Minnow Story
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element.yang
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Minnow Story[glow=255,red,1]Section 1 Introduction [/glow][box=white]I don't have a deep memory on either Saint Valentines' Day, of which I had passed thought 20 times since I was born. It is always a festival for lovers and couples, but never for me. On that day, the only thing that I'm able to do is to admire others walking though the street, laughing and smiling and cherish their sincere affection. That's my feeling, here comes my reasons. [/box] [glow=255,red,1]Section 2 Dating[/glow] [box=white][time:Jan 1st, 2003 senior Grade 2] I was chatting happily with her by phone now, with my parent around me. I asked, "What are you doing?" "Waiting for your call." "I know, so what are you really doing at home?" "Nothing, just mass around. New Year Holiday is so boring." "And I want to go to Shaanxi Library, do you go with me?" "Good idea! But how can I get there?" "En, you can take bus No.308, and get down at Shaanxi Stadium station. I will wait for you at that bus station." "OK, let's go!" I was overjoyed. During the passed several months, I was newly associated to be her deskmate, and began to know each other. We liked to talk on classes, and used to continue a phone call, covering all kinds of topics from famous singers to stars, from Korean operas to NBA basketball, after class. It's so nice to do that, she even sent me a pair of gloves on Christmas Day. And this is the first dating.[/box] [glow=255,red,1]Section 3 Missing[/glow] [box=white]I asked my parents whether I could go out to Shaanxi Library. Unfortunately, because of the overjoyed on my face, their were suspicious of me, and denied my request. "We must go to see your grandpa, it's New Years Day today", they said. While, it's too late, she was on the way to the Library, where I could not be; she was eager to see me, who failed to wait her at the bus-station; she was planning to have a unforgettable holiday, which was disturbed by my carelessness. I was non-spirit on the way to my grandpa's home about her, she even didn't know how to get back home. And if I saw her waiting for me at a corner, I would undoubtedly rushed down the bus to beg her forgiveness, despite I would be scorned for "immature love" by my parents, which is unthinkable fear. Helpless as I felt, I asked my best friends to help the girl, that I could not accomplish on my own. I let her down.[/box] [glow=255,red,1]Section 4 Crying[/glow] [box=white]I also asked my friends to call her to see whether she had safely back home. And after the whole year-like afternoon in my grandpa’s home. I received my friend’s response," she asked you to call her, well, she is crying." My heart seemed to halt "I must go out to make a phone call!" I demonstrated to my parents it became unimportant whatever my parents think of my curious behavior. I must do it, whether they allow me or not. To my surprise, my father kept silent and my mother said, "you can go". "Hello……", I was out of breath heard her voice again, couldn't speak any words. "Hello, I know it's you, don't you want to say something", she said, with a low voice. "Minnow, I'm sorry." I answered even lower, due to my blunder. "For what? What have you down wrong?" "Listen, punish me please, you can throw your temper on me completely, but don't be so indifferent, this makes me even regretful." "……" "Please, forgive me." Then, she said what I would remember though all my life," I was so…eager to see you, I waited for you for an hour,……in the cold winter. When I stood on the bridge of two-circular road interchange……I saw a beggar, and gave him 1 Yuan, with the hope that……if I did something good……I would see you. But I was disappointed. Then another hour, you still didn't appear, and I gave the beggar another 1 Yuan, wishing you could come soon. I totally gave him 4 Yuan, and waited for you for nearly 5 hours, but failed to see you. When I came across the road, a car nearly clashed me down, the driver even criticized me heavily. Do you know all this? Do you know my whole afternoon!" Each word stroked my heart hardly.[/box] [glow=255,red,1]Section 5 Ending[/glow] [box=white]I wanted to use anticlimax to end my narration. This incident led me say love to her. She had the thought that I didn't love her, but felt guilty to her. Who knows? What I can confirm is although we had broken up I missed her constantly, in spite of how many effort I had paid to try to consider her just as a good friend. Why I don't love Saint Valentine's Day? I don't have the qualification to celebrate it.[/box] |
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