湖绿-胀的拼音
你才是我的幸福
You are my happiness
我看
着厨房墙壁上的那幅画像，那是多年前我祖父亲手绘就的。我眼中满含泪水，
眼前的画像变得模糊起来。
“你才是我的幸福。爱你一生。”我轻声低语道。画
像中的年轻女人坐在公园长椅上，眼神清亮，笑容可
掬地看着我，她的手指上被
精心地画有一枚订婚戒指。
She was dancing.
My crippled grandmother was dancing. I stood in
the living
room doorway absolutely stunned. I
glanced at the kitchen table and sure
enough-
right under a small, framed drawing on the wall-
was a freshly baked
peach pie.
I heard her
sing when I opened the door but did not want to
interrupt the
beautiful song by yelling I had
arrived, so I just tiptoed to the living
room.
I looked at how her still-lean body bent
beautifully, her arms
greeting the sunlight
that was pouring through the window. And her
legs...
Those legs that had stiffly walked,
aided with a cane, insensible shoes
as long as
I could remember. Now she was wearing beautiful
dancing shoes
and her legs obeyed her
perfectly. No limping. No stiffness. Just
beautiful, fluid motion. She was the pet of
the dancing world. And then
she’d had her
accident and it was all over. I had read that in
an old
newspaper clipping.
She turned
around in a slow pirouette and saw me standing in
the doorway.
Her song ended, and her beautiful
movements with it, so abruptly that it
felt
like being shaken awake from a beautiful dream.
The sudden silence
rang in my ears. Grandma
looked so much like a kid caught with her hand
in a cookie jar that I couldn’t help myself,
and a slightly nervous
laughter escaped.
Grandma sighed and turned towards the kitchen. I
followed her, not believing my eyes. She was
walking with no difficulties
in her beautiful
shoes. We sat down by the table and cut ourselves
big
pieces of her delicious peach pie.
“So...” I blurted, “How did your
leg heal?”
“To tell you the truth—my legs have
been well all my life,” she said.
“But I don’t
understand!” I said, “Your dancing career... I
mean...
You pretended all these years?
“Very much so,” Grandmother closed her eyes
and savored the peach pie,
“And for a very
good reason.”
“What reason?”
“Your
grandfather.”
“You mean he told you not to
dance?”
“No, this was my choice. I am sure I
would have lost him if I had continued
dancing. I weighed fame and love against each
other and love won.”