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It was a dark and cold winter in 1942, which was no different from other days in Nazi concentration camps. I still couldn't believe this nightmare in the shivering winter wrapped in rags. I'm just a young boy. I should play with my friends, go to school together, look forward to a bright future, grow up, get married and have a family that belongs to me. However, for all this, those are just dreams, and I no longer yearn for them. On the contrary, I am about to die. Since I was brought here from my hometown, I have lived every moment of every day. Will I be alive tomorrow? Will you be taken into the gas chamber tonight?

I walked back and forth near the barbed wire, trying to warm my thin body. I'm so hungry that I can't remember when I felt hungry. What you can eat seems to be just a dream. Every day, with the decrease of our number, those happy times in the past seem to be just a dream, so I fall into deeper and deeper despair. Suddenly, I noticed a young girl walking through the other end of the barbed wire. She stopped and looked at me with sad eyes. She seems to want to tell me that she understands my situation, but she doesn't know why I'm here. I want to look elsewhere. She looked at me like this, which made me feel a sense of shame, but I couldn't take my eyes away. Just then, she reached into her pocket and took out a red apple, a beautiful apple with red light. Ah, long time no see! She looked around warily, then threw the apple over the barbed wire with a triumphant smile. I ran to inoculate the apple and held it tightly with trembling hands. In my dead world, this apple conveys life and love. I looked up at the girl disappearing into the distance.

The next day, I couldn't help myself. At the same time, I came to a place near the fence. I'm crazy. Do you want her to appear again? Of course, right here, I must seize any tiny hope, because she gave me hope, so I must firmly seize it.

She really came again, brought me another apple and threw it over the barbed wire with a smile.

This time, I caught the apple and held it up so that the girl could see it. Her eyes are flashing. Is she sympathetic to me? Maybe, but I'm not sure. I just think it's nice to look at her like this. For the first time, the time is so long that I can feel my heart's passion ups and downs.

For more than seven months, this is how we met. Sometimes, we also talk a few words; Sometimes, it is just an apple. However, she gave me more than my stomach, but she was an angel from heaven. She nourished my soul. But somehow, I think I'm nourishing her, too.

One day, I heard a terrible news: we will be transported to another concentration camp. For me, this will be an end, obviously, for me and my friends.

The next day, when I greeted her again, my heart was almost broken. I really don't want to say anything, but I have to say, "Don't give me any more apples tomorrow," I told her. "I will be sent to another concentration camp and we will never meet again." Before I could control myself, I immediately turned and ran away from the barbed wire. I can't turn back. If I did, I knew she would see me standing there with tears on my face.

Countless months have passed, and the nightmare continues. However, the memory of that girl supported me through those horrors, pains and despair. Time and again, in my memory, I saw her face, her kind eyes, heard her gentle voice and tasted those apples.

However, on that day, the nightmare was over. The war is over. We who are still alive are free. I lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. However, I still have a memory of that girl, a memory that brought me into my heart and gave me the prospect of continuing my faith, just as I was about to return to America and start a new life.

Many years have passed. 1957 I live in new york, and a friend advised me to go partying with one of his girlfriends. I reluctantly agreed. This woman's name is Roma, and she is an immigrant like me, so we are at least the same in this respect.

Where were you during the war? She asked me softly. In those years, it took skill for immigrants to ask each other questions.

"In a concentration camp in Germany," I replied.

Loma's eyes are so deep, as if she remembered something painful and sweet.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I just remembered something from the past, Herman," Roman suddenly explained in a very soft voice. "You know, when I was a little girl, I lived near a concentration camp. There was a boy who was a prisoner. For a long time, I went to see him every day. I remember I often brought him apples. He was so happy when I threw the apple over the barbed wire! "

Roma sighed loudly and walked on. "It's hard to describe how we feel about each other. After all, we were too young and only talked a few words, but I can tell you for sure that there was deep love in it. I guess he has been killed like others, but I still can't help but think about it, so I still try to remember him because he gave us a few months to spend together. "

Then my heart was pounding and I felt like I was about to jump out. I looked Roma in the eye and asked, "So, did the boy say,' Don't give me any more apples tomorrow, I will be sent to another concentration camp. "Have you finished eating?"

"Yes, why?" Roma answered in a trembling voice.

"But, Herman, how do you know?"

I took her hand and replied, "Because I am the boy, Roma."

Then there was a long silence. We can't let each other leave our sight. As time goes by, we see the soul through our eyes, a dear friend we once loved deeply, a person who never stopped us from loving each other deeply, and a person who we can never stop missing each other.

Finally I said, "Listen, Roma, I have been separated from you once, and I don't want to be separated from you again. Now that I am free, I want to be with you forever. Dear, will you marry me? "

When Roma answered, I saw the flash in her eyes again. "Yes, I want to marry you." We hugged each other. We've been longing for this hug for a long time, but it's hard to achieve. Now, there will be no more obstacles.

It's almost 40 years since the day I found my Roma again. During the war, fate brought us together and gave me the promise of hope. Now, it has not reunited us to realize this promise.

On Valentine's Day (1996), I took Roma to the oprah winfrey program on national television, trying to tell her how I feel every day in front of hundreds of millions of viewers:

Dear, when I was hungry in the concentration camp, you gave me food, but I'm still hungry now, because I can never get enough to eat-that's your love! "