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The good doctor had some interesting theories concerning planting trees£®He believed in ¡°No pains, no gains¡±£®He never watered his new trees, which was beyond many people£®Once I asked why£®He answered that watering plants spoiled them, and that if you water them, each following tree generation will grow weaker and weaker£®So you have to make things tough for them£®He talked about how watering trees made for shallow roots, and how trees that weren¡¯t watered had to grow deep roots in search of water£®I took him to mean that deep roots were to be treasured£®
So he never watered his trees. He¡¯d plant an oak(ÏðÊ÷) and, instead of watering it every morning, he¡¯d beat it with a rolled-up newspaper. Smack! Slap! Pow! I asked him why he did that, and he said it was to get the tree¡¯s attention.
Dr. Gibbs passed away a couple of years after I left home. Every now and again, I walked by his house and looked at the trees that I¡¯d watched him plant some twenty-five years ago. They¡¯re extremely tall, big and strong now. Those trees wake up in the morning and beat their chests and drink their coffee black.
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The author had a neighbor called Dr. Gibbs who had his own way of planting trees. Instead of taking too much care of his trees, he let them survive and grow in the tough environment.
I can¡¯t agree more with Dr. Gibbs¡¯ way of planting trees for the reason that too much care would spoil the trees since they would depend on Dr. Gibbs¡¯ care. Once they had lost the care, their survival ability was lost, too.
Due to the birth control in our country, many parents have only one child. So they do what they can to satisfy their children¡¯s needs and arrange everything for them, making them unable to look after themselves without their parents¡¯ care. Flowers from a greenhouse can never withstand a storm. As a famous saying goes, ¡°spare the rod and spoil the child.¡±
If I were a parent, I would make my child eat bitter food, do hard work and send him or her to the places where he could get the fullest training and knowledge with which he or she would value the labor and be capable of facing hardships. I would also teach my child to help support the family. More could be done apart from food , hard work and bad condition.
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The Nigerian postal service has witnessed a reduction in the number of letters sent, especially by individuals, due to the alternatives of email and text.
¡°People prefer these over letters, because of the speed, although letters serve many purposes, other than conveying of messages", said Barry Varley Tipton, principal of Cherry Field College.
But some people think that the vanishing(Öð½¥ÏûʧµÄ) art of letter writing has grave (ÑÏÖصÄ) consequences for students, teachers, the economy, society and the beauty of reading from loved ones, because letters in those days usually had a variety of styles .
A lover of letters writing, Hajiya Aisha refers to the occasions she has seen people enraged, because their connections at a cyber cafe took 56 seconds rather than the usual 36 hours. She says, ¡°Although letters are slow, waiting for something good is not wholly a bad thing. Nothing beats a hand written letter.¡±
"When I was a graduate studying overseas twenty five years ago, my mother wrote to me daily. It was wonderful to receive those letters. They often said nothing more than everyone was thinking of me. I continue this tradition with several friends who are scattered worldwide. Hand written letters show the love that we have for family and friends. Email cannot replace the smile of actually getting the letter. The warm, sincere thank- you note, or the sweetly scented love letter we usually received and sent in those days is irreplaceable" she said.
Will electronic age stamps replace letters? Hopefully not, since it takes with it a culture rich in colour, history, and communication. Letters, like bits of ourselves, deserve to be stored away for future readers, giving them insight into details as small as the price and pattern of stamps, and as great as personal insights exchanged long ago.
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One day when he rushed home from school and threw himself into his mother¡¯s arms, he cried out bitterly, ¡°A boy, a big boy¡­ called me a f-¡­freak.¡± She sighed, knowing that his life was to be endless of heartbreaks.
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift for literature and music.
The boy¡¯s father had a talk with the family doctor. Could nothing be done? ¡°I believe we could graft(ÒÆÖ²)on a pair of outer ears, if they could be donated,¡± the doctor decided. So the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice a young man. Two years went by. Then, ¡°You¡¯re going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it¡¯s a secret,¡± said the father.
The operation was a brilliant success. His talents blossomed (¿ª»¨)into genius. School and college became a series of successes. Later he married and entered the diplomatic£¨Íâ½»£©service. ¡°But I must know!¡± he urged his father. ¡°Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.¡±
¡°I do not believer you could,¡± said the father, ¡°but the agreement was that you are not to know¡­.not yet.¡± The years kept the secret, but the day did come¡­. one of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother¡¯s casket(¹×²Ä).Slowly and tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to let out the secret.
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