The Fruit Is Sweet
My mother liked to fill our house with plants. She treasured her little garden and the lives she created with tiny seeds (种子 ). I remember the happiness on her face when she showed me what had grown.
One day in high school, I passed through a gardening store, hoping to find something that I could use for my art piece. I had no luck finding one, so I decided to take bags of 1 seeds home instead. I had never planted anything in my life.
For some reason, these colorful seed packets attracted me. I 2many bags: roses, morning glories, lilies and even some moonflowers.
When I got home, my mother told me seriously that, if I was going to plant these flowers, it would have to be on my own. Not discouraged, I planted the different seeds in different pots. Every day, I3 them, hoping that the next day a little green head would spurt (冒出 ) to say "hello." But each day, I became 4 when I saw that my flowers hadn't grown. After about a week, when I was ready to give up on them, my mom said to me, "You need patience (耐心 )."
I did wait. One sunny afternoon, I came home from school. Walking up to the house, I took a quick look at the pots, really not 5 to see that anything had grown. To my surprise, there was a long green stem (茎) in one of the planted pots. A big 6 lit up my face. The morning glory vine suddenly spurted while I was at school.
In the past few years, I've learned that mothers are usually7. My mother taught me well, even though she really didn't have to use much effort. I learn to treasure those little lives that I create. She taught me to 8 . I believe that patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
