I always feel lucky because I am among three children at home. My sister Helen is a lot like my mother: gentle, considerate and likable. My brother Joe is the only boy in the family. He inherited his father's interest: they always play electric trains or assemble toys together. Later, when Joe grew up, they buried together under the open hood of the car to repair parts. The rest I can do whatever I want: be myself. I am an independent child, wandering in the book world and my rich imagination.
Because my father is a professional soldier-a dentist in the army-I have the opportunity to live all over the world. I was born in Hawaii and went to new york at school. At the beginning of World War II, my father was sent overseas, and my mother took us back to her hometown-Carlisle, Pennsylvania, where my grandfather lived. I finished primary school there, and we moved to Tokyo in the summer when I graduated from the sixth grade. I am in Grade One and Grade Two in Tokyo. I graduated from new york in high school. When I was at Brown University in Rhode Island, my family lived in Washington.
Married a long time ago. I just turned 19 years old-finished my sophomore year-and married a naval officer to continue my wandering life. California. Connecticut (daughter was born). Florida (son was born). South Carolina. Finally, Cambridge, Massachusetts. At this time, my husband retired to Harvard Law School (two daughters and two sons were born one after another), and then we moved to Maine-at this time, our four children, all under five years old, got married and had children.
My children grew up in Maine. Me too. I went back to Southern Maine University for further study, got a university degree, then entered the graduate school, and finally started writing full-time. Writing is something I have dreamed of since I was a child. At that time, I had been scribbling stories and poems in my notebook.
My marriage came to an end on 1977, when I was forty years old and met Martin. After that, we lived happily together for 30 years, traveling around the world, but even happier, we sat on the porch and played The New York Times's crossword puzzle. Unfortunately, Martin died in the spring of 20 1 1. Now, I live alone in Cambridge, Massachusetts, writing in the house, with a Tibetan mastiff Alfie and a lovely kitten Lulu beside me. I often visit my grandson happily in Maine. I live in a farmhouse built by 1768, surrounded by green spaces and gardens.
My works are rich in content and diverse in style. However, it seems that they all involve the same theme in essence: the meaning of human existence. My first book, I will die in a summer, mainly tells the story of my sister's early death and its influence on our family. Counting Stars, which took place in different cultures and times, also tells the same story: the role of human beings in their compatriots.
After that, I wrote three sequels-Historical Embroiderer, Forest Messenger and My Son Gabby-all of which were written in completely different cultural and historical backgrounds. Although they are broader than my early works, they also pay attention to the same theme: human beings realize the importance of interdependence, not only between people, but also between people and the world and between people and the environment.
My eldest son is a fighter pilot in the United States Air Force. He died in the cockpit of a military plane, leaving a little girl without a father and tearing my life apart, but at the same time, let me commemorate him in a special way, that is, trying to find a way to end the conflict on this fragile earth.
I'm a grandmother now. For the sake of my grandchildren-and more children like them-I try to convey my belief through writing: we live on an interdependent earth, and our future depends on caring and giving more to each other.
3. Miao Yan proverb praising parents: Wandering in the thread in the hands of a kind mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how deep love is, nothing grows, and there is room for three spring scenery.
Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her first, giving the earth a warm welcome of rain. A peaceful mother's love is a sunset after rain. It always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky. In late autumn, the leaves leave the trees that raised them, and the leaves do not forget to nourish them. The tree reluctantly put down its leaves, and the leaves went with the wind. The ripe fruit was thrown into the embrace of the earth, and the fruit did not forget the education of the branches and vines. Branches and vines gently loosen their hands and let the fruit roll away.
People who have grown up have left home to join the social tide. Children walk on Wan Li Road, mothers worry, but grown-up people remember their mothers' love.
The mother sent her son away in tears, and the son swayed in the wind and waves. References:
Motherly love Love about maternal love is the greatest love, and it is the mother who adds warmth and tenderness to our growth path.
Father's love is a pair of magical hands! He gave me courage when I was afraid. When I was sad, he gave me happiness.
He encouraged me when I worked hard. When I succeeded, he encouraged me.
