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1、【英文文学】My Chinese MarriageI IN AMERICAI saw Chan-King Liang for the first time on a certain Monday morning in October. It was the opening day of college, and the preceding week had been filled with the excitement incidental to the arrival of many students in a small town given over to family life. Ev
2、ery household possessed of a spare room was impressed with the fact that good citizenship demanded that it harbour a student. Therefore, when I saw trunks and boxes and bags being tumbled upon the front porch of our next-door neighbour, I said to Mother, Mrs. James has succumbed!Pg 4 and set out for
3、 my first class with Celia, an old friend.As we crossed the campus, we noticed a group of boys, gathered on the steps of College Hall and talking among themselves. Celia turned to me. Do you see the one with very black hair, his face turned away a littlethe one in the grey suit, Margaret? Well, that
4、 is the new Chinese student, and the boys all say he is a wonder. My cousin knew him last year in Chicago, where he was a freshman. Going in for international law and political scienceimagine!I turned and glanced with a faint interest at the foreign student, on whose black hair the sun was shining.
5、My first impression was of a very young, smiling lad. Looks well enough, I said rather ungraciously, and we passed on.I was a busy student, eagerly beginning my freshman years work, and I thought no more of the young Chinese. But aPg 5 day or so later I discovered him to be the owner of those trunks
6、 and bags I had seen assembled on Mrs. Jamess porch. Chan-King was my next-door neighbour.We were never introduced to each other, as it happened, and, though we shared studies in German and French, we did not exchange a word for some time. Later I found myself admiring his feat of learning two forei
7、gn languages through the medium of English, a third, and doing it so very well. At the same time, though I was not then aware of the fact, he was also admiring me for proficiency in these subjects, in which I was working hard, because I intended to teach languages.The progress of my interest in him
8、was gradual and founded on a sense of his complete remoteness, an utter failure to regard him as a human being like the rest of us. He was the first of his race I had ever seen. But finally we spoke to one another by some chance, and, afterPg 6 that, it seemed unnecessary to refuse to walk to class
9、with him on a certain morning when we came out of our houses at the same moment.We parted at College Hall door with an exchange of informal little nods. I was happily impressed, but my impulse to friendship suffered a quick reaction from all that Chan-King was, when viewed against the background of
10、his race as I saw it. I had no intention whatever of continuing our association.Naturally, Chan-King knew nothing of this. I think I was probably a trifle more courteous to him than was necessary. I remember being uneasy for fear of wounding him by some thoughtless remark that would reveal my true s
11、tate of mind about China. I lost sight of the race in the individual. I even pretended not to notice that he was waiting for me morning after morning when I emerged, always a trifle late, hurryingPg 7 to classes. By the close of the first semester, we were making the trip together almost daily as a
12、matter of course.He was gay and friendly, with a sort of frank joyousness that was his own special endowment for living. I enjoyed his companionship, his talk, his splendid spirit. His cheerfulness was a continual stimulant to my moody, introspective, static temperament. I used to study his face, wh
13、ich in repose had the true Oriental impassivitya stillness that suggested an inner silence or brooding. But this mood was rare in those days, and I remember best his laughter, his shining eyes that never missed the merriment to be had from the days routine events.For a while we were merely two very
14、conventional young students walking sedately together, talking with eagerness on what now seem amusingly sober and carefully chosen subjects. We were both determined to be dignified and impersonal.Pg 8 I was nineteen, and Chan-King was two years older.Finally, Chan-King asked to call and he appeared
15、 at the door that evening, laden with an enormous, irregular package, a collection of treasures that he thought might interest us. We all gathered about the library table, where he spread a flaming array of embroidered silks, carved ivory and sandalwood and curious little images in bronze and blackw
16、ood. They gave out a delicious fragrance, spicy and warm and sweet, with a bitter tang to it, a mingling of oils and lacquers and dust of incense.He was very proud of half a dozen neckties his mother had made him, patterned carefully after the American one he had sent her as a souvenir. She sews a great deal, and everything she does is beautiful, he said, stroking one of the ties, fashioned of wine-coloured silk and em
