De: Walking back from the gust of wind, I felt as if I was being floated.The grass on the mountain is so fragrant that I think that if there is not such a strong wind, the air will freeze because of the fragrance! I walk with my head held high, no one can see my smile in the dark.The white reeds are dotted with coolness in the night. It is late autumn, and our days are approaching before we know it.Then I felt that my heart was like a new sail, every corner of which was blown so full by the strong wind. The stars are clear and bright, and each one bows its head low.The stream is flowing, messing up the shadows of lamps and stars.I suddenly felt a kind of happiness, that kind of chaotic and elusive happiness.Never have I felt so dearly favored by creatures—really, we are so mediocre, and I always feel that happiness should be bestowed on those who are better than us.

But it's real, and the first greeting card is already on my case.It is sprinkled with fine and delicate transparent photos, and under the light, it shows a flickering and real dream.The golden bell on the painting swayed, and there was a beautiful echo in the distance.I seem to be able to hear the melodious rhyme, and I seem to be able to smell the refreshing fragrance of roses!What fascinated me in particular was the lovely words: "May the memory of the wedding last forever, and may your love grow with each passing day." Yes, virtue is always increasing, always renewing, and there is never a bottom and a bottom——for six years, we have guarded this friendship so that it is still radiant and fresh, as others say, we are How lucky.Every time I look back on our interactions, I feel like walking into the corridors of a museum.Every scene in the meantime means a beautiful memory.every piece.Everything involves a moving story.

It's been such a long time.I was only seventeen years old when I first met you, what an age that is easy to make mistakes!But, I know, I'm not wrong.There has never been a more correct decision in my life than this one.The day before yesterday, when everyone was eating together, you smiled and said, "I'm a fool, I've only done one smart thing in my life." You didn't say any more, but my sister clapped her hands and said, "I see! "Ah, De, I can happily say, I know that too.Because of the smart thing you did, I did too. At that time, college life had just unfolded in front of me.The cold wind in Taipei makes me miss my home in the south every day.In that little attic, I snorted stenciled stencils.On the road with swaying vegetation, I cycled to school alone.Life is so bleak and the mood is so heavy.There is such a sentence in my diary: "I am worried that I will freeze to death in this small building." At this time, you came, and your hopeless friendship surrounded me, let me The heart touches the most gentle sunshine.

I don't have an older brother, and I never went to school with boys when I was young.But it is so natural to communicate with you, and it is so comfortable to talk to you.Sometimes, I think, how nice it would be if I were a boy!We can go climbing and boating together.Let the boat float and anchor in the lake at will, and no one will be surprised.Years later, when I tell you these thoughts, you look at me with a smile and say, "Well, I don't want to. If you really want to be a boy, I'll be a girl." Now, de, I'm not a boy, But we can travel and dream of mountains and lakes, because we will have a closer relationship.Ah, how wonderful it would be to imagine being in love and accompanying each other for a lifetime!

At that time, we wore the khaki uniforms required by the school.My newly permed hair is always tousled by the wind.When I think about it, I don't understand why you like to approach me so much.During the big exam that year, I curled up on the sofa and studied.You came here and enthusiastically explained English grammar to me.The kind landlord brought us a plate of rolls, and I was so flustered that I spilled my skirt.You looked at me and said, "You really look like my sister, she is as big as you." I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to do, I just kept my head down, pretending to shake the long skirt.

It was freezing cold those days.In the afternoons when there was no class, I always stayed in the small building, playing the organ, and almost tore a book of Beyer's score.One day you said to me: "I often listen to you playing the piano downstairs. You seem to often play that sweet home. How? Are you homesick?" I am very grateful for your eavesdropping. Only you understand and care about my sadness Mood.De, at that time, when you were listening alone, what were you thinking?Do you think that one day we will organize a family?Do you think that we will spend our whole lives playing this song with the fingers of our hearts?

After the winter vacation, you return the stack of Tagore's poetry to me.You pointed to one of the lines and asked me to read: "If you can't love me, forgive me for my pain!" And I knew what was going on: I didn't want it to happen, I really didn't.It's not because I hate you, but because I cherish this pure friendship, and I don't want love to deepen its color. But I am happy to continue with you.You always give me a sense of safety and security.From the beginning, I will give you all my trust, but at that time, I always yearned for that legendary and thrilling love in my heart.And like that little bit of tragic atmosphere.For these ludicrous reasons I have delayed accepting your offering.I wonder why you still wait so stubbornly.

Your little care always makes me feel.You had a few hard-won chocolate candies for Christmas that year, and you brought them all to me.I love to eat bamboo shoots in bamboo shoots, only you noticed and picked them out for me patiently.I often don't know how to take care of myself, only you think of covering me with your coat (I still can't forget the warmth of that dress, it symbolizes many meanings in my heart.) It is you who urge me to read.It's you who tolerate my occasional temper.It's you, carefully correcting my writing mistakes.It was you who taught me how to be a human being.If you say, I am like your sister, it is because you are too much like my elder brother.

Later, we got work-study grants from the school together, and what was assigned to us was to clean the classroom.Every time you always force me to put down the broom, I have to stand far away at the end of the classroom and watch you work hard.In the hot summer, your sweat drips on the ground.I stood silently, and when you finished sweeping, I will wave the tables and chairs and arrange them for you.Every time, when our eyes meet by chance, we always feel so excited.We know each other so well and it's always perfect when we work together.I noticed the calluses on your hands, and they made that illusory word very concrete.We finished our college courses in that flying dust shadow - our economy was never rich; our days were never poor, we lived in dreams, in poems, in endless colorful hopes inside.I remember once I mentioned what Princess Margaret said at the wedding: "There have never been two people in the world as happy as we are." You said indifferently: "That's because they don't know us. "I like your pride, because I am so proud too.

