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2197676 2007 年 11 月 08 日 13:23 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
1994 year in July, in a pen at, I know the director. Dong tall, handsome, talented, Xi'an is a magazine editor. Dong
I filled worship.
the same love of the interest,
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1994 Chinese New Year, in order to accompany the director of the New Year alone in a foreign land, I volunteered to ask to stay on duty. One reason leaders do not know, so all the office keys over to me, afraid I'm lonely and from home to carry the recorder. I am naturally overjoyed, though the longest distance phone companions, gave the love we have just cast a budding romance and mystery.
telephone line through the winding, we communicated with each other's voices singing. From Suri's Remember that New Year's Eve night,
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the power of a lifetime to watch you, such as watch a white water lily ......line in the pass over, Yi Zizi, a sentence fragile and dry warm my heart. I then sat by the phone in tears far received the blessing of TV drama. It is a kind of blessing, ah, let me complicated in the sense in the existence of a truth. I secretly vowed, after the storm no matter how experienced,
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time in the verse in the passage of time, again and again, holding the director's letter, I could not conceal his excitement.
1995 year in July, the Board finally has a chance in Beijing. He than last year a lot of weight, but also the vicissitudes of life a lot, I looked at him a little bit strange, very cautious, very polite, very polite, did not imagine the romantic, not to imagine the intimacy, I also one of their directors leadership in a restaurant for lunch. I felt a deep loss and grievance, because there is no separate Board to accompany me. he was just a bite or drink their leadership gap, before I lost no time in reading the letter for me Poetry: . However, I waited until noon the next day, the Board did not call back the phone. I play the last call to know, the Board has been in the morning and they lead back to Xi'an. At the time, I could bear, called the Xi'an long distance: disturb your dreams, let other people tell you, they did not tell you? I look forward to a number of day and night go hand in hand, while the directors to so abruptly Tasui my beaming hope. but I still want him, it is a sad longing and despair.
remember the snowflakes dancing in the early winter, I finally called the director and the telephone.
to fall, the Directors also remember my voice.
tears. I walk the streets aimlessly, only to discover that a certain magazine has published a director of the lyrics, it is a girl Dong wrote Qinhuangdao coast,
belstaff jackets outlet, the director wrote in the lyrics of 3 years they have been in love . made me shock, in which a director on the girl at the beach stay forever with photos, also spent a lot of beautiful and romantic language to tell their love story.
kind of exposure that is in the dark, never see the sun of the pain. But I still sent me to the director of the deepest wishes. was that the Board will hold my hand, has come to the end of life. So I do not care about the rain. However, When the Board only in the poem a thousand times a thousand times the love me and want me, they are led by the hand of someone else, this love, what is there to do this poem?
Later, I saw Dong send me the photo, wearing a handmade sweater sitting on my snow smile, smile, happy and bright. However, the depths of my memory of the past love has no color. Looking back at once, Dong off as poetic love hazy, is so thin Hancang, and I, pay the youth is like fire ah! this lost and perhaps a testament to the lyrics - The color is pale.