Mystery of the white gardenia 梔子花之謎

周艷霞

父愛是什么？父愛是巍峨的高山，讓孩子挺起了做人的脊梁;父愛是遼闊的蒼穹，讓孩子鑄就了寬廣的胸襟;父愛也是春日的細(xì)雨，潤(rùn)物無聲。

父愛可以是孩子失落時(shí)一句鼓勵(lì)的話，也可以是孩子成功時(shí)默默的祝福，還可以是偶爾的怒氣與懲罰。盡管表達(dá)方式不同，但這些都體現(xiàn)著父親對(duì)孩子的愛。

子欲養(yǎng)而親不待，樹欲靜而風(fēng)不止。今年的父親節(jié)，讓我們一起共讀美文，共念親恩吧。請(qǐng)?jiān)陂喿x情境中思考：本文中父愛的內(nèi)涵是什么？該如何回報(bào)為我們?nèi)找共賱诘母赣H呢？

全文511詞，建議用時(shí)7分鐘。

閱讀目標(biāo)

1. 梳理并概括故事，掌握文章按時(shí)間順序敘述故事情節(jié)和呈現(xiàn)人物特征的手法。

2. 分析作者及其父親情感變化的原因，并由此分析父親的人物形象。

3. 理解文章中梔子花的象征意義，感悟父愛的內(nèi)涵與偉大。

閱讀預(yù)熱

Ⅰ. Video time

Have you ever watched the film Ocean Heaven？ Watch the trailer（預(yù)告片） and think： What does the film tell you？ What is the theme of this film？ Can you find any other way to represent the theme？

Ⅱ. Discussion

Have you ever received any presents from your father？ If any， what were they？ Why did your father choose those presents for you？ What present are you going to give to your father for the coming Fathers Day？ Why？

From the time I turned 12， every year on my birthday， a mysterious white gardenia（梔子花） was delivered to my house. No card or note came with it. Calls to the flower store were always in vain—it was a cash purchase. After a while I stopped trying to discover the senders identity and was just delighted with the beauty and fragrance of that magical， perfect white flower placed in soft pink tissue paper.

However， I never stopped imagining who the unknown giver might be. But it always failed me. My father contributed to these imagining. And at that time， hed ask me if there was someone for whom I had done a special kindness to show appreciation. As a teenager， I had more fun imagining that it might be a boy I fell in love with or one who had noticed me even though I didnt know him.

When I was 17， a boy broke my heart. The night he called for the last time， I cried myself to sleep. When I awoke in the morning， there was a line of words on my mirror in red lipstick. I thought about it for a long time and until my heart healed I went to get the glass cleaned. Knowing everything was all right again， my father smiled at me， as if a big stone had been removed from his shoulder.

One month before my high school graduation， my mother died of a heart attack. My feelings ranged from grief to abandonment， fear and overwhelming anger. My mother was missing some of the most important events in my life. I became completely uninterested in my coming graduation， the play and the prom（畢業(yè)舞會(huì)）. But my father， in the midst of his own grief， would not hear of my skipping any of those things.

The day before my mother died， my father and I had gone shopping for a prom dress. Wed found a spectacular， and impressive one， with dotted Swiss in red， white and blue. It made me feel like a film star， but it was the wrong size. I felt quite sorry for it. The next day， my mother died and I had no time to deal with the dress， so I threw it at random. However， until the day before the prom， I found a new dress was hung in the living room. It was the right size！My father did it. Relief and gratitude filled my heart.

He always loved his children all the way. He not only would come up with a variety of ways to meet his childrens needs， but also would be very artistic to show his love to his children. For example， delivering a white gardenia to my house every year on my birthday was a magical and mysterious incident to me all the time. But I didnt know the truth until my father died because the gardenia stopped coming after that year. And at that time， I could not stop my tears of gratitude rolling down.