Life, at the right time meet the wrong person, that is no have points. In the wrong time meet the right one, so that is never meant. At the right time meet the right person, that is the true fate. Cherish the fate, waiting for life - signature 

Life is helpless, the world of mortals like dream, like ah, edge to also water. Ah edge to edge wind, edge deep edge shallow with several people? Ah edge to edge wind, edge poly edge scattered too hurry. No opposite don't meet, never meant to be with a sieve. Ah edge to edge water, flower end sometimes. Originated because of falling edge already do, leaves fall flower since fly, feeling to the depths heart lost. Never meant to be a no, edge springs out, when you say nothing at all. Love like dream, in a hurry. 

* * * * as if more favour in the south region of rivers and lakes. When the northern still snowflakes dancing, the south was a profusion of garden flowers the. Nice warm wind, the awaken of spring is abundant in March, YingFeiCaoChang, bright sunshine warm oblique secondary, dancing in the sunlight, the mist Yun Yin out hazy bearing, peach tree branch, pink color blanket the whole space, the advent of spring, everything phase competition growth, which BaiShang in the world of mortals, send out a full of fragrance. The lake as a mirror, willow river, brilliant flowers, landscape water, river water chan chan, the light of infinite jiangnan. Discuss the wind flowers language. Scan flyings, count the days of leaves, like a dream, like the feeling also worry about, love also worry about. 

Jiangnan spring breeze stroke, YangLiuYiYi, TaoGongLiuLu leaves full light green. The spring breeze attack hit, the cold wind, the rustling in the night, independent in our ever date place, light rain cool, YanCheng double, unlimited tears through the heart injury. The ancient way, peach flood incense. Remember the world of mortals refreshment, brandish do not go is the fog kind of sadness, full heart overflow overflow. Filar silk rain blow and push the red XieFang. Time like water, at the beginning of the refreshment of wake up, the body in the spring, the heart in the winter, see the fallen petal flowing water, rises and falls, just is the mood, the cloud volume cloud scud, such as fate. But now you have gradually disappear in my world of mortals years. 

The world of mortals lingering amorous feelings kinds, in simple encounter that fate always such as yesterday, hand in hand with all that is simple. The last to let affection deep confusion the sky always depressing, for a period of the past, miss the season alternation. Make a kind of hurt, always erosion a quiet heart. Let the memory of the past as the wind scattered, see a tide to sunrise and sunset, life as a fleeting illusion, perhaps, meet, love each other, turn around, rub shoulders, everything is doomed to the fate. 

Once upon a time in the world of mortals, life a record. Meet is a song, who know each other is song. Life is like only if the first sight, what autumn wind sad picture fan. From the acquaintance to dear friend, from know to love, from love to be together, perhaps this is a beautiful encounter and beautiful process. In the deepest in the world of mortals meet in the night, who is in the illation with deep feeling of music, who singing sadly slip one person heart, leaving reunion notes! Deep in the world of mortals, who is swaying in the wind in your thoughts, who is memory soaked your mood? Who is awakened you weave already a long time of dust dream? The wind slowly, rain misty day, umbrella falls is still the single dugu figure. 

How much tenderness, romantic several section, cut off time scan life, you, but not in situ. Ah flowers, edge out sweet almost, human beings, humanistic design, the extension is hard to find yesterday's time. And watch the sunset, after all, the night can also go to. Dream of spring non-trace will wake up. Spring and autumn; you and fallen flowers are numerous. And yellow leaves with shrivel; The peaks arouse disparate thoughts and hay repeatedly; Spring rain and dancing steps raining, I still infatuation observant, do not wish to change a little. Life, such as this season since the fall, the flower season fragrant fragrance, flowers fall, a vacant. 

Jiangnan lake, YangLiuYiYi, wind clear month lang, bringing the picturesque, jiangnan is like a poem, bridge in the water, the water flow upstream bridge, flowing water, is the world is a dream. * * * * picturesque, like the mood. Open time, fall at that time. Listen to a GuQu, think of a chapter, tang poetry in the song search for love track, love, hatred, dim dim edge wind, and gather LiangWu trace, the feeling is also long, hatred also long. Listen, jiangnan swaying tree, scan window pink, the awaken of spring garden caged, that tiny depression. The world of mortals, you are a grain of dust, in a hurry. Meet, fate pending, farewell, fate already do. 

Looking at cloud, how many storms of much worry about? Love to strong place since the unforgettable, fine thinking, feeling like a spring flower, can, and he fell at that time. Edge as water, wind, and ah edge to edge is for life. Flying all over the sky, the past is like smoke vanishing, the setting sun is infinite near dusk, faint night breeze words desolate, flower and the fallen petal, ah edge to edge like a dream. Life geometry? Shenzhen, the fallen petal sentient beings, water has no intention of deep love, hurt more hate, love without regrets, since the unforgettable. There is a love, love is also true, just heart if dust rack. But the way, the world of mortals like dream, everything is empty. Let the spring to autumn to dream jiangnan 

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Life, at the right time meet the wrong person, that is no have points. In the wrong time meet the right one, so that is never meant. At the right time meet the right person, that is the true fate. Cherish the fate, waiting for life - signature 

Life is helpless, the world of mortals like dream, like ah, edge to also water. Ah edge to edge wind, edge deep edge shallow with several people? Ah edge to edge wind, edge poly edge scattered too hurry. No opposite don't meet, never meant to be with a sieve. Ah edge to edge water, flower end sometimes. Originated because of falling edge already do, leaves fall flower since fly, feeling to the depths heart lost. Never meant to be a no, edge springs out, when you say nothing at all. Love like dream, in a hurry. 

* * * * as if more favour in the south region of rivers and lakes. When the northern still snowflakes dancing, the south was a profusion of garden flowers the. Nice warm wind, the awaken of spring is abundant in March, YingFeiCaoChang, bright sunshine warm oblique secondary, dancing in the sunlight, the mist Yun Yin out hazy bearing, peach tree branch, pink color blanket the whole space, the advent of spring, everything phase competition growth, which BaiShang in the world of mortals, send out a full of fragrance. The lake as a mirror, willow river, brilliant flowers, landscape water, river water chan chan, the light of infinite jiangnan. Discuss the wind flowers language. Scan flyings, count the days of leaves, like a dream, like the feeling also worry about, love also worry about. 

Jiangnan spring breeze stroke, YangLiuYiYi, TaoGongLiuLu leaves full light green. The spring breeze attack hit, the cold wind, the rustling in the night, independent in our ever date place, light rain cool, YanCheng double, unlimited tears through the heart injury. The ancient way, peach flood incense. Remember the world of mortals refreshment, brandish do not go is the fog kind of sadness, full heart overflow overflow. Filar silk rain blow and push the red XieFang. Time like water, at the beginning of the refreshment of wake up, the body in the spring, the heart in the winter, see the fallen petal flowing water, rises and falls, just is the mood, the cloud volume cloud scud, such as fate. But now you have gradually disappear in my world of mortals years. 

