yanking a blossom up by its roots.

looked at me seriously.
asked thoughtfully. I nodded, pleased that I had won her over.
too,
Relieved that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry as I told her what had happened.
She listened and smiled reassuringly.

stories aloud to her .

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