New Concept Composition Comprehensive Book -(Essential Edition)

Author: Chen Jiangong, Tan Tan, Bi Shumin, Gao Hongbo, Chen Shixu, etc. / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: She is happy, so I am happy. Her personality is quick-tempered, and her temper is very volatile. When she gets angry, it's like a volcano erupting, unstoppable. I am the one who suffers the consequences. She also has happy moments. When she's happy, even an iron tree thousands of years old will bloom. Of course, I live a little more comfortably too. You ask who she is? She is my dear mother. Let me tell you slowly. My dear mother is over forty and walks like the wind. The feeling she gives off is just one word: fierce. Indeed, my mother looks fierce, and she really is. Her fierce expression has two good "parts" — a pair of fierce eyes and a "speaker" eight degrees higher than usual. Whenever she glares at me, my legs go weak, and my whole body trembles, unable to meet her gaze. When she scolds me, her already high-pitched voice naturally rises eight degrees higher. And just the other day, after the parent-teacher meeting, I've been in a tense atmosphere, not daring to talk much with her when I have free time, afraid that any wrong word will provoke her thunderous scolding. During meals, I barely lift my head to eat a few mouthfuls, as if afraid she might swallow me whole in her excitement. I feel as if every minute and second is working against me, as if time is passing like a year.
"'Falling behind means getting hit!'" Suddenly, these words came out of her mouth.
"'What do you mean by that?'" I asked cautiously.
"'You're falling behind in your studies, so I'll have to be — hehe — unkind to you!'" Her smiling but insincere face made my heart ache. What a "falling behind means getting hit!"! Isn't my mother scary when she's angry? But she's scary when she's happy too. Whenever she has something to be happy about, the whole world knows because she smiles from ear to ear. She is also more careful with me than with an infant, holding me in her arms for fear of hurting me, holding me in her hands for fear of dropping me, and keeping me in her mouth for fear of melting me. She calls me "daughter," "daughter," and "daughter" endlessly. Even if I do poorly on an exam, she'll say in a soft, slow voice, "Just try harder next time." It leaves me completely baffled, as if I might stumble and fall headfirst, ending up in a "dog bites the dust" situation.
When my mother is happy, even a gloomy day instantly turns sunny. I suddenly noticed yesterday that the sunshine was particularly bright. Today, I realized it was all thanks to her.
"'Well, now this is better,' I thought, 'I'll be back in the dark again!'" At this moment, I feel as if I'm suspended in the air, swaying precariously. But I've gained a lot of experience and know how to take steady steps, avoiding any "dog bites the dust" incidents. I think being in the dark is much better than listening to her high-pitched, intimidating voice or looking at her fierce eyes. Much better!
Of course, I know she wants me to be a success. I think I can be a good child who understands her, and in the future, I must learn to understand my own children better. She is happy, so I am happy; she is happy, and then I am happy. Tomorrow, we will all be happy, everyone happy, great happiness.
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