At that moment, quietly moved, because, he wants someone to be able to read his writing, and she, but know so deep. A scholar, he tried to write the words were really love, ecstasy is difficult to describe with words, he's like a dream has a child. She was keenly aware of this, and in that instant, she decided the destiny really gave her a small joke. In the network that this person, is she looking for poet quietly.
The poet quietly, is my.
I and text as partners, to watch alone for so many years, I have no love, I knew, I have to wait for the people in the south, is that like me have text imprinted people. The text is our past life brand, let us in this life to find each other.
In October 27, 2011, we spent the whole night, the joy of reunion speechless.
On November 5, 2011, I went to see her, in four with one hundred and thirty years old camphor tree, I greet the dawn, braving the drizzle, around the old tree was on the ten turn, finally decided to go north. I am waiting for her for forty-five minutes, the rain is becoming larger and larger, but the tree shade shelter me, so that my heart is warm, not to feel cold. My mind in this short span of 45 minutes, passes through the millennium.
The rain of bizarre, autumn rain should not be so big, everything in the world is flooded with the heavy rain, the four tree and tree, selflessly shelter me, this is the arrangement of god. In the rain through the secret leaves onto my shoulder, my heart suddenly with a trace of sadness, I began to suspect this is it right?" A trick, she comes, held a large umbrella, trudged through the mud, a deep one shallow to me.
She is standing in front of me, I have no sense of strangeness, we weep, for a long time refused to release, I said to her: sorry little drunk, sorry, I put you left for so many years, let you suffer so much.
The old lived for over one hundred years, has witnessed a day love perfect, old tree is lucky.
Soon after, the rain stopped, sun broke through the clouds, the sun shines over the earth.
The sunshine of bizarre, more beautiful than the spring in March, this is the day for our most beautiful blessing.
Once I said to her, I feel your soul away in the Tang and Song Dynasties, in my life and in the world to find you.
November 6, 2011, we went to Hengdian, at the riverside area, she was wearing a Tang suit, we stand on the bridge ends, moved towards each other. I read a poem: remember the past short spear, tears wet tea to win. I long to meet, no negative big bald chant. We work a laugh, in a garden, she said to me to dance, I am drunk: rendezvous silent dawn light cold, whispering wordless v.. The song always slow tune, wind circuit only see you. Along the way, in the towering Pavilion, bristly, willow beside the road, chrysanthemum light phenomena Zi, see not tire of, see dissatisfaction. We saw a dream seen throw Hydrangea, get married, have seen Hou Men wedding, evening light engines, a pink silk umbrella, wander, unknowingly into a tower to the kiosk. Kiosk four Hanging Pink tent, rain breeze co v. lingering: Songcheng amidst drunk tourists, pink tent tie the knot. Do not envy the butterfly flying dance, hold life love life.
