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We may look at the world around us ,but somehow we manage not to see it until whatever it is we have become accustomed to suddenly disappears, my experierce is good example,that cute girl i used to see or look at on my coffe shop.For past month, no matter what the weather, she was always going to here at the same time and sitting at the same seat ,doing same thing and drink same drink.day in and day out..Sometimes she dressed good looking but sometimes dressed casually.,She exuded an air of young and charming. Of course i remembered all this only after she vanished, It was the i realized how much i counted on seeing her each day. You might say i missed her.Naturally, i had fantasies about her disappearance.A ccident? Something worse ? Now that she was gone ,I felt i had known her .and maybe crazy about her..I began to realize that a significant part of our daily life consists of such encounters with familiar strangers:the power alker you see every afternoon at three o’clock it she woman who regularly walks her pet dog at the crack of dawn .it he dapper twin brothers you see at the library. Such people are important markers in the landscape of our lives, They add weight to our sense of place and belongings. Think about it .if while walking to work ,we mark where we are by passing a ceetain building ,why should we not mark where we are when we pass a familiar.though unnamed person? I still remember,when i studied in high school. Everyday i went o school by bus ,many people will waiting in the same bus station with me and take the same bus ,then go off same station,day after day. Athough we never talk to eath other ,i thinked we had a sense of presence to each other. So every day when i went on the bus i felt the bus is familiar and amiable.i am not alone.After all, if part pf being a tourist is seeing nothing and no one familiar to you ,then can we not say that seeing the familiar jogger or shopper is part of what makes us citizens of our community. This is one thing an immigrant longs for ,i suppose :the sight of the familiar stranger: the shopkeeper who nods to you ,the bus driver who drives you to school each day. Sometimes i wonder:if everyone is the most familiar stranger to someone？perhaps me too. A shopper at the supermarket sees me there every Saturday without really nothing my presence ,or maybe someone at the drugstore counter where i have breakfast would notice if i stopped showing up.Just because we can see them every day ,so every time we want to say hello to them but end up with say anything .we always think we will meet next time.finally we got nothing .That girl why you vanished ,i knowed nothing about you .you became my big misery and pity .i don not know if we will meet oneday but i hope so. That girl , i missing you when i missed you.继续@hushi1442 13楼 继续-----------------------------会的
