英语美文：You are my happiness 你才是我的幸福

英语美文：

You are my happiness

你才是我

的幸福

英语美文：

You are my happiness

你才是我的幸福

She was dancing. My crippled grandmother was dancing. I

stood in the living room doorway absolutely stunned. I glanced

at the kitchen table and sure enough-right under a small, framed

drawing on the wall-was a freshly baked peach pie.

I heard her sing when I opened the door but did not want to

interrupt

the

beautiful

song

by

yelling

I

had

arrived,

so

I

just

tiptoed

to

the

living

room.

I

looked

at

how

her

still-lean

body

bent beautifully, her arms greeting the sunlight that was pouring

through the window. And her legs... Those legs that had stiffly

walked,

aided

with

a

cane,

insensible

shoes

as

long

as

I

could

remember.

Now

she

was

wearing

beautiful

dancing

shoes

and

her

legs

obeyed

her

perfectly.

No

limping.

No

stiffness.

Just

beautiful,

fluid

motion.

She

was

the

pet

of

the

dancing

world.

And then she

’

d had her accident and it was all over. I had read

that in an old newspaper clipping.

She turned around in a slow pirouette and saw me standing

in the doorway.

Her song ended, and her beautiful

movements

with it, so abruptly that it felt like being shaken awake from a

beautiful dream. The sudden silence rang in my ears. Grandma

looked so much like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar

that

I

couldn

’

t

help

myself,

and

a

slightly

nervous

laughter

escaped.

Grandma

sighed

and

turned

towards

the

kitchen.

I

followed her, not believing my eyes. She was walking with no

difficulties in her beautiful shoes. We sat down by the table and

cut ourselves big pieces of her delicious peach pie.

“So...” I blurted, “How did your leg heal?”

“To tell you the truth—my legs have been well all my life,”

she said.

“But I don

’

t

understand!” I said, “Your dancing career... I

mean... You pretended all these years?

“Very much so,” Grandmother closed her eyes and savored

the peach pie, “And for a very good reason.”

“What reason?”

“Your grandfather.”

“You mean he told you not to dance?”

“No, this was my choice. I am sure I would have lost him if

I had continued dancing. I weighed fame and love against each

other and love won.”