安云灏早晨被一阵电话铃声吵醒,迷迷糊糊中只见单翎拿着手机走出了房间,低声接通了电话。安云灏坐起来,拍拍脸,然自己清醒一些,“什么电话,还要出去接?”
没一会单翎握住手机走回了房间,看到安云灏已经坐了起来问道:“醒啦?头疼么?昨天喝了不少呢。。”
“不疼,刚刚谁的电话啊?”安云灏问道。
“一大早的推销电话,把你吵醒了吧。。这些人真是的!”单翎把手机放到床头柜上说道,“云灏,我从来不知道有人喝醉了是这种学霸式的耍酒疯!”
安云灏微笑着看着单翎,“我昨天做什么了?”
“你用英文写了《哈姆雷特》,演算了数学各种公式,还给我念诗。。。。”单翎把一边的保温杯递给安云灏,“我泡了茶,喝点吧。。你知道你用英文给我念了一首什么诗么?”
“I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself
But for what
You are making of me
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out,
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch
Witho... -->>
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