華閱文章網A village of girls born, living, there are many people who come into 做媒, but could not. When she was old, but 1056 spring evening, she made the doorway, walking a peach. She remembered she was wearing a piece of unlined upper garment. The young man lives opposite met with her, but never played called, he walked to come over. Not far away, have stood, gently said 1: "oh you're here, too?" Said nothing, he didn't say anything, stop for a moment, then.
It is finished.
Then the woman was sold to the country kindred guaizi county to his wife, and were sold, after JiCiSanFan countless breathtaking storm, old when she remember once the thing, often talked about in the spring, the evening, in the doorway of peach, the young man.
Among thousands of people, you meet people meet, thousands of years, with the boundlessness of time to meet them, neither earlier nor a bit too late, what else is there to say, a salutation gently: "oh you're here, too?"
Appreciate that the story, this is a beautiful and moving, too, without words of explanation: this is a song of love, the emotion through various potential blurred, life will never fade. In life, only if the deep-rooted sustains both heart, heart and the heart of the heart and soul of induction, understanding, such as the darkness of a window, supported by a rational spirit. This implies the quiet grandeur, "perhaps", this is the love of zhang ailing prose.
