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Tonight I sleep the round.She is the wind of human life. “In this life, someone did not grow up in mother’s arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy.
For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes … but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, … through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing.In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so … evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time … I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: “Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! “Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that Idid not dare look into her eyes.
I rushed into the room, locked the door despite the announcement on outside sales calls. I cried, cried so much, a small pillow was wet. As the late night, I awake, awake. There is a feeling of absence, which I do not howshortfalls avoided. I was wondering how I console myself by living in a world with no mother, not educated, will be very happy. But that’s where the pharmacist to fill gaps in my head. Should I feel remorse? Was I hungry for love? …
Free man do I thinkgradually fell asleep. In the dream film, I felt a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulled my blanket. Yeah I’m looking forward to the feeling, the feeling of sweet loving. I sunk in moments of tenderness, she closed his eyes for fear if you open youreyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever into nothingness and the immediate space is just a reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt the house so that sadness that. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I rated violence, had asked her father to see where it goes. My father said, his mother is ill, hospitalized a week. Feeling sad I have to cover my little brain. Mother in hospital and who would cook, who wash, who confided to me? I’m sorry too, because of anger over that has shattered the happiness of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage so that her smile so lonely. Every meal I have to eat outside, no parents, then get one I like cooking. Oh I remember thatthe boiled vegetables, casseroles’s mother always.
After a week, she returned home, I was the first to welcome her. I’ve seen, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: “I am sorry, she should not be secret child. Con … I forgive her, listen to me. “Emotion I choked, tears poured wet. I just wanted to say: “Mommy errors in children, at the damage, all in children only. “. But why these words hard to say so. I hugged her, cried a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her was important to give any. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early in the morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother how to cook delicious dishes Oh. The food topping that does not nothing. The popular meal is only a belief but amatter of infinite love like mother. My father as the young birds pick each drop of sweet loving mother. The meal does not have mom, dad my whole dating process server to work together. Mother is washing, stripping the house … the scan always hard at all. Mother took me all but I do not repay anything for her. Even words of love I’m not saying never. How many times have I toss and turn, the courage to tell her but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, now I grow it, I see love her, need her to know how. I have to love, listen to her. When children make mistakes, strict mother reminded, I do not even angry anymore, I just get error bowed and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, I will tell her to clap her hands to share with tenderness, gentle eyes. Mother’s mother is not just that you, as you … all of you. To grow and then find myself very happy to have her in the shape reminds. There mother was washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking for the family.
Mother, mother sacrificed so much for children that have never demanded the return of his mother. her mother is the best, highest, greatest. Take life by the mother who has what. Is anyone willing to shield me from time to time. Oh I love the children! Had the courage to speak three languages: “I love you! “Be alone. The pain brave, I just fine-but what was first commissioned as her mother was strict. Con wrote these words, the mother would understand this more than my heart. Mother do not think when I opposed because I do not like her mother. Con forever love you, happy mother, sad to see her bad luck. Mother is the life of me so I just wanted her life to love you forever, child care, comfort you, protect the children and for children to be interested in her, loved her life. Motherhood is the most sacred feelings in the world. Love how he has nurtured the adults, to teach how people get older. Government mother who brings her emotional middle child. So, I always loved her, would grow to be taking care of her. And I wanted to tell her that: “The mother is still big. Take life in the womb is human. “
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1. The weather is fine , but Thu is still bringing a raincoat with her.
=> Although________the weather is fine, Thu is still bringing a raincoat with her__________
2. "Do your homework , son", said the mother.
=> The mother told__her son to do his homework_
3. No other members in thr class are as tall as Lucie is.
=> Lucie is the___tallest members in the class__
4. When was the last time you watched an action movie?
=> When did___you last see an action movie?
4. "What time does your class start?" she asked her son.
-> She asked__her son what time his class started__
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1. The weather is fine , but Thu is still bringing a raincoat with her.
=> Although______the weather is fine , thu is still bringing raincoat with her.____________
2. "Do your homework , son", said the mother.
=> The mother told____her son to do his homework_______
3. No other members in thr class are as tall as Lucie is.
=> Lucie is the______tallest student in her class_________
4. When was the last time you watched an action movie?
=> When did______you last watch an action movie__________
4. "What time does your class start?" she asked her son.
-> She asked______what time her son's class starts ____________
II. Imagine that you have recently visited a place of interest . In about 80 - 100 words, write a paragraph about your trip. Your paragraph may include:
When and where you went
How you got there
Who you went with
What the place was like
What you did there
Your impression of the place
The National Day 2/9 is the speacial day of our country. All of people are joyful, glad and have a lot of exciting plans like as : visitting Uncle’s Ho moselium, going to the movie theater or places of entertainment ... I just had a interesting trip in the Bat Trang pottery village on that day. But It must took two hours to go from here to there, therefore that juorney really made me very tired. We leaved at 6.30 am. It may be quite early. Because when we arrived there, a few stores still hadn’t opened yet. Finally we decided to go to the pottery nearly. Making pottery is the work which requires cleverness and creation. At the first time when I have seen the potters rotate the throwing and make potteries by their hand, I did think that it’s very simple to put the clay body on the turntable of throwing then control of your hand cleverly to create the shape you want. but I were wrong, in fact, if you‘re only careless a little your pottery’ll be out of shape. What a pity! I also tried to make a cup myself and it had never finished.
In the pottery, I sudden heard a sound “ Hi! Are you PTIT?” I looked up realizing that sound of Leo( another member of ELFs). That is real a interesting amazement in my trip. We had talked to each other happily.
After an hour, we went to paint statues. There were a lot of people like this art game. I must tried so much to get a sit and choose a statue I like best. Almost people concentraded all their mind on painting so much that they didn’t know everything around them. I chose a lovely frog. It seems to be quite like the one in my inventory of our forum. I painted it as carefullly as posssible. How hard the choice of colours was!. Eventualy, I made up my mind to paint the body’s frog in the green; the feet and hands in yellow, the mounth in red; the cheek in white and had more some red dots. Wao! I thought it was very cute!. I like it so much!. If you see it, you ‘ll certainly like it as me.
When we came back the the Bat Trang pottery market. There were a lot of people there. Most of the stores always crowed with buyers. The ceramic wares there were very plentiful and multiform which attractted the attention of domestic customs as well as international customs. With me the imperessional potteries were ceramic pictures, vases, bracelets, belt, ear-ring…and a lot of art statues which I had never seen before. There were many cute and lovely ceramic wares suitable of the girls. So It seems the girls like shopping there rather than the boys. I also bought a few lovely things made me pleasure. Speacial I bought a vase and a bundle of beautiful-decorated chopticks for my mother . I ‘m sure she ‘ll like it.
About 2 pm, we took a bus and come back home. That was a wonderful day. I’ll remember that interesting trip forever.