Chapter 38 mind

A majestic mansion, surrounded by a hazy night, as if life was wrapped in a curtain of death.In the mansion, a young woman sat at an ivory table, her pretty face resting on her slender hands, like a wilted lily hanging on the leaves.She looked around, like a hopeless prisoner trying to see through the walls that imprisoned her, to see what life was like in the free ranks. The hours passed away like ghosts in the dark, and the young woman sat there alone, frowning and weeping.She was so passionate that she could no longer hide the secret locked in her heart, so she picked up the pen, dripping ink, dripping tears, and melted together on each page, pouring out her heart every word. .She wrote:

"Dear sister: "When the heart swells and aches because it is full of secrets, when the eyes and cheeks are red and swollen with tears, when the growing pain in the chest almost breaks the ribs, then this person can only open his mouth and pour out the bitterness. My girlfriend When a person is full of sorrow, he will feel happy when he complains; when a person is in love, he will feel relieved when he expresses his heartfelt feelings; You wrote because I became like a poet. When I saw the beauty, I couldn’t help it. I wrote poems to express my feelings like a ghost. I was like a child of a poor man who was hungry and cried loudly without mercy. His mother was suffering from hunger and cold and was helpless.

"Sister: Please listen to my sad story and weep for me, because crying is like prayer, and tears of sympathy are like giving, and will not be unhelpful, because they come from a living, loving heart. In the depths of my soul...my father, like every rich man and rich man, dislikes the poor and loves the rich, and always wants to find a son-in-law who is a good match, so that he can become even richer. Therefore, Let him make the decision and marry me into a wealthy family. "I, together with my feelings and my sweet dreams, have become sacrifices on the altar of glory and wealth that I despise and loathe; I have become a prey, trembling and struggling in the claws of matter, and once matter becomes unruly for spirit Serving is crueler than death and more tormenting than hell. I respect my husband because he is kind and virtuous. He has worked so hard for my happiness and he has spent so much to make me happy. But I feel None of this is worth a single minute of true divine love, which is a great kind. Eternal love that never takes anything in its eyes...  

"My girlfriend: don't laugh at me, I know better than anyone what a woman's heart needs now. This heart is beating fiercely. Like a bird fluttering in the sky of love; like a gold bottle full of The wine of the years. For the soul to drink; like a printed book, with chapters of happiness and misfortune, of joy and sorrow, which only a true mate can read, and that mate is the other half of a woman—for She was born, and for her--for eternity. Yes! I know this heart better than any woman now--what it intends, and what it seeks, and so I find. My husband's splendor. Cars, horses, and money are not worth the poor young man's gaze back at me. He came to this world for me, and I came into this world for him. Because of my father's arbitrariness, a pair of lovers were forcibly separated. The young man Survive humiliation, as if innocent people are imprisoned in a dark prison for five days, suffer wrongs, and live like years... My girlfriend, you don't have to try to comfort me, because in adversity I have a comfort buried in my heart That is, I know the power of my own love and the dignity of my longing. Now, through my tears, I see the god of death approaching me day by day, and wants to lead me to paradise, where I will wait for my soul Companion, meet him, embrace him--holy and forever...don't blame me: for I've done my duty as a faithful wife--following the laws of mankind. Rules, I bear the burden and keep my place .I honor my husband with my heart and my heart

I am heavy, but I can't give him all my body and mind, because before I met my husband, God gave my body and mind as a gift to my lover.For some reason, heaven has arranged this fate for me: Let me spend my youth with a person for whom I was not born.So I had no choice but to pass the time in this way in accordance with God's will-ann'an.But once the gates of eternal heaven open, I will be one with my beautiful other half.At that time, I want to look back and look forward to the past—the past is today, just like looking back on winter in spring; " After writing this, the young woman stopped writing, and couldn't help crying with her hands covering her face.It seemed that her heart would not give her holiest secrets to paper, but gave them to hot tears, which dried quickly and became one with the tender air.There was the breath of lovers in the air, and the fragrance of flowers.After a while, the young woman picked up the pen again and wrote, "My friend, I don't know if you can still remember that young man. Do you still remember the twinkle in his eyes and the sadness carved on his forehead? Do you still remember that young man?" Do you remember his smile—it was so similar to the expression of a mother crying when her son died, do you remember his voice was as deep as an echo in the empty valley, do you remember how long it took him to look at something He remained silent before opening his mouth; his insights were so fresh and strange, and then he lowered his head and sighed, as if he was afraid that his words would reveal the secrets in his heart. Do you still remember his ideals and beliefs? All this in this young man. People think that this young man is a hero, but my father dismisses him. Because this young man is superior to those who are in the middle of nowhere, and is more dignified than those from a famous family. Yes Ah, sister, you know, I was ruined by worldly prejudice, I was a victim of ignorance. You must pity your sister. The cold night is gloomy, but she can't sleep by candlelight, and she will open her heart to you. You will definitely My sister has pity, because love has also visited your heart."

In the early morning, the sun was rising, but the young woman fell asleep in a daze.I hope that in the sleeping village, she will see a beautiful dream, which is not as painful as real life.