There is a well-off girl in the village who is very beautiful. Many people came to be matchmakers, but they didn't say anything. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old that year. It was a spring night, and she was standing at the back door with a peach tree in her hand. She remembered that she was wearing a moon-white shirt. The young man across the hall met her, but he never said hello. He's coming. Not far away, I stopped and said softly, "Oh, are you there?" She didn't say anything, and neither did he. He stood for a while and then walked away.
That's it.
Later, this woman was trafficked by relatives to other counties as a concubine and was resold again and again. After countless thrilling storms, she remembered the past when she was old. She often talks about the young man under the peach tree at the back door that spring night.
Among thousands of people, you met the person you met. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, neither earlier nor later, you happened to catch up. There is nothing else to say, but gently ask, "Oh, are you there?"
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"Love", an eternal theme, has been described endlessly throughout the ages. Zhang Ailing only has a pocket space of more than 340 words, which seems relaxed and powerless. The language is pure and clean, not as gorgeous as before. However, the hardships and vicissitudes of a quiet life have been gently touched by her; And the helplessness and sadness of a love is also secretly aroused by her, which makes people feel sad and cry when they think about it.
The article begins with four words: "This is true", and the subtext is that this is not a novel, let alone a legend. "It's true", read the whole article and make the story more tragic.
Next, tell a true, beautiful and pure story about "love", but at the same time it is so empty, light and sad. In the evening of spring, under the peach tree, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old wears a white shirt on the moon, just like a flower in youth, dreaming of love. For love, she can have countless beautiful dreams.
Just then, the man who had never said hello to the door came up to her and said, "Oh, you're here?" Then, "she didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything. He stood for a while and left."
It seemed that something was going to happen, but nothing happened. As a result, nothing really happened-"it's over." Zhang Ailing started another paragraph here, using two "JIU" in six words, which ruthlessly ruined the peach blossom night in spring.
Zhang Ailing, a modern writer in China, was born in Tangshan, Hebei Province, formerly known as Natalie. 1920 was born on September 30th, a declining aristocratic mansion in the west of Shanghai Concession.
Her works mainly include novels, essays, screenplays and literary works, and her letters are also studied as part of her works.
During the period of 1944, Zhang Ailing met and interacted with Hu Lancheng. From 65438 to 0973, Zhang Ailing settled in LA, and from 65438 to September 8, 1995, it coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival. Zhang Ailing's landlord found her dead at the age of 75 in her apartment on Rochester Avenue in westwood, California, due to arteriosclerosis and cardiovascular disease. She died a week before she was found. On September 30th, her friend held a memorial service for her. After the memorial service, the ashes were scattered into the Pacific Ocean.
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