The monument of love - the memories of love - paying homage my true love ◇ This author is Du Xue, published in the love story in 2001.09.30 10:31:41
Township, mountain, grave, people ... autumn wind bleak, sunset. It is the shape of the body shape. Black boots, black wind, black glasses, and black yarns who are not easy to feel on his shoulders, the whole body is a dignified black, only the bunch of flowers, white flowers, white flowers, the people in the grave. The white flowers of love. Wear, old tree, graf. . . . . . The white flower is calmly lying on the grave, the faints, he slowly squatted, heavy double knees, stir the dust ash! Engage in a new grave, the sword written on the grave is flying in his heart! Bloody inscription throws into his heart! The inscription is not long, only four words, four tomb of Du Xue, which is enough to make him eternal life. Ancient road, west wind, thin horse. . . . . . Du Xue is lying there, lying in the grave under the white flowers, and closes the pair of sad eyes forever. Always live in the opposite world. Du Xue, once Du Xue, a person from the distant mountain village, male, twenty-one; because of the purity of snow, I took this girl name as his pen name, and his only net name. Du Xue is his best friend. He is treasured Du Xuezhongzhen to hear himself. Something is difficult to distinguish them. However, he looked at him in his own eyes, but he couldn't talk about pain, but it was more painful than pain. "For a year, I will see you, okay? Tomorrow is your avoidance day, is Mid-Autumn Festival, know?" He muttered, "I brought the flower, orchid, white Snow, are you still thinking about her now? "She is a person who is still waiting for it to go to the moment! She, with Du Xue and Wanshui, but Du Xue likes her, this is a inexplicable love, because Du Xue also said why she will fall in love with her, obses with her! Because she is not high, it is not beautiful, it is not charming! That year, Mid-Autumn Festival, he looked at Du Xue in the quiet moonlight! That year, that day, Mid-Autumn Festival, Du Xue ... alone in the wind, let the wind touch the pale face, waiting .... Waiting for her .... .. and with him only the cool moonlight! If it is cold ... Infinite thoughts floating the wind ....... Light night ..... The sky is actually like it ... no margin ....... And in my heart, will she appear this night? Looking at the far away ..... What kind of lighting light is her prelude? Will she come? do not know! Perhaps only heaven and earth knows him know. It's already waiting late at night ....... Du Xue knows waiting for her ... because maybe only this time ..... who knows? no one knows! And he is a pain in a pain .... There is also his fragile heart that is still bleeding .... Only for the hopes in the heart ........ He for her And willing to protect this life ....... and she knows his heart? He also don't know ... so he wants to wait ....... He chose this day - but he has lost him in the past! He changed ....... he became no longer speaking. .
