The unseen power of love（无形的爱的力量） 立即阅读
I will greet this day with love in my heart. For this is the greatest secret of success in all ventures. Muscle can split a shield and even destroy life but only the unseen power of love can open the hearts of men. I will make love my greatest weapon and none can defend against its force.
那是深秋，胡同里满是槐树干黄的叶子，女孩放学路过那扇虚掩的红漆大门，一股怪怪的气味从院里飘出来，好象什麽东西被烧着了，发出的气味陈旧而靡霉，一种不安迅速越过女孩的脑子，她用了很大的力气，才使门推开一点，勉强让自己单薄的身体侧门而入。穿过那个影壁，见在院子的那棵粗大的玉兰树下，那个熟悉的老女人，女孩管她叫娘娘，不，确切地说，是那个老女人要女孩管她叫娘娘，这一叫，就叫了好几年。
Dear World: My son starts school today. It's going to be strange and new to him for a while, and I wish you would sort of treat him gently. You see, up to now, he's been king of the roost. He's been boss of the backyard. I have always been around to repair his wounds, and to make him calm. But now--things are going to be different. This morning, he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand and start on his great adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow.
“请问余光中先生在家吗？噢，您就是余先生吗？这里是台大医院小儿科病房。我告诉你噢，你的小宝宝不大好啊，医生说他的情形很危险……什么？您知道了？您知道了就行了。”“喂，余先生吗？我跟你说噢，那个小孩子不行了，希望你马上来医院一趟……身上已经出现黑斑，医生说实在是很危险了……再不来，恐怕就……”
Daddy just didn’t know how to show love. It was Mom who held the family together. He just went to work every day and came home; she’d have a list of sins we’d committed and he’d scold us about them. Once when I stole a candy bar, he made me take it back and tell the man I stole it and that I’d pay for it. But it was Mom who understood I was just a kid.
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