It's the rainy season again, the humid and warm rainy season, I hope it's not as lingering as last year. The idle rainy season in the thoughts flitting, a moment to fly to Dai Wangshu's "rainy alley": holding an umbrella, strolling in the long long rainy alley ...... a moment to fly to the "Taipei" want to see the "Rain in winter"...... Aha! The oil paper umbrella has been eliminated by the times; see the rain? Where the rain is the same, why must go to Taipei to see? In this way, it is too banal. The romance of poetry is not something that can be savored by a mediocre mind. When it comes to romance and beauty, it seems to be linked to love. Under the firmament, love reigns supreme. The word love occupies all the beauty and romance under the sky. Love is like a poem, love is like a song, how many artists and writers whispered and sang to this day. Because of love, oil paper umbrellas and rainy alleys into the classic; because of love, the rain in Taipei sprinkled with all kinds of flavor, and no longer ordinary rain. Oh, love like rain, persistent and lingering infinite love. Kissed your hair drenched;
Keeping your window a sound a more and more. I in the window under the lonely lamp, gently turn over the "Xu Zhimo works", gently into the soul of the poet's pain, but could not accompany him to wander. In gratitude to his romantic poetry at the same time, but also hate his thin feelings. Oh, "I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing." Riding the wind through time and space, I was as confused as he was. At that time he was confused in the world of love; at this time I was confused in his moral world. I saw his cold side through his passion; I saw his ruthless side through his love. But I also sympathized with his misfortune. God seems to be just and unambiguously righteous, "He treats the perverse with crookedness." When Mr. Zhimo bitter pursuit of my hometown of the sunshine of the beauty of the girl, look to be wrapped into their arms, never expected that I am married to another woman. I'm sorry, I hate it! For this sunshine beauty, he had forced his pregnant wife to divorce: "Get rid of the fetus!
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Tsui Chi-Mo, "Flowers Blossoming on the Stranger" Original Text
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Flowers blooming on the Stranger, Strangers blooming on the Stranger
It seems that everything is destined to happen in the netherworld ...... I don't know if there is such a radiant person on the stranger's path, or a decaying person waiting, or perhaps, once upon a time, you and I have known each other for a long time, in the thousands of moments of rubbing shoulders, in the tens of thousands of hot and confused look back, laying down you and I that cut and cut, and also messed up the friendship, that the most sincere, the most unselfish, and the most pure friendship, that the friendship of which I am immensely concerned about... ...Fate often like to play tricks on us mortals, in the vicissitudes of the world, the tears of intestines, but also a trace of happiness, but also in the incomparable raging, crazy moments, but also a sadness! I pity to pray to heaven, do not lose, do not forget, do not let me and she became strangers, I do not want, and do not want. Once with her acquaintance, I do not know is arranged or destined, I do not know how our friendship is picked up, then you and I, hostile to each other, but in that a touch of endless words, sleeplessness at the smoke and rain, turned into curls of smoke and dust, faded without a trace, perhaps, this is our destiny, this is our inescapable love, I regarded as a bright moon a thousand sentimental love of friendship! Hey friend, please don't forget, no matter what happens, in my heart, your position is irreplaceable, I am sad is your sorrow and misunderstanding, I weep is your ignore and we can't go back to the memories, how in the world I want to salvage, in the end what do I have to do in order to let you and I return to that only belongs to our happiness, I cried in the countless nights, crying my sorrow and your sorrow, I don't know how to do, I don't know how to do, I don't know how to do, I don't know you and I misunderstanding how to release, I don't know how to do, I don't know how to do, I don't know how to do, I don't know how to do. I don't know how to release the misunderstanding between you and me, I really cared about you as a friend.
I do not ask you my friendship can be long-lasting, just hope that you and I have each other's heart, because we once the good, those only belong to each other's recollection, please, don't forget, don't leave, don't lose! Friends, we know each other in the stranger, see, there flowers, bloomed, and thank you, those with tears watering flowers, but incredibly brilliant, is a shame to laugh at my helplessness, or to show off my sadness? Hey, friend, I really care about you, you know?