Wo and strong high school is a classmate, Wo is a soft Jiangnan woman, walking like a group of misty dense water mist, light eyes always let the hearts of people love. Strong fell into the water mist of Wo, so the two came together in pairs. Strong often say: Wo is the daffodil in his life, rumor has it that the daffodil is also a pair of people in love with each other to change into, just like the feather into a butterfly Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, also has people obsessed with the legend of love. Wo smiled without saying anything, reveling in the romantic tale that Qiang had woven for her.
God created man out of clay, but made woman out of man's ribs. The fresh blood and flesh on the ribs will hurt as soon as you touch them. Women are like dragonflies with extremely sensitive nerves. Their sensitive tentacles, agile and boneless body, and that thin as the wings of the feather gauze, even at the slightest harm and blow will be ashes.
The two were admitted into the ideal school together, and when they first entered the school, Qiang bought a pot of daffodils and placed them in front of Wo's window. Wo and Qiang began the expected college life.
Wei is a good friend of Wo's who lives in the same dormitory. She has a pair of big eyes that can talk, and she is passionate, unlike Wo's eyes that are always light, and she has a kind of passionate intensity that makes people happy. Students often say: Wo is the white rose, Wei is the red rose. Eileen Chang's novels are always highly anticipated on college campuses. The girl who is a rose is still the best friend in the same dormitory. On the days when there is no Qiang, Wo and Wei stick together and the topic of conversation is always Qiang. The pot of daffodils given to Wo by Qiang bloomed very vigorously, and the fragrance of the flowers wafted all the happiness, at least Wo always thought so.
Eileen Chang said in her novel that a man's life has at least two women in his heart, one is a red rose and the other is a white rose. If married to the red rose, day after day, the red rose became a wall of a touch of mosquito blood, and the white rose became a bed in front of the moonlight; if married to the white rose, over time, the white rose became a sticky rice grain on the clothes, and the red rose will always be the chest of a vermilion sand mole.
In recent times, Qiang is always very busy, so busy that Wo wants to see one side is very difficult. I don't know what Wei is busy with, all day early morning and late at night, very mysterious look. Wo can only listless bubble up the library, the library has a lot of let Wo lingering love story, just Wo's heart is not in this, Wo is always thinking and strong with the bubble library time, how good! Whenever they finished a book, they were immersed in the **** same story together. Imagining if they were the main characters in the book, their love wouldn't be any less than the love depicted in the book, their love was like a tightly embraced narcissus, firm, pure.
It was late at night, and the sound of the library's closing bell brought Wo's memories back to reality.
There was still no strong around, it was cold! Wo shivered violently and subconsciously pulled on her scarf. The strong in the how good ah, he will love to give Wo pull on the scarf, and embrace Wo into the arms, think of this Wo's nose sour for a moment. Wo walked straight out of the library building.
The campus in the late fall did not change for the depression of autumn, it was still as lively as ever. On the way from the library to the dormitory, one would pass through a secluded boulevard, because of the seclusion, it was utilized by the students in love and got a nice name of Lover's Valley. Today's Valentine's Valley is still crowded, a pair of lovers three meters a pair, two meters a group of whispering, this scene in the teacher training college has long been accustomed to. Wo alone lonely walking in the lover's valley, the mind is full of strong, just like other students in love, they often go here to listen to the sound of the wind, look at the moonlight. But today, Wo is alone, Wo's nose is sour again, tears in the eyes, a moment in front of the eyes blurred up. Suddenly, a familiar figure swayed in front of his eyes, it was him! The person whom Wo's heart called out a thousand times was him. However, Wo's figure instantly froze and fixed, Wo vigorously wiped his tearful eyes dry, what he saw was Qiang and Wei who embraced each other. The air froze, the three people looked at each other, dismayed, shocked, ashamed, a moment of mixed flavors. Or Wo first collected the eyes, step by step from the strong and Wei's side, a few steps away is better than a hundred thousand miles, Wo clearly hear their own thumping heartbeat, like a heavy hammer like a shock that he almost fell in front of them, Wo gritted his teeth, walked out of the Valley of the Lovers. She knew she must not fall in front of them.
Wo miserable face back to the dormitory head into the bed, a lie is a few days, no matter what people call her, she did not say a word, light scattered gaze forever staring out the window. Wo's heart is so painful ah, so painful that even the strength to moan is gone ah. She thought: Strong said to himself those sweet words of love is not the same will be said to the Wei, Wei is not like oneself like the laughter of the flower twigs trembling it, thought of this tears in the heart again flowed down. The old acacia tree outside the women's dormitory will never tirelessly stand there, one stop is decades. Every time strong send Wo back to the dormitory, always leaning against the old acacia tree to say a lot of reluctant to give up a whole lot of love words. Wo remembers strong said: women's dormitory outside the old acacia tree is an ecological phonograph, it will remember the strong to Wo all loyalty. Now the old tree must be laughing at Wo, Wo was like life to cherish the strong said to their own words are now as light as smoke like the drift away.
The pot of daffodils on the window sill is drying up, leaving two withered leaves swaying gently in the wind, and Wo thought: "It's good to dry up, at least it's not like your own bleeding heart, which aches and turns into a crimson. Wo also thought: daffodils have not pain, not pain is really good ah! Thinking of this, a bitter smile drifted across Wo's face. Wo slowly stood up, hadn't gotten up for days, his body was as light as a cloud. Wo, dressed in white, touched the dried daffodils with her fingers, as if she felt that her love was not dead, it was being clutched in her hand. So Wo held up the daffodils jumped, Wo and his daffodils forever together. 6-story building, Wo felt floating for a long time, white skirt like dancing elves, in the moment of kissing the earth, Wo cried!