美国亡夫前妻的小作文

美国亡夫前妻的文字总能令人感动到落泪！让你不由自主感到她是一个多么可爱可亲的人儿啊！

虽然许多时候，一个人的文字本身并不能代表，更不能反映出一个人的人品与道德。诚然，他们的离婚有诸多因素，不能非黑即白武断地评判孰是孰非。至少，从前在我的印象里，或者说，根据美国亡夫对她的描述，我一直以为她是一个追求物欲奢侈浪费的“坏”女人。

而我，又何尝不是被他们美方家属误解为一个拜金的“坏”女人呢？唉，能怪谁呢？美国亡夫在中国的猝然离世导致了一场世纪灾难！

而真相呢？真相可能与印象大相径庭。
这人生啊，真的好比雾里看花水中望月，你知哪个是真哪个是假？

不管怎样，我热爱她的文字！所以，我把这些文字复制到这里，以供大家参阅！

🌿💐🌿 I want to thank my mom on my birthday for the sacrifices she made giving me a happy life and ensure my success. She sent me to Catholic Schools and Colleges to ensure I got the best education where she squeezed out the money to pay for it. I was her investment. It helped my focus and gave me a work ethic I carried with me all my life. It taught me how to respect people. I miss her so much and the kindness she showed me. I lost my mom when I was 23 and worked with her at the hospital. Though she was very strict with me growing up and taught me humanity and how to be humble. She told me to be grateful for everything that wasn't a struggle and to focus and work hard when times were a struggle. She taught me how to be happy with almost nothing and to always be optimistic seeing the positive things in life instead of being miserable when things weren't perfect. She showed me life doesn't have to be perfect for happiness. She told me for every valley there will always be a mountain. Going around will teach you nothing. Climbing it will teach you strength and endurance to handle almost anything. She taught me that I was responsible for my own happiness and to love who I am and ignore the mean kids. She loved music and sang the popular songs to me, grabbing me up for a Lindy dance in the living room. She taught me how to draw. My happiness was drawing in different mediums, sitting on the floor listening to the radio, gardening in my backyard, typing out stories, reading books. I loved playing with my cats, birds and dog. We handed change to bums on the street down on their luck. We had no car so taking the bus was exciting for me. The smell of diesel brings me memories. We lived next to the hospital were my mom worked. The nurses from the Phillipines that lived in the nurses residence next to the hospital babysat me when I was young while my mom worked. When I got older they took me to Chinatown on the train to go food shopping. My apartment building was a cultural delight where Physicians from India, Africa and the Middle East lived. The foods were fabulous. As I got older I babysat for their children. Neighbors from Puerto Rico, Saudi Arabia, Dominican Republic would keep an eye on you as you walked up the block to the store. I loved playing Double Dutch jump rope on our side walk. The ten huge soft chocolate chip cookies for $1 and Yodels and Lipton Noodle Soup were my favorite snacks. I loved looking out the window to watch the full moon come up and always felt it was a good friend. I loved watching the planes on the horizon to the east flying down the coast as they lowered off view into JFK or Laguardia airports. Sometimes on a clear night you could see the lights at the top of the Whitestone Bridge. Of course you could see the NYC skyline from my back window before 1974 because the Yonkers General Hospital new building wasn't built yet next door blocking the view. Another favorite memory was when my dad was late coming home after 7pm at night, I would run down the street to the hospital, walk up the beautiful circular marble stairs of the hospital and fall asleep under the Grandfather Clock waiting for my mom to get off work at 12 midnight. My mom was loved by everyone who worked with her but mostly by her patients.There was always an off duty Yonkers cop moonlighting as security sitting at a desk. The treats of Dancing, singing and playing guitar came later. My Grandfather clock reminds me of home and my mom. Because mom was home 🌹

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这是一篇她回忆她已故母亲的小作文，文笔生动文思飞扬。事实是，美国亡夫对中国的好感恰恰源自于他的前妻。是他前妻小时候常被带到Chinatown中国城。他们结婚后，她又带着他去唐人街闲逛。

只是，按照美国亡夫的说法，他小时候，中美甚至都没有建立外交关系。中国对他来说，只能是一个神秘的古老东方存在吧。

可是，你读他前妻写的这篇小作文，你会意识到她从小就如同置身在一个小小的联合国。周围被来自世界各国不同文化不同族群的人群包围着。是的，他们两个都来自纽约市近郊的Yonker纽杨克市。

而纽约，于我一个中国乡间出身的人来说，分明是一个豪华大梦的存在。我到现在都不敢相信，这样两个出生天差地别的人，今生今世真的共结连理了吗？我翻看我们的结婚照片，两个人彼此喜笑颜开的模样，我甚至都不敢相信我曾经真的如此幸福过。

人生如梦，梦如人生。只有品尝过人生的酸甜苦辣悲欢离合，得到过又失去过的中老年人，才会发出这样哲人般的感慨吧！年轻的时候，读哲学书籍，往往味同嚼蜡，压根儿读不下去。

生命原不过就是一场体验之旅罢了。而好的文字，能带你的精神振翅高飞，让你去体验你现实里体验不到的另一个精彩世界。

谢谢美国亡夫前妻的精彩回忆。栩栩如生还原了70年代居住在美国Yonker市一个小女孩的心理生活片段。

她那么活泼浪漫，透过窗户观看满月升起，仿佛月亮是她的一个好朋友似的；她爱看东方地平线上的飞机缓缓降落在纽约肯尼迪机场或拉瓜迪亚机场...她的妈妈告诉她：对于每一个山谷而言，都有一座山峰。回避无济于事，只有攀登它才能教会你处理几乎一切问题的毅力和耐力。