it i cold, o bitter cold, on thi dark, winter day in 1942. but it i no different from any other day in thi nazi concentration camp. i tand hivering in my thin rag, till in dibelief that thi nightmare i happening. i am jut a young boy. i hould be playing with friend; i hould be going to chool; i hould be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. but thoe dream are for the living, and i am no longer one of them. intead, i am almot dead, urviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever ince i wa taken from my home and brought here with ten of thouand other jew. will i till be alive tomorrow? will i be taken to the ga chamber tonight?
back and forth i walk net to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. i am hungry, but i have been hungry for longer than i want to remember. i am alway hungry. edible food eem like a dream. each day a more of u diappear, the happy pat eem like a mere dream, and i ink deeper and deeper into depair. uddenly, i notice a young girl walking pat on the other ide of the barbed wire. he top and look at me with ad eye, eye that eem to ay that he undertand, that he, too, cannot fathom why i am here. i want to look away, oddly ahamed for thi tranger to ee me like thi, but i cannot tear my eye from her.
then he reache into her pocket, and pull out a red apple. a beautiful, hiny red apple. oh, how long ha it been ince i have een one! he look cautiouly to the left and to the right, and then with a mile of triumph, quickly throw the apple over the fence. i run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen finger. in my world of death, thi apple i an epreion of life, of love. i glance up in time to ee the girl diappearing into the ditance.the net day, i cannot help myelf-i am drawn at the ame time to that pot near the fence. am i crazy for hoping he will come again? of coure. but in here, i cling to any tiny crap of hope. he ha given me hope and i mut hold tightly to it.and again, he come. and again, he bring me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that ame weet mile.thi time i catch it, and hold it up for her to ee. her eye twinkle. doe he pity me? perhap. i do not care, though. i am jut o happy to gaze at her. and for the firt time in o long, i feel my heart move with emotion.[由好作文www.hAOzuowEn.com整理]
for even month, we meet like thi. ometime we echange a few word. ometime, jut an apple. but he i feeding more than my belly, thi angel from heaven. he i feeding my oul. and omehow, i know i am feeding her a well.one day, i hear frightening new: we are being hipped to another camp. thi could mean the end for me. and it definitely mean the end for me and my friend.the net day when i greet her, my heart i breaking, and i can barely peak a i ay what mut be aid: "do not bring me an apple tomorrow," i tell her. "i am being ent to another camp. we will never ee each other again." turning before i loe all control, i run away from the fence. i cannot bear to look back. if i did, i know he would ee me tanding there, with tear treaming down my face.month pa and the nightmare continue. but the memory of thi girl utain me through the terror, the pain, the hopelene. over and over in my mind, i ee her face, her kind eye, i hear her gentle word, i tate thoe apple.
and then one day, jut like that, the nightmare i over. the war ha ended. thoe of u who are till alive are freed. i have lot everything that wa preciou to me, including my family. but i till have the memory of thi girl, a memory i carry in my heart and give me the will to go on a i move to america to tart a new life.year pa. it i 1957. i am living in new york city. a friend convince me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of hi. reluctantly, i agree. but he i nice, thi woman named roma. and like me, he i an immigrant, o we have at leat that in common."where were you during the war?" roma ak me gently, in that delicate way immigrant ak one another quetion thoe year."i wa in a concentration camp in germany," i reply.roma get a far away look in her eye, a if he i remembering omething painful yet weet."what i it?" i ak.
"i am jut thinking omething from my pat, herman," roma eplain in a voice uddenly very oft. "you ee, when i wa a young girl, i lived near a concentration camp. there wa a boy there, a prioner, and for a long while, i ued to viit him every day. i remember i ued to bring him apple. i would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be o happy."
roma igh heavily and continue. "it i hard to decribe how we felt each other-after all, we were young, and we only echanged a few word when we could-but i can tell you, there wa much love there. i aume he wa killed like o many other. but i cannot bear to think that, and o i try to remember him a he wa for thoe month we were given together."
with my heart pounding o loudly i think it wil1 eplode, i look directly at roma and ak, "and did that boy ay to you one day, do not bring me an apple tomorrow. i am being ent to another camp?""why, ye," roma repond, her voice trembling."but, herman, how on earth could you poibly know that?"i take her hand in mine and anwer, "becaue i wa that young boy, roma."for many moment, there i only ilence. we cannot take our eye from each other, and a the veil of time lift, we recognize the oul behind the eye, the dear friend we once loved o much, whom we have never topped loving, whom we have never topped remembering.
finally, i peak: "look, roma, i wa eparated from you once, and i dont ever want to be eparated from you again. now, i am free, and i want to be together with you forever. dear, will you marry me?"
i ee that ame twinkle in her eye that i ued to ee a roma ay, "ye, i will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to hare for o many month, but barbed wire came between u. now, nothing ever will again.
almot forty year have paed ince that day when i found my roma again. detiny brought u together the firt time during the war to how me a promie of hope and now it had reunited u to fulfill that promie.
valentine day, 1996. i bring roma to the oprah winfrey how to honor her on national televiion. i want to tell her infront of million of people what i feel in my heart every day:
"darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when i wa hungry. and i am till hungry, for omething i will never get enough of: i am only hungry for your love."