包含母亲节的英语句子
To mother on Mother's Day: Thank you for all of the wonderful things that you h ave done for me.
母亲节给妈妈:谢谢您为我做了那么多奇妙的事。
Now people are even celebrating such holidays as Valentine's Day and Mother's Day.
现在还时兴什么“情人节”、“母亲节”。
It is the teardrop for birthdays and mother's days.
他的泪珠，滑落在生日与母亲节。
This card is especially for Grandma on Mother’s Day.
在母亲节，这张贺卡是特别给外婆的。
Mother’s Day is to honor all mothers not just your own. Happy mother’s day, Grandma.
母亲节是为了向所有的母亲致敬，并非只是自己的母亲。母亲节快乐，外婆。
On Mother's Day this year, Tom bought a bundle of carnations for his mother.
今年母亲节，汤姆为妈妈买了一束康乃馨。
Next to mom, you are my favorite lady. Happy Mother's Day.
除了妈妈以外,您是我最敬爱的女性。母亲节快乐。
I will be thinking of you on this Mother's Day. Thanks, mom.
在母亲节里,我会一直想念着您。谢谢妈妈。
Today is your day to relax and let us take care of you. Happy Mother's Day.
今天是您休息的日子,让我们来照顾您。母亲节快乐。
The next day the day before Mother's Day my attending doctor told me that I got blood cancer.
第二天，在母亲节的前夕，主治大夫面色凝重的暗示我得了血癌。
Last Mother's Day B even gave you a bouquet of carnations, only us old men don't have our own holidays.
上次母亲节B还送了你一束康乃馨，就差我们老头子没自己的节日了。
It was nice talking to you on the telephone the other day. This card is to show that we still care. Happy Mother's Day.
前几天跟您通电话,真好!这张卡片是告诉您,我们仍然想念您。母亲节快乐。
What luck! This year your birthday and Mother's Day are on the same day. This calls for a double celebration.
真幸运!今年您的生日和母亲节是同一天。这需要双重庆祝。
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Of course, Mothersnever have favourites, but if their Mother HAD had a favourite, it mighthave been Roberta. Next came Peter, who wished to be an Eng and the youngest was Phyllis, who meant extremely well.Mother did not spend all her time in paying dull calls to dull ladies,and sitting dully at home waiting for dull ladies to pay calls to her. Shewas almost always there, ready to play with the children, and read to them,and help them to do their home-lessons. Besides this she used to writestories for them while they were at school, and read them aloud after tea,and she always made up funny pieces of poetry for their birthdays and forother great occasions, such as the christening of the new kittens, or therefurnishing of the doll's house, or the time when they were getting overthe mumps.These three lucky children always had everything they needed: prettyclothes, good fires, a lovely nursery with heaps of toys, and a MotherGoose wall-paper. They had a kind and merry nursemaid, and a dog whowas called James, and who was their very own. They also had a Fatherwho was just perfect--never cross, never unjust, and always ready for agame--at least, if at any time he was NOT ready, he always had anexcellent reason for it, and explained the reason to the children sointerestingly and funnily that they felt sure he couldn't help himself.THE RAILWAY CHILDREN3You will think that they ought to have been very happy. And so theywere, but they did not know HOW happy till the pretty life in the RedVilla was over and done with, and they had to live a very different lifeindeed.The dreadful change came quite suddenly.Peter had a birthday--his tenth. Among his other presents was a modelengine more perfect than you could ever have dreamed of. The otherpresents were full of charm, but the Engine was fuller of charm than anyof the others were.Its charm lasted in its full perfection for exactly three days. Then,owing either to Peter's inexperience or Phyllis's good intentions, whichhad been rather pressing, or to some other cause, the Engine suddenlywent off with a bang. James was so frightened that he went out and did notcome back all day. All the Noah's Ark people who were in the tender werebroken to bits, but nothing else was hurt except the poor little engine andthe feelings of Peter. The others said he cried over it--but of course boys often do not cry, however terrible the tragedies may be which darken theirlot. He said that his eyes were red because he had a cold. This turned outto be true, though Peter did not know it was when he said it, the next dayhe had to go to bed and stay there. Mother began to be afraid that he mightbe sickening for measles, when suddenly he sat up in bed and said:&I hate gruel--I hate barley water--I hate bread and milk. I want to getup and have something REAL to eat.&&What would you like?& Mother asked.&A pigeon-pie,& said Peter, eagerly, &a large pigeon-pie. A very largeone.