When love is the shuttle's time break in the ground, like a scattered in the blue and white porcelain, 

thin broken pieces, eyeful is pain, everywhere is fragments. The past sweet love is like warm and 

bright blue and white porcelain, beautiful in a holy, delicate in Department of love, however, is not 

over time break. All pieces, pieces of a sharp, not just love broken, you hurt my injured all over the 

body, heart-breaking.

Since love, hurt and pain, also won't forget? Love never forget, can't forget. Even in the boundless 

darkness, even when wet, dry wet towel edge can not bear to forget, still have what reason, why let me 

forget?

Remember --

Many years ago that bright afternoon, you sit with me, exactly, I accompany you to sit. Before it is 

flowing the Millennium ancient river, is behind the retaining dike tree-lined, the rise is through the 

branches cracks, fall down fine sunshine, bow is the green grass. Deep breathing, there is the smell of 

the grass, you have the air with your breath, the distance is a flowering tree of a tree, near you 

gentle smile. This is a apricot astringent season, the sun bright but not warm, the occasional wind. We 

talked, laughed, not about romantic, not about love, loose and warm each other, even if the short 

silence, but also by the time of quiet.

For many years, the bright and warm afternoon, fixed in the memory of those years past by, a loss into 

a beautiful painting. Always remember, always think of the misty rain blurred, passionate euphemism 

Jiangnan, that I had not set foot in the south of the Yangtze River, the dream of countless jiangnan. 

Love will not only thick in the warmth of the bloom, in this long period in the north, because you are 

my existence, love still blossom buds, large tracts of flower field, try to stop but cannot.

When you hold my hand. The first true feel your temperature, you feel generous palm, a trace of 

wetness, bow saw, your delicate hands buried my whole hand. Look up your warm smile, full of love and 

happiness, your eyes bent into the moon, you gently rising corners of the mouth is so modest. At that 

moment, I was silent, but the heart is surging, at that moment, the time is flowing, static good is to 

stop.

You hold me in your arms, action is so light is not my bosom, I smell your own breath, my lips on your 

face, you hard Hu Zhazhe hurt me, also tie me up. I struggled to avoid that I love, but deeply fear 's 

arms, but your strong arm overbearing lip, shattered all my efforts. At that moment, I am stiff in the 

time, that moment, my mind a blank, at that moment, I only remember your lips thick sweet, like most of 

the melt in the mouth of toffee.

After that, because of you, life is love moistens, time has become hurried footsteps, to fly the same 

way. I love to be loved by you, your care. In those days I was happy, but also quiet. I will be a 

flower head, stood as a cloud, and moved to a leaf, because of you, the quiet time, everything is 

meaningful.

When you are not around me, I hide in a lazy afternoon, curls in the sofa, holding a light readings, 

the season alternates alternately in the text, the taste of life. When you are not around me, I like 

the cat hiding in the thick curtain, eyes narrowed, see hanging gap in the sun, at that moment, I will 

always remember, you have to sit in the afternoon around me, look up through the branches in the 

crevice, fine sunshine.

The good is always so short, happiness always accidentally broken within reach of,, the reality is so 

cruel and with no chink in one's armour. All good things such as the palm of erosion of sand, more want 

to retain the lost faster, one point one points, when not to see any sand palm, leaving only memories, 

and those beautiful memories, and incomplete love.

Jin Su, get lost, everything back to the origin, everything was back pain, long aftertaste. Because of 

love, those in the past, once those sweet, the thing called love, never forget, also can't forget. But 

hurt each other later, after the pain, love is to give up. When the pain of my numb when, when I am on 

your words will not feel warm, when I can't stand the cold air at the time, I choose to give up, 

proceed without hesitation to give up, never give up!

Blink of an eye, a few years time, the moment. Memories such as the calm lake formed the slightest 

ripple, a small action, a small voice, or a casual turned around, everything was back to reality.

... ...

Love is always frozen in a season, a time. Initially thought, looking at now, the heart of the cold as 

this cold season. I know, we can never go back to the past, not back to the love can melt all season. 

Because of love, because of you, I can freeze in the winter, to find buried deep in the snow and ice in 

the warm. Because of you, because of love, I can wait calmly a snowflake landing, quiet feeling of snow 

melt coolness.

I understand this imprint is engraved on my heart. "To love easy to get along with hard " is a kind of 

helpless, a desolate.

Now that we know have to return to the past, now that love is gone, I know you have turned back, but 

why I still stubbornly standing stop, reluctant to leave. Can not bear to leave, or not used to live 

without you, no love.

Remember the words of Eileen Chang " fell in love with a person, be humble to the dust, and then bloom 

", perhaps this is the answer, perhaps this is me a long time to wait, reluctant to leave reason.

Any love of the people will not forget the love, but will give up love. Whether to give up how much 

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pain, not a promise, don't give up on love, is the most perfect ending, but about the love life, but 

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