一种顽固的花叫(国外英文资料).docVIP

一种倔强的花叫 Sea breeze blow, linhai city air temperature is lower, Ive lived here for six years, it is the most close to the ocean, windowsill, mother in the attitude of always looking at the sea. This is also the closest thing to the border. My mother likes to watch the sunset, likes to wait for the faint yellow sky to make a star, likes to point to the remote sentinel to tell me, my father is there. My father is a soldier, guarding the border and defending the motherland. Father is my family, his patriotic, love family, but he is rarely come back, always every transplanting will send a bouquet of flowers, flowers on a white envelope quietly lying down, really want to, is very beautiful. The envelope was slightly moistened, not knowing whether it was the sweat of the morning dew or the quick sweat of the postman, or the tears that slipped down when the father was home. Mother said that it was the star of the sky, her favorite flower, delicate and white. My mothers house full of this kind of flower, mama said, when they decided to get married in a mountain, the mountain with all over the sky star, patches of white, green, green scent. My mother was wearing a white cotton dress and dad was wearing a light blue plaid. He told his mother that he was going to give her a happy home. My father made it, and there was a little flower bed on the balcony of my house, and there were white flowers in the flowerbeds, small, tender, and white flowers called the stars. Father is a soldier, and nature will have to return to camp after marriage. My mother often said that I shouldnt marry my father, and I wouldnt see him a few times a year. But she still care those flowers, daily morning before get up to a nearby mountain spring water, carefully take care of the flowers, because that is dad had produced. Dad back to the border region of door the next day came an envelope, small envelope without any writing, white as blooming flowers inside dad said, the border region that is full of flo