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4. Good words, sentences and paragraphs about fantasy: What is my genetic code? A whim. Smart chip is sleepy. It suddenly dawned on me. Travel through time and space, explore the twists and turns of the stars, wake up like a dream, be puzzled, and be on the verge of extinction. A good sentence about fantasy: 1, I am a magical seed, born in 2048, cultivated by agricultural scientists through repeated experiments and genetic modification. They named me "crazy fruit tree species"
2. After the rain cleared, a rainbow appeared in the sky, and two people stepped down from the rainbow bridge. Oh, it turned out to be Harry Potter and Cherry Maruko ... 3. The spaceship continued to sail and came to the second and crucial stop-Uranus. Because they are looking for signs of extraterrestrial life on this planet.
In 4.2 100, I drove a time machine across just visiting and came to the age of dinosaurs. At that time, there were lush trees, under which there were only fat and strong dinosaurs. This kind of mobile house is made of special glass, and its kitchen is equipped with high-power appliances, so people can move this kind of house to any place they want, just like driving a car.
6. I feel that I am in the Milky Way, and there are many things flowing around me. I fished it with my hand, and it turned out to be a shining star.
Qi Long, a famous saying praising his mother, was published on August 20, 200511:38: 00. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.
(Gorky) Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland) There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante) Mom, where you are, there is the happiest place (England). A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo) The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother" (Ji Bolun) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill) Everything else in the world is fake and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal.
(India) How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is, occupying the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan) In a child's mouth and heart, the mother is God.
(British) How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.
(Whitman) Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France). Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (British) Liu Yong, a famous scholar and writer in Taiwan Province Province, told the story of three mothers in an article "Long Life", and pushed the comprehensive understanding of maternal love to his nephew.
One is about a mother and daughter who were buried in the ruins for eight days and miraculously rescued in the Armenian earthquake. People are surprised how a three-year-old girl survived eight days of cold, no water and no food. It turned out that her mother bit her finger to keep the child from dying by sucking her own blood.
Secondly, it is a tragic story that happened in the ancient city of Pompeii 100 years ago: when hot and suffocating lava attacked the residents who could not escape, a mother bent down in despair and hugged her young son tightly with her back, head and limbs. The burning lava made the scene of mother and son embracing each other become eternal in history. Thirdly, it tells the story of a group of civilians fleeing for their lives during the Vietnam War.
A bullet hit a young mother. She didn't commit suicide by jumping off a building like others, but slowly squatted down and ended her life. The American reporter who took this group of shots told liuyong tearfully: She was afraid to hold down the child she was holding, so she squatted down without dying.
.. what a stupid "patience is immortal"! The mother in the ruins endured immortality and continued the life of a three-year-old girl with her own blood; The mother under the burning magma endured immortality and guarded her youngest son with flesh and blood; And the young mother who refused to jump off a building and died. I believe that anyone who has enjoyed the favor of maternal love will shed tears in front of such a mother.
Tears, because we have been bathed in maternal love since birth, Xin Fu's tears. Love can wither, survival can be full of twists and turns, and "maternal love is endless", which is so precious in a person's life.
Tears are the kindness of maternal love that children feel, so that children often feel that even if they spend their lives together, they can't repay them. This is why we have the feeling of "giving back" and "kneeling and sucking milk"
Tears are more or less mixed with envy and jealousy-this girl who survived by her mother's blood should be said to have gained a huge fortune in the spiritual world of mankind; How quiet and regretless the souls of those two little sons lying in their mother's arms should be. Even when they accompanied their mother into the gate of heaven at a young age, their stories were as vivid and beautiful as living. For the feeling of maternal love, it is a miracle in the emotional world of human beings and an eternal beauty god. It is indeed because of its inheritance that there is a way of "being good at the beginning of life"; Love is the eternal theme of this world.
