Chapter 43 love story

In a solitary hut, sat a young young man.He looked through the window at the star-studded night sky for a while, and then looked down at a portrait of a girl in his hand.Every line, every color of that portrait was reflected in the young man's face, so that the secrets of this world and the secrets of the eternal world were fully exposed in this face.The portrait of the girl was whispering to the young man with affection, making his eyes become like ears, able to understand the language of the soul roaming in the space of the room; the portrait seemed to turn everything about the young man into a heart .Love makes it as hot as fire, and lovesickness makes it as deep as the sea.

Just like this, an hour passed, and that time was as short as a minute in a dream, and it seemed to have passed a year in an eternal life.Then, the young man put the portrait in front of him, picked up a pen and wrote on a piece of paper: "My beloved! "The great detached true feelings cannot be passed on from person to person through the common language of human beings, but can only be passed on from heart to heart without saying a word. Everything is silent tonight. I think it is this silence between our hearts. Pass the love letter between us. This letter is so soft, it is better than the breeze to write affection on the water; this silence seems to hold the love letter in our two hearts, to me

We recite gently with two hearts.But just as the will of God imprisoned the heart within the body, so the will of love made me a prisoner of words... Dear: Love, it is said, makes a man burn like a blazing fire, Can swallow everything; I found that the time of parting cannot separate you and my spiritual world.Also, when we met for the first time, I knew that my heart had known you for many years.The first time I saw you was not actually the first time...My dear: the moment when we reunited our two hearts that were relegated to the earth by heaven made me believe again that the soul Indeed, it will not die, it will last forever.Only at such moments does nature unmask itself and reveal its limited and often dubious justice. …

"Dear, do you remember that garden where we stood looking into each other's lover's faces? Did you know that your eyes told me that your love for me was not out of pity for me? Those eyes Tell me, and teach me to say to myself and to the world, that a gift of justice is better than alms of mercy, and that false love is as foul as the water in a swamp. "Darling, I want to live a great, magnificent life, one that will be remembered, loved and respected by posterity. This life had begun when I met you, and I am sure it will last forever." Go down in history. Because I think you are so extraordinary, you must be able to express the divine power that God puts in me through great words and deeds, just like the sun urges flowers to bloom, making them compete with each other and fill the garden with fragrance. Like this, my Love will last forever, for myself and for posterity, I love people! This love is pure and selfless; I love you more, this love is noble and otherworldly."

The young man stood up and paced up and down the room.Then he looked out the window, only to see the moonlight melted and blurred.He sat down and continued to write: "Forgive me, my dear: because I just talked to you in the second person, and In fact, you are the other half of my beautiful self that was lost when we both came from the hand of God.Forgive me, dear. "