The world of mortals lingering amorous feelings kinds, in simple encounter that fate always such as yesterday, hand in hand with all that is simple. The last to let affection deep confusion the sky always depressing, for a period of the past, miss the season alternation. Make a kind of hurt, always erosion a quiet heart. Let the memory of the past as the wind scattered, see a tide to sunrise and sunset, life as a fleeting illusion, perhaps, meet, love each other, turn around, rub shoulders, everything is doomed to the fate. 

Once upon a time in the world of mortals, life a record. Meet is a song, who know each other is song. Life is like only if the first sight, what autumn wind sad picture fan. From the acquaintance to dear friend, from know to love, from love to be together, perhaps this is a beautiful encounter and beautiful process. In the deepest in the world of mortals meet in the night, who is in the illation with deep feeling of music, who singing sadly slip one person heart, leaving reunion notes! Deep in the world of mortals, who is swaying in the wind in your thoughts, who is memory soaked your mood? Who is awakened you weave already a long time of dust dream? The wind slowly, rain misty day, umbrella falls is still the single dugu figure. 

How much tenderness, romantic several section, cut off time scan life, you, but not in situ. Ah flowers, edge out sweet almost, human beings, humanistic design, the extension is hard to find yesterday's time. And watch the sunset, after all, the night can also go to. Dream of spring non-trace will wake up. Spring and autumn; you and fallen flowers are numerous. And yellow leaves with shrivel; The peaks arouse disparate thoughts and hay repeatedly; Spring rain and dancing steps raining, I still infatuation observant, do not wish to change a little. Life, such as this season since the fall, the flower season fragrant fragrance, flowers fall, a vacant. 

Jiangnan lake, YangLiuYiYi, wind clear month lang, bringing the picturesque, jiangnan is like a poem, bridge in the water, the water flow upstream bridge, flowing water, is the world is a dream. * * * * picturesque, like the mood. Open time, fall at that time. Listen to a GuQu, think of a chapter, tang poetry in the song search for love track, love, hatred, dim dim edge wind, and gather LiangWu trace, the feeling is also long, hatred also long. Listen, jiangnan swaying tree, scan window pink, the awaken of spring garden caged, that tiny depression. The world of mortals, you are a grain of dust, in a hurry. Meet, fate pending, farewell, fate already do. 

Looking at cloud, how many storms of much worry about? Love to strong place since the unforgettable, fine thinking, feeling like a spring flower, can, and he fell at that time. Edge as water, wind, and ah edge to edge is for life. Flying all over the sky, the past is like smoke vanishing, the setting sun is infinite near dusk, faint night breeze words desolate, flower and the fallen petal, ah edge to edge like a dream. Life geometry? Shenzhen, the fallen petal sentient beings, water has no intention of deep love, hurt more hate, love without regrets, since the unforgettable. There is a love, love is also true, just heart if dust rack. But the way, the world of mortals like dream, everything is empty. Let the spring to autumn to dream jiangnan 

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Like to go the distance, has been contemplating, has also been on the go. Far away, we consider is, whether it is suitable for us, perhaps, what it attracts us. Does not rule out of it, you fall in love at first sight, it was love at the moment you see it, not.

Love a person, actually this is. Some people said that, likes a person is a kind of feeling, love is a feeling. Love, can't say why, but love, but will be sympathetic. Since love is a kind of feeling, so, don't feel may be permanent, passion, everything will disappear. Love, is to be sympathetic, only do relate to each other.

Going far Town, we will think in imagination, it is a very attractive, very romantic place, like a beautiful encounter, can graze your prince charming, and then began a romantic journey, the journey may encounter a beautiful scenery, but eventually have to move the footsteps, because, we belong to, only the one place. Far Town, where, for perhaps only we take it into one's head to go, then, is worn away, back to the place of his own, and perhaps, settle in, because love overflowing, left there is loss of life. Don't wait until the results really what it is, too early to become accustomed to, finally will xiangruyimo.

Love a person, does not like to travel far town. Love a person, want, just an ordinary. Fall in love with the ordinary people, we might have the impulse, also want to happen for a very exciting adventure, experience, after stimulation, from his journey again the original road return, want to go back to their previous ordinary, but, your impulse, may also be a throbbing move others. When you be most willing to really be willing to ordinary time, you'll find out, the scenery along the way has been changed, just your guilty conscience, ignore many. Occurrence affairs with you, and others still have affairs, because as long as he is willing to him is a beautiful scenery line, perhaps, he also through various experiences become ordinary, too ordinary. And you, but you can not be ordinary. You can't go back.

Go far Town, like to get a rebirth, start a new life in a strange place, wash their past. Perhaps, in the place where you are a stranger, but this place will not take you as a stranger, because, it has enough tolerance will you hold, you may occasionally miss the past, but it is a far, in town for a long time, since then, you will not change because, you will grow up eventually, the love, love you, love you love, love you love. In the far Town, in this strange place, you will have lost one day, afraid of what, there are signs to tell you in the right direction.

Love to love the people, is a happy thing. You may have missed, maybe you have lost. However, there is a man standing there waiting for you, waiting for you to stop, he can wait for you, will never abandon, should thank his tolerance, also should thank he let you return to the ordinary, thank him for his final choice and you to live together.

Love turns, stop-and-go, may not go back to the past, but will also begin to. Don't because of an ordinary landscape choose to flee, not because of a very beautiful encounter forgot to eventually be ordinary.

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Everyone has the right to love, everyone will also be a wounding weapon! You love me, but also hurt me!

I love you very much, I like to kiss you, and you will take it as a pleasure, when you like to hug me, and I will take it as my patent!

I'm glad I was born in such a family, family harmony, there is no generation gap between parents and children, we can be as close as friends, I always imagine that we're always happy life together, from primary school to junior high to high school, learning the way Cheng Yibo seventy percent off me, you never said I, you always silently supporting me, you always say never mind, but I know that you really care about, you just don't willing to give me pressure, but the child will grow up, one day when I grow up, I read your hard, but also read your expectations, I try my best study hard, and finally I succeeded, I clearly remember when I took the first name certificate to you, your eyes pleased and happy, I have been working hard in order to share the joy, I enjoy you because of I but proud of that kind of success, but one day, I inadvertently found you were in the hospital, said very sad, I am your children, your hospital I was inadvertently discovered, that moment, you know my heart the feeling of pain, you want to deceive me, but when I know, I would be more pain!