(Tang) Meng Jiao, the thread in the hand of a loving mother, sewed the clothes for her wayward son carefully and mended them thoroughly. I'm afraid it will delay his time to go home, and an inch of grass will repay her for her kindness. Mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming. The bird's nest is coming. I only hide in your arms-Bing Xin's mother, you are a red candle. I am a dark hut. You burn silently, releasing light to illuminate my mother. You are a clear spring. I am a green seedling. You poured into my heart and poured sweet spring juice into my heart. I nourish my mother. You are the sun in the morning. I am a newly sprouted grass. Your soft light shines on me and makes me full of vitality. You warmed my mother. You are a blue ocean. I am a small fish with wet chest. You have a broad mind. Powerful arm, I snuggle in your arms with peace of mind. You take good care of my mother. You are my mentor and friend. You have taught me countless knowledge and the truth of being a man. You came into my world, got to know me, and talked to my mother. How many times have you tolerated me and encouraged me to have a golden house and a cash cow? The golden key to knowledge is to take a step back. Spring silkworms weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night, but an inch of grass has rewarded the mother who loves Sanchunhui. You are my mother after all. You raised me, cared for me, and made this little tree thrive. Did I repay you for your kindness? When I was a child, you were my navigation light. Grow up and understand. You still patiently taught my mother, and I never forgot the wrinkles on your temples. Mom, who are you to all the children in the world? Mom, I am a sapling. Maternal love is a huge flame-romain rolland's maternal love is the greatest power in the world-the mill woman is fragile, but the mother is strong-France is in the child's mouth and heart, and the mother is God-all the glory and pride of the British world comes from the mother-Gorky's mother, where you are, is the happiest place-and there is a most beautiful voice in the British world. That's the mother's call-Dante's loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not sleep in it? (Hugo) What a strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love occupies our whole heart-when Duncan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only the mother-she is the partner when she fails-Zheng Zhenduo's heart will be a desert without the help of selfless and self-sacrificing maternal love-British maternal love is the most beautiful among human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with luck-one of the most beautiful things in French life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by it-Japan.
6. Everyone has his own talent and personality. Sometimes it seems that this character is inherited from our ancestors, but it is very, very difficult to find out where these characters come from.
For example, one day I saw a shepherd boy who was counting pebbles in a low voice and counting the total number of pebbles as a pastime, so he grew into a very famous professor, and finally, he might become a mathematician. In addition, there is a child who is not much older than other children. Other children only pay attention to interesting things, but he doesn't play with other children, but fantasizes about the sound of a musical instrument all day, so he hears mysterious ensemble when he is alone. It can be seen that this child is very talented in music. The third child, small and thin, is also very small. Maybe he accidentally rubbed it on his face when eating bread jam, but he actually has his own hobbies-he likes to use clay sculptures to make small models and be sculpted into various shapes by him. If the child is lucky, he will become a famous sculptor one day.
Appreciate it and solve it yourself
7. 10 Good words and sentences, four letter word, campus schoolhouse, classroom, playground, track and field are quiet and noisy, clean and tidy, happy to play and do exercises, the playground track and field is quiet and full of vitality, the garden is sunny, the books are noisy and lively, weeping willows and Yiyi tree-lined paths are laughing and chasing, the environment is elegant and fragrant, and the scenery is charming and full of vitality. Grow up in small groups. Our school is like a big garden, so beautiful and lovely. We thrive here.
When we entered the classroom, we saw thick fog rolling in the window. The classroom is like a big steamer. Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all love to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.
There are four charming seasons on campus: pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and winter with green and white. The past four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stand in barrier-like walls, and small and exquisite reception rooms guard the west side of the gate.
There is a diamond goldfish pond in the middle court of the school. There are many little red goldfish in it. They chased and frolicked in the clear water. Good words, good sentences, good paragraphs, good words about mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, hillsides, forests, Qian Shan, a beautiful mountain, majestic mountains, clear water, beautiful mountains and green water, lush valleys, green mountains and green waters, beautiful green mountains, barren hills, clouds, winding peaks, majestic mountains, Qian Shan.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting. Good words and sentences describe autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal equinox autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal autumnal
The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Good words, good sentences, good paragraphs, good words about mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, hillsides, forests, Qian Shan, a beautiful mountain, majestic mountains, clear water, beautiful mountains and green water, lush valleys, green mountains and green waters, beautiful green mountains, barren hills, clouds, winding peaks, majestic mountains, Qian Shan.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting. Use good words, good sentences, good paragraphs and good anonymous words to describe the tides. Tidal ebb, tidal ebb, tidal current, tidal sound, tidal surge, tidal surge, wave lapping, rock surge, wave rolling, thunder and lightning, waves boiling all over the river. The sound is like a golden drum, the spray flies like a mountain, and it is as urgent as a thunderstorm in the air.
