I knocked into a man as he passed by．"Oh，excuse me ，please，" I said．He replied，"Please excuse me too．I didn't notice where I was going．"

Later that day，while I was cooking，my son stood behind me quietly When I turned around，I nearly knocked him down．"Move oat of the way，" I shouted．He walked away with his little heart broken．

That night while I was lying in bed，a voice crone to me，"When saying to that man，you used good manners．But to the child you love，you seemed to act in a bad way．Look at the kitchen floor，and you'll find some flowers there by the door．Those are the flowers your son brought for you．He picked them himself He stood quietly to give you a surprise，and you never saw the tears in his eyes．"

By this time，tears began to run down my face．I took the flowers and went to his bed．I asked him，"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"

He smiled．"I found them by the tree．I picked them because they're pretty like you．I know you'd like them"

"Son，I'm sorry for the way I acted today．I shouldn't have shouted at you that way．"

"Oh，Morn，that's OK．I love you anyway．"

"Son，I tore you，too．And I do like the flowers．"

If we die tomorrow，the family we leave behind will feel sad for the rest of their life．Why don't we spend more time with our family，and why aren't we nice to them?

1．Why did the boy stand quietly behind his mother?

2．Did the writer knock her son down?

3．How did the little boy feel when his mother shouted at him?

4．When did the writer find herself wrong?    

5．What did the writer do when she knew the truth?

I knocked into a man as he passed by．“Oh，excuse me，please．”I said．He replied，“Please excuse me．too．I didn’t notice where I was going．”

Later that day，while I was cooking，my son stood behind me quietly．When I turned around，I nearly knocked him down．“Move out of the way．”I shouted．He walked away with his little heart broken，

That night while I was lying in bed．a(chǎn) voice came to me，“When saying to that man，you used good manners．But to the child you love，you seemed to act in a bad way．Look at the kitchen floor，and you’ll find some flowers there by the door．Those are the flowers your son brought for you．He picked them himself．He stood quietly to give you a surprise，and you never saw the tears（眼淚）in his eyes．”   

By this time，tears began to run down my face．I took the flowers and went to his bed．I asked him，“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”

He smiled．“I found them by the tree．I picked them because they’re pretty like you．I know you’d like them．”

“Son．I’m sorry for the way I acted today．I shouldn’t have shouted at you that way．”

“Oh，Morn。that’s OK．I love you anyway．”

“Son，I love you too．And I do like the flowers．”

If we die tomorrow．the family we leave behind will feel sad for the rest of their life．Why don’t we spend more time with your family．a(chǎn)nd why aren’t we nice to them?

1．Why did the boy stand quietly behind his mother?

2．Did the writer knock her son down?

3．How did the little boy feel when his mother shouted at him?

4．What did the writer do when she knew the truth?