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Happiness on the road to the love What is the happiness? Happiness wind someone give you put on one coat get up, it is two person share one steamed bun to be poor. What is happiness, happiness whether brow of him wrinkle, heart of you follow him to be together getting dark too, what is the happiness? The happiness is that the day with him has many days, but you think it only several hours short, and he leaves on many days when you left you think again that seem to part for many years. The happiness is a delicate emotion not needing the speech to experience, an expression in one’s eyes, one are caressed, even a sentence of simple but dull words, can all let the other side feel, no matter the person that you love is to you, or love the person of you to you.

Having once read such an article, there are a pair of men and women in love in the article, the woman asked a man such a questions suddenly one day, if I and your poverty were penniless, anyone gives us a steamed bun when dying of hunger soon, do you say and are eaten by you or you would like to eat for me? Having in fact had answers in the woman’s heart at this time, because the man loves her so deeply, even exceed and love himself, steamed bun must be eaten for oneself. However, the man was suddenly reticent for a moment, then he is embracing women gently, the gentle one says to the woman, I will not eat the steamed bun for you, I want oneself to be eaten. The woman is amazed by in the heart, she has not expected to love her man will suddenly for such an answer to oneself so deeply, even if it is he himself that want, live on why cheat oneself he, why insist on oneself getting an answer that does not expect? The woman’s shoulder can’t help in man’s chest being quiver, the cold ice like winter which her heart cooled in a flash, what the man’s look changes quickly before her eyes too is so strange. It is clear man really for man not to seem, it is that piece that dote on her fond of kindhearted man of her in accordance with her.

The man is when after answering the woman’s question, he found out the woman’s worry, feel woman puzzledding in the heart, then he make whom health that woman tremble hold up urgent, say ” you who are dear know why why the last steamed bun is not eaten for you with the sound that is full of loving tenderly deeply, but do I myself eat? Because I want to utilize the last steamed bun to give you a piece of time to live on a bit longer to my strength, I should be after eating up the steamed bun, send for the food for you, if really there are not other things that can be fed to you, I use knife one one cut, give you wipe out meat of me, until I finish cutting my meat on one’s body, the blood flow died until I flow. “When the man finishes saying the words, the sparkling and crystal-clear teardrop flashes in the eyes. The woman has cried, cry for misunderstanding men by oneself, paying crying for dying oneself for oneself like this for the man, it can have by something in the world than pass by love such,have what kind of oath can than lasting pieces of love devotion in the the norths that steamed bun bringing. Though it is only a steamed bun.

Then I am only 16 years old when reading this story, have been really moved.

Several years passed by now, this story has not been erased in my memory all the time, do not know why, can not forget all the time. I know I wish eagerly oneself can can meet one oneself pay or even people of the life whole-heartedly so as woman in the article, the people he that I wish eagerly in the heart just find me yet at one time, really appear at my side, I am only that a face is too ignorant to find. I am always thinking so. But I often hope he is just at my side.

A things are put by my desk, not the vase, not even some ornaments, but an apple. It is 20 days since this apple has been put, the apple is no longer fresh, the gloss not already so tender as other apple and water too, even begin to have phenomenon of the rough skin. I put at desk it straight, I will see it when being careless come off duty, I will see it when being careless go to work, heart there is a kind of baffled feeling, very comfortable. This is true. The apple brings at time when I come back from that side of his. When actually took this apple, really plan to be eaten on the road. But I have not eaten on the way, I do not know why one’s own lower mouth to an apple quickly, perhaps because the apple is brought from him, it was he that bought, it was that he buys to me. So I am unwilling. Bring his apple when far away from himming, how could I be willing to to eat up it? Leave apples, silent putting it on the desk, only want to keep its fragrance and an attentive wisp of his here. Is this taste of love? It is that kind that can not see his baffled inanition in the heart, see the appearance at a loss glad again after him? Never found the love sometimes can really change a person, can make the dull tidal surge of emotion that can change float, can make tidal surge of emotion floating change like water quiet, can make two people two feeling d to meet by chance make an appointment, make two feeling make an appointmant with vigorous a solemn pledge of love.

Then,and then love line behind day meeting what like? I should ask it, ask, ask oneself whether or turn round to ask he on one side? Will turn round, want ask him, already, since an own face is getting ignorant quickly in front of him. I do not know whether I should ask, the doubt that he will be baffled that afraid. Love him, marry him, OK? Will he also love me like before or I will marry him afterwards? I whether that kind ask, needn’t have as long as the heaven and earth endure people once only, I liked the feature to observe and like the curtain in the morning and evening with each other.

Understand very much oneself is not that kind of person that asked to some extent, I needn’t ask the enjoyment of the material when the a lot of, I needn’t ask to shine gaudy money, I ask him can look like I man at the story can like to give up everything for me either, I only ask two words, that is wholehearted. The serious one is real, the heart at heart. So long as it is can all one’s life in love to be wholehearted, get when can change either, ” until everywhere old can not go the still can sing in a song, you still still regard me as the treasure of hands at heart “  . Not much else, the serious one is real, the heart at heart.

