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He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, “Please, let me go home…”Suddenly he asked the waiter, “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.” Everybody stared at（凝睇，盯住） him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, “Why you have this hobby?” He replied, “When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.” While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness（乡愁） , he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home… Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance（宽容，公差） , was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life’s lie. This was the only lie I said to you — the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything… Now I’m dying, I’m afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.”Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?” She replied, “It’s sweet.”

I have frequented（常到，常往） the same chat line for more than three years now and have made some wonderful online friendships. However I have become bored with the typical chat and Internet all together. So, I decided to take a break.After about a week of being off line, I returned late one night to check mail. There, in my box was an email from a lady friend I had met in a chat room. She was going on and on about a man that had recently entered the room and how he was supposedly the “male incarnate（化身的，人体化的） ” of myself. Anyone who knows me also knows that I am a bit of a “character.” My sense of humor is one of a warped（曲解的，变态的） and demented（发疯的，疯狂的） nature. The thought of finding anyone who doesn’t become annoyed instantly is a chore. Much less a man that shared the same. I completely discredited the email and went about my business.Later that night, I found myself wandering the net. It was then I ran across a photo gallery that proved to be quite entertaining. As I clicked from one picture to the next, I ran across one gentleman’s photo. I was stunned by his presence. Approximately 10 minuets had gone by when I finally tore myself away from the photo and decided to venture into chat. There, I found the woman who had sent me the email earlier that week. She proceeded to（继续下往，进进） tell me all about this man. “You just have to meet him,” she said, ranting on and on about how much alike we were. I laughed at her thinking it was amusing. “No, I am serious! You have got to talk to him.” I finally agreed that I would make effort to do so later on and left the chat quickly. Again, finding myself staring at this anonymous（匿名的，无名的） photo I had found earlier.Approximately 4 hours later, I ventured back into the chat. Only to find a few friends talking about daily events. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere, a new name entered, rambling on and on about being the presentment of madness. I quickly spoke up and told the stranger that title had already been taken by myself as I laughed. He was silent for a few moments. It was then I received a “whisper” from him. “So you are the woman I have heard so very much about.” I replied by saying, “I see my reputation precedes（领先，优于） me.” It was then I noticed his side bar photo (this particular room has a side bar option for those wishing to post photos of themselves). I almost fell from my chair when I realized I was talking to the man in the photo. The photo I had found earlier that day while surfing. After several hours in “whisper” mode, we opted to enter my personal chat room. We found one another to be interesting. Not to mention, we thoroughly enjoyed our conversation.Since then, our relationship has grown tremendously. Even going so far as to admit our love to one another. We both agree this seems crazy. The sort of thing you read about in a book. It hardly seems real. Neither of us was looking when fate let us to one another. Neither of us was in need of love. Hell, neither of us believed in love, especially online love prior to our finding one another. We both want so badly to be together. To learn, to love, and to experience what this has to offer. It is simply amazing. So much for not seeking love, eh?It was as if we had been two long lost lovers being reunited after a long trip. I think he put it best when he said… “Life is full of shit…lots of it. And there are many a time when you may feel stuck/bored and it seems that there’s nothing left to hold your interest or anything that doesn’t piss you off. Well, there is such a thing as true love. It’s there, it’s indescribable and few are blessed with it. We are one of lucky couples.”Truly, the luckiest man and woman ever.

