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/> 从那天起，每当妈妈为她写完一封信，那个女人便自己签名，这时她脸上便会浮现出灿烂的笑容。
One day she came to us，and mum instantly knew what had happened.All hope had disappeared from her eyes.They stood hand in hand for a long time without saying a word，then mum said，“There are certain things in life so great that we cannot comprehend them.”When mum came back home，she couldn‘t get the red-haired boy out of her mind.
有一天，当她又来到我们家的时候，妈妈立刻意识到发生了什么。所有希望都从她的眼中消失了。她们手握着手，伫立了许久都没有说一句话。后来妈妈开了口：“生活中总会有一些大事是我们无法理解的。”回家后，那个红头发的男孩让妈妈念念不忘。
After the war was over，mum put away the pen and paper.“Finito，”she said.But she was wrong.The women who had come to her for help in writing to their sons now came to her with letters from their relatives in Italy.
On one occasion，mum admitted that she had always had a secret dream of writing a novel.Why didn’t she？I asked.
“All people in this world are here with one particular purpose，”she said.“Apparently，mine is to write letters.”She tried to explain why it absorbed her so：
战争结束后，妈妈便把那些笔和纸束之高阁。“结束了”，她说。可是她错了。那些曾经过来找她帮忙为儿子写信的女人们，现在又带着意大利亲戚的来信来找她了。
偶然有一次，妈妈透露说她一直有一个不为人所知的梦，就是写本小说。为什么不呢？我问道。
“天生我材必有用，”她说道，“显然，我的使命就是写信。”她试图解释为什么热衷于写信：
“A Letter unites people like nothing else，it can make them cry，it can make them laugh.There is no caress more lovely and warm th******ove letter，because it makes the world seem very small，and both sender and receiver become like kings in their own kingdoms.My dear，a letter is life itself！”
Today all mum‘s letters are lost.But those who got them still talk about her and cherish the memory of he r letters in their hearts.
“信是一种联系人们感情的独特方式。它让人流泪，也让人欢笑。充满爱的一封信是最美好和温馨不过的，它让这世界显得非常渺小，而写信人和收信人就像是主宰了自己那个国度的国王。我的天啊，信是有生命的！”
如今妈妈写的信都不见了踪影，但那些让她帮写过信的人仍在谈论着她，并在她们的心中珍藏着她写信的回忆。（未完待续）
/> 从那天起，每当妈妈为她写完一封信，那个女人便自己签名，这时她脸上便会浮现出灿烂的笑容。
One day she came to us，and mum instantly knew what had happened.All hope had disappeared from her eyes.They stood hand in hand for a long time without saying a word，then mum said，“There are certain things in life so great that we cannot comprehend them.”When mum came back home，she couldn‘t get the red-haired boy out of her mind.
有一天，当她又来到我们家的时候，妈妈立刻意识到发生了什么。所有希望都从她的眼中消失了。她们手握着手，伫立了许久都没有说一句话。后来妈妈开了口：“生活中总会有一些大事是我们无法理解的。”回家后，那个红头发的男孩让妈妈念念不忘。
After the war was over，mum put away the pen and paper.“Finito，”she said.But she was wrong.The women who had come to her for help in writing to their sons now came to her with letters from their relatives in Italy.
On one occasion，mum admitted that she had always had a secret dream of writing a novel.Why didn’t she？I asked.
“All people in this world are here with one particular purpose，”she said.“Apparently，mine is to write letters.”She tried to explain why it absorbed her so：
战争结束后，妈妈便把那些笔和纸束之高阁。“结束了”，她说。可是她错了。那些曾经过来找她帮忙为儿子写信的女人们，现在又带着意大利亲戚的来信来找她了。
偶然有一次，妈妈透露说她一直有一个不为人所知的梦，就是写本小说。为什么不呢？我问道。
“天生我材必有用，”她说道，“显然，我的使命就是写信。”她试图解释为什么热衷于写信：
“A Letter unites people like nothing else，it can make them cry，it can make them laugh.There is no caress more lovely and warm th******ove letter，because it makes the world seem very small，and both sender and receiver become like kings in their own kingdoms.My dear，a letter is life itself！”
Today all mum‘s letters are lost.But those who got them still talk about her and cherish the memory of he r letters in their hearts.
“信是一种联系人们感情的独特方式。它让人流泪，也让人欢笑。充满爱的一封信是最美好和温馨不过的，它让这世界显得非常渺小，而写信人和收信人就像是主宰了自己那个国度的国王。我的天啊，信是有生命的！”
如今妈妈写的信都不见了踪影，但那些让她帮写过信的人仍在谈论着她，并在她们的心中珍藏着她写信的回忆。（未完待续）