The tide is several feet high and rushes in. The crazy flood season is full of chilling horror and unfathomable mystery.
The tide like a giant thunder rolled like a horde on the ground, running downstream with shouts and screams. The tide was fierce as a demon, and the churning foam lost its balance rhythm.
Crazy shooting stones, and at the same time, the golden bell is ringing, which is very rhythmic. The spring tide has risen, like the sound of pines in my hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter.
Dark green sea water, rolling up a wave higher than a wave of walls rushed over, fighting really like hammering at the enemy. The tidal sound echoes the poetic rhyme of the sea, full of philosophy and enlightenment.
That artistic conception, like the strings lightly plucked by the spring breeze, is as gentle as the sunset glow. The sound of beating the beach rhythmically at high tide or low tide is like a lullaby made by a loving mother patting her baby to sleep.
Qi Long, a famous saying praising his mother, was published at +0 1: 38: 00 on August 20th, 2005. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.
(Gorky) Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland) There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante) Mom, where you are, there is the happiest place (England). A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo) The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother" (Ji Bolun) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill) Everything else in the world is fake and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal.
(India) How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is, occupying the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan) In a child's mouth and heart, the mother is God.
(British) How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.
(Whitman) Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France). Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (British) Liu Yong, a famous scholar and writer in Taiwan Province Province, told the story of three mothers in an article "Long Life", and pushed the comprehensive understanding of maternal love to his nephew.
One is about a mother and daughter who were buried in the ruins for eight days and miraculously rescued in the Armenian earthquake. People are surprised how a three-year-old girl survived eight days of cold, no water and no food. It turned out that her mother bit her finger to keep the child from dying by sucking her own blood.
Secondly, it is a tragic story that happened in the ancient city of Pompeii 100 years ago: when hot and suffocating lava attacked the residents who could not escape, a mother bent down in despair and hugged her young son tightly with her back, head and limbs. The burning lava made the scene of mother and son embracing each other become eternal in history. Thirdly, it tells the story of a group of civilians fleeing for their lives during the Vietnam War.
A bullet hit a young mother. She didn't commit suicide by jumping off a building like others, but slowly squatted down and ended her life. The American reporter who took this group of shots told liuyong tearfully: She was afraid to hold down the child she was holding, so she squatted down without dying.
.. what a stupid "patience is immortal"! The mother in the ruins endured immortality and continued the life of a three-year-old girl with her own blood; The mother under the burning magma endured immortality and guarded her youngest son with flesh and blood; And the young mother who refused to jump off a building and died. I believe that anyone who has enjoyed the favor of maternal love will shed tears in front of such a mother.
Tears, because we have been bathed in maternal love since birth, Xin Fu's tears. Love can wither, survival can be full of twists and turns, and "maternal love is endless", which is so precious in a person's life.
Tears are the kindness of maternal love that children feel, so that children often feel that even if they spend their lives together, they can't repay them. This is why we have the feeling of "giving back" and "kneeling and sucking milk"
Tears are more or less mixed with envy and jealousy-this girl who survived by her mother's blood should be said to have gained a huge fortune in the spiritual world of mankind; How quiet and regretless the souls of those two little sons lying in their mother's arms should be. Even when they accompanied their mother into the gate of heaven at a young age, their stories were as vivid and beautiful as living. For the feeling of maternal love, it is a miracle in the emotional world of human beings and an eternal beauty god. It is indeed because of its inheritance that there is a way of "being good at the beginning of life"; Love is the eternal theme of this world.