Real men don’t cry. We just get something in our eyeBy Nigel Farndale’Daddy, you’re crying,’ say my sons. ‘No, boys, I’m man-crying. Very useful skill.’A short walk from my house in Hampshire, on a hill overlooking the heathland（石南灌丛） , is a plaque（斑块，血小板） marking the spot where Richard Pryce Jones deliberately（专心肠，谨慎地） crashed his Halifax bomber during the war. He could have parachuted（跳伞） to safety, but that would have meant crashing into the village. The epitaph（碑文，墓志铭） reads: “He died that others might live.”It never fails to move me. Not to tears, you understand. That would be disrespectful. But I do usually manage a lump in the throat（喉咙哽住） and that film of moisture（水分，湿度） over the eyes that men have in their emotional armoury. Gordon Brown demonstrated the non-crying cry beautifully when he made his farewell speech on the steps of Number 10. That catch in the throat. The determination not to weep in public. At that moment, if at no other, he had nobility.Not everyone can carry it off. I don’t think Paul Gascoigne ever quite got the hang of it, for example. But I like to think I have it down to an art, my technique honed（磨光） from years of watching The Railway Children, Sleepless in Seattle and that scene in Dumbo when the mother elephant is locked away. “Daddy!” my sons will say, pointing the accusing finger. “You’re crying!”"Me? Over Dumbo? Ha ha ha. No, boys, what I am doing is man-crying, a sort of non-crying cry. I’ll teach you it one day. Very useful.”They are too young to appreciate the nuance（细微不同） yet, but when they are older I will explain that open sobbing（抽泣，抽泣） is associated with being female, and so inappropriate for men. The Charlie Chaplin analogy might be useful here. He once said that the way to act drunk is to imagine yourself a drunk man trying to act sober. The same is true when a man learns the non-crying cry. To be convincing, you must look as if you are trying to avoid tears.In this respect（在这方面） , it is important for a young man to appreciate the difference between male tears and female. I remember once asking the actress Emilia Fox if she could cry at will, right there and then, over lunch. To my astonishment, she could – from a standing start. Fat tears rolling down her cheeks. When she had finished, she resumed her smiling countenance（面庞，神采） .Those are female tears, and the reason you never hear anyone say: “It’s enough to make a grown woman cry.” That expression only works when it refers to “grown men” and though that may seem tautological（赘述的） , the “grown” is justified. Not all men are grown. The emotionally incontinent（当即，即刻） exhibitionists who cry when they are kicked off talent shows such as The X Factor are not grown men, for example. Men have to be careful what they cry at, because some subjects are more worthy of tears than others. Grief, obviously. But not self-pity. And rarely should a man cry in pain. And never at the death of a princess he didn’t know. Those are the rules.I suspect my colleague Matt Pritchett might be with me on this. One of his cartoons this past week showed a father next to a television tuned to the World Cup, explaining to his children that “at some point in the next few weeks, you are going to see me cry”. And the day after the last survivor of the Great Escape died, he did a cartoon showing a gravestone with a mound of tunnelled earth trailing away（逐步减弱） from it. I seemed to have something in my eye when I saw that, and I expect he had the same something in his eye when he drew it.

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word “shmily（看我是多么爱你） ” in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving “shmily” around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.They dragged “shmily” with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared（涂抹，擦上） it in the dew（珠，滴） on the windows overlooking the patio（露台，天井） where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. “Shmily” was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath.At one point（一度，在某处） , my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave “shmily” on the very last sheet.There was no end to the places “shmily” would pop up. Little notes with “shmily” scribbled（乱画） hurriedly were found on dashboards（仪表盘） and car seats, or taped to steering wheels（标的目标盘） . The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.”Shmily” was written in the dust upon the mantel（壁炉架） and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents’ house as the furniture.It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents’ game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love — one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents’ relationship. It was more than their flirtatious（轻浮的） little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship as based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into（无意中碰到） each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other’s sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents’ life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather’s steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.Then one day, what we all dreaded（可骇的） finally happened. Grandma was gone.”Shmily.” It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother’s funeral bouquet（花束，酒喷鼻） . As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grand-mother’s casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby（摇篮曲，催眠曲） .Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn’t begin to fathom（看穿，完全部会） the depth of their love, I had been privileged（赐与特权，免除） to witness its unmatched beauty. SHMILY: See how much I love you.

Maybe God wants you to meet many wrong people before you meet the right one, so when this happens, you’ll be thankful. 或许上帝让你在碰见阿谁合适的人之前碰见很多弊端的人，所以，当这一切产生的时辰，你应当心存感激感动。Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened. 不要因为结束而抽泣，微笑吧，为你的曾具有。I suddenly feel myself like a doll, acting all kinds of joys and sorrows. There are lots of shining siliery thread on my back, controlling all my action.我俄然就感觉本身像个富丽的木偶，演尽了所有的聚散悲欢，可是背上老是有没有数闪亮的银色丝线，把持我的哪怕一举手一投足。No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won’t make you cry. 没有人值得你流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你抽泣。The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can’t have them. 掉往或人，最糟的莫过于，他近在身边，却如同远在天边。Don’t try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to. 不要焦急，最好的总会在最不经意的时辰呈现。Just because someone doesn’t love you as you wish, it doesn’t mean you’re not loved with all his/her being. 只因为或人不如你所愿爱你，实在不料味着你不被他人所爱。The worst way to miss someone is to be seated by his/her side and know you’ll never have him/her. 错过一小我最可骇的编制就是坐在他/她的身边，你却知道永久都不会具有他/她。There will always be people who’ll hurt you, so you need to continue trusting, just be careful. 糊口中总会有危险你的人，所以你仍然需要继续相信他人，只是谨慎些罢了。Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have. 爱你的人若是没有按你所但愿的编制来爱你，那实在不代表他们没有经心全意地爱你。

