Gardenia open
We have always insisted in the distant transmission distance in each other by text message. I still take the trouble of telling her own dream, the status quo. She did not give me a regular letter. Most are opposed to my suggestion and encouragement. Also talked about his understatement. She said that the life of helplessness and confusion, hardship and bitter.
I often sadness in her letter under the illusion that the state of small thin woman, in the stars is about to subduction of the early morning, walking on uneven fields Terrier. Late at night in the shack under the yellow lights and lesson preparation. To his family and to serve as the responsibility does not belong to the working class, running in the road on their own longing. Which all have only one person she. No one to accompany.
When I learned that his own university at the moment, emotion and excitement with her phone.pleased she laughed, but he did not conceal the living envy the outpouring of grief, as well as after the success. I know her heart is the pain.
Before college, she see me. She is not prepared an exquisite pen in my hand.
She told me faint smile, I am well pleased with her heart surging emotions and sad. I kept encouraging her, we still have a lot of time to change the future. She seriously thought, nodded.
We were embraced, tears fall unconscious. I know that our meeting will be less and less with the growth. Afraid of each other’s emotions like the wind and the wind blowing the place, and traces of sound.
Before I go to university one day shortly after the accident, received a letter from her. She says she has been married because of pregnancy.
Are doing all the preparations before delivery. Husband is doing the business of Internet cafes, previously recognized. I was this sudden shock of fear that the voice of the unable. That in the windy afternoon, alone along a mountain path school. I am reminded of that in the Women’s Handbag we are talking about the future all kinds, like tree leaves flickered, accidentally on the disappeared in the endless corners.
I am with all the resentment and disappointment to her letter. Blame forget what she had promised the original intention and my commitment. After that I no longer with Tang communications. Even when I grew up gradually and clearly understand that each person has the right to interfere in other people’s lives. The choice of a sudden she let me clear the broken feel pain and there’s incomplete scar.
The only change is that she is still a letter from time to time. Weak gentle tone, there is no explanation and complaints. More is revealed on the expectations of their children and love. In her baby after birth, she told me to take the children called .She said it was a lovely child, is frustrated in their own comfort.
I saw the photograph and her baby as delicate and pretty. Round eyes and nose tatami with a gardenia-like clear smile.
The summer of 2003 I came home, there is a very long period of time idle. In the monotonous days, once again reminded of her face.
I traveled to her town, to inquire into her home, standing at the door when they did not dare knock on the door hand. Feel tense and agitated.
Long time no longer meet the days to come, no one knows that we like each other’s.
Until the moment she opened the door, we all stay in that moment. I saw the meager remains the same, more tired and many vicissitudes. I told her, smiling, gently call her name. She stood at the door, body trembling slightly, eyes constantly blinking crystal tears.
Narrow room and humid out from the land of cool air. I sat quietly, looking at her confused looks at a loss to see her joy and surprise face overflow.
I have been with more time in her side. Look at this woman is already familiar with the leisurely life of doing everything.
Cooking. The rationale for food. Laundry. She kept talking to Womens Handbag, occasionally been submerged by the water.
She said that we did together a long time that they have not been so happy.
We sleep together at night. And 16-year-old the same summer. Cicada’s voice makes a more quiet night, the moonlight dismal sprinkle in the window, thin air with the scent of fields of plants filled the house through the window screens in every corner. I smell their fragrance.
We flat-lying quiet. No one to speak.
She reached over, shook my finger. Gently called my name.
Also hate me?
I smiled, shook his head.
Whirling her hands on my back of the hand. To me on the experience and the past.
She said that he is married so early the wife, the mother of human infertility. Everything is so hurried chaos. Too young to realize their desire to think, and then follow their own logic to imagine romantic story, but slowly come to understand everything they can not grasp and decisions. Only can do is to respect and to grasp now.
Her voice does not calm down.
Once all the resentment and disappointment in that night into a deep guilt. I do not have to find more words to comfort the hearts of Ping Tang, when we began to understand that beautiful vision in the face of the harsh reality is pale and fragile time, and encourage and comfort has also been not the best answer. As we change from a simple girl mature woman barren time, slowly learned how to withstand time and change the fate of each other, and no complaints.
My tears flow down. I know that she is all about. I teach her to leave school. In the summary window to see her photo, above record her outstanding performance and awarded the title. I stand behind the windows of the classroom, through the glass to see her hand holding a book single-handedly holding chalk,To a group of kids dressed in plain dedicated class. She looked soft and his face seemed to hint of a smile, let me back to the 16-year-old that summer. Like to see outside the window was open gorgeous gardenia. Indian carved in the bottom of my heart for many years, is still overflowing fragrant, pure and beautiful.
