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爱与人生四季恋歌 　　SPRING 　　It’s Saturday morning, and she knows it is for sure because last night while her mother was getting her ready for bed she kept asking a whole lot of times until Mommy stopped reading the story and looked up at the ceiling so far that her eyes disappeared inside her head. Then she 1)squinched her mouth real tight and said one-word-at-a-time, “Oh, yessss. Tomorrow ... is ... Saturday.” 　　Saturday. The only day she wakes up all by herself and doesn’t have to hurry up and get dressed, because there’s nowhere she has to go. No school. No church. And guess what? Daddy doesn’t go to work, and she gets to have him all to herself because Mommy always stays in bed till almost lunch time on Saturdays. 　　Pretty soon the best smell will float up the stairs, and she’ll tiptoe down to the kitchen and Daddy will be sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading a book. Quieter than a mouse, she’ll sneak up behind him, cover his eyes and say, “Guess whoooo?” and he’ll make a whole lot of wrong guesses before he gives up and acts so surprised that it’s her. Then they’ll sit together for the rest of the morning drinking coffee and eating donuts, reading 2)Winnie the Pooh, telling knock-knock jokes, and talking about all kinds of stuff. 　　 　　SUMMER 　　“So, would you like to go for coffee or something?” 　　“Or something?” she answers 3)flirtatiously, trying her best to sound 4)sultry and sexy like 5)Cher Bono, but sounding instead like Mama 6)Smurf. 　　“That would be ... uh ... good too,” he replies with a slow motion wink and the sexiest smile she’s ever seen in her life. They both laugh and then stare at each other for a thousand years before he continues, “Listen, there’s a poetry reading tonight at the 7)Quad. Want to go? The coffee’s outstanding.” 　　“And the poetry?” she asks, opting for her own voice this time. 　　By the time the poetry reading is over she knows he’s a vegetarian who can’t stand 8)ketchup on anything ever, he isn’t quite so shy once h