当翻译的一天(A Day as an Interpreter)

when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hands,

i can see your face,

and know you as bliss.

the first time when i heard these verses, i was 17 years old, in full blossom as everyone assumed. not knowing much about love, i instinctively regarded love as something seemingly beautiful but hard to chew in essence.

i'm correct, to some extent. all the years i spent alone prove both disheartening and fruitless, disheartening because the ideal one never came down to the earth to cease my endless waiting; fruitless because i ended up in dating with a wrong person,leaving all the ver

the first day my sister ann hosted a foreign friend was full of stumbles and troubles.

the other day, ann went to school to fetch her guest an exchange student from a u.s. middle school. after a brief self introduction, the two girls decided to saunter around the city. in the taxi, when the driver inquired the destination, it suddenly occurred to ann that she hadn't exchanged ideas about it with her guest yet. to her surprise, before she could say anything,the american girl took out a pile of cards from her bag, randomly picked one out to the driver. reading the card on which the name of the bund was printed bilingually, the driver started the engine, added sarcastically to my sister, "so, you are a foreigner too, aren't you?"at noon, ann invited her new friend to lunch. the waitress couldn't speak english; the menu was packed with tricky and confusing names;the american vegetarian was so particular about what she ate, all of which made the little interpreter helterskelter. she was trying her best to balance the demand and supply when she suddenly found both parts silently looking at her with a strange expression. only then did she realize that she was constantly talking to the chinese waiter in english and to the american in chinese !

after the meal, they went straight to xiangyang market.the american girl was at once fascinated by the lovely stuffs there. at first, ann did behave like a hospitable host, but when she came across a cute handbag, she just couldn't help bargaining with the shopkeeper. unfortunately, when she successfully got the new bag with half the price cut, she just recognized that her new friend was nowhere to be found. it was not until 30 minutes later that she caught the girl in a corner shop and prevented her from paying 200 yuan for a simple false silver necklace.

"even hanging about is no easy job," signed ann to me. it is true, but even the most unpleasant experience can teach us how to do better the next time, can't it?

ses nonsense. to make matters worse, as they criticized me, i broke up with the guy in only 15 days, which conversely seemed to me a nice thing. thank god i am free again.

i wrote poems myself as a way to approach love and the unknown world. no tiny little dust in the air will escape my eyes,no voice of the blooming will slip away from my ears, and love is all pervading, all pervading except in my world.

i can't resist the temptations of enjoy my life alone in reading, mind wandering, walking on the fallen leaves deep in thought, listening to music by some unknown artists, and of course, writing. i can't help trembling at the thought of being deprived of the freedom by someone outside my world. i hate to find myself wearing the coat from some strange guys with the angel wings still in the gesture to fly. i want to fly, not with the borrowed wings, but mine.

he will arrive at last, with his wings above my sky.

in 8 days i will have my 20th birthday, smiling shiningly in my autumn, murmuring the verses i changed myself,

love,

when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hands,

i can see your face

without touching your hands,

and know you as a dream.