&So Mother asked the Cook to make a large pigeon-pie. The pie wasmade. And when the pie was made, it was cooked. And when it wascooked, Peter ate some of it. After that his cold was better. Mother made apiece of poetry to amuse him while the pie was being made. It began bysaying what an unfortunate but worthy boy Peter was, then it went on:He had an engine that he loved With all his heart and soul, And if hehad a wish on earth It was to keep it whole.One day--my friends, I'ing to the worst--THE RAILWAY CHILDREN4Quite suddenly a screw went mad, And then the boiler burst!With gloomy face he picked it up And took it to his Mother, Thougheven he could not suppose That shFor those who perished on the line He did not seem to care, Hisengine being more to him Than all the people there.And now you see the reason why Our Peter has been ill: He sootheshis soul with pigeon-pie His gnawing grief to kill.He wraps himself in blankets warm And sleeps in bed till late,Determined thus to e His miserable fate.And if his eyes are rather red, His cold must just excuse it: O you may be sure He never will refuse it.Father had been away in the country for three or four days. All Peter'shopes for the curing of his afflicted Engine were now fixed on his Father,for Father was most wonderfully clever with his fingers. He could mendall sorts of things. He had often acted as veterinary surgeon to the woodenrocking- once he had saved its life when all human aid wasdespaired of, and the poor creature was given up for lost, and even thecarpenter said he didn't see his way to do anything. And it was Father whomended the doll's cradle wh and with a little glue andsome bits of wood and a pen-knife made all the Noah's Ark beasts asstrong on their pins as ever they were, if not stronger.Peter, with heroic unselfishness, did not say anything about his Enginetill after Father had had his dinner and his after-dinner cigar. Theunselfishness was Mother's idea--but it was Peter who carried it out. Andneeded a good deal of patience, too.At last Mother said to Father, &Now, dear, if you're quite rested, andfy, we want to tell you about the great railway accident, and askyour advice.&&All right,& said Father, &fire away!&So then Peter told the sad tale, and fetched what was left of theEngine.&Hum,& said Father, when he had looked the Engine over verycarefully.The children held their breaths.THE RAILWAY CHILDREN5&Is there NO hope?& said Peter, in a low, unsteady voice.&Hope? Rather! Tons of it,& said Father, &but it'll wantsomething besides hope--a bit of brazing say, or some solder, and a newvalve. I think we'd better keep it for a rainy day. In other words, I'll giveup Saturday afternoon to it, and you shall all help me.&&CAN girls help to mend engines?& Peter asked doubtfully.&Of course they can. Girls are just as clever as boys, and don't youforget it! How would you like to be an engine-driver, Phil?&&My face would be always dirty, wouldn't it?& said Phyllis, inunenthusiastic tones, &and I expect I should break something.&&I should just love it,& said Roberta--&do you think I could when I'mgrown up, Daddy? Or even a stoker?&&You mean a fireman,& said Daddy, pulling and twisting at the engine.&Well, if you still wish it, when you're grown up, we'll see about makingyou a fire-woman. I remember when I was a boy--&Just then there was a knock at the front door.&Who on earth!& said Father. &An Englishman's house is his castle, ofcourse, but I do wish they built semi-detached villas with moats anddrawbridges.&Ruth--she was the parlour-maid and had red hair--came in and said thattwo gentlemen wanted to see the master.&I've shown them into the Library, Sir,& said she.&I expect it's the subscription to the Vicar's testimonial,& said Mother,&or else it's the choir holiday fund. Get rid of them quickly, dear. It doesbreak up an evening so, and it's nearly the children's bedtime.&But Father did not seem to be able to get rid of the gentlemen at allquickly.&I wish we HAD got a moat and drawbridge,& said R &then,when we didn't want people, we could just pull up the drawbridge and noone else could get in. I expect Father will have forgotten about when hewas a boy if they stay much longer.&Mother tried to make the time pass by telling them a new fairy storyabout a Princess with green eyes, but it was difficult because they couldhear the voices of Father and the gentlemen in the Library, and Father'sTHE RAILWAY CHILDREN6voice sounded louder and different to the voice he generally used topeople who came about testimonials and holiday funds.Then the Library bell rang, and everyone heaved a breath of relief.&They're going now,& said P &he's rung to have them shown out.&But instead of showing anybody out, Ruth showed herself in, and shelooked queer, the children thought.