From then on, my heart becomes small, I love you, so afraid to lose you, also because of this reason, I gave up my studies, I don't want you to go to my school so hard, I can no longer afford to watch you take medicine with trembling hands scenarios, you know every time I see you take medicine, eat medicine to work, my heart is like the same needle pain, my heart is bleeding, you just an ordinary peasant, do the most exhausting work in the coal mines, I would not let you go, but I have not the qualification, because it was myself forced you to go, but I want to read, I want a fee, you don't so hard, so hard! So I give up all confidence in oneself, I deliberately indulge themselves, put their results down, you are advised for half a year but still did not score!

You know, I'm afraid " shuyujingerfengbuzhi, son wants parents not to be " the tragedy happened on me, I would rather give up their studies, I would rather I rest a little hard, I want to have a healthy you, for you I can give up everything to me! So I left school, when the South on the train I sit, my dream is I come back when we embrace the scene, but I never thought we don't from the station has become our farewell, coming back again, take me instead of you, you lying there quietly, till I see you I am not willing to believe that the truth, God how can be so cruel to me, I have to give up everything to me, how should I love you the power to deprive!

Then there is no happiness in my world, you love me, I love you so, but you live a few times, I don't know, how many times have you . I don't know, I hate myself! Do you think to deceive me will make me better, but never thought that one day I know everything, but it was too late to tell you that I love you, I have much pain! So even if you love me, as you all my love! But in the end I hurt the most is you, because you hide, I lost the chance to love you! I lost your love opportunities! Lost and you say a chance to speak! Lose a lot ... ...

So you love me the most, also hurt me the most! Because of love, so let me the most injured!

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The weather was warm and bright, and we found the guard of the boat, as they call the gallery that runs round the cabins, a very agreeable station; here we all sat as long as light lasted, and sometimes wrapped in our shawls, we enjoyed the clear bright beauty of American moonlight long after every passenger but ourselves had retired. We had a full complement of passengers on board. The deck, as is usual, was occupied by the Kentucky flat-boat men, returning from New Orleans, after having disposed of the boat and cargo which they had conveyed thither, with no other labour than that of steering her, the current bringing her down at the rate of four miles an hour. We had about two hundred of these men on board, but the part of the vessel occupied by them is so distinct from the cabins, that we never saw them, except when we stopped to take in wood; and then they ran, or rather sprung and vaulted over each other’s heads to the shore, whence they all assisted in carrying wood to supply the steam engine; the performance of this duty being a stipulated part of the payment of their passage.

From the account given by a man servant we had on board, who shared their quarters, they are a most disorderly set of persons, constantly gambling and wrangling, very seldom sober, and never suffering a night to pass without giving practical proof of the respect in which they hold the doctrines of equality, and community of property. The clerk of the vessel was kind enough to take our man under his protection, and assigned him a berth in his own little nook; but as this was not inaccessible, he told him by no means to detach his watch or money from his person during the night. Whatever their moral characteristics may be, these Kentuckians are a very noble-looking race of men; their average height considerably exceeds that of Europeans, and their countenances, excepting when disfigured by red hair, which is not unfrequent, extremely handsome.

The gentlemen in the cabin (we had no ladies) would certainly neither, from their language, manners, nor appearance, have received that designation in Europe; but we soon found their claim to it rested on more substantial ground, for we heard them nearly all addressed by the titles of general, colonel, and major. On mentioning these military dignities to an English friend some time afterwards, he told me that he too had made the voyage with the same description of company, but remarking that there was not a single captain among them; he made the observation to a fellow-passenger, and asked how he accounted for it. “Oh, sir, the captains are all on deck,” was the reply.

Our honours, however, were not all military, for we had a judge among us. I know it is equally easy and invidious to ridicule the peculiarities of appearance and manner in people of a different nation from ourselves; we may, too, at the same moment, be undergoing the same ordeal in their estimation; and, moreover, I am by no means disposed to consider whatever is new to me as therefore objectionable; but, nevertheless, it was impossible not to feel repugnance to many of the novelties that now surrounded me.

The total want of all the usual courtesies of the table, the voracious rapidity with which the viands were seized and devoured, the strange uncouth phrases and pronunciation; the loathsome spitting, from the contamination of which it was absolutely impossible to protect our dresses; the frightful manner of feeding with their knives, till the whole blade seemed to enter into the mouth; and the still more frightful manner of cleaning the teeth afterwards with a pocket knife, soon forced us to feel that we were not surrounded by the generals, colonels, and majors of the old world; and that the dinner hour was to be any thing rather than an hour of enjoyment.

The little conversation that went forward while we remained in the room, was entirely political, and the respective claims of Adams and Jackson to the presidency were argued with more oaths and more vehemence than it had ever been my lot to hear. Once a colonel appeared on the verge of assaulting a major, when a huge seven-foot Kentuckian gentleman horse-dealer, asked of the heavens to confound them both, and bade them sit still and be d — d. We too thought we should share this sentence; at least sitting still in the cabin seemed very nearly to include the rest of it, and we never tarried there a moment longer than was absolutely necessary to eat.

The unbroken flatness of the banks of the Mississippi continued unvaried for many miles above New Orleans; but the graceful and luxuriant palmetto, the dark and noble ilex, and the bright orange, were every where to be seen, and it was many days before we were weary of looking at them. We occasionally used the opportunity of the boat’s stopping to take in wood for a ten minutes’ visit to the shore; we in this manner explored a field of sugar canes, and loaded ourselves with as much of the sweet spoil as we could carry. Many of the passengers seemed fond of the luscious juice that is easily expressed from the canes, but it was too sweet for my palate. We also visited, in the same rapid manner, a cotton plantation. A handsome spacious building was pointed out to us as a convent, where a considerable number of young ladies were educated by the nuns.

At one or two points the wearisome level line of forest is relieved by bluffs, as they call the short intervals of high ground. The town of Natches is beautifully situated on one of these high spots; the climate here, in the warm season, is as fatal as that of New Orleans; were it not for this, Natches would have great attractions to new settlers. The beautiful contrast that its bright green hill forms with the dismal line of black forest that stretches on every side, the abundant growth of pawpaw, palmetto and orange, the copious variety of sweet-scented flowers that flourish there, all make it appear like an oasis in the desert. Natches is the furthest point to the north at which oranges ripen in the open air, or endure the winter without shelter. With the exception of this sweet spot, I thought all the little towns and villages we passed, wretched looking, in the extreme. As the distance from New Orleans increased, the air of wealth and comfort exhibited in its immediate neighbourhood disappeared, and but for one or two clusters of wooden houses, calling themselves towns, and borrowing some pompous name, generally from Greece or Rome, we might have thought ourselves the first of the human race who had ever penetrated into this territory of bears and alligators. But still from time to time appeared the hut of the wood-cutter, who supplies the steam-boats with fuel, at the risk, or rather with the assurance of early death, in exchange for dollars and whiskey. These sad dwellings are nearly all of them inundated during the winter, and the best of them are constructed on piles, which permit the water to reach its highest level without drowning the wretched inhabitants. These unhappy beings are invariably the victims of ague, which they meet recklessly, sustained by the incessant use of ardent spirits. The squalid look of the miserable wives and children of these men was dreadful, and often as the spectacle was renewed I could never look at it with indifference. Their complexion is of a blueish white, that suggests the idea of dropsy; this is invariable, and the poor little ones wear exactly the same ghastly hue. A miserable cow and a few pigs standing knee-deep in water, distinguish the more prosperous of these dwellings, and on the whole I should say that I never witnessed human nature reduced so low, as it appeared in the wood-cutters’ huts on the unwholesome banks of the Mississippi.

