Love in Coincidence（original）
Whom would I meet in my most sunny time? Crossing the threshold of twenty, I was inevitably harassed by this seemingly too sentimental question.
One heart plus another forms a pair of flying wings. Constantly indulging in the fairy-tale artistic conception of my favorite poem, I yearned to fly freely, especially after I’d tenderly conserved my affection for the doomed person when most of my peers delightedly shared the fresh breeze and gentle moonlight with another heart.
Then, I met my own love one night.
But I don’t dare to say too much about love. Nor do I have the talent to. In my heart of hearts, every story flickering between the two ends of the telephone line is just a piece of unique and beautiful music, similar in tone, but different in tune.
And what I believe in is only my own eyes. I see the breeze kissing me kisses him, the water-like moonlight stroking me strokes him, the first rays of the morning sun toughing me touch him, and the four regular seasons changing me change him. I know how devoted he is to drawing an attractive picture for the future at the spot my eyesight can reach. I also feel vividly how close the family door is at the spot where he plans to linger. I even secretly determine to murmur to him the most private emotions of a little girl. But even one thousand words cannot raise the mysterious veil of my passion for him. I’m willing to fathom carefully every twinkling meaning of the transient rays of his eyes till we all grow old.
I’m young.
It’s true that now and then, more or less, I may feel a kind of lonely when waiting for the long-gone wild geese back, bewildered when facing various tempting noises of our society, heavy-minded when thinking that my tender shoulder have to burden the equal half of his sorrows forever. And on some occasions, I even doubt whether it’s worthy for me as to cruelly betray all the keen hearts except his.
However, rain or shine, what matters is merely today. I know clearly what I should do is nothing but to put one hand in another’s and be obedient as his servant without any ambition for freedom, as long as there exist pure communications of two hearts and warm greetings of slender fingers.
And the most important is, some day when I grow old, gray-haired and dizzy-minded, I will no longer envy Lin Huiyin or some like, for I ever have my own love in my most sunny time.
大学时期为曾经的男友做的一段文。分分聚聚，缘来缘去。深圳现实的天空总让我感觉那时的心情是多么冰清玉洁，而又遥不可及。一丝眷恋，万般寻觅。珍惜拥有，情弥永恒。
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发表于 2004-6-26 22:05
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发表于 2004-9-15 02:57
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