Taste of Spring Essay Samples

Taste of Spring

... to add her. What a coincidence to have someone that was as lonely as me on such a special night! Wasn¡¯t it a good thing to share each other¡¯s solitude? ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°What will she respond when she receives my first greeting, keep silent or feel thankful for my fast reply?¡± I imagined what it would happen while waiting for her reaction. However, after seeing the words on the screen, I was more than faint. ¡°Who are you?¡± ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡How come she responded like this? I was too angry to stay calm. So I chose to answer her question in a more unexpected way. ¡°I¡¯m God¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°Don¡¯t you know who I am?¡± Added I. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I just send my QQ number to coffee, but your nickname isn¡¯t coffee.¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡The way she felt puzzled made me suspect her intelligence. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°Really? Once my nickname on the forum of foreign language salon was romantic sky.¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°But I only send my QQ number to coffee.¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I¡¯m not coffee. Aren¡¯t you afraid? What if I am a ghost?¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡I wanted to scare her and see what she would respond. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I am not afraid, because you can speak out foreign language salon. That means we are from the same place.¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡I felt I was talking with a little girl who was lovely and a little bit childish. What¡¯s interesting was that I, without being asked, started to explain why I seldom told others my QQ number and how I didn¡¯t like talking. When a talk was inevitable, I would choose to leave messages on the forum due to the reason that my spare time was rare. She seemed to have comprehended what I meant and commenced to expatiate how and why she applied this QQ number. Tired of wandering on the forum, she felt it a must to have a chat with someone. What a coincidence, I happened to be online at this time. She, out of curiosity, wanted to make the acquaintance of me. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Seeing me insist that I was not coffee, she asked me to show her my works published on foreign language salon: she just wanted to prove who I was in a short way. I didn¡¯t do as she requested, after all I was fond of playing jokes. ¡°I wrote nothing.¡± I denied. She became more and more confused. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°In fact what¡¯s important is not who I am but that I am here with you at this moment.¡± I found on this romantic night, we had nothing but loneliness around us. Perhaps in another corner there were the same two as us meeting each other by chance and sharing the different Valentine¡¯s Day. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡She smiled but said nothing. Obviously there was heaviness in her smile, which gave me the feeling of the heavy atmosphere. But when I saw her reply appear on the screen I felt relaxed. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I only send my QQ number to my leader and coffee, so¡­¡­¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°So what?¡± She still behaved in a humorous and naughty manner. ¡°You know I am a hacker, aren¡¯t you afraid of me?¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I¡­¡­I¡­..am so scared.¡± She pretended to be fearful, making her mischief more apparent. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°What are you doing now?¡± Asked she with curiosity. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°Cooking. Nobody cooks me supper. How poor I am!¡± Answered I naturally. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I have something eatable, do you want it?¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°Of course.¡± I answered without thinking. ¡°But, how can I receive your goodness?¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I have sent it out, so it¡¯s none of my business whether you can receive it.¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°What? You are not honest.¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°It¡¯s you who are not honest, not me. A little bit bitter coffee¡­¡­¡± She was convinced that I was the right person. ¡¡¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I¡¯m not coffee.¡± I denied it again. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡°Then¡­¡­I really¡­¡­meet ghost.¡± I couldn¡¯t help laughing out because of her mischief. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°Ghost? Don¡¯t you see God is with you?¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°God? He must be jealous of us. We can die to escape, but he can¡¯t.¡± ¡°This is her reply? Unbelievable.¡± This was the first time that I knew the difference between God and we human beings. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°At home? Why are you still lingering on the internet late at night?¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I¡¯m in the office.¡± ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡We talked on and on so that I forgot who I was pretending and she forgot what her original question was. Obviously she had known that I was coffee, the one to whom she had sent her QQ number. While waiting for her reply, I seemed to be thinking, but I didn¡¯t know what I was thinking about. Suddenly she said ¡°thank you¡± to me, which I felt included many meanings: there was choicelessness and emotional sighs in it. In order to break the instantaneous silence, I asked her how much she thanked me. She didn¡¯t answer but asked me another question, ¡°Why do you spend Valentine¡¯s Day all by yourself?¡± I made no reply either, instead, I sent her almost all the QQ icons that stood for gifts. Was I pretending not to have unnamed loneliness? I couldn¡¯t tell. Reason unknown, I even sent her a rose. ¡°I dislike roses.¡± It¡¯s unbelievable that in the world there was a girl who showed no interest in roses, flowers representing love. Was her flower of love fading? Or her love rose had been broken into pieces in her memory? I didn¡¯t ask more, because I was afraid that she would also excavate the weakest part in my heart. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I¡¯m introducing you to another net friend, may I tell him your QQ number?¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I hate talking. It¡¯s meaningless to talk too long. But if it is just a greeting, it doesn¡¯t matter.¡± ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°HaHa, now, I am safe.¡± Surprisingly, she wasted no chance to laugh at me. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Time slipped away before i realised it and it's been the most romantic 3 hours I'd ever had. On that cold Valentine's night of 2005, the two lonely hearts for the first time felt the warmth deep down inside each other and the homeless souls found the peaceful harbor away from storm. How i hoped that she felt the same way I did, cause I'd been long fed up with the endless pain waiting in the dark.a And how I hoped that she could even for a while ignore her loneliness at that blessed moment, cause god blesses us both. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡°I¡¯m going to knock off, will you open your QQ tomorrow?¡± ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡She became so serious. I could feel her heart¡¯s expecting but I was so scared that I couldn¡¯t give her a positive answer. I was afraid of breaking my word, perhaps I couldn¡¯t face up to the problem that I had been escaping. My unspeakable panic urged me to find many excuses to decline her: I disliked chatting, and what¡¯s more, every day I had too many things to do, such as managing the forum, playing games, thinking how to attract more visitors, etc. As late i...

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