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The first time (*-*)

Contributed by holy on Tuesday, 10th June 2008 @ 11:36:17 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

The first time (*-*)

The first time you carried me,

it was a drak and moonless night.

After watering the wheat in the filed,

you took me home by cycle.

we talked with our pleasure,

we forgot there was a ditch,

you rode into the ditch completely unaware,

the bicycle overturned,

and precipitated us to the ditch,

I felt like a ton of bricks......

"are you all right?"

I heard you calling my name.

"I am ok, how about you?"

I exploded into loud laughter.

"Don't worry.

I am fine, too."

you pushed me up with a laugh.

When I got on,

I just found that my right foot hurt.

You rubbed your hands across my foot,

"Sorry,

How can I forget this ditch?

I am sorry."

Then you took me home cagily.

On the way home,

I told you not to tell my mother,

I was afraid she would worry me,

"Don't worry,

there is some liquid medicine in my home,

I can take care of myself."

I didn't expect,

You came again at a quarter to seven the next morning,

you brought some liquid medicine,

"How are you?"

"I am all right,

thanks a lot."

at that time,

I was afraid I forgot myself,

"did you sleep well?"

You looked at me with an incredulous expression,

and put your hands on my right foot,

"You'd better stay in home today."

"Haha,

it doesn't matter.

I am going to work at half past seven.

I am really glad,

let us get together for breakfast."

that morning,

we shared our breakfast the first time.

After breakfast,

I went to work with you,

we parted company at the gateway of the factory I working......

Copyright © holy ... [ 2008-06-10 11:36:17]
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Re: The first time (*-*) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 11th June 2008 @ 09:25:43 AM AEST
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