07 Septembre, 2009 10:55
Love in fish's soup
The deep love of three years, fail to persuade him to go back to the hometown together with me in the university, come back to parents' side. He insists on going down south, smiling will say to I having one's face covered with tears: The fool, don't cry, waiting for the condition to be ripe, I meet you. From then on, in my life, only missed, only waited.
The telephone waiting for him to make every night, waits for him for two or three months, even more permanent, from that metropolis of the South, come back to see me.
Come back each time, he will live at our home, boils a pot of fish's soup for me. The soup that is boiled out is characterized and milky white, dense, fragrant and fragrant. Let me slaver each time.
Later, he became busy. The more lonely I feel.
The more unhappy I feel. Blame him for not being enough to pay attention to me crying. He faces my more and more anger, more and more reticent in that one of the telephone.
He has evaded a lot of important dinner parties and work, comes back to see me.
I am cold to tell him: I do not like waiting, do not like a person fatherless actor and actor's. Do not like two people to be in love but separated by so far.
He sits opposite to me, helpless and without resources.
Saying, my tears flowed. He comes over gently, plan to be like a usual one to pull me into one's arm and enter cherishing.
And I, push away him, outroar hard: I do not like it so, what I want is not money, not a successful husband, but want two happy and together people.
His canthus begins the flashing tears: I am sorry.
Sorry to be of no use, I want tangible depending on. But not you.
He is distracted there. I turn round to shut the door.
Early in the morning, he had already walked the next day. But like a countless in the past one, have boiled a pot of fish's soup to me. That of mine has no interest to drink again, even the pan is poured into the rubbish heap together. speech
Time slipping lonelily slowly. But can not take some memory such as me away after for a long time, thirsted for milky white aromatic soup very much suddenly.
I have tried for a lot times, but can not always boil out that kind of soup. No matter what fish I use, no matter how long I boil, the soup is always clear.
I decided to give up at last. But unreconciled, turn on the mobile phone and push the incomparable number that knows well. Originally, I had never forgotten his telephone, and him all the time.
His warm voice comes quickly: Is it you? Just like in the past.
I lost speech suddenly.
You are free?
I, I, hope, ask you boil fish that come out why is soup getting milky white.
The fool, the fish should fry first, has not undergone suffering, where did thick fragrant smell come?
This one of the telephone, I can not say again out a word, weep buckets.
Such a simple reason originally, I had never realized completely. Has not gone through the suffering of the agony, where will the happy paradise be found?
The deep love of three years, fail to persuade him to go back to the hometown together with me in the university, come back to parents' side. He insists on going down south, smiling will say to I having one's face covered with tears: The fool, don't cry, waiting for the condition to be ripe, I meet you. From then on, in my life, only missed, only waited.
The telephone waiting for him to make every night, waits for him for two or three months, even more permanent, from that metropolis of the South, come back to see me.
Come back each time, he will live at our home, boils a pot of fish's soup for me. The soup that is boiled out is characterized and milky white, dense, fragrant and fragrant. Let me slaver each time.
Later, he became busy. The more lonely I feel.
The more unhappy I feel. Blame him for not being enough to pay attention to me crying. He faces my more and more anger, more and more reticent in that one of the telephone.
He has evaded a lot of important dinner parties and work, comes back to see me.
I am cold to tell him: I do not like waiting, do not like a person fatherless actor and actor's. Do not like two people to be in love but separated by so far.
He sits opposite to me, helpless and without resources.
Saying, my tears flowed. He comes over gently, plan to be like a usual one to pull me into one's arm and enter cherishing.
And I, push away him, outroar hard: I do not like it so, what I want is not money, not a successful husband, but want two happy and together people.
His canthus begins the flashing tears: I am sorry.
Sorry to be of no use, I want tangible depending on. But not you.
He is distracted there. I turn round to shut the door.
Early in the morning, he had already walked the next day. But like a countless in the past one, have boiled a pot of fish's soup to me. That of mine has no interest to drink again, even the pan is poured into the rubbish heap together. speech
Time slipping lonelily slowly. But can not take some memory such as me away after for a long time, thirsted for milky white aromatic soup very much suddenly.
I have tried for a lot times, but can not always boil out that kind of soup. No matter what fish I use, no matter how long I boil, the soup is always clear.
I decided to give up at last. But unreconciled, turn on the mobile phone and push the incomparable number that knows well. Originally, I had never forgotten his telephone, and him all the time.
His warm voice comes quickly: Is it you? Just like in the past.
I lost speech suddenly.
You are free?
I, I, hope, ask you boil fish that come out why is soup getting milky white.
The fool, the fish should fry first, has not undergone suffering, where did thick fragrant smell come?
This one of the telephone, I can not say again out a word, weep buckets.
Such a simple reason originally, I had never realized completely. Has not gone through the suffering of the agony, where will the happy paradise be found?
