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Heart
It was a
long time ago. A young man
was going to join the army.
He went to the library and tried to borrow some books before he
goes to the army. When he
went to the army, he took out a book, which he borrowed from the library
and read it. The book was
very fascinating. He
enjoyed this book very much.
Later he noticed that someone had written short phrases in the
book. He thought that there
was probably someone who enjoyed this book, too. As he was reading the book, he
was also reading the short phrases. They were very touching
him. He was deeply
impressed by someone's writing.
He wanted to find out who was reading this book, so he wrote a
letter to the library. Then
they gave him a woman's name.
The next day, he couldn't wait to send a letter to the
woman. The woman received
his letter and sends the letter back to him. They wrote letters back and
forth. These letters
connected their hearts.
A few years later, he finished his military
services. He sent the
letter to the girl then he said he would like to meet her. He told the woman where, when,
and what time he was going to meet her. Finally the day came. On the way to the restaurant the
man imagined how beautiful, young, sweet and lovely she is. He felt as if he were riding on
the clouds as he did in his dream.
After he got to the restaurant, he saw an old
lady, ugly, dirty, and an attractive woman holding a rose and sitting in
front of the restaurant. He
recovered from the shock and was he soon, but he still went there and
invited the old woman to the restaurant. The old lady said to him, ˇ°Sir,
someone gave me this flower.ˇ±
She said again, ˇ°If you asked me to go to dinner, then I would
let you know who gave me this flower." The lady smiled again, ˇ°Sir, the
girl is over there.ˇ± The
man turned to see where the old lady was pointing the he saw that a
charming, attractive young girl was standing there. She threw her head like a bird
and then smiled, she said to him, ˇ°I would like to see your heart
first. I love your
heart.ˇ± She said full of
joy. Her voice was as
bright and pure as that of a bird.
This was a wonderful moment for him. He had never been happy like
that
before.
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