It is said that at some points of this dismal river, crocodiles are so abundant as to add the terror of their attacks to the other sufferings of a dwelling there. We were told a story of a squatter, who having “located” himself close to the river’s edge, proceeded to build his cabin. This operation is soon performed, for social feeling and the love of whiskey bring all the scanty neighbourhood round a new corner, to aid him in cutting down trees, and in rolling up the logs, till the mansion is complete. This was done; the wife and five young children were put in possession of their new home, and slept soundly after a long march. Towards daybreak the husband and father was awakened by a faint cry, and looking up, beheld relics of three of his children scattered over the floor, and an enormous crocodile, with several young ones around her, occupied in devouring the remnants of their horrid meal. He looked round for a weapon, but finding none, and aware that unarmed he could do nothing, he raised himself gently on his bed, and contrived to crawl from thence through a window, hoping that his wife, whom he left sleeping, might with the remaining children rest undiscovered till his return. He flew to his nearest neighbour and besought his aid; in less than half an hour two men returned with him, all three well armed; but alas! they were too late! the wife and her two babes lay mangled on their bloody bed. The gorged reptiles fell an easy prey to their assailants, who, upon examining the place, found the hut had been constructed close to the mouth of a large hole, almost a cavern, where the monster had hatched her hateful brood.

Among other sights of desolation which mark this region, condemned of nature, the lurid glare of a burning forest was almost constantly visible after sunset, and when the wind so willed, the smoke arising from it floated in heavy vapour over our heads. Not all the novelty of the scene, not all its vastness, could prevent its heavy horror wearying the spirits. Perhaps the dinners and suppers I have described may help to account for this; but certain it is, that when we had wondered for a week at the ceaseless continuity of forest; had first admired, and then wearied of the festooned drapery of Spanish moss; when we had learned to distinguish the different masses of timber that passed us, or that we passed, as a “snag,” a “log” or a “sawyer;” when we had finally made up our minds that the gentlemen of the Kentucky and Ohio military establishments, were not of the same genus as those of the Tuilleries and St. James’s, we began to wish that we could sleep more hours away. As we advanced to the northward we were no longer cheered by the beautiful border of palmettos; and even the amusement of occasionally spying out a sleeping crocodile was over.

Just in this state, when we would have fain believed that every mile we went, carried us two towards Memphis, a sudden and violent shock startled us frightfully.

“It is a sawyer!” said one.

“It is a snag!” cried another.

“We are aground!” exclaimed the captain.

“Aground? Good heavens! and how long shall we stay here?”

“The Lord in his providence can only tell, but long enough to tire my patience, I expect.”

And the poor English ladies, how fared they the while?

Two breakfasts, two dinners, and a supper did they eat, with the Ohio and Kentucky gentlemen, before they moved an inch. Several steam-boats passed while we were thus enthralled; but some were not strong enough to attempt drawing us off, and some attempted it, but were not strong enough to succeed; at length a vast and mighty “thing of life” approached, threw out grappling irons; and in three minutes the business was done; again we saw the trees and mud slide swiftly past us; and a hearty shout from every passenger on deck declared their joy.

At length we had the pleasure of being told that we had arrived at Memphis; but this pleasure was considerably abated by the hour of our arrival, which was midnight, and by the rain, which was falling in torrents.

Memphis stands on a high bluff, and at the time of our arrival was nearly inaccessible. The heavy rain which had been falling for many hours would have made any steep ascent difficult, but unfortunately a new road had been recently marked out, which beguiled us into its almost bottomless mud, from the firmer footing of the unbroken cliff. Shoes and gloves were lost in the mire, for we were glad to avail ourselves of all our limbs, and we reached the grand hotel in a most deplorable state.

Miss Wright was well known there, and as soon as her arrival was announced, every one seemed on the alert to receive her, and we soon found ourselves in possession of the best rooms in the hotel. The house was new, and in what appeared to me a very comfortless condition, but I was then new to Western America, and unaccustomed to their mode of “getting along,” as they term it. This phrase is eternally in use among them, and seems to mean existing with as few of the comforts of life as possible.

We slept soundly however, and rose in the hope of soon changing our mortar-smelling-quarters for Miss Wright’s Nashoba.

But we presently found that the rain which had fallen during the night would make it hazardous to venture through the forests of Tennessee in any sort of carriage; we therefore had to pass the day at our queer comfortless hotel. The steam-boat had wearied me of social meals, and I should have been thankful to have eaten our dinner of hard venison and peach-sauce in a private room; but this, Miss Wright said was impossible; the lady of the house would consider the proposal as a personal affront, and, moreover, it would be assuredly refused. This latter argument carried weight with it, and when the great bell was sounded from an upper window of the house, we proceeded to the dining-room. The table was laid for fifty persons, and was already nearly full. Our party had the honour of sitting near “the lady,” but to check the proud feelings to which such distinction might give birth, my servant, William, sat very nearly opposite to me. The company consisted of all the shop-keepers (store-keepers as they are called throughout the United States) of the little town. The mayor also, who was a friend of Miss Wright’s, was of the party; he is a pleasing gentlemanlike man, and seems strangely misplaced in a little town on the Mississippi. We were told that since the erection of this hotel, it has been the custom for all the male inhabitants of the town to dine and breakfast there. They ate in perfect silence, and with such astonishing rapidity that their dinner was over literally before our’s was began; the instant they ceased to eat, they darted from the table in the same moody silence which they had preserved since they entered the room, and a second set took their places, who performed their silent parts in the same manner. The only sounds heard were those produced by the knives and forks, with the unceasing chorus of coughing, &c. No women were present except ourselves and the hostess; the good women of Memphis being well content to let their lords partake of Mrs. Anderson’s turkeys and venison, (without their having the trouble of cooking for them), whilst they regale themselves on mash and milk at home.

