The couple held hands.They both cherished this marriage very much.They were both in their late thirties,and married for the second time.Their remarried life,however,was about as sweet as their first marriages.They bot...The couple held hands.They both cherished this marriage very much.They were both in their late thirties,and married for the second time.Their remarried life,however,was about as sweet as their first marriages.They both thanked god for giving them the chance to love each other.He had an eight-year-old son,and she had a seven year-old daughter.They treated each other’s child as their own.The couple enjoyed the sunbeam of life and many wonderful things in the world.They lived years being courteous to each other and watching their children grow.They were never seen bickering.Even their children proudly remarked:“Our parents have never gotten mad at each other.”展开更多
The husband was a geologist,a profession in which it’s common to be away on official business for extended periods of time.He always threw his haversack on his back and left home.The wife never bothered to see him of...The husband was a geologist,a profession in which it’s common to be away on official business for extended periods of time.He always threw his haversack on his back and left home.The wife never bothered to see him off.When he went downstairs and exited the building,he never looked back.The husband was ready to get away,again.When the door banged shut behind him,she was clearing the dishes from the table,as if nothing were on her mind.But shortly afterwards,she put down what she was holding,ran toward the balcony,and looked down.Below the balcony was a road,on one side of which grew a row of steamed bread-like willows.Each willow had a very big and green crown,but,from upstairs,it looked more like a tent than steamed bread.Habitually,she looked down at the area where the eighth steamed bread-like willow from the east stood below the balcony.She was waiting,knowing that in five or six minutes,the figure of her husband would appear under the eighth willow.The door to the residential building opened to the opposite side of the balcony.展开更多
文摘The couple held hands.They both cherished this marriage very much.They were both in their late thirties,and married for the second time.Their remarried life,however,was about as sweet as their first marriages.They both thanked god for giving them the chance to love each other.He had an eight-year-old son,and she had a seven year-old daughter.They treated each other’s child as their own.The couple enjoyed the sunbeam of life and many wonderful things in the world.They lived years being courteous to each other and watching their children grow.They were never seen bickering.Even their children proudly remarked:“Our parents have never gotten mad at each other.”
文摘The husband was a geologist,a profession in which it’s common to be away on official business for extended periods of time.He always threw his haversack on his back and left home.The wife never bothered to see him off.When he went downstairs and exited the building,he never looked back.The husband was ready to get away,again.When the door banged shut behind him,she was clearing the dishes from the table,as if nothing were on her mind.But shortly afterwards,she put down what she was holding,ran toward the balcony,and looked down.Below the balcony was a road,on one side of which grew a row of steamed bread-like willows.Each willow had a very big and green crown,but,from upstairs,it looked more like a tent than steamed bread.Habitually,she looked down at the area where the eighth steamed bread-like willow from the east stood below the balcony.She was waiting,knowing that in five or six minutes,the figure of her husband would appear under the eighth willow.The door to the residential building opened to the opposite side of the balcony.
