There is a famous song sung by Laolang—when the love has become a song.I love
it very much.I will be deeply moved every time when I hear the song.Because there is also a song,a romantic and sweet one in my heart,flowing like a beautiful
spring‥‥
She is my classmate.I remember quite clearly the first class of my college life.It was an English class.The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves.I was confident of my spoken English,so I put up my hand and turned to the classmates.Many
of them were strangers to me and also it was the first time I spoke to so many
people in my college,so I felt very nervous and didn’t know how to begin with.At that time,I caught the sight of her.She smiled at me sweetly.I hadn’t seen such a beautiful smile ever before.It liked a glow of beautiful sunshine which made me feel warm and no longer nervous.My self-introduction turned out to be a first success in my college.
She was the second to make a introduction.Her voice was as sweet as her smile
and her spoken English was good,too.There was a smile on her face during her speech and you could find kindness and friendship easily in her eyes.
More than one year has been past,I can still remember that class clearly,just
as if it happened yesterday.That very smile sparked the love between us and started an romantic story‥‥
One afternoon,we happened to meet at the English Corner.The sunshine was beautiful and the sky was pure blue with white clouds floating on it.Soft music was coming from the place not far away.The grass and the flowers were sleeping and having sweet dreams.
In the centre of the garden,she and I sat together,chatting softly.She was beautiful,like the sunshine.Her voice was melodious,like the soft music.Her smile was sweet,like the dreams the flowers were having‥‥
We had much in common,so we had much to say.The feeling of communicating was wonderful.We talked and laughed,we sang a song together,too,a very nice song called 《The sunshine always comes after the rain》.
Everything was too wonderful to be believed.I doubt that I myself was having a
dream,an extremly sweet dream.
We became very good friends.We often got together chatting,travelling or studying.No matter what we did,we felt happy.We were just happy to be with each other
.We fell in love.
Love is sweet. Both of us were enjoying the sweetness of love:we went to the school together,have meals together,shopping together‥‥At that time,nothing seemed to be boring or tiresome. We felt we were full of energy and strength.
There is a saying:“It’s easy to love someone,but to get along with her or him is difficult.”The sweet days didn’t last for long.As we knew more of each other,we found more unpleasant things on the other.As both of us had bad temper,we
quarreled often.One day I felt I couln’t stand her any longer.I said “goodbye
” to her.She was more angry then me and walked away immediately without saying
a word.Not long after that,I missed her a lot and didn’t know what to do.It was
rather dramatic that I could come across her somewhere.And also without saying
a word,we got on well again as if nothing had happened.Such kinds of things happened no less than twenty times before the summer vacation came.That day I saw her off at the railway station.Looking at the leaving train,I could never realize
that she left me forever‥‥
In the long,hot vacation,I bought a guitar.I loved it so much that I put all my heart into it.Every day,I played my guitar and always forgot the time.I was crazy for it and almost forgot her.I neither called her,nor sent her short messages.We almost lost touch with each other.One day,she told me she missed me very much.I didn’t remember what I said to her.I only remembered I still played my guitar as before until one day she asked me a question:”Do you love me?”.
I stopped played my guitar and stared at the question,feeling extremely puzzled.I had no feelings at all that moment,just like a stone.”Do I love her?”I asked myself.”If I do,why can I leave her so long without missing her?”I had no answer.
She got angry and shouted at me:”You don’t love me at all!You are a liar!I hate you!”
The summer was still hot,but my heart was rather cold,covered by heavy snow.The girl I thought I loved most said I didn’t love her at all.Who could tell me what was love?What was the standard to judge whether a boy love a girl?
There were so many questions but I could answer none of them.I felt as if I was lost in a world of ice and snow,stood in the center alone,cold to death‥‥
Now,it has been three months after she left me.I haven’t got an answer yet.But I am not puzzled any longer.Because I think the answer itself is not important
.Different people may have different answers.Now I believe firmly that she is the first girl I loved in my life.I ever loved her deeply.She is a good girl.If she knows that a man who doesn’t love you the way you want him to doesn’t mean
he doesn’t love you with all he has,our love may last for long‥‥
“Don’t cry because it’s over,smile because it happened.”I often say to myself and I think I have made it.We are now good friends,or more than friends,as we have sung a most sweet and melodious song in the world together—the song of love‥‥
