“What's the matter, Mum?”
As soon as I entered the door, I found that my mother was not (please). It was unusual — she usually (open) the door and welcomes me with a smile!
“She's dying,” Mum said (sad). I knew what she said. The tulip (郁金香), my mother's favorite, is dying.
A month ago, we moved into our new house and Mum (buy) a very beautiful tulip in a flower shop. Mum liked it very much. Whenever she was free, she would sit in her armchair beside the tulip and enjoy (it) beautiful colour and nice smell.
She regarded the tulip as a baby and looked after it carefully. She put the tulip by the window and moved it from one place to another(give) enough sunshine to it. The first thing she did she got up every morning was to water the tulip. Mum also fertilized it many times.
She hoped that great care, the tulip would become more and more beautiful the tulip was dying because of too much sunshine, water and fertilizer.
It's true that mother loved the tulip. But this kind of love must be (harm).
Too much love can sometimes kill what you love.
