Love again
12. April 2011“Love once went in, no one can complete out”. This is the Biasing teacher poetry about links ring, after reading; incredibly have tears slide, wet my night. Yes, to the left, that doesn’t call love just for that links of London sugar cane links of london ring. Through the ages, how many people crazy tear-jerker, butterfly, collapsed wall… Today, I got a story about love and true.She called Changing, 84. She is to liberate China business of links of London jewelry and sacrifice of revolutionary martyr’s widow to open a links of London chains sore. More links than 50 years ago, and her husband, loving, he was buried by Kuomintang sacrifice, 30 years old.I know she knows her story is on TV. A continuous autumn rain and make that links of London rain dance more beautiful, I saw her hair, bark, white skin, sample faltering steps. A group of young people around her, she’s hand with a links of london charms black friendship bracelet is more than half a century ago, they love letters he wrote to her when she walked in a slow lane with a Cocktail Glass with Cherry Charm, turbidity is always full of eyes. She is in search of her love for his shadow. She said that, I went on a woman normal, Peking University. We parted in 4 years. With her eloquence, I seem to see the green path, restlessness, she eagerly, the postman, in her links of london wholesale long sight lines. The lips of pear, full of joy and vortices in hangman rain, sweet of overflow.Four years later, she finally meet until the day of the new house near a links of London UK company, simple, she links of london stores wears a pink dress, the hair that had made his lips, the bride. Bridal chamber, the night he whoa…what was, she turned and said, finally married to you, good. Through a stone road, have a old house, a chair, a table in the circular bamboo. Her hand grazed desktop, slowly say, is here, we eat together, with our son and photo taken in London links shop, he came a piece of meat chicken that son, head, his links rings mouth open, the chopsticks Yipping naughty ground meat, chicken in east China, son ran up behind after… She said this; the face is like smile, eyes blurred. I see a delusion. The bedroom is still a half century ago, in her two young people under the help of the fingers, dry bed, tears, edge across the wrinkled face so down glide down and take off that Heart Disc Charm, in this moment, she since then. She found that never find the memory links of london best away from her. Her husband with links London watch and six other underground made by the reactionaries buried alive. So she has a negative and keep promise, to offend. Over the past 50 years, transform the space-time; transform the appearance, constant, her love for him. She will enlarge their photo, again and again, he never touch the young face, again and again he wrote to her copy of love, she said, only copy of their letters