"Love"
This is true.
There was a girl from a well-off family in a village who was born beautiful. Many people tried to match her, but none of them succeeded. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old that year. It was a spring evening, and she was standing at the back door, holding on to the peach tree. She remembered that she was wearing a moon-white shirt. The young man who lived across the street had met her before, but had never said hello. He came over. Not far away, she stood still and said softly: "Oh, are you here too?" She didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything again. What, they stood for a while and then walked away.
That's it.
Later, this woman was abducted by her relatives and sold to other counties to be wives. She was resold several times. After countless thrills
she still remembered her when she was old. I often talk about that thing in the past, that young man under the peach tree at the back door on that spring evening.
Meet the person you meet among millions of people. In the endless wilderness of time for millions of years, there is no step too early or one step too late.
One step later, I happened to catch up, and there was nothing else to say. I could only ask softly: "Oh, are you
here too?"
——Zhang Ailing< /p>