伽蓝 Jan.14,2017 1:14 于深圳景田
| ralf, Let me tell you a story about snow, my own.
When I was 18 years old, I fell in love with my ex husband. that time communication was so difficult that we could only write, Calling is very expensive, and it’s hard to find a phone. Even to the extent that a letter to go on the road 5-8 days, so even if I received the letter, it is already a week ago. But we write a letter every day, sometimes two.
I have to go every day should to send a letter,and retrieve letter,
That winter, a lot of snow, about 20cm thick.
On a piece of snow that had no one been passed, I wrote his name and drew a heart. The snow is very thick, about two months have not changed, no one passed, very well preserved. I pass every day, where to stand for a long time, and then go out, and then come back, look at a long time again.
Sometimes, the letter does not arrive, I am disappointed and return. Missing too much, I will cry in front of his name.
But the day is always over, hope always exists. Sometimes I get a few letters at a time, I’m singing and dancing and screaming happily run back home all the way.
This story can not be written down more, because same with the real version of the story of the prince and the princess, like the fireworks after the gorgeous, all attributed to silence.
It was 1989, almost thirty years ago, when only the letter. Now these letters in the attic quietly lying down, waiting for the soundless and stirless grow old, and die.
Now the time it’s hyperspace, but why are we so hard more than that time? I don’t have any tidings from him. I’m a kite in his hand, that line, I can’t see the end.
ralf :Its a sad story, you cry often.