I remember, as a kid I had questioned Mom “Why doesn’t Dad love me!” Mom frowned. “Who said he doesn’t love you!” “Well, he never tells me,” I complained. “He never tells me either,”she said, smiling. “But look how hard he works to take care of us, to buy us food and clothes, and to pay for this house. That’s how your father tells us he loves us.”

After Mom died, I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work. He was frail and moved slowly, but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for me. Such a gesture, I knew, was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love. Every time after drinking the juice, I walked over, hugged him and said, “I love you, Dad.” My father never told me how he felt about my hugs, and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.

Then one morning, pressed for time, I drank my juice and made for the door. Dad stepped in front of me and asked, “Well!” “Well what?”I asked, knowing exactly what. “Well!” he repeated, looking everywhere but at me. I hugged him extra hard. It was the right time to say what I’d always wanted to. “I’m fifty years old, Dad, and you’ve never told me you love me.” My father stepped away from me. He picked up the empty juice glass, washed it and put it away. “You’ve told other people you love me.” I said, “but I’ve never heard it from you.” Dad looked very uncomfortable. I moved closer to him. “Dad, I want you to tell me you love me.” Dad took a step back, his lips pressed together. He seemed about to speak, and then shook his head. “Tell me”, I shouted. “All right I love you,” Dad finally blurted. His eyes watered, then overflowed.

I stood before him, stunned and silent. My father loved me so much that just saying so made him weep. Mom had been right. Every day of my life Dad had told me how much he loved me by what he did and what he gave. “I know, Dad,” I said. “I know.” And now at last I did. 

升空后的“嫦娥二号”不属于下列哪个天体系统的天体（   ）

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                                                                                                     厚脸皮

     听到“厚脸皮”这个名字，你们也许挺奇怪吧！什么是”厚脸皮”呢？

   “厚脸皮”是一种植物，在医药书中又叫”豆瓣三七”，叶子长得很厚，大约有一厘米。它叶面上有一层薄薄(báo  bó)的皮，剥(bō  bāo)开这层薄皮，便可看见嫩(nèn  lèn)绿的叶肉，只要轻轻一挤，就会挤出许多绿色的汁水。厚脸皮光长叶子，这一片叶子组合起来就像一朵朵绿色的花，好看极了。

     厚脸皮的生命力很强。有一天，奶奶从别人家里要了一片厚脸皮的叶子，叫我把它插在花盆里。我好(hào  hǎo)奇地问 “叶子上面没有根，插在土里能活吗?”奶奶笑着说:“能活，能活。它能自己长根。”半信半疑。过了好几天，它果然活了，还长出了新的叶子。新长出来的厚脸皮在阳光的照耀下闪着绿光，好象在说：“现在你相信了吧!”有一次，快要考试了。我忙着复习功课，忘了给厚脸皮浇水。过了好几天，我才记得厚脸皮来，心想，它一定枯死了。可我走到凉台一看，惊呆了，厚脸皮不但没枯萎，反而长得更茂盛了。

     厚脸皮的叶子能治烧伤。把它的外皮剥掉，将叶肉贴在烧伤的地方，就会有一种凉丝丝的感觉。有一次，妈妈单位的一位老伯伯被开水烫伤了，妈妈给他摘几片厚脸皮的叶子。过了几天，老伯伯的伤好了。他说：“这厚脸皮真见效。还有一片叶子我舍不得用，把它栽到花盆里，以后万一需要，就万便了。”它默默地为患病者无私奉献的高贵品质，是多么令人钦佩啊！