There once lived a lad(少年,小伙子) who was deeply in love with a girl, but disliked by the girl's father, who didn't want to see any further development of their love. The lad was eager to write to the girl, yet he was quite sure that the father would read it first. So he wrote such a letter to the girl:
My love for you I once expressed
no longer lasts, instead, my distaste for you
is growing with each passing day. Next time I see you,
I even won't like that look yours.
I'll do nothing but
look away from you. You can never expect I'll
marry you. The last chat we had
was so dull and dry that you shouldn't think it
made me eager to see you again.
If we get married, I firmly believe I'll
live a hard life, I can never
live happily with you, I'll devote myself
but not
to you. No one else is more
harsh1 and selfish and least
solicitous2 and(热切期望的) considerate than you.
I sincerely want to let you know
what I said is true. Please do me a favor by
ending our relations and refrain4 from
writing me a reply. Your letter is always full of
things which displease5 me. You have no
sincere3 care for me. So long! Please believe
I don't love you any longer. Don't think
I still have a love of you!
Having read the letter, the father felt relieved6 and gave it to his daughter with a light heart.
The girl also felt quite pleased after she read it carefully, her lad still had a deep love for her.
Do you know why? In fact, she felt very sad when she read the letter for the first time. But she read it for a few more times and , at last, she found the key – only every other line should be read, that is the first line, the third, the fifth … and so on to the end.
The Bloody Forehead
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