The first memory I have of him — of anything, really — is his strength. It was in the late afternoon in a house under construction near ours. The unfinished wood floor had large, terrifying holes whose yawning[张大嘴] darkness I knew led to nowhere good. His powerful hands, then age 33, wrapped all the way around my tiny arms, then age 4, and easily swung[摇摆] me up to his shoulders to command all I surveyed.
我对他——实际上是对所有事的最初记忆,就是他的力量。那是一个下午的晚些时候,在一所靠近我家的正在修建的房子里,尚未完工的木地板上有一个个巨大可怕的洞,那些张着大口的黑洞在我看来是通向不祥之处的。时年33岁的爸爸用那强壮有力的双手一把握住我的小胳膊,当时我才4岁,然后轻而易举地把我甩上他的肩头,让我把一切都尽收眼底。
慕容紫yin\ 回答采纳率:30.0% 15:09
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. time went by. The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. Come and play with me, the tree asked the boy. I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore. The boy replied, I want toys. I need money to buy them. Sorry, but I don't have money. But you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money. The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. Come and play with me the tree said. I don't have time to play. I have to work for family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me? Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house. So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. Come and play with me! the tree said. The boy said, I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat? Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy. So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you. the tree said. I don't have teeth to bite the boy replied. No more truck for you to climb on I am too old for that now the boy said. I really can't give you anything. The only thing left is my dying roots. the tree said with tears. I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years. the boy replied. Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, come sit down with me and rest. The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears. This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grown up, we left them, only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how all of us are treating our parents.
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