We have finally graduated, and you walked onto the stage amidst applause to receive the graduation certificate on behalf of the whole department.My applause was also caught in the crowd, but I know you heard it.On that beautiful June morning, I had tears of joy in my eyes, and I was so proud to share in your success, your glory, for the first time. "I peeked at you on the stage," you handed me the diploma tied with a ribbon, "if it weren't for the Chinese custom, I would have sent it to you as soon as I stepped off the stage." I took it with heavy joy in my heart.You stood before me, lofty yet humble, resolute yet gentle, and I suddenly realized that I cared more about your success than mine.

That year, you were in military training.In such a busy life, in such a hard exercise, you worked so hard to prepare for the exam of the graduate school.I know who you are for.During the long and miserable years of separation, I began to understand what kind of emotion exists between us.You came to see me and brought all the winter sun in the south.I never told you how deeply the scene of your parting salute was burned in my heart. I will help you collect information, and make sentences and annotations of the copied model essays one by one.I did that with great pride.This thing means a lot to me.This is the first time, I went to an event with you, so when you forwarded the acceptance letter to me, I couldn't help crying, dude, no one has experienced our struggle, no one like us Encouraging each other, no one has been reading with each other under the cold lights of the library on winter nights for many years.Therefore, no one understands the excitement that success brings us. We can see each other again, what a blessing to see you for real.We can go for a long walk, and squat on the old bookstall to enjoy an idle evening.I will never forget the time I went rafting.On the way back, a strong wind suddenly blew up.The boat is spinning in the lake, and you are struggling to row, and you are so tired that you are sweating. "Perhaps our way is like this!" I said, looking at the calm and treacherous surface of the lake. "Perhaps I have made your burden even heavier." "I don't care, I'm happy to fight!" You said so eagerly that I couldn't meet your gaze, "As long as you are willing to be on my boat, Xiaofeng, you are my sweetest load." Our boat landed smoothly that day.Dude, I forgot to tell you that I would like to stay on your ship, and I would gladly give you the helmsman's place.No one can give me the security you give me. However, in the vast sea of ​​people, where is the small boat for us to help each other?For the past two years, we have worked ourselves to the point of torturing ourselves with our plans to start a family.Every time, your happy smile always encourages me. That night you sent me back to the dormitory, when we walked up the sloping hill, you suddenly stopped and said: "I'll wait for you at the other end of the carpet! I'll wait for you, Xiaofeng, until you are completely satisfied with me." I raised my head, and the long road stretched like a soft red carpet in front of the altar.I hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. Looking back now, I don’t remember whether it was a moonlit night at that time. I just feel that your sincere words are shining, and the clear light of stars and moons is shining in my heart for a day. "It will be soon!" You often said to me optimistically after that, "We will have a small home soon. You are the owner of the house, don't you like it?" I like it, de, I like a little shack.When it gets dark, I will close the long floor-to-ceiling curtains, turn on the soft lights, and enjoy a simple dinner together.But where is our home?Where is our own house? You borrowed a semi-old bicycle and went around to inquire about rental houses. Every time you came back exhausted, I felt a pain. "There's nothing you like," you said disappointedly, "and it's too expensive. I'll go see it tomorrow." I didn't expect it to be so difficult, I never knew there were so many trivial things in starting a family, but in the end we found a small house.It has a narrow vestibule and dwarf banyan trees.Friends laughed that it was as small as a nest, but I was very satisfied.In any case, we have somewhere to rest.When you handed me the keys, the weight nearly sank my arms.It reminds me of a lovely poem in English: "Am I a housekeeper? Oh, yes, but more than that, I have to keep a heart." I know you gave me more keys than that number.I hold a key to every space in your mind, and I have the right to go in and out. Ya sent a tape, half a world away, his blessings still surround me thickly.So many kind friends came to help us organize.Those who clean the windows, mend paper doors, sweep the floor, hang pictures, and put vases, crowded the whole room.I always felt like our cabin was about to blow up, about to be burst by the surge of love and friendship.do you thinkThey are all excited, how can I not be excited?We're going to have a fantastic wedding, for sure. I'm always tired these days.To try on dresses, to order flowers, to buy jewelry, to choose the color of the curtains.My heart is like a fountain, overflowing with colorful drops in the sun.All kinds of strange and complicated emotions made me dizzy.Sometimes I can't tell whether I am happy or dazed, sad or excited.I am nostalgic for the old days, they are so lovely.I will no longer live in a dorm and enjoy the sunset from the balcony.I will no longer snuggle next to my mother, listening to her talk about family affairs at night.And what about the days ahead?Germany, I suddenly felt as if I was going to be sent to another realm.The road there is something I have never traveled, and the life there is something I am not used to, so how can I not feel anxious?If there is any comfort to me, it is this: I know you will go with me. Winter is coming, our wedding is coming soon, I like to choose this season, so that I can stay with you for a long and severe winter.Don't we have a little fire in the corner of our room?When the cold snap comes, I hope that there will always be a red fire of coal fire shining in it.I like our days to start from the dark and cold season, so that next year's spring flowers will have a more beautiful meaning to us. I am about to walk into the auditorium, Germany, when the wedding march is played, my parents will take me by the arms and send me to the altar, and my steps will surpass the dreamlike fragrance of flowers.Then, what kind of smile will you greet me with? We have had a long wait, and now only the last paragraph remains.Waiting is beautiful, just as struggle is beautiful. Now, the red carpet covered with petals stretches to both ends, and beautiful hopes are circling and flying. I will go to be you, and go to pick infinite happiness with you.When the golden bell is swaying and the wax torch is burning, I am willing to walk through the crowd to make eternal vows.Because, oh, de, because I know, who is waiting for me at the other end of the rug.