Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Bride and groom

 A bride and groom so far, life has never really dominated the fate of my new home. However, when I was 16 years old, life'd dominate the lotus throne in my heart, and rested for a moment. At that time, I am anxious , just a bed to be awakened, no longer sleep. Most of my friends are married, some even have been having children, but I have wasted years, jealously guarding an empty bed. 14 years old, I have through the entrance examination. At that time, whether married or Entrance, I do not as the same thing. I've never die book learning. Therefore, whether in physical or on the ideology, I have not undergone the pain of indigestion . From childhood, I developed a love of reading habits. No matter to see what books I read are used as a mouse, whether it is edible or not eat to see to chew on. in this world I have read the book should not read more than I should have read the book much more. Therefore, I viewed the book in the solar system, the school reading books such as Earth, while the outside is the sun, read a book . we all know, the sun than the Earth millions of times a large. In this way, although I predicted that test was difficult Sanskrit teacher, but I successfully passed. My father, who was a deputy governor ①. At that time in our lives very stable, in the chateau Kira suddenly, suddenly in the Jia Yin Na Bade, it is difficult to live a long time in one place down. First of all, should understand the words of: I talked about this experience, time and place and the groom, etc., although the certainty, identified by name, but they are fictional. Searching for psychological than for those readers who art appreciation, which may make them disappointed. ① British colonial rule in India in the early stage, governors are British, the locals only as his running mate. One time, my father went out handling the case. At that time, my mother would also like to hold a festival. In order to arrange accommodation, food and gifts of participants, the mother needs a Brahmin when the helper . In this critical moment, my Sanskrit teacher became my mother's main assistant. To this end, the mother of the teacher is very grateful. But in my father's mind, the teacher's image is just the opposite. This time, I became a gift presented to the Brahmins. it is this: At that time, I'm going to read a Calcutta College. In order to reduce the mother of his son's grief of parting, we suggested that she received a little girl as a child bride. Thus, when the mother turned their thoughts to the little girl who, when focused, she will not days feel like years, and her heart will be some sort of comfort. my daughter Kaxishaoli Sanskrit teachers are suitable for this role. when she was still small enough, is actually a very, very small girl. She was very quiet. Her character also happens to students G with my match. In addition, through marriage, my mother will repay the The Brahmin teacher, so that he eliminates the obligation to marry off their daughters. At first, the mother also hesitant. She wanted to see the girl say. Mr. teachers suggest in this regard noted the mother immediately said he's the evening has brought her daughter. mother gave a positive response soon. because the preference for both weight and do good together, soon made the little girl's worth a lot more weight. mother said: Well girl, though not beautiful, but quiet and still very good! issues such as variable bit: now between me and another layer of his relationship with his daughter formed a Dream of the relationship. This sudden change in the beginning gave my heart a great shock, as if proximity to the Wonderland fable: boring syntax suddenly removed the cumbersome appearance, exquisite into a beautiful princess. One evening, my mother called me to her room and said to me: to a number of mango and sweet, you to try it! to develop the road leading to my heart. I came back to see Kaxishaoli sat on her lap. then many cases have been blurred. However, some circumstances, the impression is still very deep, girl The pigtails, wearing a ribbon; wearing satin cloth coat made of Calcutta, above a yellow, red stripes. I remember, her dark, bushy eyebrows; a pair of animal-like eyes, unafraid to look around. face the situation in other parts can not remember. I think God has not finalized her style, but her create a rough shape. Anyway, she looks pretty good. I am very happy, elated . I deeply understand that the plunge ribbon, dressed in satin clothes girl, will be fully belong to me. I will be her master, and I was her god! order to get valuable results, no do not painstaking efforts. However, an exception this time but I only moved his little finger to that happened. God put me into a groom! together with their parents every day, monasteries, and I will know the meaning of his wife. I see, the father of the kinds of ceremonies are very annoying, but in the sacrificial ① Savi Deli when we can see from his face, his heart is happy. the mother of his father very well, feeling deep. This is, I understand clearly. Sometimes, however, why the angry father, why absent-minded, these, my mother did not dare think. such a situation, is to meet the man my father temper, made him feel comfortable. Tenjin do not think for their own worship is a remarkable thing, because it is a matter of course believers in spending. But for men, women for their worship is a kind of unexpected revenue. Therefore, it is no trivial matter, a very general. ① the Ancient Indian Epic Borneo Multi blame blood. the day with great pride that I eat a lot of mango; With such a bold mood, also left three mangoes. This situation has never been previously available. To this end, I regret miles waited a long time! At the time, Kaxishaoli not know, between me and her in the end what is the relationship. But back home, she probably understood the bottom line. From then on, I met her, she is always hiding, rushed away open. She saw me, always cautious, very uncomfortable. It makes me feel very satisfied. This shows that my presence in the world somewhere, in some way had a strong influence.

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