The remainder of the day passed pleasantly enough in rambling round the little town, which is situated at the most beautiful point of the Mississippi; the river is here so wide as to give it the appearance of a noble lake; an island, covered with lofty forest trees divides it, and relieves by its broad mass of shadow the uniformity of its waters. The town stretches in a rambling irregular manner along the cliff, from the Wolf River, one of the innumerable tributaries to the Mississippi, to about a mile below it. Half a mile more of the cliff beyond the town is cleared of trees, and produces good pasture for horses, cows, and pigs; sheep they had none. At either end of this space the forest again rears its dark wall, and seems to say to man, “so far shalt thou come, and no farther!” Courage and industry, however, have braved the warning. Behind this long street the town straggles back into the forest, and the rude path that leads to the more distant log dwellings becomes wilder at every step. The ground is broken by frequent water-courses, and the bridges that lead across them are formed by trunks of trees thrown over the stream, which support others of smaller growth, that are laid across them. These bridges are not very pleasant to pass, for they totter under the tread of a man, and tremble most frightfully beneath a horse or a waggon; they are, however, very picturesque. The great height of the trees, the quantity of pendant vine branches that hang amongst them; and the variety of gay plumaged birds, particularly the small green parrot, made us feel we were in a new world; and a repetition of our walk the next morning would have pleased us well, but Miss Wright was anxious to get home, and we were scarcely less so to see her Nashoba. A clumsy sort of caravan drawn by two horses was prepared for us; and we set off in high spirits for an expedition of fifteen miles through the forest. To avoid passing one of the bridges above described, which was thought insecure, our negro driver took us through a piece of water, which he assured us was not deep “to matter” however we soon lost sight of our pole, and as we were evidently descending, we gently remonstrated with him on the danger of proceeding, but he only grinned, and flogged in reply; we soon saw the front wheels disappear, and horses began to plunge and kick most alarmingly, but still without his looking at all disturbed. At length the splinter-bar gave way, upon which the black philosopher said very composedly, “I expect you’ll best be riding out upon the horses, as we’ve got into an unhandsome fix here.” Miss Wright, who sat composedly smiling at the scene, said, “Yes, Jacob, that is what we must do;” and with some difficulty we, in this manner, reached the shore, and soon found ourselves again assembled round Mrs. Anderson’s fire.

It was soon settled that we must delay our departure till the waters had subsided, but Miss Wright was too anxious to reach home to endure this delay and she set off again on horseback, accompanied by our man servant, who told me afterwards that they rode through places that might have daunted the boldest hunter, but that “Miss Wright took it quite easy.”

The next day we started again, and the clear air, the bright sun, the novel wildness of the dark forest, and our keenly awakened curiosity, made the excursion delightful, and enabled us to bear without shrinking the bumps and bruises we encountered. We soon lost all trace of a road, at least so it appeared to us, for the stumps of the trees, which had been cut away to open a passage, were left standing three feet high. Over these, the high-hung Deerborn, as our carriage was called, passed safely; but it required some miles of experience to convince us that every stump would not be our last; it was amusing to watch the cool and easy skill with which the driver wound his horses and wheels among these stumps. I thought he might have been imported to Bond street with great advantage. The forest became thicker and more dreary-looking every mile we advanced, but our ever-grinning negro declared it was a right good road, and that we should be sure to get to Nashoba.

And so we did. . . . and one glance sufficed to convince me that every idea I had formed of the place was as far as possible from the truth. Desolation was the only feeling — the only word that presented itself; but it was not spoken. I think, however, that Miss Wright was aware of the painful impression the sight of her forest home produced on me, and I doubt not that the conviction reached us both at the same moment, that we had erred in thinking that a few months passed together at this spot could be productive of pleasure to either. But to do her justice, I believe her mind was so exclusively occupied by the object she had then in view, that all things else were worthless, or indifferent to her. I never heard or read of any enthusiasm approaching her’s, except in some few instances, in ages past, of religious fanaticism.

It must have been some feeling equally powerful which enabled Miss Wright, accustomed to all the comfort and refinement of Europe, to imagine not only that she herself could exist in this wilderness, but that her European friends could enter there, and not feel dismayed at the savage aspect of the scene. The annexed plate gives a faithful view of the cleared space and buildings which form the settlement. Each building consisted of two large rooms furnished in the most simple manner; nor had they as yet collected round them any of those minor comforts which ordinary minds class among the necessaries of life. But in this our philosophical friend seemed to see no evil; nor was there any mixture of affectation in this indifference; it was a circumstance really and truly beneath her notice. Her whole heart and soul were occupied by the hope of raising the African to the level of European intellect; and even now, that I have seen this favourite fabric of her imagination fall to pieces beneath her feet, I cannot recall the self-devotion with which she gave herself to it, without admiration.

The only white persons we found at Nashoba were my amiable friend, Mrs. W—, the sister of Miss Wright, and her husband. I think they had between thirty and forty slaves, including children, but when I was there no school had been established. Books and other materials for the great experiment had been collected, and one or two professors engaged, but nothing was yet organized. I found my friend Mrs. W— in very bad health, which she confessed she attributed to the climate. This naturally so much alarmed me for my children, that I decided upon leaving the place with as little delay as possible, and did so at the end of ten days.

I do not exactly know what was the immediate cause which induced Miss Wright to abandon a scheme which had taken such possession of her imagination, and on which she had expended so much money; but many months had not elapsed before I learnt, with much pleasure, that she and her sister had also left it. I think it probable that she became aware upon returning to Nashoba, that the climate was too hostile to their health. All I know farther of Nashoba is, that Miss Wright having found (from some cause or other) that it was impossible to pursue her object, herself accompanied her slaves to Hayti, and left them there, free, and under the protection of the President.

I found no beauty in the scenery round Nashoba, nor can I conceive that it would possess any even in summer. The trees were so close to each other as not to permit the growth of underwood, the great ornament of the forest at New Orleans, and still less of our seeing any openings, where the varying effects of light and shade might atone for the absence of other objects. The clearing round the settlement appeared to me inconsiderable and imperfect; but I was told that they had grown good crops of cotton and Indian corn. The weather was dry and agreeable, and the aspects of the heavens by night surprisingly beautiful. I never saw moonlight so clear, so pure, so powerful.

We returned to Memphis on the 26th January, 1828, and found ourselves obliged to pass five days there, awaiting a steam-boat for Cincinnati, to which metropolis of the west, I was now determined to proceed with my family to await the arrival of Mr. Trollope. We were told by everyone we spoke to at Memphis, that it was in all respects the finest situation west of the Alleghanies. We found many lovely walks among the broken forest glades around Memphis, which, together with a morning and evening enjoyment of the effects of a glowing horizon on the river, enabled us to wait patiently for the boat that was to bear us away.

