关于母亲节的英语题谁能给我个和母亲节有关的英语任务型阅读,急用!那个……我现在初三，要的是英语试题，完形填空，补全句子任务型阅读，我们明天上课要读的 只要是和母亲有关的就

关于母亲节的英语题谁能给我个和母亲节有关的英语任务型阅读,急用!那个……我现在初三，要的是英语试题，完形填空，补全句子任务型阅读，我们明天上课要读的 只要是和母亲有关的就
关于母亲节的英语题
谁能给我个和母亲节有关的英语任务型阅读,急用!
那个……我现在初三，要的是英语试题，完形填空，补全句子任务型阅读，我们明天上课要读的
只要是和母亲有关的就好，上面四个题型中哪一个都没有问题。

关于母亲节的英语题谁能给我个和母亲节有关的英语任务型阅读,急用!那个……我现在初三，要的是英语试题，完形填空，补全句子任务型阅读，我们明天上课要读的 只要是和母亲有关的就
这是一篇我挺喜欢的文章,不知道你现在英语处于什么水平,如果有不懂得,可以在百度上问我,
My Mother’s Day Gift
The best Mother’s Day gift I ever received was a magnolia tree(木兰).At first,it was a droopy little thing---reminiscent of the tree Charlie Brown selected at Christmas---but it was mine,and I knew I would treasure it.
Magnolia trees,you see,were my mother’s favorite.We had jone in the front yard of our house when I was growing up.I can still remenber Mom’s pleasure upon seeing the buds.“Oh,look,”she’d exclaim every year,“the magnolia tree is going to bloom---just in time for my birthday.”And sure enough,on April19,her birthday,the graceful pink-and-white flowers would be all over the branches,announcing the arrival of spring.
Back then,I didn’t find the blooming of a tree to be an event worthy of celebration.A new toy,a pretty dress or a trip to the amusement park---those were exciting.But my mother had a way of appreciating the smallest things as miracles.A baby’s smile,the fragrance of lilacs or a call from an old friend filled her with happiness.
On the first Mother’s Day following her death six years ago,I wasn’t sure how I’d cope.Reminders of my mother’s absence seem to be everywhere.At the mall,a wall of Mother’s Day cards greeted me;in the newspaper,ads for brunch and gifts adorned the page;at the schoolyard,the other parents discussed plans for a family weekend.It all reminded me of my mother,who’d died only four months before.I envisioned a day spent wiping tears from my eyes and feeling sorry for myself.
That Sunday morning I awoke to a quiet house,with warm sun streaming through the windows.I wondered where my husband had gone with our two daughters,Kira,4,and Sophie,9 months.As I was relaxing in bed,enjoying the peace,Kira suddenly burst through the bedroom door.
“Lood outside,Mommy!” she ordered.There,in the yard,David was digging a hole.Next to him was a fragile little tree whose roots were wrapped in burlap.“It’s a magnolia tree.”Kira said,though I didn’t need to be told.I raised the window and called out to David.“Happy Mother’s Day.”he said.
It was.Although I didn’t have my mother any longer,I had her tree,and each year since,I’ve had her enthusiasm.Now when we pull up to our house on a bright spring day,I say to my darghters:”Oh,look,the magnolia’s about to bloom.”And when it does,we admire its beauty and use it as a chance to talk about my mother and her love for flowers.These moments help keep her spirit very much alive.
By the time Mother’s Day arrive,the petals have usually fallen from the branches and the tree sits in the yard with just its green leaves.But each year it has become stronger and sturdier,just as I have.And instead of a day to miss my mother,Mother’s Day has become a time to celebrate the fact that I am a mother,teaching my daughters the very things that my mother taught me:to appreciate the small things that make life so beautiful.

tomorrow is-------（mother） day（mother‘s）