grow up
Grow up
I knew I had fallen in love with him when he asked me if I had questions in
the class. Expressions in his eyes really impressed me a lot. That class was deeply stamped as a beautiful melody in my mind. Any moment when I felt lonely it reminded me of the comforts and warms.
Now I have come to realize that what are standards of my Mr.Wright. It is him. As it turns out that his profound learning、 wide education、 unusual translation talent and his good grasp of foundation knowledge attracted me . Yet I am not sure that what on earth draws me to respect him. Is it his words、eyesight or
concern and care for me? I don＇t know.
I don't know how to display my emotions to him. Not only I fear to say my mind but also I cannot express my feelings to him. For a learned English perfesser
whose journey of life is 15 years longer than mine, I haven’t the qualification to say my love to him.
I recalled every words he once talked to us in his classes. During my spare
time, I imagined many romantic stories between he and me. he become the hero of
my dream. I had heart he once said to me:“ if you want to be loved, here I am.”
Thus I had been so happy that I had bursted into tears in my dream for a long time. But I had also heart his other words clearly. He had said we were the two paralells forever. We were in different times and spaces. The distence between us
could not be shorten. Although I was so depressed, I knew all he said is just
the truth. When I woke np from my dreams I finally understood we are like two stars, only gazing eaeh other at our own position, never walk hand in hand.
I wrote many love letters to myelf. I imagin that those letters was writen by him. These letters encouraged me to go through many dark days, those letters
warmed a girl crying in cold winter. These letters asisted the girl in overcoming disappointment ant confusion.
That sunny day I had my lunch in a restaurant where I saw a graceful, slender fingure approaching into my sight. Granted it is his wife. he followed her with happiness and tender affection, I had never seen such graceful woman before. Her gesture of walking attracted me so much. I tried to imitate her many times but then hated myself. Her grace is hers forever and it never belong to me. I have
my own merits.
It is only two monthes left before I graduate from this university. I saw a
certificate of merit of him saying one of his famous trsnslation work was published recently. And I also saw a familiar special face with complxed expressions in his eyes.
“Cogratuation! Prefessor Tai” I said in low voice.
“you are more mature, a graceful girl.” He said. The word “graceful” reminds me of his wife. Why he use this word to me?
From that moment I make up my mind to go out of his eyesight. Not everyone I
meet on my journey can be my Mr.Wright. For me he is only a passager.
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