"Wandering Poet" Author: (Tang) Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, made clothes for her wayward son, sewed them carefully and mended them carefully, for fear of delaying his return home, but an inch of grass reported how much love Sanchunhui had. Mom, the storm in the sky is coming, and the storm in the bird's heart is coming. I only hide in your arms-Bing Xin's mother, you are a red candle, I am a gloomy hut, and you burn silently to release light and illuminate my mother. You are the clear spring and I am the green oil. Dear Miao, you poured into my heart, instilled sweet spring juice into me and nourished my mother. You are the sunrise, I am the newly sprouted grass, and your soft light shines on me, making me full of vitality. You warmed my mother. You are a blue sea, I am a small fish that has not been wet, and you have a broad mind. Powerful arm, I snuggle in your arms with peace of mind. You take good care of my mother. You are my mentor and friend. You have taught me countless knowledge and the truth of being a man. You came into my world, got to know me, and talked to my mother. How many times have you tolerated me and encouraged me to have a golden house and a cash cow? The golden key to knowledge is to take a step back. Spring silkworms weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night, but an inch of grass has rewarded the mother who loves Sanchunhui. You are my mother after all. You raised me, cared for me, and made this little tree thrive. Did I repay you for your kindness? When I was a child, you were my navigation light. Grow up and understand. You still patiently taught my mother, and I never forgot the wrinkles on your temples. Mom, who are you to all the children in the world? Mom, I am a sapling. Maternal love is a huge flame-romain rolland's maternal love is the greatest power in the world-the mill woman is fragile, but the mother is strong-France is in the child's mouth and heart, and the mother is God-all the glory and pride of the British world comes from the mother-Gorky's mother, where you are, is the happiest place-and there is a most beautiful voice in the British world. That's the mother's call-Dante's loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not sleep in it? (Hugo) What a strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love occupies our whole heart-when Duncan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only the mother-Zheng Zhenduo, who is her partner when she fails, without the help of selfless and self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert-British maternal love is the most beautiful among human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with luck-the most beautiful East in French life.
9. A good sentence, a good paragraph, extract and appreciate. 1. The room of the soul will be full of dust if it is not cleaned. A dusty heart will become gloomy and confused. We go through a lot of things every day. Happy and unhappy people all settle down in their hearts. If there are too many things in your heart, it will become chaotic, and then your heart will be chaotic. Some painful emotions and unpleasant memories, if filled in the heart, will make people depressed. Therefore, sweeping the floor and removing dust can make a gloomy heart bright; Only by sorting things out can we bid farewell to our troubles; Throw away some unnecessary pain, and there will be more room for happiness.
Appreciation: Only when people do what they can, and let go when they should, can they reap their own success in a relaxed and happy rhythm.
2. Bitterness and pleasure are both judged by themselves, and they are not necessarily directly related to the objective environment. Just like a woman who doesn't love jewelry, even in an environment that attaches great importance to vanity, it won't hurt her self-esteem. The poor scholar with thousands of books doesn't want to exchange diamonds or stocks with millionaires. People who are satisfied with rural life do not envy any scholar's honorary title or senior official.
Appreciation: Your hobby is your direction, your interest is your capital, and your temperament is your destiny. Everyone has an ideal heaven and a world of flowers and flowers that they are willing to enjoy.
3. Smile and sing the song of life. Don't complain that life has given too much hardship, and don't complain that life has too many twists and turns. The sea loses its grandeur without the rolling of huge waves, and the desert loses its grandeur without the wild dance of flying sand. If life is just plain sailing at two points and one line, it loses its charm of existence.
Appreciation: smile and play the strings leisurely, face setbacks, accept happiness, taste loneliness and overcome sadness.
4. Be happy. Happiness needs to be enjoyed, but sometimes it is easy to beat a person. When happiness suddenly comes, people are often drowned by the vortex of happiness and fall from the peak of happiness. To bear happiness is to cherish happiness instead of blindly precipitating it, just like facing an old jar of wine, you will often be drunk unconscious when you drink it at one breath, and only when you taste it slowly will you taste real mellow and sweet.
Appreciation: Life is a kind of bearing and needs support. Support the cause, support the family and even support the whole society. If you have support, you will definitely bear it. How much weight you support, how much pressure you bear.