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As the hedgehog loves roses One

I one hedgehog, until sky face upward hair that blue white cloud float afternoon one meeting, stare flankly tired going to sleep of even the sun, then the meticulous one runs in the dim the firmament, look for a place lonely going to sleep that can support the exhausted heart of consolation of fragile soul.

What in the dream, I have felt cold, as if revive in the world of ice and snow, I am wanting to embrace, those made me warm, let me thirst for, but has been never getting all the time. Because I am a hedgehog, the hedgehog that it is lonely to be destined, can’t nestle, the warmth of lacking each other that give, so can only let that latent and dark indefinite material as deep and clear as dusk of the distant place corrode every night, numb under pain, have gone to sleep in numbness gradually.

Do not know whether to have another one likewise lonely soul under the same dim light of night

Two

I am a rose, a delicate and charming rose, blemish in an otherwise perfect thing is those likewise dazzling thorns, they all say so, it is those that assassinate and let me seem incompatible. Those flowers are always the lively talking about, the lonely one in as if I am noisy, can only silent to listen to in distant place, then a tired out one finish upper eyes, experiencing the sunshine quietly, but it can’t make my heart warm.

They say I am very stiff, because I am a rose, always stab those persons that wanted to treasure me. I after not at a loss again and againing, can only at dawn, a silent one look up at sky, want to know whether an likewise lonely soul keeps and looks at the sunrise, another party in the weather.

No one knows, those dewdrop as sparkling and crystal-clear as coloured glaze, the full tears including I. Who tells me, the rose is a most beautiful keeping Hou, a season beautiful, a beautiful meeting, deserve my perfectly willing wait till the end of the world.

Three

See through leaf as sunshine, chopped cooked entrails shine on me fragmentarily, I have begun another travel among the breeze, perhaps want to give one’s own soul an export, look for a comfort, perhaps the way is too far, without home, can only choose to move ahead, justice has not returned to taking care of.

This summer in the afternoon, I stand, of a block of beautiful flowering shrubs, ask flower of the rose be moved by one, I light to face upward, get up head, the first time wantonly while being light but looking the sun straight permanent, let eyes large stretch of film moist because of shouting pain, but incomparably happy, I know this is my home, my soul will sleep peacefully here. I know we are similar!

Four

The sunshine of that day is and magnificent and bright and beautiful, as indicating anything of will happen ing.

As I see a hedgehog is so direct, the so undisguised one looks up at the sun, the corner of the mouth shows the happy smile, the splendor that the tears refract out lets me lose one’s head safely. I know he is my most beautiful keeping Hou, the ends of the earth, my existence, only in order to meet with him. At that time, I believed that fairy tale about the rose!

Five

Each early morning, at each dusk, our silent looking up at, watch a flourishing performance. We silent to wait, this piece too much with pass in summer. Treasuring this moment meeting only quietly which we can do. At dusk, at the dawn, comfort each other in two pieces of likewise lonely soul.

We are similar, but does not include the couple, can’t learn all the time, by coarse means, it is warm to give each other. At that day dawn, I saw the tear of the rose, my kindhearted pain. I want to make her happy, but wonder how to do, I want to wipe the tear away for her, but can’t bear to near her. That time, I grieved discovery, we think, come frank until how funnily it is direct. We too fragile strong, let, defend, become one self- basic outfit.

On this bleak day of autumn, I wipe the last drop of tears meticulously for her for the first time, looking at her one’s own clearing up decliningly at the moment. Have a little lonely, this long a dusk again, I sunset of the remotest places of the first line alone, remember ” in spring next year, I want to see you at the first sight for that remote agreement! ” ,Recall the bit of arising in this summer and fall asleep again, silent.

In the dream, I have felt ice-cold, but I embraced a kind of warm thing at last, but the cold felt. Should be too tired, I saw I have fallen asleep in the world of ice and snow, the corner of the mouth is raised lightly.

Six

I hear calling for spring, I remember to keep Hou promise, I remember the hedgehog that meeting cried of the darkness, I am wishing eagerly to recover.

I am stretching oneself, too impatient to wait getting out of the ground, look at everywhere, but does not see my hedgehog. My light and light call, from sunrise to sunset, from spring to summer, to autumn. Leaves begin to dance confusingly confusingly, the autumn wind is dissociated among them. I am so sad as to cry, I am afraid I am busy, wait until the hedgehog, wait for him to wipe the last drop of tears away for me.

“Are you that small rose? ” Autumn wind suspend, before me, ” here, have, cost altogether hedgehog let I little rose to pass on him last year, he has said ‘ I am tired, I want quiet sleeping, I am sorry! I will turn my miss into a star a shadow is clicked and clicked, at night, at the dawn, glitter in the dreamland of your glabella ‘. ”

I have cried, I have smiled, he has not forgotten all the time, that agrees on.

Seven

The cold wind is piercingly cold, by the declining rose, some earth dry to split is blown, wrapped up in and held it in the wind, can not blow all the time, a one that does not walk is stung by those, the thorn of the hedgehog.

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