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The love from the parents

When we still were babies, a weak cry from us would make the parents nervous, worrying that we were hungry or felt something unfit or just need the care from the parents; a small smile on the face would make the parents be happy for a long while, thinking that the baby was good physically and mentally. When we grew older to start the learning of walk, the parents always were after us, encouraging with words while protecting us from tumble with two hands. I believe that these sweet memories will be in the inner heart of everybody for a whole life. After we went to school, the most worried thing of parents could be our academic results because in china, excellent study means the attendance of key university, getting a good job and the start of a successful life.

Everything just as we expected,it was sunny today,the weather couldn’t have been better,God smiled at us.I hope it could last a whole day,as a matter of fact it did.
Early in the morning,we gathered at the gate of school,there were so many things for us to prepare,the food,the goods and the bus,we had 46 classmates altogether so we must make full prepared for it,not only happy but also safe,we set out at nine o’clock on time,everything was all right I thought,we sang and laughed on our way to the garden.

Hi,my dear friends ,long time no see.I clearly remember that I haven’t written for four days,four days !so long for me,I think I have got used to writting here and I like writting here,In my blog I feel freedom and express the feeling of my heart,there are a lot of troubles in life around me,mostly time,I want to find some friends who can hear the voice of my heart,we should share the weal and woe together.

It was an unforgettable day -Chilren’s Day for me,althought i wasn’t kid any more,I had a happy day played with a lot of chilren,at first I thought i could give my happy to them ,but in return I found I get much happy from them than I gave them,they were lovey and naive,which made me remind me of my childhood.
Sometimes only a good advice will straighten out a naughtly child,but a naughtly child always can get an unforgettable experience,I often think of my boyhood,I was a very very naughty boy,there’s no question about it,my teachers and my parents were nearly completely disappointed about me,even so I had a vey unforgettable childhood.

I have met a manager I disliked at work because he was a buck-passer, and always looking for someone else to put the blame on when our department made some mistakes. I think, as a leader of a department, it was his responsibility to manage the section.

When I face this situation, I am never angry and shout at other people. I try to explain to my leader why this problem happen and how to solve it this time and avoid it next time. If it is my duty, I will take it bravely.

Nothing special..peaceful days again and again and again…No matter how much efforts i do it just stays in peace..without even a small popple..I like writing things down just cause it helps me focus my attentions.It is a terrible thing to let my thoughts flow here and there and not be in working state.So a while back, an idea of founding a shop rushed through my mind.I kept collecting informations on it and felt satisfied with the state of living.Then the plan proved abortion just in the afternoon after i met with the boss of the shop.He give me two ways to improve my ability,but both of them is based on money.Just because they are lacking of money now..Although they confirmed there will be lots of things to deal with so i can get improving there,i think i won’t do something that won’t improve me much.So i prefer abjuring the chince to risking my money.I don’t have tons of time..in the opposite i am lacking of it.Perhaps i should save them up for my professional study.
It is going raining outside.Why is the weather changing so fast?It’s sunny day with high temperature in the morning,but it rained in the afternoon…The wind blew loudly at noon likes the Gee was suffering some violent pain.Wether the Gee is better or not the world now is totally in peace.
All the words appear here are like kind of nonsence.Endless nonsence.I just finished the movie of state security.A funny one,and in it endless nonsence just come from earl one of the chief actors.Maybe i am semble with him now..sorry for that ..just dont’ know what to write abt.
I went shopping last night and spend fifty yuan for my daily use.Wait,wait,I thought out something with the word’yuan’.i read a news in chinadaily this morning that five cities has been designated to use RMB in trade settlement,it stands for the currency globallly of china.
In addtion,i will be busy on this weekend..what a sad thing.

Searra, an eight-year-old brain tumor patient, was a “regular” in the Radiation Oncology Department, much like the other patients who came to the cancer center everyday for a five- or six-week period. With my office located near the main entrance, I could hear Searra, also called CC, coming from a distance.

Sure enough, she popped her head in every morning around 10:00 A.M. to say “hi” or, more important, to check out the toys and coloring materials I had stashed in my office. Several steps behind, CC’s grandmother, also called Mommie, since she served as her guardian, would trail in as she tried keeping up with CC’s anxious pace.

CC was not the least bit interested in hearing more about her cancer or her hair loss. When she walked into the department, it was time to socialize with the staff, who became her instant friends, and to see what kind of masterpiece she could color for Mommie before she was called back for her treatment.

I was taken aback by the love CC had for Mommie. Whenever I asked her about home life, school work or how she was feeling, every response referred to her time spent with Mommie, the funny stories they shared and how much she loved her. On numerous occasions, CC made it clear that Mommie was the center of her world.

When CC was first treated with radiation therapy, the therapists told her that they would give her a quarter each day if she promised to keep her head still on the treatment table. Certainly, after six weeks of therapy, she had a pocketful of quarters! So on the last day, the therapists wanted to know what big toy she was going to buy with all her change. CC replied, “Oh, I am not going to buy a toy. I am going to buy something for Mommie because of all the nice things she does for me.”

For twelve years, my church has participated in the Appalachia Service Project. One week each summer, volunteers travel to Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia or West Virginia to repair or build homes for families.

At the age of sixteen, I went on my first volunteer project in West Virginia. On the night we arrived, we discovered that “our family” was living in a trailer that was in poor condition, no bigger than two parking spaces. A crew had been working on it for two weeks, but every time they finished one problem, another surfaced.

The staff soon decided that the only reasonable solution was to build a new house-something highly unusual but necessary under these circumstances. Normally the goal is to repair existing homes. “Our family” was overjoyed with their new house that was 20×30 foot with three bedrooms, a bath and a kitchen/family room.

On Tuesday of that week, while we all ate lunch together, I asked “our family’s” three boys, Josh, Eric and Ryan, “What do you want for your new room?” Anticipating posters, toys and other gadgets that children usually ask for, we were surprised when Josh, the oldest, responded, “I just want a bed.”

We were stunned. The boys had never slept in a bed. They were accustomed only to foam pads. That night we had a meeting and unanimously decided that beds would be the perfect gift. On Thursday night, a few adults in our group drove to the nearest city and bought beds and new bedding. They arranged for everything to be delivered on Friday.

On Christmas Day, all the joys of a close family relationship radiated throughout our parents’ home. The smells of roasted turkey, Southern?baked ham and homemade bread hung in the air. Tables and chairs were set up everywhere to accommodate toddlers, teenagers, parents and grandparents. Every room was lavishly decorated. No family member had ever missed Christmas Day with our mother and father.

Only this year, things were different. Our father had passed away November 26, and this was our first Christmas without him. Mother was doing her best to be the gracious hostess, but I could tell this was especially hard for her. I felt a catch in my throat, and again I wondered if I should give her my planned Christmas gift, or if it had become inappropriate in my father’s absence.

A few months earlier I had been putting the finishing touches on portraits I had painted of each of my parents. I’d planned to give them as Christmas gifts. This would be a surprise for everyone, as I had not studied art or tried serious painting. There had been an undeniable urge within that pushed me relentlessly to do this. The portraits did look like them, but I was still unsure of my painting techniques.

Yesterday night,when I on the road of supermarket. there is a 4-people family.Dad,mom,sister and a little boy.Judging from their appearance,I find they live a poor life.but they walking ,playing game together happily all the time.I was moved completely by this scene.

Once upon a time,I own this happy time like this and we are also very poor, there is no delicious food ,no beautiful clothes,no spacious house,only a poor family.But we all live together every day.