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[转帖]Wild is the wind!

发布者: bison | 发布时间: 2005-11-14 14:11| 查看数: 4896| 评论数: 2|

Another love story comes from <a href="http://www.freecity.com" target="_blank" >http://www.freecity.com</A>  ,writed by Egret
<FONT color=#c709f7>Some people come into our lives and leave quickly. Some people stay. They <BR>leave footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. If I could, I would <BR>choose never to meet her.<BR>  That was terribly a difficult time when I moved, dragging the plasterboard <BR>bounding tightly on my leg, into my new classroom. Being stared at as if I <BR>were a baboon in a zoo, I found my seat and sat carefully, feeling my face hot.<BR>That moment, a sweetest voice rose from next seat. "Hello," she smiled, with <BR>the melody-like tone, "I'm Yang." <BR>  Like most cases with students, we became good friends in the alien <BR>circumstance. And with days going on, I obviously felt my dependence on her, <BR>the beautiful,sweet and tender girl who used to be so kind to care every hint <BR>of my feeling and to caress it. "It must be very hard" she put her small hands <BR>on the plasterboard and moved gently back and forth, like feeling distressed, <BR>"hurts?" "It's OK." It was a strange feeling when the first time I touched her <BR>soft hands and held them unconsciously. I saw a blush rose up on her moon-like <BR>face. "Sometimes, I wish I could do anything I want, with no concern about what <BR>others care and no opposite from them," she spoke softly near my ear, "sort of <BR>wild life." <BR>  Days passed during my strange feeling on her. I didn't know how she felt, but <BR>it was enough for me to be cared for by her during my roughest days and I never <BR>thought that I could ask for more. She was a happy girl and could always think <BR>up some new ideas, such as signing her name on my plasterboard and before long <BR>it seemed to become a fashion for all my classmates to sigh their names on it. <BR>"Don't you think the plasterboard looks like a collection in Rutherford?" she <BR>chortled pointing at the plasterboard full of names. "OK. If there is one day <BR>I be the curator, I'll first collect it." I giggled, feeling that her happiness <BR>could indeed infect others, maybe especially me. But unfortunately I couldn't <BR>take the valuable plasterboard along with me for too long. It should be backed <BR>out from my leg after it accompanied me three months. Before I had chance to <BR>ask the doctor whether I could keep it, the saw fell very on her name and the <BR>plasterboard smashed in the stridence. That moment, I really felt my heart <BR>pain, maybe split with her name…<BR>  In the following days I could walk and run and jump normally, and she almost <BR>stayed with me all the time as long as we could. We sat and chatted together, <BR>had lunch together, went shopping together… I told myself that I treated her <BR>just as my little sister till the moment in the music class, when I felt her <BR>head falling on my shoulder-she fell asleep unconsciously in the music of As <BR>Time Goes By. I closed my eyes stilly, feeling the summer breeze blowing <BR>through the window and a ghost of her hair floating over my lips. It was so <BR>soft, just like her hands. I didn't know whether she was feeling safe and <BR>comfortable sleeping depending on me, but her breath was so sweet and quiet, <BR>which I could not bear anyone to disturb it. A thought of accompanying her and <BR>protecting her for a life long grew in my heart. I was shocked. She awaked, <BR>smiled to me and said a sentence I'd never forget, "it's so good to be with <BR>you, so wonderful." <BR>  We got even more personal than before. She let me look at all the love <BR>letters received from boys and then turned them down. I called and threatened <BR>the Goddamn boy who kept pursuing her. He asked me for the reason and I shouted <BR>back. Some days later, he stared at me for quite a long time in a strange look, <BR>then said, "You've got to leave her one day..." But I won't. She had become an <BR>inseparable part of my life. I knew it from the start, when her voice rose from <BR>my next. We got drunk that night in the bar called Casablanca. "romise you'd <BR>never leave me," she required, when we clinked. "I promise." I smiled, pulling <BR>long on my cigarette and inhaling audibly before directing a stream of smoke <BR>over the bar table. "I'm serious." She seemed to get irritated suddenly, came <BR>up to me and sat on my lap without a hint. Before I could know what happened, <BR>she dinched my cigarette and cried, tears dropping down her beautiful cheeks. <BR>"No matter how heavy the pressure is, don't leave me." Before the moment she <BR>pressed her lips onto mine, I felt her tears falling on my hand... <BR>  As what she said, the pressure around us got bigger and bigger, but we <BR>chose to ignore it. We drank, kissed, hugged, lay on grass and watched stars <BR>for the whole night. We thought we could be happy as long as we had each other. <BR>I even dreamed of going abroad and marrying her after we graduate from <BR>university. What does it matter even if all the people around us oppose our <BR>being together? "But it really does." She told me three months later and cried <BR>again, left me feeling the world spinning. I never imaged that it was her who <BR>abandoned our love. "I wish I could be made a bird and fly with you far, far <BR>away from here, to the place where we can live any style we wish. But we <BR>can't." We sat face to face till mid night, barely talking. And our parents sat <BR>outside our room till we stepped out. Her dad patted on my shoulder, attempting <BR>to say something but he didn't finally. I shut the car door for her and watched <BR>the car disappearing in the night mist with my last strength. Then, tears <BR>bursted out of my control.<BR>  She went to another province to get higher education, and I didn't see her <BR>off when she left. There would forever be some difficulty we couldn't overcome, <BR>just as the last piece of paper she left, "I loved you, and I'd really wish to <BR>marry you if you were a boy."<BR></FONT><BR>

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福禧通宝 发表于 2005-11-20 19:42:03
my god~~~
hehe01 发表于 2005-11-20 21:27:50
oh ,I can't blieve that .
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