Chapter 2 Verse 2: The Poet's Love

【Selected Love Letters from Wang Xiaobo, The Poet's Love】 It was only after I parted from you that I realized that the process of my love for you was all completed in parting.That is to say, after each meeting you made such an impression on me that I spent the rest of my days calling you by all the names my stupid mind could conceive.For example, this time I kept thinking: love, love.Don't be offended: love is you. When you are not in front of me, it is like a foggy and dark sea in front of me. I know you are on an island ahead, and I cry, "Love! Love!" as if I heard your answer, "Love. "

Knights used to call out their battle horns before engaging in battle.Since I am a sad-faced knight, how can I not have a battlehorn.I just shouted foolishly: "Love, love." Do you like foolish people?I like you love me and like me. loving You like loving life You know, a road in the suburbs recognizes me.Sometimes, the sky is blue and dark, and the clouds in the sky are as white as protruding fists.At that time, a tiger-headed, stupid kid came along the road, he looked just like the one in the photo I gave you.Then came a dark and thin boy.Then came along a tall, thin, ugly fellow, terribly slack, and strangely fanciful.Later, decades later, he would never go down that path again.Do you like his stories?