A novel about my brother moving to Australia after going abroad.

Today is Mother's Day, the second Sunday in May, and our last year in Australia. My brother and I have always wanted to send my mother a dozen carnations. We haven't been to the game room for a whole month, and finally we have a small sum of money.

In the afternoon, when my brother and I were excited to buy presents, we found a terrible thing. I lost the money I saved. "I remember putting it in my coat pocket." I panicked and said that my brother was about to cry.

We both searched our coat pockets, but there was no sign of money-in our plan, there was enough money to buy a dozen beautifully packaged carnations and a big piece of chocolate. After all hope was cut off, we decided to work as a temporary worker in a nearby flower shop. During the festival, the flower shop needs some flower delivery workers.

Mrs Hughes' flower shop is near the school. She is the mother of two daughters. My brother and I both believe that she will give us some help.

The proprietress is busy greeting customers. Behind her, there are all fresh carnations, and there is a fragrance in the shop.

"Buy flowers?" The beautiful proprietress saw us. "Plain carnations are for your mother."

"Yes, oh-no, we are looking for a job. Are you still short of hands here? We are going to buy a gift for our mother with the money we earned. "

"Good boy, wait a minute, there will be work to do-oh, look-"The proprietress took a bunch of tied flowers from a gentleman, tied a bow and attached the address to us; Then someone called to buy flowers. In a short time, my brother and I both have a basket full of flowers to send; We hang our own baskets.

In front of the car, I set off by bike.

"Can you ask the mothers who received the flowers for one?" When we saw the happiness of the first customer after receiving the flowers we sent, I suddenly had an idea: "This method must work. Who doesn't want to share happiness with others? " Besides, we can avoid tipping. "The younger brother also said. So after the second customer accepted the flowers, I got up the courage and said, "It's true, madam, you have to believe us. We are leaving Australia, and my father will take us back to China, but my mother has something to do. This is our last Mother's Day here with my mother-you know how much we want to send her a bunch of carnations to make her happy. "

I'm surprised to say so much in one breath. When this kind lady handed me a beautiful carnation as I wanted, I blushed and didn't know how to express my gratitude.

In three hours, we ran more than half of Camponen, panting with fatigue, but extremely excited. Because every mother who receives gifts, after listening to our explanation, is willing to leave only eleven carnations, so let's choose the most beautiful one.

72 Greenwood Street, Thornfield ... I rang the doorbell according to the address. This is the last customer.

The door was opened by an old lady in a knitted shawl. As soon as I saw the flowers in my hand, I smiled first.

"Thank you!" She took the flowers, sniffed them deeply and proudly told us, "No matter how busy my son is, he still remembers today. I already have 27 bronzing receipts. " When you say it, you will build a hint.

"No," I said, "I just want you to allow me to choose a carnation. I just want one, okay? "

"Oh, of course, if you need it." The old lady looked surprised. "But what do you want it for?" "give it to mom." He also said that we already have ten, and we will soon realize our plan.

After listening to my story, the old lady picked out the most beautiful flower from the bouquet and gave it to me, saying, "What a good boy, come home quickly." I wish your mother well. "

Towards evening, we went home happily and sent eleven carnations to our mother.