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杏花微雨里,春姑娘一个哈欠,吹绿了湖边嫩柳,染黄了枝头迎春,唤醒了梢头啼莺,催发了指间春阳……又到了一年放风筝的好时节。几年前,我七八岁,做事情总喜欢三心二意,没有耐心,到头总是一事无成。妈妈看在眼里,急在心里,常常唠叨:“要有耐心!”我却总是说一句让她更无奈的话:“耐心是什么东西?”妈妈当场愣怔。几度无语后,突然有一天,她极兴奋地拉着我的手直奔家门口的广场。
Apricot flowers in the rain, the spring girl yawn, blowing the green lake noodles, yellowed branches Yingchun, awakened the head crows, reminders of the fingers Spring ... ... and went to a good year of flying a kite . A few years ago, I was seven or eight years old, doing things like heart and half, do not have the patience, always without success. Mom looked in the eyes, anxious in my heart, often nagging: “have patience! ” I always say something that makes her even more helpless: “What is patient?” After several silent, suddenly one day, she was very excited to pull my hand went straight to the square in front of the house.