I am the stamen and pistil ， and the love is the flower petal 。 I will learn how to gratitude 。When I know how to say “thanks” for everything ， I will feel love is hugging me 。

I know the flower means mother —— carnation for the first time 。Carnation is the grateful and love to mother 。

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If the life is a pen ， the memory is a piece of paper ， then I will use my love to writing the happiest story 。

The story was happened on Mother’s day ……

After school ， I bought a bunch of red carnations as a present for my Mum 。 I thought when my Mum see my present ， she will be very happy ! I love it ， mother will love it too。

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I ran to home 。Dad was sitting on the sofa 。 He said :“you are coming to late ! Your Mum was go out to find you !”My heart was broken ! The carnations were fell and I turn around to run out of home 。

I was running as fast as I can ， I was crying and shouting ：“Mum! Mum! Where are you !” I ran crazily on the street ， shouted，cried， didn’t care about raindrop hitted me ， didn’t care about the dark night was stabbing pain my eyes。Only I only know I can’t alive without my Mom! I ran and ran ， but it is all no use 。 I have been discouraged 。But suddenly ， I saw that familiar back 。

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Mom is waiting for me ， but I only remember to bought the carnation actually forgot the time ! I walk to Mom and said :“ Mom ， let’s go home!” Mom turned around and smiled 。 I opened my hand palm ， inside ， there was a piece of carnnation’s flower petal 。

“Happy Mother’s day ! Thank you for always love me !” I said 。

My mother looked at me ， then hugged me closer and closer ……

I picked up the carnations on the floor。 I saw tears had fell slowly from my mother’s eyes clearly ， the teardrops fell into carnation’s flower petals ， fell into my heart 。

In the vase ， the flower falls asleep ， but love is awaking ， the story of gratitude is continuing……