[Tailpiece]
The first poster was put onto the Internet. The web world was silent，without
answer.
I gave myself a name on the Internet, "Rose in the Wind", although I had
never written articles before.
Actually, the poster was not written for others to read, I just hoped to
find a pair of eyes in the ocean-like Internet, which could read it. I
wrote for him.
Afterwards，unexpectedly, I wrote for ten months in succession. My poster
was about to become a book, and my "writing" became "literary creation",
which is very uncustomary to me, but still I have to give opinions on "literature",
thus, I wrote the following words:
Shortly after the New Year of the millennium, Rose went into the chatting
BBS, hoping to write something, but not knowing how to start.
A net friend asked Rose： "Often hear you say want to write something,
but why do I not see your poster?"
Rose always said shyly："No inspiration，I don’t know what to write, wait
a while."
Thus, I wandered on the BBS for many days. That day, accidentally, I saw
a net friend’s poster about seeing someone off at the airport, very touching
in deed. Rose signed with deep feelings, and could not help thinking up
an unforgettable story of the remote past, then, unable to control her
feelings, she wrote her first poster, "Rose in the Wind...” and put it
up at once.
At first, Rose did not imagine that she would make the story into a serial
novel and keep it going, however, her net friends always gave support to
her, encouraging her to work on, thus, the story was uncoiled slowly like
a volume of book. In the hard course of writing, Rose went through countless
winds and rains. The comments from the net friends contained both praise
and blame. The poster became over-loaded and she had to open new ones...
Such an idea as "Stop it and give it up" also occurred to her. But now
she has overcome all those obstacles. She has been writing for more than
half a year, which is quite unexpected to her.
Of course, those words are gobbledygook on the whole. As a matter of fact,
it was for him that she started to write. Hoped that he would read the
heart of Rose silently, in the distance. What she was not aware of is that
the book has become the public property of many net friends.
Such an outcome seems to be more to my taste.
"At the very start，you promised to me，
Between us，even a touch of the hand would not occur.
At first，I thought I could.
But I found I couldn’t when you dated with me again…"
Yes，to this day, I have understood，
I can not, either…
No matter how we were before，
No matter how we will be later，
I only know my heart stays here forever，
This moment of beauty，
Has been firmly locked in my mind.
Rose in the Wind
Do you know I have been waiting for you？If you really care about me, why
do you keep the rose trembling in the wind..?
That was an early spring afternoon, I, like a tramp, picked up my luggage
and came to Guangzhou Airport. Sitting in a corner of the hall, I watched
people coming and going, but just could not see you show up. You said you
would come to see me off, you swore you would love me until I stop loving
you. However...
At the moment of enplaning, I could no longer constrain a string of yearning
tears from sliding down.
Back in Beijing, I collapsed, for the whole month. One day, you entrusted
a friend of yours to bring a rose to me, but my heart had died away. The
rose， return to you! A year later, I returned to Guangzhou. When we have
a chance again to sit down and have a heart-to-hear talk, my love is still
as ever, only that I will not let you know. We got acquainted in a time
we should not, and being able to know you and fall in love with you is
the luckiest thing in my life. I can understand you, just as I can understand
myself. Do you still remember what I said to you？"The passion held in hand
will be reduced to ashes at once, but that hidden at the bottom of the
heart will endure and remain fresh forever." Just let you be the King in
my heart, I never wish anyone can drive you away.
Today, it snowed in Beijing, and in the vast expanse of whiteness, I made
a snowman, the more I saw it, the more it was like you, I could not help
laughing out...
Fate once gave me a big attack when I had no preparation at all...
But I spelled out everything from your eyes one year later. We did not
say anything since then.
The charming rose once offered a warm current across a frozen heart, and
let her feel warm; at least, the nice rose once added a little bright color
to the dismal life. I have stepped onto a non-return road in love, but,
with the rose you sent to accompany me on my road, why should I worry about
loneliness? Enough!
Though I did not accept your rose, my heart has accepted it! In the unseen
world, I seemed to have heard something you said to me... Then I stood
up with a laugh. From then on，the rose has been in blossom in my heart,
sending off fragrance in my dream. For the whole year, we lived far apart
from each other, no message from each other at all. That lovesickness often
tortured me to death!
One year later, I came back to Guangzhou, and the unusual nonchalance between
us was sensed by our sensitive friends, who set a trap for us. We met again
at a karaoke hall. Our acting was so marvelous that no one could guess
any emotional involvement between you and me. You clinked glasses with
me in a smile, and a melancholy flickered across your eyes, but it was
noticed by me unluckily. I smiled, too, really, lowered my head and smiled
lightly...
Do you want to let me wonder how to hate you?
