方法，虽说我一直与你同在。”
在这一刻小孩在天堂感到了无比的安详，不过已经可以听到从地球传来的声音。。。。
小孩有点急促，温柔的问“上帝啊，如果我现在将要离开，请告诉我我的天使的名字！”
上帝回答说，你的天使的名字并不那么重要，你可以简单的叫她—— “妈妈”。
——献给天下所有母亲
男孩和他的树
a boy and his tree
a long ago,there was a huge apple tree. a little boy love to come and play around it everyday.he climbed to the tree top,ate the apples,took a nap under the shadow…he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.time went by…the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.
one day,the boy came back to the tree and he looked. \and play with me ,\tree asked the boy .
\am no longer a kid, i don?t play around trees anymore.\boy replied,
\want toys.i need money to buy them.\
\i don?t have money…but you can pick all my apples and sell them.
so,you will have money.\boy was so excited .he grabbed all the apples
on the tree and left happily.the boy never came back after he picked the
apples.the tree was sad.
one day,the boy returned and the tree was so excited. \and play with me ,\tree said.
\don?t have time to play.i have to work for my family.we need a house for
shelter.can you help me?\
\i don?t have a house .but you can chop off my branches to bui
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your house.\the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. the tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then.
the tree was again lonely and sad.
one hot summer day,the boy returned and the tree was delighted. \and play with me !\tree said.
\am sad and getting old.iwant to go sailing to relax myself.can you give
a boat?\
\my truck to build your boat.you can sail faraway and be happy.\ so the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat .he went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years.
\boy.but i don?t have anything for you anymore.no more apples for
for you…“the tree said.
\don?t have teeth to bite.\boy replied. \more truck foe you to climb on.\ \am too old for that now.\boy said.
\really can give you anything…the only thing left is my dying roots.\ tree said with tears.
\don?t need much now,just a place to rest.i am tired after all these year\
the boy replied.
\tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. come,come sit down with me and rest.\boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled
with tears……
this is a story of everyone. the tree is our parent. when we were young, we loved to play with mom and dad……
when we grown up, we left them…only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.
no matter what,parents will alway be there and give everything they could to make you happy.
you may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that how all of us are treating our parent.tme is too slow for those who wait,too swift for those who fear,too long for those who grieve,too short for those who rejoice,but for those who love,time is eternity. 中文版
从前，有一棵巨大的苹果树。
一个小男孩每天都喜欢在树下玩耍。他爬树，吃苹果，在树荫下小睡……他爱和树玩，树也爱和他玩。
时间过的很快，小男孩长大了，他不再每天都来树下玩耍了。
“来和我玩吧。”树说。
“我不再是孩子了，我再也不会在树下玩了。”男孩回答道，“我想要玩具，我需要钱去买玩具。”
“对不起，我没有钱……但是，你可以把我的苹果摘下来，拿去卖钱，这样你就有钱了。”
男孩兴奋的把所有的苹果都摘下来，高兴的离开了。男孩摘了苹果后很久都没有回来。树很
一天，男孩回来了，树很激动。
“来和我玩吧。”树说。
“我没时间玩，我得工作，养家糊口。我们需要一栋房子，你能帮助我吗？”
“对不起，我没有房子，但是你可以砍下我的树枝，拿去盖你的房子。”男孩把所有的树枝都砍下来，高兴的离开了。
看到男孩那么高兴，树非常欣慰。但是，男孩从此很久都没回来。树再一次孤独，起来。
一个炎热的夏日，男孩终于回来了，树很欣慰。
“来和我玩吧！”树说。
“我过的不快乐，我也一天天变老了，我想去航海放松一下。你能给我一条船吗？”
“用我的树干造你的船吧，你就能快乐地航行到遥远的地方了。”男孩把树干砍下来，做成了一条船。
他去航海了，很长时间都没露面。
。
最后，过了很多年，男孩终于回来了。
“对不起，孩子，我再也没有什么东西可以给你了……”树说。
“我已经没有牙咬苹果了。”男孩回答道。
“我也没有树干让你爬了。”树说。
“我已经老得爬不动了。”男孩说。
“我真的不能再给你任何东西了，除了我正在死去的树根。”树含着泪说。
“我现在不需要什么了，只想找个地方休息。过了这么些年，我累了。”男孩回答道。
“太好了！老树根正是休息是最好的倚靠，来吧，来坐在我身边，休息一下吧。”
男孩坐下了，树很高兴，含着泪
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这是每个人的故事，树就是我们的父母。当我们年轻的时候，我们愿意和爸爸妈妈玩。当我们长大成人，我们就离开了父母，只有我们需要一些东西或者遇到一些麻烦时，才会回来。不论怎样，父母总是支持我们，竭力给我们每一样能让我们高兴的东西。
你也许会想，男孩对树太残酷了，但是，那正是我们所有人对待父母的方式啊！
回家
They were going to Fort Lauderdale -- three boys and three girls -- and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray, cold spring of New York vanished behind them.
As the bus passed through New Jersey, they bagan to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into complete silence.
着……
Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson?s2,and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.
“ We?re going to Florida,” she said brightly. “ I hear it?s really beautiful.”
“ It is,” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.
“ Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig3 from the bottle. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson?s and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he began to tell his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
“ Are you married?”
“ I don?t know.”
“ You don?t know?” she said.
“ Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife,” he said. “ I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn?t stand it, if the kids kept askin4 question, if it hurt her too much, well, she could just forget me. I?d understand. Get a new guy, I said she?s wonderful woman, really something and forget about me. I told her she didn?t have to write me. And she didn?t. Not for three and a half years.”
“ And you?re going home now, not knowing?”
“ Yeah,” he said shyly. “ Well, last week, when I was sure the parole5 was coming through,I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick6, just before Jacksonville7, and there?s a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she didn?t have a new guy and if she?d take me back, she shou