赠送短文

1、帮我写一篇送礼物短文80字左右

：琳“三八”妇女节就快到了，这不我正在想送给妈妈什么礼物才好呢，送好吃的零食？嗯，不行，我妈妈又不是小孩。怎么会喜欢吃零食呢，况且，那东西一吃就没了。那就送美丽的鲜花吧，不，鲜花太娇嫩了，过不了几天就枯掉了，简直是浪费钱嘛。送衣服倒不错，不过，我又没有那么多的钱。对了，买饰品送给妈妈吧，摆在妈妈的房间，妈妈一定会喜欢的。
我来到了一家饰品店，里面的东西琳琅满目，让我不知道买什么才好。我到店里东看西看，看到了一个蓝色盒子里装有一个绿色的牛和一个红色的牛，旁边有十颗小爱心，十颗小爱心又摆成一个大爱心把两只可爱的小牛围住了，真是好看极了！然后，我选了一张紫色的包装纸和一个金色的蝴蝶结，把这个精美的礼物小心翼翼的包了起来。
回到了家里，妈妈叫我上楼吃饭，我把手背在身后，对妈妈说；“妈妈，祝你节日快乐！！”，然后，我把身后的手向前一伸，一个漂亮的礼物出现在妈妈面前，我说：“妈妈，送给你。”妈妈接过了礼物，高兴的对我说： “琳琳，谢谢你！”，我听了，心里比吃了蜜糖还要甜！
到了第二天，妈妈就把我送给她的礼物摆在床柜前了，我心里高兴极了！
这件饰品，是我送给妈妈“三八”妇女节的礼物，但它也代表了我对妈妈的爱！

2、各个国家的礼物赠送及风俗习惯 英文短文

■ 风俗习惯

Dragon Boat race
Traditions At the center of this festival are the dragon boat races. Competing teams drive their colorful dragon boats forward to the rhythm of beating drums. These exciting races were inspired by the villager's valiant attempts to rescue Chu Yuan from the Mi Lo river. This tradition has remained unbroken for centuries.

Tzung Tzu
A very popular dish ring the Dragon Boat festival is tzung tzu. This tasty dish consists of rice mplings with meat, peanut, egg yolk, or other fillings wrapped in bamboo leaves. The tradition of tzung tzu is meant to remind us of the village fishermen scattering rice across the water of the Mi Low river in order to appease the river dragons so that they would not devour Chu Yuan.

Ay Taso
The time of year of the Dragon Boat Festival, the fifth lunar moon, has more significance than just the story of Chu Yuan. Many Chinese consider this time of year an especially dangerous time when extra efforts must be made to protect their family from illness. Families will hang various herbs, called Ay Tsao, on their door for protection. The drinking of realgar wine is thought to remove poisons from the body. Hsiang Bao are also worn. These sachets contain various fragrant medicinal herbs thought to protect the wearer from illness.

风俗习惯

端午节最重要的活动是龙舟竞赛，比赛的队伍在热烈的鼓声中划着他们多彩的龙舟前进。这项活动的灵感是来自于当时汨罗江畔的居民，在江中划船救屈原，而这个传统也一直保持了数个世纪。

在端午节时受欢迎的食物就是粽子，粽子是以米包着肉、花生、蛋黄及其它材料，再以竹叶包裹。而粽子的传统则来由于汨罗江边的渔夫，将米丢入江中平息江中的蛟龙，希望他们不要将屈原吃掉。

农历的五月，也就是端午节的这个时节，对中国人而言，除了屈原的故事还有许多其它重要的意义。许多中国人相信五月是一年中容易引发疾病的危险时节，因此必须有许多防备家人生病的措施。许多家庭会将一种特别的植物-艾草挂在门口，作为保护之用，而人们也会挂带香包，它是以含有多种香味的药用植物所做成，也可以保护人们远离疾病。

3、有谁知道这篇英语短文？是关于送礼物的文章

欧亨利的《麦琪的礼物》

THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
by O. Henry
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

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精简不就是从中截取一两段嘛，别偷懒，把原文意思理解透了还怕什么。实在看不懂就中文，这应该是英语四级的水平。

4、送给好久不见好友的短文

轻拂脸颊的是风，潮湿眼眶的是泪，心里满满的是思念……
——题记
我们都是路人
身边早已换了一批又一批的人群，从陌生到熟悉，然后再到陌生，我们行走在人生的路上，都有各自的路程，就如街止的路人，或许会有交集，但终会分离。
渐渐地，我们在彼此记忆里淡化，甚至……消失。
恩……就这样……似科是一个残忍的过程。( 文章阅读网：www.sanwen.net )
曾经，我们一住在一个房间的舍友；
曾经，我们一起笑过、哭丧着脸过，经过过……
我们在茫茫人海中好不容易相遇、相识、相知，却又要在茫茫人海中分离，在前行中把彼此渐渐遗忘。
我忽然感觉世上最残忍的一句话叫做：天下没有不散的宴席。
亲爱的朋友们，我或许只是路人甲，陪你们走了一小段人生，不求你们把我铭记，只求偶然想起，还能笑颜如花……
何必再说何必
中考的时候，我们是笑着去，哭着回来的，泪水却与考试无关。公交车上一个又一个同学下车回家，一个个洋溢着青春的脸庞，我努力想象下次见面时他们的模样。
我和几个朋友决定再去一次学校，看着那墙壁上的不规则几何图形，桌角上刻的只言片语，校园的孔子像还有那片紫藤罗花……
再见，就这样再见吧。
那些笑过抑或哭过的日子，那些可能是密友也可能是互相反感的人们，我想在一起经历过便是最大的缘分了。
时光匆匆，我们何必再说何必，何必再惋惜……
路，还要继续
时光的钟从未因为谁的离开去停止零点一秒的转动。
我知道，路还要继续，我们无论在哪，都要进行自己的一段新的征程，在路程中各自曲折，各自悲哀。
我们都要在成长中经历一些深刻而沉痛的魔炼，才能一步步成熟，我们都要学着一个人去经历，去面对，即使披荆斩棘，也要勇往直前！
无论在哪，各自安好。
后记
我们多久以后换来一次相见，相视而笑，明明很思想，却只是一句好久不见……

5、阅读短文《可以免费赠送》阅读题答案

行人的路抄,寄送诗人的情意,温暖情人的心房,你象征了爱情的永恒,你让人间充满了光亮,你让人们有了美丽的向往.你
是孩子的梦,你用洁白见证了对自己的坚贞,你用时间证实了对现实的永恒,你是守护神,守护着梦的那边-
晚上的时候,看见那温馨而美丽的月亮,心中就有了很多对月亮的想象和联想.
夜幕降临的时候,月亮升