I often sadness in her letter under the illusion that the state of small thin woman, in the stars is about to subduction of the early morning, walking on uneven fields Terrier. Late at night in the shack under the yellow lights and lesson preparation. To his family and to serve as the responsibility does not belong to the working class, running in the road on their own longing. Which all have only one person she. No one to accompany.
When I learned that his own university at the moment, emotion and excitement with her phone.pleased she laughed, but he did not conceal the living envy the outpouring of grief, as well as after the success. I know her heart is the pain.
Before college, she see me. She is not prepared an exquisite pen in my hand.
She told me faint smile, I am well pleased with her heart surging emotions and sad. I kept encouraging her, we still have a lot of time to change the future. She seriously thought, nodded.
We were embraced, tears fall unconscious. I know that our meeting will be less and less with the growth. Afraid of each other’s emotions like the wind and the wind blowing the place, and traces of sound.
Before I go to university one day shortly after the accident, received a letter from her. She says she has been married because of pregnancy.
Are doing all the preparations before delivery. Husband is doing the business of Internet cafes, previously recognized. I was this sudden shock of fear that the voice of the unable. That in the windy afternoon, alone along a mountain path school. I am reminded of that in the Women’s Handbag we are talking about the future all kinds, like tree leaves flickered, accidentally on the disappeared in the endless corners.
I am with all the resentment and disappointment to her letter. Blame forget what she had promised the original intention and my commitment. After that I no longer with Tang communications. Even when I grew up gradually and clearly understand that each person has the right to interfere in other people’s lives. The choice of a sudden she let me clear the broken feel pain and there’s incomplete scar.
The only change is that she is still a letter from time to time. Weak gentle tone, there is no explanation and complaints. More is revealed on the expectations of their children and love. In her baby after birth, she told me to take the children called .She said it was a lovely child, is frustrated in their own comfort.
I saw the photograph and her baby as delicate and pretty. Round eyes and nose tatami with a gardenia-like clear smile.
The summer of 2003 I came home, there is a very long period of time idle. In the monotonous days, once again reminded of her face.
I traveled to her town, to inquire into her home, standing at the door when they did not dare knock on the door hand. Feel tense and agitated.
Long time no longer meet the days to come, no one knows that we like each other’s.
Until the moment she opened the door, we all stay in that moment. I saw the meager remains the same, more tired and many vicissitudes. I told her, smiling, gently call her name. She stood at the door, body trembling slightly, eyes constantly blinking crystal tears.
Narrow room and humid out from the land of cool air. I sat quietly, looking at her confused looks at a loss to see her joy and surprise face overflow.
I have been with more time in her side. Look at this woman is already familiar with the leisurely life of doing everything.
Cooking. The rationale for food. Laundry. She kept talking to Womens Handbag, occasionally been submerged by the water.
She said that we did together a long time that they have not been so happy.
We sleep together at night. And 16-year-old the same summer. Cicada’s voice makes a more quiet night, the moonlight dismal sprinkle in the window, thin air with the scent of fields of plants filled the house through the window screens in every corner. I smell their fragrance.
We flat-lying quiet. No one to speak.
She reached over, shook my finger. Gently called my name.
Also hate me?
I smiled, shook his head.
Whirling her hands on my back of the hand. To me on the experience and the past.
She said that he is married so early the wife, the mother of human infertility. Everything is so hurried chaos. Too young to realize their desire to think, and then follow their own logic to imagine romantic story, but slowly come to understand everything they can not grasp and decisions. Only can do is to respect and to grasp now.
Her voice does not calm down.
Once all the resentment and disappointment in that night into a deep guilt. I do not have to find more words to comfort the hearts of Ping Tang, when we began to understand that beautiful vision in the face of the harsh reality is pale and fragile time, and encourage and comfort has also been not the best answer. As we change from a simple girl mature woman barren time, slowly learned how to withstand time and change the fate of each other, and no complaints.
My tears flow down. I know that she is all about. I teach her to leave school. In the summary window to see her photo, above record her outstanding performance and awarded the title. I stand behind the windows of the classroom, through the glass to see her hand holding a book single-handedly holding chalk,To a group of kids dressed in plain dedicated class. She looked soft and his face seemed to hint of a smile, let me back to the 16-year-old that summer. Like to see outside the window was open gorgeous gardenia. Indian carved in the bottom of my heart for many years, is still overflowing fragrant, pure and beautiful.
