A Ningmou is life.

Guangzhou winter, cold, but not windy.
That night, I go home from the gym. Road, lived pace due to begging elderly stagnation.
Street. Old lady lying there, was covered by a break is the face toward the inside, as if asleep. A kindly old man sitting in front of her, his head down, hand through her white hair.
They ragged, but rinse well. The old lady next to a small bowl filled with passers alms change. The old man behind the two bundles is estimated that all of their belongings.
Needless to say, at night, and the city like homeless shelter under the eaves.
The old man's hand in the upper half of the whites of the lover caress, half comb cage. The his eyes sympathy and affection dangers, as if facing a priceless treasure.
At this point, the poverty-ridden can not solve the problem of food and clothing are unknown. However, his smile is so satisfying. The feet of the woman peacefully asleep, his happiness.


I took out fifty dollars, walked over, bent over, hands on the little bowl.
He did not move, did not lift an eyelid, still immersed in the world of both of them.
This evening, I clearly see "the Bowl".
Maybe they've never heard the expression, but this warmth scene is the best comment of the phrase beautiful poetry.


We who have not had such a time, young, happy, smiling and soft lying in his lap, either his fingers the comb gently across the waterfall as a smooth, soft black hair.
However, there are a few of the couple would love to die to live until old, a few people will caress you a sparse white hair dry?
This sympathy and affection will occur in the eyes, I see it once.


Homeland, there is a one-armed the elderly, by Dengsanlun car pull to send the guests live. It was a hard labor, a white-haired old man, lost an arm, how difficult?
Day, the sister-in-law came to my house that somehow referred to him, I said: "How can his children have the heart to let him so hard?"
"Well, he did not have children."
Aunt sighed, talking about his story.


Time, he was handsome, young, is an adjutant generals of the Kuomintang. Talented, popular attention. In front of him, seems to be a bright future within reach.
One day. He met a room of generals who concubine, a vibrant woman to his heart.
Genius and beauty, once met, my heart will give birth to some ripples.
The sentimentalist, once attracted, destined to love obsession, regardless of whether.
Of this Bulunzhilian interpretation of enthusiastic madness. The last surprise of the day, to move.
That generals watch their love will actually make such a dirty thing, natural grief interleaving. The intention of seizing his life, persevering years under the saddle before the horse, after all, can not bear. Shoulder length removed his right arm, he drove out.


I do not know is to deliver them or their own life, in short, he lived through it.
The girl is still there, reduced to the lowest servant.
And then later, the KMT defeat evacuation, naturally he will not take away a faithless woman, dying Moreover, the woman has already been tortured.
In his eyes, she is a woman he once covered, is hardly surprising.
Personally, not that this woman is his life his eyes only.
Fee I do not know how many twists and turns, he found her.


I can not imagine standing face to face, the kind of scene?
Over children, you hugged me, I want you two hugs me! "Children! Your hand how?"
"Evil", Little Dragon Maiden gone through numerous hardships meet again, Maid of the body was the fight does not care, his life and death not mind one bit.
She only saw the empty sleeves of her lover; concerns only sweetheart How can lose in a straight arm; feelings sweetheart arm pain.
Whenever I see this, imagine the the Maid horror tone, have been touched by this love marvel.
If the heart of man is because of love, became like this, the share of heartache sad how afford to live?


Finally, and loved ones come together enough, he thanked God done him no. Cried, was only happy, joy.
Woman in poor health, unable to have children, and he has been taking care of her, with her, pet her like the child.
In this way, until now, the white-haired.


The story I was shocked, stunned for a lot of days.
I thought the so-called true love can only find in books, poetry. However, it could even exist quietly at my side, inadvertently issued a flower, bright tragic of my breath.


I've been Thinking back to that woman peerless elegance, this is what looks talent would allow him to indulge his life without regrets it.
Cup of wine, beautiful tears! Not drink my heart has been drunk! "
One afternoon, I saw her.
She is sitting on a tricycle, chicken skin, gray hair, hunched over fallen back, to where to find a trace of the dumping country beauty charm.
Old man parked in the square, slowly lifted her down the sun. She to Yang Zhelian, also look slightly Jiaochi. It is a heart and soul delivered to the calm and tranquility of the lover. Old man sitting quietly in front of her, looking at her softly whisper,

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 ,sympathy and affection dangers eyes, gently of water.

The first time, see the May divided flower Fuliu in the way that the exquisite glamorous concubine, is the eyes.
A Ningmou is life.


"Because my heart is only one / life / I love only one." Hearts floating out of this poem.
Has been looked at them on the balcony, sun tan my face burning hot touch of the hand, face tears.


Roots is not, you're still my I Want You.
Homecoming, my love has not changed.
Today, the flood of love everywhere. We want the beginning of a beautiful temptation, are humble.
Just to end his life, where to go to find a person to such an outcome?