Love is a telephone which always keeps silent when you are longing for（巴看） a call, but rings when you are not ready for it. As a result, we often miss the sweetness from the other end.Love is a telephone which is seldom program-controlled or directly dialed. You cannot get an immediate answer by a mere “hello”, let alone（更没必要说） go deep into your lover’s heart by one call. Usually it had to be relayed by an operator, and you have to be patient in waiting. Destiny is the operator of this phone, who is always irresponsible and fond of laying practical jokes to which she may make you a lifelong victim intentionally（专心肠，成心地） or unintentionally.Love is a telephone which is always busy, When you are ready to die for love, you only find, to your disappointment, the line is already occupied by someone else, and you are greeted only by a busy line. This is an eternal regret handed down from generation to generation and you are only one of those who languish for（因巴看而忧?） followers.Love is telephone, but it is difficult to seize the center time for dialing, and you will let slip the opportunity if your call is either too early or too late.Love is a telephone which is not always associated with happiness. Honeyed words are transmitted by sound waves, but when the lovers are brought together, the phone servers no purpose that many lovers observe that marriage is the doom of love.Love is a telephone which, when you use it for the first time, makes you so nervous and excited that you either hold the receiver upside down（倒置，混乱） or dial the wrong number. By the time you’ve calmed down, you will beat a loss to whom you should make the call.Love is a telephone which often has crossed lines. And this usually happens to you unexpectedly. Your time will either cross or be crossed. Both cases are refereed to as “triangle”. Fortunately, all such occurrences are transient（短暂的，路过的） .

The methods of practicing economy（实施俭仆） are very simple. Spend less than you earn. That is the first rule. A portion should always be set apart for the future. The person who spends more than he earns, is a fool.The next rule is to pay ready money, and never, on any account（不管若何） , to run into debt.The person who runs into debt is apt to（偏向于） get cheated; and if he runs into debt to any extent, he will himself be apt to get dishonest. “Who pays what he owes, enriches himself.”The next is, never to anticipate uncertain profits by expending them before they are secured. The profits may never come, and in that case you will have taken upon yourself a load of debt which you may never get rid of.Another method of economy is, to keep a regular account of all that you earn, and of all that you expend. An orderly man will know beforehand what he requires, and will be provided with the necessary means for obtaining it. Thus his domestic budget will be balanced; and his expenditure kept within his income.It is difficult to fix the precise limits of economy. Bacon says that if a man would live well within his income, he ought not to expend more than one half, and save the rest. This is perhaps too exacting; and Bacon himself did not follow his own advice. What proportion of one’s income should be expended on rent? That depends upon circumstances.Wherever there is a large family, the more money that is put to one side and saved, the better. Economy is necessary to the moderately（适度地） rich, as well as to the comparatively poor man. Without economy, a man cannot be generous. He cannot take part in the charitable（慷慨的，仁慈的） work of the world.If he spends all that he earns, he can help nobody. He cannot properly educate his children, nor put them in the way of starting fairly in the business of life. Thousands of witnesses daily testify, that men even of the most moderate intelligence, can practice the virtue with success.Men of all classes are, as yet, too little influenced by these considerations. They are apt to live beyond their incomes. To save money for avaricious（贪婪的） purposes is altogether different from saving it for economical purposes. The saving may be accomplished in the same manner-by wasting nothing, and saving everything. But here the comparison ends. The miser’s only pleasure is in saving. The prudent economist spends what he can afford for comfort and enjoyment, and saves a surplus for some future time. The avaricious person makes gold his idol, whereas the thrifty（节俭的） person regards it as a useful instrument, and as a means of promoting his own happiness and the happiness of those who are dependent upon him. The miser（吝啬鬼，鄙吝鬼） is never satisfied. He amasses（储蓄堆集，堆集） wealth that he can never consume, but leaves it to be squandered by others, probably by spendthrifts（华侈无度的人） ; whereas the economist aims at securing a fair share of the world’s wealth and comfort, without any thought of amassing a fortune.There is a dignity in the very effort to save with a worthy purpose, even though the attempt should not be crowned with eventual success. It produces a well regulated mind; it gives prudence（谨慎） a triumph over extravagance3; it gives virtue the mastery over vice; it puts the passions under control; it drives away care; it secures comfort. Saved money, however little, will serve to dry up many a tear；will ward off many sorrows and heart burnings, which otherwise might prey upon us. Possessed of a little store of capital, a man walks with a lighter step-his heart beats more cheerily.When interruption of work or adversity happens, he can meet them; he can recline on（依靠，相信） his capital, which will either break his fall, or prevent it altogether. By prudential（谨慎的） economy, we can realize the dignity of man; life will be a blessing.