&Please'm,& she said, &the Master wants you to just step into the study.He looks like the dead, I think he's had bad news. You'd best prepareyourself for the worst, 'm--p'raps it's a death in the family or a bank bustedor--&&That'll do, Ruth,& said M &you can go.&Then Mother went into the Library. There was more talking. Then thebell rang again, and Ruth fetched a cab. The children heard boots go outand down the steps. The cab drove away, and the front door shut. ThenMother came in. Her dear face was as white as her lace collar, and hereyes looked very big and shining. Her mouth looked like just a line of palered--her lips were thin and not their proper shape at all.&It's bedtime,& she said. &Ruth will put you to bed.&&But you promised we should sit up late tonight because Father'ehome,& said Phyllis.&Father's been called away--on business,& said Mother. &Come,darlings, go at once.&They kissed her and went. Roberta lingered to give Mother an extrahug and to whisper:&It wasn't bad news, Mammy, was it? Is anyone dead--or--&&Nobody's dead--no,& said Mother, and she almost seemed to pushRoberta away. &I can't tell you anything tonight, my pet. Go, dear, goNOW.&So Roberta went.Ruth brushed the girls' hair and helped them to undress. (Motheralmost always did this herself.) When she had turned down the gas and leftthem she found Peter, still dressed, waiting on the stairs.&I say, Ruth, what's up?& he asked.&Don't ask me no questions and I won't tell you no lies,& the red-THE RAILWAY CHILDREN7headed Ruth replied. &You'll know soon enough.&Late that night Mother came up and kissed all three children as theylay asleep. But Roberta was the only one whom the kiss woke, and she laymousey-still, and said nothing.&If Mother doesn't want us to know she's been crying,& she said toherself as she heard through the dark the catching of her Mother's breath,&we WON'T know it. That's all.&When they came down to breakfast the next morning, Mother hadalready gone out.&To London,& Ruth said, and left them to their breakfast.&There's something awful the matter,& said Peter, breaking his egg.&Ruth told me last night we should know soon enough.&&Did you ASK her?& said Roberta, with scorn.&Yes, I did!& said Peter, angrily. &If you could go to bed without caringwhether Mother was worried or not, I couldn't. So there.&&I don't think we ought to ask the servants things Mother doesn't tellus,& said Roberta.&That's right, Miss Goody-goody,& said Peter, &preach away.&&I'M not goody,& said Phyllis, &but I think Bobbie's right this time.&&Of course. She always is. In her own opinion,& said Peter.&Oh, DON'T!& cried Roberta, putting down her egg- &don't let'sbe horrid to each other. I'm sure some dire calamity is happening. Don'tlet's make it worse!&&Who began, I should like to know?& said Peter.Roberta made an effort, and answered:--&I did, I suppose, but--&&Well, then,& said Peter, triumphantly. But before he went to school hethumped his sister between the shoulders and told her to cheer up.The children came home to one o'clock dinner, but Mother was notthere. And she was not there at tea-time.It was nearly seven before she came in, looking so ill and tired that thechildren felt they could not ask her any questions. She sank into an arm-chair. Phyllis took the long pins out of her hat, while Roberta took off hergloves, and Peter unfastened her walking- shoes and fetched her softTHE RAILWAY CHILDREN8velvety slippers for her.When she had had a cup of tea, and Roberta had put eau-de-Cologneon her poor head that ached, Mother said:--&Now, my darlings, I want to tell you something. Those men last nightdid bring very bad news, and Father will be away for some time. I am veryworried about it, and I want you all to help me, and not to make thingsharder for me.&&As if we would!& said Roberta, holding Mother's hand against herface.&You can help me very much,& said Mother, &by being good and happyand not quarrelling when I'm away&--Roberta and Peter exchanged guiltyglances--&for I shall have to be away a good deal.&&We won't quarrel. Indeed we won't,& said everybody. And meant it,too.&Then,& Mother went on, &I want you not to ask me any questio and not to ask anybody else any questions.&Peter cringed and shuffled his boots on the carpet.&You'll promise this, too, won't you?& said Mother.&I did ask Ruth,& said Peter, suddenly. &I'm very sorry, but I did.&&And what did she say?&&She said I should know soon enough.&&It isn't necessary for you to know anything about it,& said M&it's about business, and you never do understand business, do you?