A Love Story At that time, they worked in a factory on the suburb and both lived in there as well. They had nothing to do after work, behind their factory there was a railway, after dinner they always walking along that railway. it was in winter, cold badly, face was hurt by the cold wind, while the two young couldn't feel it. Hand in hand, they walked far away along the railway. She wore a pair of fat cotton shoes with small flowers on them, a red thick scarf around on her neck, sometimes wrapped her head and just let the naughty eyes outside when it was too could. Once the train was approaching, she shook off his hand naughtily, running cross the railway. Train passing by fast just as she got the other side .He shouted anxiously on back, shocked to see such a scene, then ran toward her, blaming loudly, but she were not aware of the dangerous, laughed constantly in his arms. He didn't laugh. She looked up at him, pale on his face, obviously he was scared badly. At that moment, she was touched, hadn't realized he was so serious. After winter, her father with others' helps let her work back in the town, at the last night before she left, they remain walking on the railway, as usual, she still laughing constantly, waved her hands in the air like painting something, describing her imaginations about future. While he just smile and listen, speak nothing, occasionally brushed out her long hair be mess by the wind. ...... Many years later, she was almost forgot what he looked like. Memories of the past lost in her mind, until one day she passed that railway by chance again, the factory moved away and there was no train across any more, only that old railway was still leaving there. She stood in the middle of the rusty way, looking down at the two parallel lines, just in a flash, all of the past up in mind like a flood, visible before eyes, fresh and clear, liked the train in those days thundering across. Look up into sky, sunshine spreaded warmly on her face, wind blowing, hair on the forehead was mess again, however, no one to brush it for her anymore. She could hear the crying in her mind, so clear, until then she realize though railway still lie on there silently, train of time had past away, never came back.

A Walking Dream Two photographers from the United Nations International Children's Emergency Fun have ever told such a story. Once in the refugee camp of Somalia, Audrey Hepburn entered one of the poor rooms, where many hungry children were waiting food there. A little girl in the long line looked extremely weak cause of hunger and seams stiffen immediately when her eyes contact that of Hepburn, then she dropped down the tray in hand and ran towards Hepburn, holding her tightly. At that moment, emotion between them seems far beyond the hope for survival. Maybe form Hepburn's hold she got something more important than food — the warm hope from human. And both the two photographers were not able to take up their cameras to keep that scene, they thought it was belong to the girl and Hepburn only.

Just Some Translations Pretty lips, should be with kind words come out. Nice eyes, should be fun of finding others’ good points. Healthy body, should be willing to share food with the poor. Beautiful hair, should be touched by children’s hands everyday. Elegant posture, should be with knowledge and intelligence. (hope you understand what I mean, ha-ha)

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