摘要
小小的花园蕴含着妈妈的希望。里面充满了无数美好的回忆。我们不能忘记妈妈的微笑，以及她用心经营的小花园。
When I waslittle, I often helped my mother plant our family＇s garden. As soon as the chilly winds of Chicago winter gave way to spring, Morn would be outside with a spade（铁锹）,seed packets, gardening gloves, and a secret smile that had been hibernating all winter. That smile never seemed to shine as bright as on those first few days in April when she squatted （蹲） in the mud with tiny seeds in her hands.