&&No,& said R &is it something to do with Government?& ForFather was in a Government Office.&Yes,& said Mother. &Now it's bed-time, my darlings. And don't YOUworry. It'll e right in the end.&&Then don't YOU worry either, Mother,& said Phyllis, &and we'll all beas good as gold.&Mother sighed and kissed them.&We'll begin being good the first thing tomorrow morning,& said Peter,as they went upstairs.&Why not NOW?& said Roberta.&There's nothing to be good ABOUT now, silly,& said Peter.THE RAILWAY CHILDREN9&We might begin to try to FEEL good,& said Phyllis, &and not callnames.&&Who's calling names?& said Peter. &Bobbie knows right enough thatwhen I say 'silly', it's just the same as if I said Bobbie.&&WELL,& said Roberta.&No, I don't mean what you mean. I mean it's just a--what is it Fathercalls it?--a germ of endearment! Good night.&The girls folded up their clothes with more than usual neatness-- whichwas the only way of being good that they could think of.&I say,& said Phyllis, smoothing out her pinafore, &you used to say itwas so dull--nothing happening, like in books. Now something HAShappened.&&I never wanted things to happen to make Mother unhappy,& saidRoberta. &Everything's perfectly horrid.&Everything continued to be perfectly horrid for some weeks.Mother was nearly always out. Meals were dull and dirty. Thebetween-maid was sent away, and Aunt Emma came on a visit. AuntEmma was much older than Mother. She was going abroad to be agoverness. She was very busy getting her clothes ready, and they werevery ugly, dingy clothes, and she had them always littering about, and thesewing-machine seemed to whir--on and on all day and most of the night.Aunt Emma believed in keeping children in their proper places. And theymore than returned pliment. Their idea of Aunt Emma's properplace was anywhere where they were not. So they saw very little of her.They preferred pany of the servants, who were more amusing.Cook, if in a good temper, could ic songs, and the housemaid, ifshe happened not to be offended with you, could imitate a hen that has laidan egg, a bottle of champagne being opened, and could mew like two catsfighting. The servants never told the children what the bad news was thatthe gentlemen had brought to Father. But they kept hinting that they couldtell a great deal if they chose--and this was fortable.One day when Peter had made a booby trap over the bath-room door,and it had acted beautifully as Ruth passed through, that red-hairedparlour-maid caught him and boxed his ears.THE RAILWAY CHILDREN10&You'e to a bad end,& she said furiously, &you nasty little limb,you! If you don't mend your ways, you'll go where your precious Father'sgone, so I tell you straight!&Roberta repeated this to her Mother, and next day Ruth was sent away.Then came the time when Mother came home and went to bed andstayed there two days and the Doctor came, and the children creptwretchedly about the house and wondered if the world ing to anend.Mother came down one morning to breakfast, very pale and with lineson her face that used not to be there. And she smiled, as well as she could,and said:--&Now, my pets, everything is settled. We're going to leave this house,and go and live in the country. Such a ducky dear little white house. Iknow you'll love it.&A whirling week of packing followed--not just packing clothes, likewhen you go to the seaside, but packing chairs and tables, covering theirtops with sacking and their legs with straw.All sorts of things were packed that you don't pack when you go to theseaside. Crockery, blankets, candlesticks, carpets, bedsteads, saucepans,and even fenders and fire-irons.The house was like a furniture warehouse. I think the children enjoyedit very much. Mother was very busy, but not too busy now to talk to them,and read to them, and even to make a bit of poetry for Phyllis to cheer herup when she fell down with a screwdriver and ran it into her hand.&Aren't you going to pack this, Mother?& Roberta asked, pointing tothe beautiful
inlaid with red turtleshell and brass.&We can't take everything,& said Mother.&But we seem to be taking all the ugly things,& said Roberta.&We're taking the useful ones,& said M &we've got to play atbeing Poor for a bit, my chickabiddy.&When all the ugly useful things had been packed up and taken away ina van by men in green-baize aprons, the two girls and Mother and AuntEmma slept in the two spare rooms where the furniture was all pretty. Alltheir beds had gone. A bed was made up for Peter on the drawing-room播放器加载中，请稍候...
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