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Autumn, the wind light rain, flowers, rustling, month Rourou, with beauty, also without injury.

This season, less fresh spring, light summer gorgeous, abundance and the vicissitudes of life collection time, also won a tired and sad, the lost and has a life of quick, sensitive heart, but was touched, infection, a sentimental.

Colorful time, slip away, seemingly quiet and calm, but still able to capture it on wandering vaguely through empty. Always be scanty of words, the mood is always hum about, too many words to say, numerous mood to express, only to find a vent a little comfort, using fingertips tracing the true feelings, the only audience is yourself.

The night, the safety of the castle. Sometimes, also be afraid this is black shrouded deep fear and loneliness, as if all the clouds will come in an instant collapse, destruction is not life, but the heart, can not escape and hide, fall into the beyond redemption cover.

So, in the night listening to the habit of the voices of all things, pursuing a moonlit stars in the sky. When the incessant sound in the ears of curling long aftertaste, when decorate piece of light scattered quiet air pale eyes, is no longer so tangled by those who have.

The heart, in the deepest in the world of mortals the quiet, decadent, day and month and year after year, stop-and-go have a look, but do not go out to the city. In the years ending, in the fleeting time, hug and kiss the wind, with the keyboard touching, the term thousands of mood in the fingertip flow into the saddest lines, soft and flexible.

Apparently sensitive to live, always bear a heavy fine, silent and sad. In continuously the distressed eyes, in exploring the many curious, be concerned too long, would be chaos illegible own, go is how to fall to bump of life? Life would be so bad? Happy to arrive?

The wind too, to provoke the eyes, rain, wet memory, flowers fall, for the soul, together, cold heart. Finally, autumn heart sorrowful, constantly tangled cut.

Two.

The leaves of melancholy, rain lingering, the flourishing leaves and withering flowers, already unloaded the makeup.

Memories remain wields does not disperse, heart waiting for long old. Years of cloud water Zen practice, the end is not worthy of breaking, not away from, say a heaven can be overturned, tears silently.

Like the pure white, light pink, light blue, pure green, always simple, clean, fresh and cool, not gloomy, not whitewash enchanting, don't resist, without affectation, the United States and the United States.

So, often look at a street beautiful window in a daze, Chi Chi, don't want to be near, also do not want to leave. Can't change the distances that angle, afraid of a little short of a specific provisions, and then can't be just perfect, as love beautiful. So drunk and gaze around, even if time and again, as the world is silent at sea.

The sun was clearly, no longer gushing publicity, more soft and gentle, the bright desperately covering the years pale, eyes stubbornly looking for birds in the sky, seemingly free birds mischievously fish, generation after generation only endless pairwise across, and that is what a tragedy? And who had seen their tears and regret?

He had heard, face with dimples neck or chest with the mole people, not to be missed, because she is so stubborn land mark to find previous drop of love. If that is true, but why life lonely, desolate, searching, always miss you, miss love, miss those years those beautiful.

Dew on a cluster, touch the tip of the lukewarm, scattered in the beautiful mood, out in the cold season fragrant mind, once fiery lingering cold. A clear and transparent soul, could not resist this red camwood romantic love, only empty with tenderness.

Open palm, want to let the joy was a real one, hold time, felt powerless pale.

Close your eyes, thought can shut the sadness, but found that, as the heart of sadness galloping not rest River, more think more frantic.

Three.

Yellow leaves dance with the wind, strong to worry over spilled, a paper heart to who knows?

Between heaven and earth, water shore, I see love Menchu and sand China, beauty acme, the pain penetrates even into the marrow, realistically staged in the eyes, in the eyes of the club in the heart, ice heart graceful poem, tip of the brow has hidden a few heavy.

Always like to do not to the point of the dream, peach flowers flowing away with water deep at leisure, elegant, quiet moonlight in the lotus pond, lotus nut if Zen calm, love Mei Xue dependent, white snow soft net ... ... The layers of beauty in the heart Dangqi, give a empty joy.

No worldly woman, destiny, thin cool tolerance. In fact, to never, only need a bright, a ray of sunshine, a temperature, you can believe in love forever the possibility of happiness.

It is an extreme woman, then do a thousand sails after him, only cold walking, silent indifference, empty bags, completely will keep.

Eyebrow long human weight. Sometimes really want to ignore, ignore the world, ignoring the people and things around them, ignoring all the emotion, only love yourself. But time and again to his cruel and resolute, cut off all escape, only to confidently face the messy reality.

Want to go to a strange place, off the phone, broken QQ, deliberately all cold, forcing yourself to do not care, do not miss, do not rely on, not fragile. Castle Peak water 's brink, or crusted wound easily lifted, tearing the numbness of the soul.

This life, seen the beauty of flowers, who understand the injury? Once our powder, ruined so many crazy heart, the flower, the flower dream, still worthy of pity.

In this world, seen on soft Momo, who know the Tarnished Angels? The goddess of the moon, jade rabbit pound medicine, Wu Gang osmanthus, who have their own city, but who silently endure.

Meet the warm who, who who love drunk, he hurt, forget the pain?

The beautiful leaves, who, who, who can read, wait for a cold?

Four.

Red maple leaves all over the floor, sky caixia.

Once sitting mountain song song birds, had to keep to the sun and the night alone, had unique lotus pond with lotus heart, had boiled swim flowers cry sad ... ... Each time, the lonely Cantabile, beautiful poem, whereas shallow sorrow covered with soft heart.

The most warm red earth meet, separation of the coldest, Acacia into a cocoon, and eventually into a butterfly. Don't say love, no pain, not to hurt the parting words, not only will treasure, thousands of emotion into turning the poem, in the text dependent phase v. friend.

The autumn moon, through the cold snow and ice cream, across the lonely face, in the heart of stranded long pain, but said not that feeling, like the numbness and sober, with just a life long, only to miss.

Spring autumn several years, a few scattered, butterflies, broken bridge, pagoda inclination, one off. Since then, the world into an empty city, only the memories of the movie dancing lonely miss, miss the season, recalling the life, speechless and fragrance, sweet and soft eyes as.

Side of the green grass, that a leisurely Pik Wan days, once love EI concentrated, never predicted separation. Hate hate only short, spring Yunmeng fleet, and dream to wake up, yesterday's scenery, has become today the heavy luggage, can not be unloaded, also can not exceed, and filled with tired.

The fleeting light, clear a few songs, the difficulty of outstanding margin, in the years when the ferry locking eyes, frost and dew several empty strings, infatuated Xu, dial the disorderly, insisted on chasing shouldn't dream.

The sky is clear, with pale gesture, in the spirit world pixel white appearance, expect a not separate meet, then, you are my miracle, I am your blessings, need not sunny surrounded, need only a meter of sunshine.

