一种倔强的花叫（A kind of stubborn flower）.docVIP

一种倔强的花叫（A kind of stubborn flower） The sea breeze roared, the air temperature in the city of linhai was lower, I have been here for six years, this is the most near shore, in the window sill, my mother kept her usual posture to look at the sea. Its also the closest thing to the border. My mother likes to watch the sunset, like to wait for the faint yellow sky to be a star, like to point to the remote sentry to tell me, my father is there. His father was a soldier, guarding the frontier and defending his homeland. My father is my family, he is patriotic, he loves his family, but he seldom comes back. He always sends a bouquet of flowers every three or five days, and spends his time in a white envelope lying quietly, very much, very beautiful. The envelope was slightly moistened, not knowing whether it was the sweat of the morning dew or the rush of the postman, or the tears that slipped down from his fathers home. Mother said that it was the sky star, her favorite flower, exquisite and delicate, white flawless. My mothers house was full of this kind of flowers, and my mother said that they decided to get married when they were on a mountain top, and the mountains were full of stars, and the flakes were white and green and fragrant. 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, which had a star in it. My father did it, and there was a small garden on the balcony of my house. There were white flowers in the garden, small and tender, and the name of the white flower was the star. Dad is a soldier, and he has to go back to camp after marriage. My mother always said that I shouldnt marry my father, but I couldnt see him a few times a year. But she was still taking care of the flowers, and she got up before dawn to fetch a spring from a nearby mountain, and looked after the flowers carefully, because her father had planted them. Dad back to the border region of door the next