英语手抄报母亲与孩子ItwasChristmas1961.IwasteachinginasmalltowninOhiowheremytwenty-seventhirdgraderseagerlyanticipatedthegreatdayofgiftsgiving.Atreecoveredwithtinselandgaudy(俗丽的)paperchainsgracedonecorner.Inanotherrestedamangersceneproducedfromcardboardandposterpaintsbychubby(圆胖的),andsomegrubby,hands.Someonehadbroughtadollandplaceditonthestrawinthecardboardboxthatservedasthemanger.Itdidn'tmatterthatyoucouldpullastringandheartheblue-eyed,golden-haireddollysay,"MynameisSusie.""ButJesuswasaboybaby!"oneoftheboysproclaimed.Nonetheless,Susiestayed.Eachdaythechildrenproducedsomenewwonder--stringsofpopcorn,hand-madetrinkets,andGermanbellsmadefromwallpapersamples,whichwehungfromtheceiling.Throughitallsheremainedaloof,watchingfromafar,seeminglymilesaway.Iwonderedwhatwouldhappentothisquietchild,oncesohappy,nowsosuddenlywithdrawn.Ihopedthefestivitieswouldappealtoher.Butnothingdid.Wemadecardsandgiftsformothersanddads,forsistersandbrothers,forgrandparents,andforeachother.Athomethestudentsmadethepopularfriedmarblesandviedwithoneanothertobringintheprettiestones."Youputtheminahotfryingpan,Teacher.Andyouletthemgetrealhot,andthenyouwatchwhathappensinside.Butyoudon'tfrythemtoolongortheybreak."So,asmygifttothem,Imadeeachofmystudentsalittlepouchforcarryingtheirfriedmarbles.AndIknewtheyhadeachmadesomethingforme:bookmarkscarefullycut,colored,andsomepastedtogether;cardsandspecialdrawings;liquidembroidery(刺绣)doilies,hand-fringed,ofcourse.Thedayofgift-givingfinallycame.Weoohedandaahedoverourhandiworkasthepresentswereexchanged.Throughitall,shesatquietlywatching.Ihadmadeaspecialpouchforher,redandgreenwithwhitelace.Iwantedverymuchtoseehersmile.Sheopenedthepackagesoslowlyandcarefully.Iwaitedbutsheturnedaway.Ihadnotpenetratedthewallofisolationshehadbuiltaroundherself.Afterschoolthechildrenleftinlittlegroups,chatteringaboutthegreatdayyettocomewhenlong-hoped-fortwo-wheelersandbrightsledswouldappearbesidetheirtreesathome.Shelingered,watchingthembundleupandgooutthedoor.Isatdowninachild-sizedchairtocatchmybreath,hardlyawareofwhatwashappening,whenshecametomewithoutstretchedhands,bearingasmallwhitebox,unwrappedandslightlysoiled,asthoughithadbeenheldmanybyunwashed,childishhands.Shesaidnothing."Forme?"Iaskedwithaweaksmile.Shesaidnotaword,butnoddedherhead.Itooktheboxandgingerlyopenedit.Thereinside,glistening(闪亮的)green,afriedmarblehungfromagoldenchain.ThenIlookedintothatelderlyeight-year-oldfaceandsawthequestioninherdarkbrowneyes.InaflashIknew--shehadmadeitforhermother,amothershewouldneverseeagain,amotherwhowouldneverholdherorbrushherhairorshareafunnystory,amotherwhowouldneveragainhearherchildishjoysorsorrows.Amotherwhohadtakenherownlifejustthreeweeksbefore.共2页，当前第1页12-全文完-
