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Wysłany: Pon 3:49, 02 Maj 2011
Temat postu: 你不能分开
宝贝老公:
始终以来,我们的相遇,是缘是份。那么,这样的缘份能够连续多久呢?
春节,在小村落的烟花爆竹、亲朋挚友的暖和问候声中,安静地度过,休假的时间也就是那么一点一点缓缓牺逝。因为没有你、也由于家人的反对,心境老是很低落、很低落。唯有三姨的抚慰,能让我激动,脸上略显衰伤的笑颜。
我知道你是一个军人,定要服参军中纪律。每次我说想你,你总会对我说:我又何尝不想你呢?只是你晓得的,我也不措施。我什么都懂,什么都知道,所以我抉择了懂得跟支撑。然而当初咱们要面对的,不仅仅是时光的煎熬,还有亲人的反对。每当一个人宁静下来的时候,
Casque beats
,我总会重复地想这想那,直到累了、睡着了。
21日晚上,三姨给我打了电话,她原来想劝我爸爸,让他不要反对我们在一起,可最后三姨也被爸爸说得理屈词穷,还禁告三姨,假如我给她打电话,要她忠告我,我想和你在一起,基本不可能,他也坚定不批准。
现在,我已不知道要用什么词来形容自己现在心情。我不想告知你事实,因为我们相爱,我不想我们的爱里掺进杂质,也不想我们的情感就这样毀滅了。
因为工作的事件很懊恼,今天你给我打电话,我冲你发火了。我真的不想对你发火的,可是当我听到你说我不理你,你就不想吃饭,我就很赌气。你已经不是小孩子了,那么大的人,应当学会照料本人,不要动不动就耍性子。
法宝老公,最近我们都变得很敏感,每次打电话过来,你总会反复一句话:宝贝老婆,你只能爱我,你不能离开我,我不能没有你。你知道吗?我怎么舍得分开你,
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,我爱的和你一样深。
宝贝老公,以前你要我这样叫你时,我总会跟你对着干,找一些乌七八糟称说叫你。我知道你很活力,然而你宠我、爱我,所以你素来不会跟我计较,
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。每次心情不好挂了你电话,你总会一遍又一遍地打回给我。每次我不开心,你总会在电话那头翻着书为我讲笑话。每次过节,
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,你都会对我说负疚,现在不能陪我,让我一个人孤独了。
在爸爸的反对声,
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,我只想我们的将来,我不想现在。因为现在的我们真的赤贫如洗,但我深信只有我们努力,未来我们会有的。你也说过,你会尽力的,为了我,为了我们的将来。
宝贝老公,
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,现在我只想对你说,你释怀,我不会离开你,会永远陪着你。你在他乡要好好履职,真正做一个及格的军人。
宝贝老婆
由远而近的向我
此日记为加密日记
那秋天的终极
The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.
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