In such a snowy night in the norland, I will remain awake again. Faraway，how
are you？
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The first poster was put onto the Internet. The web world was silent，without
answer.
I gave myself a name on the Internet, "Rose in the Wind", although I had
never written articles before.
Actually, the poster was not written for others to read, I just hoped to
find a pair of eyes in the ocean-like Internet, which could read it. I
wrote for him.
Afterwards，unexpectedly, I wrote for ten months in succession. My poster
was about to become a book, and my "writing" became "literary creation",
which is very uncustomary to me, but still I have to give opinions on "literature",
thus, I wrote the following words:
Shortly after the New Year of the millennium, Rose went into the chatting
BBS, hoping to write something, but not knowing how to start.
A net friend asked Rose： "Often hear you say want to write something,
but why do I not see your poster?"
Rose always said shyly："No inspiration，I don’t know what to write, wait
a while."
Thus, I wandered on the BBS for many days. That day, accidentally, I saw
a net friend’s poster about seeing someone off at the airport, very touching
in deed. Rose signed with deep feelings, and could not help thinking up
an unforgettable story of the remote past, then, unable to control her
feelings, she wrote her first poster, "Rose in the Wind...” and put it
up at once.
At first, Rose did not imagine that she would make the story into a serial
novel and keep it going, however, her net friends always gave support to
her, encouraging her to work on, thus, the story was uncoiled slowly like
a volume of book. In the hard course of writing, Rose went through countless
winds and rains. The comments from the net friends contained both praise
and blame. The poster became over-loaded and she had to open new ones...
Such an idea as "Stop it and give it up" also occurred to her. But now
she has overcome all those obstacles. She has been writing for more than
half a year, which is quite unexpected to her.
Of course, those words are gobbledygook on the whole. As a matter of fact,
it was for him that she started to write. Hoped that he would read the
heart of Rose silently, in the distance. What she was not aware of is that
the book has become the public property of many net friends.
Such an outcome seems to be more to my taste.
"At the very start，you promised to me，
Between us，even a touch of the hand would not occur.
At first，I thought I could.
But I found I couldn’t when you dated with me again…"
Yes，to this day, I have understood，
I can not, either…
No matter how we were before，
No matter how we will be later，
I only know my heart stays here forever，
This moment of beauty，
Has been firmly locked in my mind.
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Do you know I have been waiting for you？If you really care about me, why
do you keep the rose trembling in the wind..?
That was an early spring afternoon, I, like a tramp, picked up my luggage
and came to Guangzhou Airport. Sitting in a corner of the hall, I watched
people coming and going, but just could not see you show up. You said you
would come to see me off, you swore you would love me until I stop loving
you. However...
At the moment of enplaning, I could no longer constrain a string of yearning
tears from sliding down.
Back in Beijing, I collapsed, for the whole month. One day, you entrusted
a friend of yours to bring a rose to me, but my heart had died away. The
rose， return to you! A year later, I returned to Guangzhou. When we have
a chance again to sit down and have a heart-to-hear talk, my love is still
as ever, only that I will not let you know. We got acquainted in a time
we should not, and being able to know you and fall in love with you is
the luckiest thing in my life. I can understand you, just as I can understand
myself. Do you still remember what I said to you？"The passion held in hand
will be reduced to ashes at once, but that hidden at the bottom of the
heart will endure and remain fresh forever." Just let you be the King in
my heart, I never wish anyone can drive you away.
Today, it snowed in Beijing, and in the vast expanse of whiteness, I made
a snowman, the more I saw it, the more it was like you, I could not help
laughing out...
Fate once gave me a big attack when I had no preparation at all...
But I spelled out everything from your eyes one year later. We did not
say anything since then.
The charming rose once offered a warm current across a frozen heart, and
let her feel warm; at least, the nice rose once added a little bright color
to the dismal life. I have stepped onto a non-return road in love, but,
with the rose you sent to accompany me on my road, why should I worry about
loneliness? Enough!
Though I did not accept your rose, my heart has accepted it! In the unseen
world, I seemed to have heard something you said to me... Then I stood
up with a laugh. From then on，the rose has been in blossom in my heart,
sending off fragrance in my dream. For the whole year, we lived far apart
from each other, no message from each other at all. That lovesickness often
tortured me to death!
One year later, I came back to Guangzhou, and the unusual nonchalance between
us was sensed by our sensitive friends, who set a trap for us. We met again
at a karaoke hall. Our acting was so marvelous that no one could guess
any emotional involvement between you and me. You clinked glasses with
me in a smile, and a melancholy flickered across your eyes, but it was
noticed by me unluckily. I smiled, too, really, lowered my head and smiled
lightly...
Do you want to let me wonder how to hate you?
In such a snowy night in the norland, I will remain awake again. Faraway，how
are you？
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