Night after night, she came to tuck（卷起，挤进） me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.I don’t remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, “Don’t do that anymore — your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out（结束） my day with that familiar expression of her love.Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked（暗躲，埋伏） , in the back of my mind.Well, the years have passed, and I’m not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She’s been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy（解救，医治） to calm a young girl’s stomach or soothe（安抚，和缓） the boy’s scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world… gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could…Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly（游移地，迟疑地） run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow（眉） .In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, “Don’t do that anymore — your hands are too rough!” Catching Mom’s hand in hand, I blurted out（开端措辞） how sorry I was for that night. I thought she’d remember, as I did. But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.母亲老是在我进眠以后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻扒开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一向保持着这个习惯，即便我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却仍然故我。不知从甚么时辰开端，母亲的这类习惯垂垂让我感应不悦—-我不喜好她那双布满老茧的手就如许划过我细嫩的皮肤。终究，在一个夜晚，我不由得冲她吼了起来：“你不要再如许了，你的手好粗糙！”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有效这类我熟谙的表达爱的编制来为我的一天画上句号。日子一每天畴昔，跟着时候的流逝，我却老是禁不住想起那一夜。我开端驰念母亲的那双手，驰念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这类巴看忽远忽近，但始终躲躲在我心灵深处的某个角落。若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有遏制过操劳，用她那双曾被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做出力所能及的工作。她是我们的家庭大夫，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会往安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛崽裤上的污渍往得毫无陈迹……此刻，我本身的孩子也已长大，有了本身的糊口，母亲却没有了父亲的伴随。有一次，刚好是感恩节前夕，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟谙，还有一只熟谙的手踌躇着从我的脸上擦过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如旧日的和顺，轻轻落在了我的额头。在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的景象和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再如许了，你的手好粗糙！”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的惭愧。我想，她必然和我一样，对那晚的事记忆犹心。但是，母亲却不知我再说些甚么—–她早忘了，早已谅解我了。那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激感动安然进眠，我感激感动她的和顺，和她那庇护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。

The day my fiancé fell to his death, it started to snow, just like any November day, just like the bottom hadn’t fallen out of my world when he freefell off the roof. His body, when I found it, was lightly covered with snow. It snowed almost every day for the next four months, while I sat on the couch and watched it pile up. One morning, I shuffled downstairs and was startled to see a snowplow（雪犁，扫雪机） clearing my driveway and the bent back of a woman shoveling（铲） my walk. I dropped to my knees, crawled through the living room, and back upstairs so those good Samaritans would not see me. I was mortified（拮据的） . My first thought was, how would I ever repay them? I didn’t have the strength to brush my hair let alone shovel someone’s walk.Before Jon’s death, I took pride in the fact that I rarely asked for help or favors. I defined myself by my competence and independence. So who was I if I was no longer capable and busy? How could I respect myself if all I did was sit on the couch everyday and watch the snow fall?Learning how to receive the love and support that came my way wasn’t easy. Friends cooked for me and I cried because I couldn’t even help them set the table. “I’m not usually this lazy,” I wailed. Finally, my friend Kathy sat down with me and said, “Mary, cooking for you is not a chore. I love you and I want to do it. It makes me feel good to be able to do something for you.”Over and over, I heard similar sentiments（豪情，情感） from the people who supported me during those dark days. One very wise man told me, “You are not doing nothing. Being fully open to your grief may be the hardest work you will ever do.”I am not the person I once was, but in many ways I have changed for the better. The fabric of my life is now woven with gratitude（感激的表情） and humility. I have been surprised to learn that there is incredible freedom that comes from facing one’s worst fear and walking away whole. I believe there is strength in surrender.