This one season, gone too soon. This road, go too long too long. In this life, to live is to live a hard life. How, to dream of a round?

At present, there are thousands of landscape, heart, if it is all love long, always can't write well don't draw this autumn.

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"What happened?" ZhuoMiao uncomfortable, hot face, don't know is the heat smoked, or because embarrassed. 

"ZhuoMiao......" KouZi opened the head, and stopped, he put down the hand, focus on the downstairs, and then in the ZhuoMiao thought he wouldn't say something, ask, "ZhuoMiao, that day you see?" 

ZhuoMiao heart "click" once, want to escape but, today is the. 

She nodded, just nod, did not say anything. 

KouZi also didn't talk again, ZhuoMiao head looked at him. KouZi slinky side face, now in her eyes full of sadness, deeply. 

"KouZi, do you have of the person you like? Love is like that?" Didn't want to think more, the words so blurt out, perhaps, this is her has long been trying to understand things. 

"Ha ha... it is! It should be!" KouZi smile, but in the eyes, but reveals the contradiction look, sad, hesitant, and kind of struggle, "I have very like ah, say, ZhuoMiao, I really like you......" 

"No... don't." ZhuoMiao interrupt KouZi words, looking at his face insouciance smile, she can't stand, it's not that, not! The so-called love, it is a sacred things, should not be so! That's a joke, this is the damage? 

"Do you like, was the kiss you, your sister?" Like throwing caution to the wind, ZhuoMiao although hesitate, but still resolutely say that come out. What has been, it was relieved. 

KouZi silent, his eyes looking straight to black sky. The distance, with faint stars or 2 o 'clock, but looks actually is so dimly discernible, as if at any time will be the night devour. 

"I like her, she is not my sister!" KouZi said so, equal to the default all everything. 

In ZhuoMiao cannot tell what it is like, I like the boy, have the like of the object, but also his sister, she did not know should be sad, or for KouZi feel sad. 

"Would you think we are sick?" KouZi smiled to smile, the face in the smile, the corners of the mouth smile, but in the eyes but is full of sad, "she is not my sister, never is. She is our family nanny daughter, then nanny into a mistress, she became my nominal sister." 

ZhuoMiao silence, KouZi also paused, hand straight from the shoulder with a face, continued: "our home, if that is home, it has always been my a person, no matter what time, accompany me, only her. So, maybe... maybe natural things. My dad met, on the rampage, I don't know for a meeting with nanny cheating people, moral ethics would be much important things, unless it was him outside the daughter of live, I have been think so. So, you see, how much we sinful, hum......" 

KouZi full of ironic cold hum, ZhuoMiao listen, the heart is cool. What to say? KouZi looks good despair, she didn't know what to do to heal his eyes, the cynical and sadness. 

"You... you know, like a person, there is no wrong!" She said so, also really think so, it is sister how. If you like, and what I can do? 

"ZhuoMiao......" KouZi gently cried out her name, the sound is too gentle, carelessly, will be so attractive, "ZhuoMiao, do you like me?" 

She was drunk, really, in the eyes of KouZi, drunk. 

Nod, she only conscientious carefully to place the head. 

"Is a very serious like? Really?" Like a helpless child, KouZi so cocked his head and looked at ZhuoMiao. 

Didn't know where, I heard a woman loves a man, how are not too, but once she to the men have the maternal care, that it is finished, in this life, may be difficult to get rid of. At the moment, ZhuoMiao have such feeling, she finished, this time, is totally occupied by the enemy. 

Look at this KouZi, her heart be very painful, is the felling of heartache, don't say a definite answer, even let her hell on inferno, she also can only be a "good" word. 

KouZi have been ruthlessly stare at ZhuoMiao until see her nod, just relieved like, mumbling said: "then please don't leave me, accompany me, always!" 

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ShiBin teeth gritted, brimming with heart simmering??????? Fire, hand hold her??????? . She went to the flick, don't let him touch, hand tighter,??????? Head of the veins stood out already??????? Exposed, a deceived. She was trying to hold back, have been trying to hold back, she must be scared, but, in addition to trembling but she didn't make any noise, silence to let a person be afraid. 

ShiBin gently holding her hand, don't let her escape, a little switch out her fingers, firmly grasp a her hand and the palm is completely wet. His heart was a smoke, the right hand more forcibly took her ring into her arms, her face deeply buried into the chest: "it's all right, all right." His gentle voice in her ear to low whistle, trying to get her to relax. 

The car quickly in a residence building stop, ShiBin paid the money get off first, and bowed down from the car will hold out if. 

If from eyelid micro, under consciousness to shrink more tight. ShiBin heart love again: "don't be afraid, security." ShiBin quickly if will be held from room, "band" the sound GuanMenSheng if upon from the room opened my eyes, the eyes in midstream, but she just mouth twitched, the body struggled a few, still silent. 

"This is my home." If ShiBin will from gently on the sofa and caresses her messy hair, "you so back, your mother will worry about." If the eyes from lax staring at him, saying nothing, light lips quiver, with his hands still hold??????? Head. 

ShiBin open chest??????? A clean T-shirt, if back from the side, light helps her shoulder: "go to take a bath." If from dazedly raises its eyes looking toward him, that has never been the eyes of fear and panic let his heart without rhyme or reason to rip ache. Eyes so fragile YanRe from is he had never seen, but at this moment, she will still all afraid crush in mind, let a person loves dearly. 

The ShiBin if from picked up, went into the bathroom, put her in the ground, will T-shirt hanging in clothes hook, with the flower is aspersed, adjusted the water temperature, will she gently helped in the flower to asperse: "don't be afraid, I was outside." Then, deeply stares at a look, just go out bathroom door shut. 

ShiBin a shut the door will be agitated to find smoke, it is not easy to point to smoke, just detection oneself of hand should also in the shake. ShiBin hurriedly will smoke plug in imports ruthlessly taking a few mouth, suction too quickly, makes him even more than cough. 

The bathroom half a little action all have no, ShiBin smoked nervously, struggling to not to knock on the door of the bathroom. It seemed like a century long, finally heard there is water, ShiBinCai finally through the breath. 

Soon he smoked a cigarette, then take a single point, go to the balcony quickly take out a cellular phone dial a number. Silent night, his deep voice such as ice skate across: "six elder brother, help me find personal, quick!" ShiBin said along while to get into the house, looking at the bathroom still lock door, eyebrows a twist. The bathroom in addition to have been "hua" noise of the water, the other no voice, not let a person dismayed. 

He has been in the hall pace, cigarette a root and then a root to smoke, the in the mind is full of remorse. Today he shouldn't be late, shouldn't let her go back alone, all blame he took her car, and not according to the covenant to pick her up. 

