3、中国 《夏天》 ...
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《Summer》 a monologue by: Jo Yang
Do you still remember that summer
Well, I do.
It was on a fateful day that summer that I met you. I wonder how many people would one meet in a lifetime but not recall the fact that they have ever passed each other by It still amazes me ‘til this day that we were able to encounter each other by chance.
It felt like fate to me, but maybe you thought nothing of it.
You had a brilliant mind, a wonderful sense of humor and the cutest cheeky smile on your face. You said things that confused me at times, we acknowledged our differences, and we talked about just stuff, every single day for that summer.
You had such a wide breadth of knowledge and told me amazing stories from your travels of the world and those pieces that made up your life. You were never stingy with your complements and I was falling, deep. I felt so sophisticated, liberated and cared for when I was around you. It might’ve started with admiration. But how could you be so perfect I thought at that moment that you were ‘the one’ for me, like they say in movies. As if suddenly, something just hits you so hard that it knocks the wind out of you.
Summer time flies and it was time to part. You said I was too young, too nave, with my whole life ahead of me, an adventure waiting to be started. But all I wanted was to be with you, for the first time I felt immensely sad. I wanted to be the dust on the floor that you stepped on; I was so pathetic, so pathetically in love.
Seems like that summer was filled with a lot of firsts, the first time I fell in love, the first time I got my heart broken, the first time I got inspired to plan out my future along the path you had walked, the first time I tried alcohol, the first time I went to a bar, the first time being taught how to play a dice game, it was the first time that I met you, and it was the first time that I had to learn to just move on.
It’s been a year now and I don’t think I’ve moved on.
It’s been five years now, I wonder if you still think of me as I often think of you
It’s been ten years now, I’m married to a good man, but I still can’t forget that summer.
She was 18
He was 37
《夏天》 独白作者：九月飘雪点
你还记得那年的夏天吗？
我还记得。
就是在那个夏天的某一天，我们相遇了。我在好奇，一个人的一生中到底会遇见过多少人却并不知道彼此互相见过？至今我依旧还会感叹这命运的奇妙，让你我偶然相遇。
对我来说好像是命中注定，但是对你来说，也许只是你生命中的一个小插曲。
你的头脑超逸，拥有很棒的幽默感，还有那最可爱的笑容。有时候你说的话令我费解，但是我们对彼此不同的想法都报以尊重，我们聊过许多，一同度过那个夏天里的每一天。
你懂的东西很多，知识面也很宽广，你告诉了我你在世界各地的所见闻到，而这些故事也编制了你的人生。对我你从不吝啬你的赞美，而我也不可救药的彻底陷了下去。在你的身边让我受到了时时刻刻的重视，生活的放肆，也很长见识。也许最开始只是爱慕，但是你怎能那么的完美？让我从那一刻起，就觉得你是我的‘另一半’，就像电影里说的那样。好比如突然有什么东西重重的击中了你，让你呼吸不能。
暑假过的真快，是到时间让我们分离了。你说我太过年轻，太过单纯，我的一生就摆在我面前，一个全新的冒险等待着我去发现。但是我只想与你在一起。第一次我感到了无比的悲伤。我只想作为你脚底下的尘埃，我是那么的无可救药，无可救药的爱上了你。
那个夏天对我来说发生了许多的第一次，第一次爱上了一个人，同样的第一次‘失恋’了。第一次因你而想要规划以后的人生与你一样，去走过你走过的路。第一次尝试喝酒，第一次去酒吧，第一次被你教会如何去玩筛子游戏。那是我第一次遇见了你，那也是我第一次学会了如何去放下。
距离那年夏天已经过了一年了，可我还是没有放下。
距离那年夏天已经过了五年了，我时不时的会去想，你是否也会与我一样，那样频繁的去想你？
距离那年夏天已经过了十年了，我跟一个对我很好的男人结婚了，但是我依旧无法忘记那年的夏天。
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第3章 中国
