大学生X文盲（英文）

I'm a man. Unfortunately, I also fell in love with a man. It was in 1959, and I was only 24 years old. I was in the prime of my life. The person I fell in love with was 22 years old. He was two years younger than me. He was the most brilliant and beautiful age. Today, I saw him in the field again. He is really good-looking, but I am a layman and can not say how beautiful words, but he is really good-looking. His dark eyes, clean sword eyebrows, and affectionate eyes all happened to grow in my heart, as if he was born for me. I went back to my house, which was not home. I have no family because my parents and brother and sister died in that war. Perhaps I was born a cold-blooded animal, but after I knew the news of their death, I did not shed a tear. After burying them in the soil, I went home. But when I got home, I used to call my mother to cook, and later I realized that they were dead. When I woke up the next day, my eyes were swollen and painful, because I dreamt about them again last night. I didn't want to cry either. What's a man crying about. I obviously suppressed my tears, but I don't know why my eyes still hurt and my pillow towel is wet. He saw me and asked me why my eyes were so swollen. After I answered him, he helped me as usual. I told him I was flattered, and he smiled and corrected me. I made a big red face. I must have been ugly at that time. I blushed like a red ass. I'm a fool. I've only been reading for six years. What idioms do I say! Casually, he came out of college. He is a cultural man and the pride of the whole village. But he didn't go to work, and ran home to farm. Everyone called him stupid, and I saw that he had no hesitation. I look plain, so I feel guilty when I love him. Although Liu Cuihua has praised me for my beauty, I also know that it is a scene, because Liu Cuihua is my sister-in-law. After a few years, he confessed to me. In fact, I don't know why he liked me, but I still dated him. After our intercourse, we can only hold hands in many grass places, or touch each other's faces. No further actions have been done. If it is a pearl, it will not be covered with dust. Not long after that, his academic background was favored by the masters of the government, who invited him to be the housekeeper of the family. We were overjoyed and held hands in the street. At that time, we were buying candied haws. A seemingly six-year-old child screamed and pointed at our clenched hands. The neighbor also pointed out our usual abnormalities: two big men lived in the same room, one aged 29 and the other aged 27, and they were not married. There must be something fishy. People chased us with brooms and threw rotten eggs and rotten vegetables at us. He held me in his arms. When people saw his actions, the attack became more fierce. They went to my house and burned my things and his things. My shabby and shabby house collapsed when it could not withstand the fierce attack. His parents burned all his things and expelled him from the genealogy. They threatened to sever their ties and beat him every time they saw him. He is a brilliant student and the pride of the whole village. He was cursed by all people because of his association with me. I said to him, "it's all my fault. It's all my fault." he retorted: "I don't blame you. It's their fault." We were forced to kneel down in the temple, which was called "let the Bodhisattva purify our thoughts". There is a sign hanging around our neck, which reads with our blood: "I'm gay, I'm guilty, I'm disgusted", kowtowing to every passer-by. Because he is a talented student, people have a sense of inexplicable awe for him. So people spit on me and throw all dirty things on me. He hugged me tightly and didn't hurt me. A child hit a brick on the side of the road and hit my leg. It really hurts, but it is not as painful as my heart. We knelt on the street for many days. He was dead. He died in people's vicious attacks and ugly words. He still hugged me before he died. I think I dragged him down and was encouraged to cut his wrist with a knife. I slowly fell in the pool of bright red blood. I was not willing to die here, and I was glad to die with him. The second before I died, I didn't know what my sin was. I just loved a man, who happened to be a man. I don't know why people scold us, beat us, say we are sick, and why the Police ignore our help. Just like them, I fell in love with someone and wanted to marry him and have children.

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