ShiBin testily catch hair, eyes flash across over inhumanity hurts just that scene, he just want to calling to confirm if she arrived back home safe and sound, but the telephone has been nobody answered, his heart already??????? Hanging up, quickly to her mouth, when we see the lane that has rushed out of a figure, he was shocked. The man, is YanRe away, she?????????????? ShiBin clamp the cigarette hand can't help to shake up, she was not in the chest, and even slightly open, hand holding neckline, hair in the forehead, he did not want to?????????????? She does have?????????????? As long as once thought she saw him that such as the eyes see god, he knew she was how helpless, how still badly shaken. 

Underwater acoustic still, ShiBin standing on the ground already??????? Countless cigarette and began to some worry. YanRe from already??????? In fast half an hour, how also not good? Finally, ShiBinChong to the bathroom door, light clap glass door: "YanRe away, ok?" In addition the water, without any response. 

ShiBin continue to take the door: "YanRe from?" Still no action, ShiBin began to worry, take more tight, she don't what. "YanRe away, and you talk ah, otherwise I came in." The bathroom water slowly small, finally stopped. 

ShiBin stood at the door quietly listen, no sound, a long time, the door finally slowly??????? Open, YanRe from wearing his wide T-shirt stood behind the door, the hair no brush, wet DaDa to the shoulders. 

ShiBin leng once, ran into the bathroom with a piece of dry towel, cover on her head and hug her out of the bathroom. 

YanRe from quietly sitting on the sofa, let him take a towel to wipe her hair, she is just sit quietly, staring at the ground,??????? Head still hold. 

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Chapter ten waiting for migratory birds, until the end of life 

In 1996 the European cup, Germany to become European champions. Li valve midnight up to see the final, because it is German. 

In the morning she call PeiShangXuan, asked him if he watching the game. He drowsy, ambiguous asked: "you are not like Argentina?" 

In 1990 the Italian summer, for PeiShangXuan just a bet. He support Germany, may not have much like it, just to li valve of Argentina counter. 

Li valve hung up the phone, looking at the screen in white shirt German players celebrate the victory. With her hand mask shut up, laugh out of tears - himself, is the most stupid one! 

The telephone call to wake PeiShangXuan awake, and go into the sitting room turn on the TV set to cable sports table. Germany 2-1 win over the Czech republic, European history in the first game of the match ball game, the germans held the national flag was flying, failure of the party down in the mouth to sit on the grass, look empty. 

His memory back in the summer of 1990, li valve like Argentina also is such looking at German celebrate the victory. The 1994 World Cup, he lost his freedom, along with to the life confidence. 

He abandoned himself to despair, and don't want to drag in the past. But the like Argentina girl always don't give up him, just like her to the blue team, no matter failed a few times, she still infatuation does not regret. 

Germany captain klinsmann from Britain's queen Elizabeth ii received his championship, held high above his head, the queen band We are the champions melody sounded and PeiShangXuan smiling slightly. 

Have li valve such friends, really very good! 

June 24, 2004 at four point four, PeiShangXuan and li valve in a bar to see live euro, Germany in the final group games best still lost to the Czech republic, and lost the chance to the group stages. In 1996 the picture frame in lifting the jurgen klinsmann, become Germany over the years, only the glory of the harvest. 

At that time, his life in the edge of out of control, business is in a mess, marriage seems to be going to the dogs, PeiShangXuan see hope. 

Li valve sat beside him, warm eyes looked at him. Like the past many years, she in his head can see place, silent support. PeiShangXuan hand hold li valve, handsome face distance she is very close, he whispered in her ear whispering: "li valve, whether you like me?" 

But in 1996, PeiShangXuan never thought li valve is like yourself, perhaps is his subconscious refused to imagine the possibility. He persistently regarded her as the best of friends, the best brothers, but has nothing to do with love. 

When time is parked in front of farewell, he just understand oneself originally love love her very much. If you hold the hand of a person feel is happiness, and don't need any evidence to prove that you love her? 

PeiShangXuan hold li valve hand and a hold is for several years. 

One summer vacation, li valve to find a tutor for a month, girls with English. PeiShangXuan make fun of li valve this is according to go, she ruthlessly stare at. 

"You have experience in teaching?" He (she). 

Li valve proud head, try our best to shorten the gap with his height, "of course, I don't know for a fool patched up how many times the class." 

Long memory, carefree young, trouble things before a few days away, it seems that even when the sky is better than now more clear bright and clean. Those memories and a man, smiling face like the beautiful girl. 

Awkward silence diffuse around, they haven't really forgotten. Some things although in the past, but left a scar, always remind once. 

"Li valve, I want to go to guangzhou. PeiShangXuan break the silence, and rubbed her hair has become the habit of his action. 

She is a little surprised, "why?" 

"I'm not reading material, my dad want to take me to guangzhou, do clothing wholesale." PeiShangXuan point a smoke, breath, impishly impact li valve face spit out smoke. 

Li valve hand hold your nose, on the other hand when fans let smoke dispersed. She is so bright said: "in the future business ah, rich when the big boss, don't forget me this poor friends oh." 

He is given to fierce laugh, smartly turned round, held up his hand toward the back she waved as a goodbye. 

"You this sticky candy, I want to jilt also throw off." 

"Smooth sailing, stupid! How long point mind's eye." Li valve improve voice, fear of PeiShangXuan hear. 

The tall man around, a forced smile nodded his head. 

PeiShangXuan train leave Shanghai on that day, li valve back schoolbag to first girls make up a missed lesson. Through the narrow alley, looking at the familiar red brick house, she missed the past with his. 

They all left the young, no longer return not to go. 

Li valve student named ShenJieHua, to repeat a year stress first. The girl looked at loggerheads, no matter how many times, she repeated explain to her reaction is always at a loss to the teaching, she would not study hard PeiShangXuan of all didn't so tired. 

Li valve be frustrated, the mood is low in the papers at home. She has put the topic out into "I __ a student", as long as fill out the "am" so simple whack, if ShenJieHua again do not out, li valve decided to quit. 

Liu thousand kernel from the bedroom went to the sitting room, hear action li valve micro head glanced at to see if he dressed appearance is ready to go out. Ear rings to report for duty that day he said, "after graduation I'm going to study in the United States, you don't have to be afraid." 

Fingers a chatter, nib on paper with poke a hole. 

He passed by her presence, steps. Liu qian ren after go back at the li valve's silhouette, what happened two years ago is also the shadow of his heart, she sad despair in the eyes of moment did not let go of his soul. He often was awakened from the dream, guilty silence in the surge but go to, the place with him a city girl will never forgive him bring damage, this fact let liu thousand kernel is on the verge of collapse. 

He has a funny idea: if the therefore punished by the law, can get free conscience? 

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