DearAmy:
How are you? I guess it’spretty tiring to correct all that homework, I wonder if there areany shortcuts?
As a new teacher for ourclass, I think maybe you would like to know a few things about ourclass.
Um…… firstly, maybe you would like a real goodassistant. I recommend agirl, her English name is Amy too, Amy Lin. She’s really good atprocessing details, and, yes, carrying stuff (but not too much.She does everything really fast, and can leave enough timeleft.
Secondly, you might need a student-tutor, astudent that teaches other students. Well, I think a student whichhas “maths-craze” called Eric well be fit for the job. Hecan get good English grades as well, also, he loves helping otherswith their studies. He wears black and blue rimmed glasses all daylong, and maybe you know him. Many boys treat him as a boss, andare willing to listen to him.
Thirdly, perhaps you’re alsolooking for a student which can entertain the class and makeEnglish classes more interesting (a class clown. Then I recommendLeo, he jokes all day long, has a great sense of humor and crazyimagination. But he isn’t a classic good student, so perhapssometimes you’ll get a bit annoyed.
It’sabout ten! Maybe I’ll have to leave the rest for nexttime.
Bestwishes!
Alyssa
很冒昧
也许你不知道我是谁
但是
盘绕在心裏的触须
却一遍一遍告诉我
分神思念是何种滋味
我只是想
从你那裏获得注视你
思念你的权利
因为
只要注视就很幸福了
虽然你不知道我是谁
但是
只要你知道
我一定会在某个不起眼的地方
默默看你
获得那份快乐就足够了
或许,在别人,甚至我的家人看来,我和她都不太合适。学历差的多了点,我是研究生,而她只是职高毕业。我倒没在乎这些,我要的是一起过日子的老婆,不是一纸文凭,只要真心,只要幸福,又有什么关系呢?或许是命运多戕吧,一场车祸让我两次走上了手术台。第二次住院前,我告诉她,这次手术后口腔的骨折可以修复,但是,听不见了的左耳可能永远也听不见了。我是学外语的,有可能影响就业,你还年轻,要和家里人商量好,我支持你作出的任何决定。她流着泪说:“我不在乎。” 我的心头一热,可还是说:“你别急着做决定,要想好。”那天是星期天的晚上。星期一是我回北京后租房养病的第一天,我苦苦等她的电话,没有音信。第二天,她和她妈妈来看我,还带来了一些钱,说留给我住院用。我又是一阵感动。可是,那成了我手术前最后一次和她见面。我懂了她的决定,我无言。每个人的价值观不同,我理解,我也无悔。于是,在手术巨大的肉体痛苦中,我又经历了一次心灵的洗礼。毕竟走过了那段最艰难的日子,我为自己的坚强而自豪。出院了,我最后一次去了她家,向她们家里人在我病中的帮助道谢,并且把我们的事情做一个了断。以前,我曾答应给她写一封情书,只是由于忙,没有写成。终于,住院里的时间不忙了,我写下了下面的字,算是这一段爱情的墓志铭。
冬天到来的时候,一切似乎都变的冰冷和麻木起来,就连阳光里牵你的手漫步长安街的日子,也变的格外遥远,僵硬的成了永久的记忆。我坐在医院的一个角落,努力的回想着几个月来曾经发生在我们之间的事,飨慰着这淡淡的日子里曾经的欢乐与悲恸。
睁开眼睛的时候,看到的是你岑岑的笑脸。你端着一杯热热的牛奶轻声对我说:“快喝,你是病人。”可是,我依稀的能看到你眼角噙着的泪痕。我不忍看你那带泪的笑脸,赶忙闭上眼睛,以求得手术后的疼痛中心头的一份宁静。可眼前,还是伏在我怀里的你,任我擦着满脸的泪水,因为听到我的病情而动情的哭泣。我的心里又是一阵刺痛,在怜惜中昏昏睡去,梦里,却是又一次推着车和你从雍和宫走回来的长路,和你挽着手散步其中的`王府井教堂。我痛苦的从梦中惊醒,暗暗祈求记忆的远逝。让我忘记了夏日的奥体吧,也忘记麦当劳m的香气吧。在手术后肉体的苦痛中,我只想要一份心灵的恬静,然而,这也成了奢求。
思念是一种说不出的痛,仿佛隐藏在角落里的一把刀,常常会在暗中刺向流的伤口。我在这流着的也没有了你的世界里,孤单的一个人站立着,仿佛站在一个没有人的空寂的旷野。世界离我很远,往事全部成了沉睡着的记忆。
