【正文】 t wearing a casual shirt and shorts(smiling), Annie wearing a TShirt and shorts. Mike wearing a white shirt and long nylon trousers not smiling, Mary, whom I couldn39。t seen a sunrise. Life is spending me and I am aging. Days keep climbing the mountain of years. Moon disguises its face in the clouds and the night refuses to bring sleep onto my pillow. I fight your memories and defeat myself. The painwaves of your absence storm through my stale heart and leave it in a misery. My face has lived with me for ten cold winters, now l want to feel the warmth of your face. Bring the sunshine of your eyes to me. Meet me while the sun sets this Sunday at the river bridge. My eyes will be measuring the passage until you e. Larry The letter ended and left her standing at the door of her timefaded memories. Larry was her classmate in college days. He lived in her heart and she dreamed his eyes. They had planned to get married after graduation as soon as Larry found a good job. It took him a year to find one and this expansion of time let Mike surface. Mike was an elegant and handsome man with already a good job. Larry got a firstrate job the day Tanya got married. In the next six months, Larry left the country and Tanya moved to Wisconsin(威斯康星州 ). Mike’s love scattered into his job, kids and Tanya. She did the same to him, except for the job. Her concern was to take care of the kids and the home. ―Easier said than done‖, she liked this phrase ever since. Her housework imprisoned(關(guān)押 )her wishes and she couldn’t even wish for her freedom. And today, after more than ten years, a letter came into her life like a butterfly carrying on its wings, words written in rainbow colors. It was Wednesday and she wished to jump over those three days into the Sunday sunset. She never got to know when the kids came back from the school and how she spent the rest of the day. The days had started flying with her. In the night she would read that letter to the moon, the stars and the breeze. She would tell them stories of her low。 every ray the sun ever endowed on her love. She could feel a powerful freedom that was removing those tedious thoughts from her mind and thrusting life into her veins. Life was wearing hope now. The time from Sunday morning to evening was hard to spend. Time clock was 第 11 頁 共 110 頁 snailing Out of the day and the sun got hung up in mid air. Wind stopped on the surface of water and the shadows declined to shrink. She wished time was a horse with a tail on the forehead and she would pull it from its tail. She wished time was a dry leaf and she would blow it in the windstorm(風(fēng)暴 )of her heart. She wished time was a boat and she would sail it in the river of her eyes. But today, time had turn into a teaser(戲弄者 ).She wanted the time to fly and it was crawling. She tried to make her self busy in house chores but her eyes quit supporting her hands as they were still looking at the sun. And the sun also kept glaring at her all the day. Finally the sun lost the battle and started going down. From the rim of the roof, it skidded to the window. No one in the family felt any change in her. Mike had to go to meet a client and was quite busy looking at himself and the kids were too involved in watching the TV. It was an hour to sunset and she was ready, wearing her best dress and wrapped in her favorite fragrance. She looked several years younger and brought back a charming(迷人的 )smile onto her lips. ―Where are you going, dear?‖ Her preparation couldn39。t alive for this photo, he died in 1986. Lastly in the picture is my brother John, wearing a white vest, trousers and suspenders. He slicked(使光滑、順滑 )back his black hair for the photo to appear in the period style. He wasn39。全家團聚的時刻是珍貴的 …… I love to look at old photographs in the album. My father had a big box of pictures in the cabi and some of the pictures go way back to the 189039。 I went in alone while the others hid in the orchard nearby. When I asked for a cup of coffee, the young barman (侍者 ) looked at me and nodded. He made the coffee, then disappeared into the back room. Cold and without strength, I wrapped my hands around the warm cup, not caring whether the barman had called the police, not caring about the next moment, just about the present. But the man had called Paulo, who came and helped us. Paulo was always smiling, always happy. He was from Seville (塞維利亞 ) , a busy city of many people, and he knew many people. Paulo found work for us. I made good money on the farms. I picked cabbages, beans, cucumbers and peas. I picked great round yellow squashes (南瓜 ) that smelled of rich perfume when you broke them. The farmers hired us by the day, and were content. The local people would never work for the wages we are paid. But there were many farms, and many crops to be picked. We were weled. I shared a small clean house in the town with seven other workers. We had journeyed from Ecuador, Colombia (哥倫比亞 ) , Venezuela (委內(nèi)瑞拉 ) , even Argentina (阿根廷 ) . Paulo found the house for us he knew the landlord and arranged a good price. We lived well, with enough food and sometimes wine. I earned more in a week than I could in three months back home if there had been work to do there. I sent most of the money that was left to my wife and parents, and wrote many letters to them. Then the government changed the rules so that 第 2 頁 共 110 頁 we needed work permits. I queued with hundreds of other workers, waiting for the application forms. We sat on the stone benches beneath the trees and read the forms. Some of the other workers are from small villages and towns, and cannot read as well as I can, so I explained to them that the government wanted our birth certificates, driving licenses, passports and many other documents. Many of the workers had perhaps one or two of these documents, b