Later, Zhan Zhao thought about the matter between him and Bai Yutang. He sat alone in the quiet night and raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling. He thought that this was nothing. If he wrote it down, he would use the most vulgar title, "Bai Yutang and I, the story I have to tell."
How wonderful it would be if life could be like an excerpt of a play, ignoring all the ups and downs, leaving only the most exciting chapters, watching their longing eyes, sonorous exchanges, whether desolate or high-spirited, all emotions are released at this moment.
However, it is not the case after all. The strings and harp are indispensable for the opening and closing. In this play, we have to sing slowly, explain the antecedents bit by bit, and describe the mood sentence by sentence. Even the light shines on the dust shaken out when the curtain is opened and closed, and we have to wait for it to slowly settle. But this is not a kind of happiness, if the dust can settle.
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At that time, we made it clear that we would come back here to watch the snow together in winter.
A Japanese movie at the end of the last century, "Love Letter", features a boy and a girl named Fujii Shu. At the end of the movie, the grown-up woman stands in the snow and calls out to the mountains for late and unknown love.
The gentle breeze blew by, raising the light snow on the branches. The moonlight raised his face and closed his eyes, feeling a little refreshing chill.
They say girls mature only when they have secrets. She thought that she would not call because there were two of them and they would always be with each other and there would be no more loneliness. This will be her secret that no one will tell, even briefly. They stood together that day, and at that moment she clearly saw what love looked like, and realized that she would never experience this kind of love in her life.
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