幸好时间汩汩的流驶会让所有的苦痛和记忆淡漠。阴霾渐渐的在冬日的阳光中散去,曾经四个月的幸福慢慢的冷却,凝成了心底里一份温暖的怀念。就像一坛酒,藏在记忆的深处,尘封起来,不去动,等待岁月一点点的把它变醇。
与往事说再见的时候,忽然我想起答应给你写一封情书的承诺,于是提笔,写下上面的字,算是恪守诚信的证明。
彬哥:
你好!宿舍好静,窗外滴嗒的雨声和着我的心跳,我好紧张。
彬哥,自那天车站一别,我的心便再也不能平静,几年来,我默默地守着那一片芳草地,沉醉在自己精心编织的梦幻里。
不知何时起,我的心中充满了渴盼,盼着放假,盼着去你家。说不清为什么,可也清楚地意识到自己正在织茧。你已经嵌在我的心房,再也无法抹掉。我常和你聊天,我觉我俩之间竟有着某种默契,心底掠过一丝欣慰。我喜欢静静地看看你,静静地听你同别人谈天,在你身边,我既快乐又伤感。
彬哥,你发觉了吗,我望着你的眼神总是那么忧郁,我知道我只是无望的爱,我盼着你给我来信,盼着你来看我,可你是不会的。因为你只是把我看成一个不懂事的小妹妹,因为我只是你妹妹的好友。我闷我烦我痛苦,但也无可奈何,只把深深思念与焦灼的渴盼埋进心底,把自己封闭在那个小小的天地里。
去年暑假,你妹妹同我谈起了你,说你变得越来越难以接近。她困惑地说,是不是因为和女朋友的分手,抑或是对生活的透悟使你这样我好想去抚慰你那颗受伤的心。可你的深沉使我望而却步,我只能默默地关注你。
彬哥,春节期间同你相处,你待我那么好,是不是为了不使我伤心我设想了好多好多的理由。你一定明了我对你的感情,所以你不想伤害我,不想使我太失望。可我却已明了我的梦中永不可能有你这个主人公,我只是太傻,太痴情。
彬哥,你去学校的那个雨天,我坚持去送你,你没有拒绝。我多想问你,我能否与你同行。可我望看你那含笑的目光,我不敢多说,晶莹的泪珠却悄悄滚落……彬哥,我们相识已经三年了,我那份执著的爱恋也默默地压了一千多个日日夜夜。今天,我再也无法禁锢它,因为我忍受不了这份凄情,更忍受不了这份苦恋。爱,需要勇气,对吗假如等待我的将是你那温馨的臂弯,那么我将很幸福;假如等待我的将是心碎的失望,那么在那扇小窗紧闭的同时,我依然会为你祝福。我不后悔,因为我毕竟说出了我的爱!彬哥,你说过来看我,你会来吗你可知道,你的小小许诺给了我几多憧憬,几多愉悦。别使我失望,好吗夜已很深了,雨声依旧,偶尔一丝寒意掠过滚烫的心房。彬哥,你会暖醒这颗带露的心么...
爱你的婕
×年×月×日
Dear Future Husband,
I'm not yet sure whether you exist, though I'd like to believe that you do. While it may not make much logical sense, you've been on my mind lately. I haven't thought much about what you'll look like, how tall you'll be, or what type of car you'll drive — I'm not too concerned with the minor details. However, I have been thinking about a few things I want you to know.
I want you to know that I am happy — right now — as a single, 26-year-old "millennial" who lives in a small apartment with a roommate and eats Chipotle for dinner more times than I care to admit. I love my job, I love my crazy friends and family, and I love spending quality time alone. I want you to know that my life has purpose apart from and before you. When we do meet one day, I want you to understand that I do not expect you to complete me, or to be my God. That's way too much pressure for anyone to bear. I am already complete.
I want you to know that I am not a trophy. Apparently, a lot of guys think this is a compliment. However, I want you to know that I have no desire to be seen as a trophy — a symbol of your own perceived success. I was not raised just to sit and look pretty on anybody's shelf. I want to have intellectual conversations. I want to help you chase your dreams. I want to be your partner, not your prize.
Yours truly,
Perfectly Imperfect Me.
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