求英语翻译

-”谢谢你喜欢我“

  -”我也很喜欢当年那个喜欢你的我“

  听到这样的一段对白,心里总会咯噔一下。这里面明明藏着很多时光的秘密,虽然结果并没有美好到死,可是那种时过境迁后的小波澜却抵死动人。

  我们都有过那种把喜欢一个人,看做和吃饭、念书、走路一样重要的日子。自己的心里像是默默地打开了一个开关,早晨一睁眼就想到一会儿早操能不能见到他,在返回教室的拥挤人潮里准确地分辨出他的背影心跳加快,装作不经意的和闺密一起路过某间教室和他不期而遇,认真对待每一场期末考因为这决定了能和他分在一个考场,明明爱晴好灿烂却看到他爱的阴天替他高兴不止。

  那个我,浑身充满了莫名其妙的动力,生活被有序地分为了看到他的和看不到他的,看不到他的时候,我和我自己的幼稚的梦想一起并肩作战,看到他的时候,我会偷偷的想,他什么时候会从我的梦想变成和我一起并肩作战的人。

  那个我,把喜欢看得好郑重也固执。不愿随随便便的写信给他,信纸要精挑细选,内容要精雕细琢,写得自己也被感动,坐在半夜的房间里掉眼泪。想要探究关于他所有的世界,在他的朋友们那边一点点的收集细枝末节,还原出一个我不知道的他,然后听他爱的音乐走他走过的路,心里满溢的是欢喜。

  那个我,相信一切的美好。他的声音和冷幽默相得益彰,他的沉默寡言映衬着内心的千山万水,他操场上模糊不清的身影有着别样的美感,甚至一厢情愿地将美好封存至很多年后。

  好些年后,当经历了一些人事之后,我突然发现,好难找到词句来定义那样的喜欢。比暗恋要多一些,比恋情要少一些,像是一种简单的信仰,傻傻的坚守。

  那种喜欢,或许一生也就只能那么一次了。

  在我还是一个不善言辞,内心倔强,容易脸红,敏感惆怅的小女生的时候,我却耗费了那么长的时间去做了一件这么巨大的毫无目的的事情。或许,相比现在的我,那个我要勇敢的多真诚的多,她更强大更无畏,更顺从自己的坦荡的内心。

  那样子倾心的喜欢,也让我相信了,我有能力这样去付出,用力爱,用心爱,尊重爱的价值和意义。

  我的人生并不像是热门的青春热血电影桥段,始终没能听到过有人对我说起,”谢谢你喜欢我“。只是偶然翻看那年的毕业纪念册,看到一堆记忆碎片之后的这样一段话,”以上是有关我的一些片段,和我与你的一些片段,供你源源不断的回忆“。禁不住嘴角上扬,原来他比我更早明白,回忆总是美

Thank you for loving me""-" I like that I like you"Hear of such a dialogue, I always missed a beat. This clearly hides a lot of time secret, although the results were not better to die, but the passage of time after the small waves is that moving.We all have the sort of like a person, as eating, reading, walking and as important day. My heart is like silently opened a switch, eyes on the morning of a thought for a moment you can see him in the exercises, returned to the classroom in the crowds of people to correctly identify his back beat, pretending to casual and friends together to pass by some classrooms and he accidentaly across, take seriously each and a final exam for this decision and he can be divided in an examination room, obviously love sunny bright saw he loved cloudy day happy for him more than.That I be rather baffling, full power, life was ordered to see him and can't see him, not to see him, I and my childish dream together, to see him, I would want, when he will be out of my dreams and I together alongside the people.That I, like to see good solemn stubbornly. Not casually write him a letter, the letter should be carefully selected, content to be carved, writes himself was moved to sit in the middle of the night, the room in tears. Want to explore the world in all about him, his friends there a little bit of collecting all the minor details, restore a I don't know him, and listen to his love of music to go his way, the heart is glad.That I, believe that all the good. His voice and cold humor, complement each other, his be scanty of words against the inner numerous hills and streams, he playground obscure figure has a different aesthetic feeling, and wishful thinking to be better sealed until many years later.Many years later, when experienced some personnel, I suddenly found, good hard to find words to define such a love. More than love, than love a little, like a simple faith, I adhere to.That kind of love, maybe life is only once.When I was a bad words, the heart is stubborn, blush easily, sensitive melancholy girl when, I took so long to do such a huge meaningless things. Perhaps, now I, that I should brave many sincere, she more powerful and fearless, more obedient to him magnanimous heart.It looks like love, but also let me believe, I have the ability to do so, love, with love, respect for the value and meaning of love.My life is not popular youth blood movie scenes, never heard someone told me," thank you for loving me". Only occasionally look at that year's graduation album, see a pile of fragments of memories after the words," more is related to some of my fragment, and I'm with you some fragments, for your everfount memories". Can't help the corners of the mouth, so he knew earlier than me, the memories are beautiful.
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