The Rose of First Love

  Girl: I will go…

  Bending her head, she says to a boy, who is a shy guy as she is.

  The boy, not echoing, only kicks small pebbles with his tiptoes, here and there.

  After a while, the girl says again, in an oblique voice: I should go…

  Raising her head, casting a quick glance at him and diverting her eyesight again, she tangles the fringes of her dress.

  Boy: Enh…
  Inarticulately giving her a response, the boy hides carefully the other hand behind his back again. It seems that there are some tiny sweats on his front, or a shade flurry in his mind of saying something or not.

  Still a long silence.

  “I’ll go.” Seemingly being angry, the girl bravely raises her head, glares at him, with a shred of gentle encouragement in her eyes. Becoming more anxious, he seems not to know how to jump out of this dilemma; or seems to make crucial decision. Finally, strengthening that hand, turning red, with a little trill, the boy says: “…for you!”

  It is a rose, very rosy, keenly flowering, like a mass of fire, burning on the boy’s hand. The girl smiles, very happily. But immediately, she turns back and runs away, while turns her head and says with smile: “I will go!”

  However, after no more than several paces, it seems that something bring to her mind. She runs back to the boy, with red cheeks, “Enh----” snatching the rose from his hand, without saying a word, runs away again.

  Watching her silhouette in distance, the boy smiles…

  I stand on the terrain, occasionally witnessing this scene of the prologue of love in the sunshine, and can not help giving a smile from my heart. I recall my own first love, which not make her debut from a bouquet of red rose hiding behind the back?

 【中文译文】：
  女孩儿：“我走了……”低着头，向对面那个同样腼腆的男孩子说。

  男孩子用脚尖踢着地上的小石子儿，没有回答。

  过了会儿，女孩儿又小声说了一遍，“我该走了……”一边抬起头来飞快的看了男孩子一眼，重又垂下了眼帘，绞着裙角。

  男孩子：“嗯……”含糊地应了一声，把刚才一直藏在身后的手藏得更深了……额上似乎有些细细的汗珠，又像有些欲说还休的慌乱……

  又是好一阵沉默。

  “我走了！” 女孩儿好像有些嗔怒了…… 勇敢的抬起头来，盯着男孩子，目光里却有温柔的鼓励……
  男孩子更慌乱了，像是没有办法似的，又像是下了好大的决心……终于把藏在身后的手递到女孩儿的面前，脸红得厉害，似乎声音也有些在抖：“ ……给你。”

  那是一支鲜红的玫瑰，开得正艳，像是一团火，燃烧在男孩子的手上。

  女孩儿笑了，笑得好开心。但一转身就跑开了，一边回头一边笑着说：“我走了！”可没有跑几步，又像想起了什么，红着脸颊又跑回来，一把抢过男孩子手里的那支红玫瑰，也不说话，就又跑远了……

  望着女孩子跑远的背影，男孩子笑了……

  我在阳台上，无意中目睹了夕阳底下这一幕爱情的序曲，忍不住也会心地笑了……想起了自己的初恋，不也是开始于一支藏在身后的红玫瑰里吗？

Joke of Today

Where is the father?

    Two brothers were looking at some beautiful paintings.

    "Look," said the elder brother. "How nice these paintings are!"

    "Yes," said the younger, "but in all these paintings there is only the mother and the children. Where is the father?"

    The elder brother thought for a moment and then explained, "Obviously he was painting the pictures."