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适合初中英语美文篇一
你令爱了不起
Relax. He is the same little boy you loved yesterday. I smiled trying to hold back the tears. "No he isn't. Yesterday I dreamed he would be an astronaut. Today I am hoping he will learn to talk."
It was like some sort of cosmic joke. I could still recall the day that determined my fate. It was October in Ottawa and the summer breezes had given way to the autumn rainfall of leaves. The snow would begin soon. The crispness of coming frost was in the air. My casually mentioning Wyatt's behavior to Dr. Martin aroused his worries. He started asking me questions about Wyatt's activities, speech pattern and emotions. I still see clearly in my mind the sterility of the room and all its belongings when the doctor turned to me and said, "He almost sounds autistic(孤僻的)."
I couldn't cope with that picture in my mind. I had to run to get away from this all too painful place that was reminding me of what was to be my child's life-being strange.
I could not remember how many times I told myself, "This is normal. He is a little boy who is not talking yet," when my asking questions met with his blank-eyed response in a restaurant; how many times I would brag, "He loves to play on his own for hours at a time and he never gets into trouble," when Wyatt was playing games that no one else could conceive(设想，考虑) of, let alone join in while other boys in the park were playing together or in small groups huddled around a sand pail or toy truck. My life was changing direction. So was Wyatt's.
I started to hide Wyatt from my friends and neighbor especially from a good friend. For eight months a friend and I had been pregnant together. Our boys were six days apart. We used to have long phone talks about our babies to share some fun and loss. It was too painful to let others know about my boy acting strange. It was like a blot in my life that was supposed to be happy and wonderful.
It was a Thursday afternoon and I found one half of a great pair of kitchen scissors was missing. They were unbelievably sharp and could be taken apart so they could be washed or the blades sharpened. I knew Wyatt had taken the missing blade.
"Wyatt," I began as patiently as I could, "Do you see this" I held up the blade. "Do you know what this is?"
Wyatt stuffed a bunch of Fruit Loops in his mouth. No response.
"Wyatt!" I forced eye contact with him. "Where are the other scissors See these" I showed him the half pair. "These are in this drawer. Where are the other ones?"
He grinned big. Ate Fruit Loops. Turned the TV on and off. Still no response.
I didn't know what to do. It was really hard. "Wyatt," I tried once more, "Mommy wants these scissors. Can you go get them for Mommy It will make Mommy so happy if you bring me the scissors."
"Watch Spongebob" Wyatt asked as he slid down from his kitchen stool and ran off, leaving me shaking my head and wondering in exactly which way this situation was going to end badly.
Five minutes later, I turned my head to see Wyatt coming downstair his favorite doll in one hand, the missing half pair of kitchen scissors in the other. I immediately ran over and took it from him.
"Wyatt!" I hugged him. "Thank you for bringing me the scissors! Good job! You did it! These scissors need to stay in the kitchen. These are Mommy's scissors!"
Wyatt laughed, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Mommy so happy!"
I was on the verge of tears. A realization dawned on me that he was the best gift I had ever gotten even though he was not as normal as other children. And why did I hide him from others as if he were some dark and terrible secret No! He was my pride. It was a long, hard battle to get him to this point, expressing his wants and needs without resorting to violence in frustration. In fact, each new day brings out a new set of challenges and we have learned a lot about fighting this thing called autism. With love and patience I have found the beautiful, happy boy who would teach me more about life.
And that is the solution to my cosmic riddle.
适合初中英语美文篇二
The Woman In My Life
The woman in my life catches me when I've fallen
And holds me like a baby when I'm hurt.
No matter how high I climb
She guides me safely back to earth.
And she's there when I need her,
My guardian angel,
In the dark I can see her
Here by my side.
The woman in my life says I'm the one she prayed for
And all she's ever gonna need.
But she's the one my heart was made for
And that's the way it's always gonna be.
Now I understand just why my dad
Is crazy about the woman in my life
适合初中英语美文篇三
My furry friend
Growing up, I always wanted a dog. Probably because most of my friends had them, my favorite TV families had them, and it just seemed normal, and American, to have a pooch(杂种狗) in the house.
My Dad is very clean. Not just clean, I might say more Danny Tanner-ish in his habits. As in, he hoses down(用水管浇) the backyard, and front walkway, and even gets halfway down the street, just for fun, until we have to yell, "Dad, you're wasting water! You can't hose down the world!" Then he stops, and comes inside, and starts the very important task of scrubbing(洗涤) the fingerprint smudges off the walls.
So, no dog. When I was eight, we moved across town to a larger house, with a pool, in a "safer" neighborhood, in a gated community. With a large yard. I was very against moving. Why, I cried, were we picking up and deserting everything and everyone we knew and loved?! Our old house was great, we had an avocado tree, it was on a super steep hill, what more could you want?! Well, in order to calm me down, I guess, my parents told me that we could get a dog when we moved to the new, barren(贫瘠的) home. I was sold. I quickly shut my trap.
I feel it was serendipitous(偶然发现的) that we didn't get a dog after the move. My parents said that I would never walk it, which I vehemently denied, but which was probably true. And saying we would get a dog and not following through was pretty much the ONLY thing my parents ever promised that didn't happen in my life so far. I guilted them about it for a few years, sobbing on holidays when I said "the only thing I want is a dog" and refused presents. Then snuck them into my room on the sly.
I am in my twenties now, and our new roommate just moved in. She has a dog. A West Highland Terrier, or Westie, as they are known. He is fluffy, but not too fluffy, small, but not too small, white, but not too white. He is perfect.
I don't even believe in perfection really, but this dog is perfect for ME. Its the dog I always dreamt of having, and it loves me as I knew a dog would. It follows me into the bathroom when I shower. At first we would scare each other, I was not used to having a non-human, living thing with a beating heart following me around and it would surprise me around corners.
Slowly, we got used to each other. Now I can tell when the dog needs to go out, or when he just sees a few birds in our yard. I give the doggie water, I walk him, and I teach him boundaries. My boyfriend was impressed when I taught him how to lie in his bed while the humans are eating, so as not to bother us. "I can't believe he listens to you." As Cesar Millan would say, I am the Alpha Dog.
In some ways, I am glad I have (been forced to) wait until this age to have a dog around. I don't take him for granted. I am happy every morning when I wake up and hear his little nails clicking across the floor. We are a good match. I can see how a dog is not for everyone. They are very needy and require a lot of attention and affection and structure.
Now my parents are semi-retired but my Dad travels a lot for work. He's off to Luxembourg, Mexico, or the Turks and Caicos every month. I ask my Mom if she would like a dog to keep her company. She says no, she has a stepdog now (ours) and she can visit it whenever she wants.
And yes, my furry friend will go with me wherever I want to go and whenever, he is very accomodating like that.
