In the middle of my novel class, I paused and asked my class, “ What is the opposite(对立面)of love?”“Hate!” they 1 altogether.Confident(自信的)about their answer, they said it immediately, loudly, and cheerfully.
I looked 2 and signed silently and thought,“Maybe it’s only because they are 3 .”Then I put down my book and said to my class,“Let us put it this way.Suppose(假设)you were once in love, but then you 4 with your boyfriend or girlfriend.Fifty years later you’re seventy.And one day when you are taking a walk, you two 5 each other.He or she stares at you and says,“I hate you!”
There is another scene far sadder, the one in which you two meet each other and you ask,“Do you remember me?” But he or she just looks at you, confused,“Yeah, you look a little 6 , and what’s your name please?”With this, the whole class 7 laughter, maybe because they thought the scene was too 8 and too embarrassing(令人难看的).
“ 9 , the opposite of love is not hate but indifference(冷淡),”I told them.
After all the laughter, did they understand my words?Because they are too young, how could they tell clearly 10 is love?