英语美文：Love is a telephone 爱情是部电话机
爱情是一部电话，渴望它响起时，它却总是悄无声息；不经心留意时，它又叮铃铃的响起。因此，我们经常错过另一端传来的温馨的甜蜜。
爱情这部电话机，第一次使用，会令你紧张，激动不已，不是倒拿了电话筒，就是拨错了号码。等你不再紧张激动的时候，往往不知道该给谁打电话为好。
love is a telephone which always keeps silent when you are longing for a call, but rings when you are not ready for it. as a result, we often miss the sweetness from the other end.
love is a telephone which is seldom program-controlled or directly dialed. you cannot get an immediate answer by a mere "hello", let alone go deep into your lover's heart by one call. usually it had to be relayed by an operator, and you have to be patient in waiting. destiny is the operator of this phone, who is always irresponsible and fond of laying practical jokes to which she may make you a lifelong victim intentionally or unintentionally.
love is a telephone which is always busy, when you are ready to die for love, you only find, to your disappointment, the line is already occupied by someone else, and you are greeted only by a busy line. this is an eternal regret handed down from generation to generation and you are only one of those who languish for followers.
love is telephone, but it is difficult to seize the center time for dialing, and you will let slip the opportunity if your call is either too early or too late.
love is a telephone which is not always associated with happiness. honeyed words are transmitted by sound waves, but when the lovers are brought together, the phone servers no purpose that many lovers observe that marriage is the doom of love.
love is a telephone which, when you use it for the first time, makes you so nervous and excited that you either hold the receiver upside down or dial the wrong number. by the time you've calmed down, you will beat a loss to whom you should make the call.
love is a telephone which often has crossed lines. and this usually happens to you unexpectedly. your time will either cross or be crossed. both cases are refereed to as "triangle". fortunately, all such occurrences are transient.
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