【绿队】【美坛蓝绿绑架争霸】Country Road VS Walking Trail

既聪明有淘气的陶陶三用花式手段绑架了我们的美凤班主。是可忍，孰不可忍？今天必须把他绑架起来。

大家一定记得他花言巧语，谦称自己为小麻雀唱了一首Country Road。我来一篇Walking Trail。

Walking down a trail along a river
With my dear daughter
When we started to talk about her papa
She asked how we fell in love 
"Any romanitic stories?"
My face blushed with a shy smile up
"oh dear, that was long time ago when we were in college"

We first met on a train ride going home from school for summer break
I sat together with my friend on a two-person’s couch
Your daddy sat with his friend on the other seat across the folding table between us
We realized we were from same college but in different department after a few chats.
Four of us played poker and I was teamed  with your dad
The other boy brought a watermelon and shared with us kindly
The time was flying and the train arrived at the station before we noticed.
We said good bye without even knowing each other's  name
 
We met the second time  on a road lined up with big WuTong trees on a spring day of March
I was walking alone after classes to a Cafeteria for Lunch
"Hey, LaoXiang" a voice came behind me suddenly
I turned back with a puzzled face, wondering: "Who are this guy? Is he calling me?”
"Don't you remember me?  We met on the train, playing poke" he explained eagerly
I looked at him and recollected his small but smiling eyes
 
Later, we met again and again in a cafeteria-changed ballroom at the nights of some weekends
Social dance was quite popular at that time in campus
I sucked at dancing, but your daddy was good at  dance
When we danced together, the melody flew into my heart
My heart beat like a drum, like a drum
your daddy looked so charming and so cool
And he didn't mind I kept on stepping on his foot, on his foot
 
“Daughter, Do you know why your daddy wanted a  girl like you?”
 “He dreamed to dance with her daughter and hopping no stepping on his foot”
 
 
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陶陶三's Country Road: Walking down a country road
With my dear Mama
When we started to talk about
My Papa
I asked how they fall in love
"Any romantic part?"
Mama's face flushed
With a shy smile up
She said Papa loved playing the flute
And "so far so good."
Often sitting in the attic with dove
Flew the melody into her heart