Chapter 50 Green Water Flows (10)

Year after year, after thinking in these years, I found that what we all said, the love that generations after generations pursued, originally existed in poetry. Poetry, a style of literature, is dedicated to dreams that we have nowhere to place in real life.For example: I am willing to be a tree, if you are the flower on the tree; I would like to be a flower if you were dew; I would like to be dew, if you are sunshine... if you were the sky, I would like to be a star in the sky; if you are hell, I am willing to fall into hell forever. What a beautiful line!Sadly the truth is we are human beings and we can never be trees, flowers, dew, sun, sky and stars.We are not comparable to them.

Another example: I am willing to be the rapids, as long as my lover is a small fish, Swim happily in my waves. I am willing to be a deserted forest, as long as my lover is a little bird, Make a nest call among my thick boughs. I am willing to be a ruin, as long as my lover Is the green ivy, Climb intimately along my desolate brow. I am willing to be a thatched cottage, as long as my lover is the lovely flame, Glittering slowly in my stove. I would like to be a gray broken flag, as long as my lover a coral-like sunset, Beside my pale face is bright splendor. I recited this love poem in tears when I was eighteen.It was my sixteen-year-old cousin who applauded.My thirty-year-old cousin sneered.My aunt knits and snorts through her nose.My fifth aunt, who has experienced many vicissitudes, fell asleep by the brazier.

There is a poem that I believe is the full connotation and highest state of love, and I will always be moved by it in terms of pure appreciation. It is: as long as you want as long as i have