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认识他的时候,我22岁,他26岁。我想,他的年龄比我大,一定会很疼我。而且我认为只要我对他好,他一定也会对我好。那年初春,我们结伴去郊外踏青。春意盎然,爱情在悄悄生长。在郊区那个稍显简陋的小饭馆里,我点了一个京酱肉丝,并且歪着头告诉他,这是我最爱吃的菜。他笑着说:“那有啥吃头,咸不叽叽的。”他点了一个糖
When I met him, I was 22 years old and he was 26 years old. I think he is older than me and will definitely hurt me. And I think he will treat me well as long as I treat him well. That early spring, we went out to the countryside to go green. Spring, love is quietly growing. In the slightly shabby little restaurant in the suburbs, I ordered a Beijing sauce pork, and tilted his head to tell him that this is my favorite dish. He laughed and said: “That’s what to eat, not salty.” He ordered a sugar