Natsume Shushi (なつめ そうせき, February 9, 1867 – December 9, 1916) was a famous Japanese writer. The first edition of his novel Heart was published in 1914, but a hundred years later, it is still one of the ten favorite novels of young people. The young people in the story are entangled in the bitterness between love and friendship, and in the 21st century, they still torture people's souls.
One day I entered the school library after a long absence. I was looking at a new foreign magazine here and there repeatedly while receiving the ray which saw from the window in the corner of a wide desk in half a body. My homeroom teacher ordered me to look into what's in the next week regarding my major. However, I had to resort the magazine twice because I was not able to find the necessary thing easily. Finally, I finally searched out the papers I needed and read them out with all my heart. Then, there is something which suddenly calls my name in a small voice from the other side of a wide desk. I suddenly looked up and saw K standing there. K folded his upper body over the desk and attached his face to me. I had a kind of strange mind only at that time though this work of K was usual that anyone did because it did not go because it talked in a loud voice which might become other people's islands as consented.
I asked if K studied in a low voice. I replied that there was something to look into. Still k still doesn't speak that face from me. It is not said that it strolls together in the same low tone. I replied that I could wait a little. He sat down in the empty seat in front of me at once, waiting. Then I was distracted and suddenly couldn't read the magazine. There is one thing in k's chest somehow, and it seems to have come to the discussion and there is no help for it. I was forced to face down the magazine I had been reading and tried to stand up. K asks if he's settled down and has already finished. I went out of K and the library with the roughness changing it, sticking that it did not matter.
One day, I walked into the school library and sat in a corner of a long table, bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window, and constantly flipping through the newly arrived foreign magazines. The instructor asked me to come and consult the professional information related to next week. But I couldn't find what I was going to look up, so I borrowed it several times. In the end, I finally found the paper I needed and read it intently. Suddenly someone whispered my name across the long table. I looked up and it turned out to be K standing there. He leaned over the table and brought his face closer to me. As we all know, goldman sachs cannot talk and hinder others in the library. K's approach would have been extremely common, and everyone would have done so. However, I was very surprised at that time.
K whispered to me if I was studying? I said I'd look up something. But his face did not leave me, and he still whispered that we should go for a walk. I replied that it would take a while. He said I'll wait for you and just sit down in the empty seat in front of me. Suddenly my spirit could no longer concentrate, and I couldn't read the magazine. Somehow, I always felt that K had something in mind and had come to negotiate with me. I had to put the unfinished magazine upside down on the table, and was about to stand up, when K asked very calmly, have you finished reading? I replied that it didn't matter. He returned the magazine and went out of the library with K.
The selected and Japanese content in this section is from "Japanese Morning Reading American Text" (Editor: Zhu Ran, China Aerospace Publishing House, January 2017 edition). Chinese content has been slightly changed.
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