I followed his advice, it was my own idea. I opened her door gently. In Darla’s hand I could see her paper all crumpled (弄皱的) up. She had torn into small pieces a big red heart with a poem she had written titled, “Why I Love My Mother?” ...
green, and black -- are also symbolic. Black stands for the unity of all black people. Green stands for freedom. Red represents the blood shed in the fight for freedom and unity. Point out that the colors are the same as those