打开这个记忆的盒子,就像万缕花香飘散开来,沁人心脾;又像一瓶尘封多年的老酒,香醇与苦涩,美在其中。
One day, an older woman was sitting on her bed, packing some things, in boxes, to put in her closet. She rubbed her forehead with her hand and thought of her terrible migraine headache, brought on by all this packing.1
As she sat there, she looked at an empty box in front of her. Next, she looked around, wondering what she might pack in that box. Then, she said to herself, "If I get rid of some of these memories, that have been in my head all these years, maybe my head would not hurt as bad.2"
She put the tip of her finger between her lips. Then, her mind started wondering back, back, and back into her younger years.
She remembered her first puppy love3. Boy, was he handsome and strong for his age of 11. He looked even bigger in his elementary football uniform. "Guess, I will keep that memory," she said. So, she quickly put that in the box.
Then, she began to think a little bit harder, now. "Oh, Yes, I surely remembered my first kiss. He was such a good kisser, too." She, quickly, put her hand over her heart and could feel it beating faster and faster. She opened her eyes and said, "If I keep having memories like this, I will need something to take for high blood pressure." She gasped4, then put that memory, definitely, into the box.
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