The poem Weng Fan wrote to Yang Zhenning is "Cold here, icy cold there". The specific content is as follows:
Cold here, icy cold there. You belong to neither, leaves have withered. Your face is pale and blue, a tearful smile. Something in your eyes, whispers words of last good-bye. My heart sinks down, tears surge out.?
It’s cold here, even colder there. The dead leaves are withering, who do you belong to? Your face is pale and melancholy, and you smile with tears in your eyes. Jun's eyes filled with tears and he murmured to himself that it was hard to say goodbye. My heart sank, and my tears surged like waves.
Hot summer. Cheerful Cocktail. You took my hand. We fled into another world of band. You sat by my side, long hair tied behind, cool and killing. Smile floating on the lemonade, soft and smooth . How amazed I was. Your face looked like the cover of the magazine. My head spin. You led my hand, danced along the crazy theme.?
Cool summer. Still remembering the cocktail party. You hold my concubine's hand, and you enjoy the world of two people. You are sitting next to my concubine, your long hair is tied behind your head, and you look handsome. Smiles spread. I am surprised that your face is on the cover of a special magazine. Spin, you hold my concubine's hand, dance like crazy. ?
Light vied with wine, elegance mixed with fragrance, laughing covered by greetings, the crowd was busy at handshaking. You stood there, eyes on me. I trembled at the sparkles, brighter than the light. A masterpiece from God, I felt dizzy. We were not near, yet we were together.?
The lights and wine complement each other, the elegance corresponds, the greetings and laughter come and go, and everyone is busy shaking hands. You stand aside, looking at me with your beautiful eyes. Concubine Ying stood tremblingly under the lamp. This must be God's masterpiece, making people dizzy. Although I am far apart from you, my heart is close to you.
Days ended. You said, you would wait forme at the Alps side. We would ski against snowflakes dancing in the sky.?
I gave no answer but a good-bye to accompany your flight. Gone was the plane, I suddenly tasted my pain. I knew I had been silly and stupid, you were in my heart, I shouldn't have hidden in the dark. I tried to forget your disappointment. I made believe sometime someday, I would tell you, I feel all the same.?
The past is gone. Jun Yunjun will wait for his concubine by the Alps and ski under the sky with flying snowflakes. I want to say goodbye, but I want to give you my best wishes. The plane is passing away, and my heart will be miserable. I know very well how foolish I am. You have stolen my heart, so I should not remain indifferent and wander in the dark. I try to forget your mistakes, but it doesn't end well. I believe that on a certain day and at a certain time, I will tell you that my heart will stay forever.
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My thought struggled at confessing, somehow hesitation ended in flinching. I continued my role of a fool, clinched to my maiden pride, yet secretly indulged in your promise of the white land ——snow measuring down to us, in your arms I am lifted up. The chiming of Christmas bell!?
I struggled in my confession, flinching and hesitating from time to time. I was foolish enough to marry a virgin, yet I indulged in your promise. It's snowy, you're holding me in your arms, I'm so happy, listening to the Christmas bells. ?
The bell died in the pattern of rain, from hell came the laughing of Satan at my brain. Tearful smile, swallowed by the darkness. How could I trace your hair to wipe your tears? My hands reached out, catching nothing but a raindrop, on a leaf that had withered.?
The sound of the bell suddenly stopped after the torrential rain, but the laughter of Satan was heard. Smiling through tears, accompanied by darkness. I want to find your hair to wipe your tears, but I can't. I stretched out my hand to touch it, but there was no one else, but the raindrops dropped from the dead leaves. ?
Snowflakes have melted into water, we are no more together.?
The snowflakes have gradually melted, and I and you are far away from each other. ?
Weng Fan’s early life
Weng Fan was born in Chaozhou City, Guangdong Province in July 1976, and is the wife of physicist Yang Zhenning. After graduating from Shantou University, Weng Fan first worked for a company in Shantou, but Weng Fan left that company more than a month later and went to work at a golf club in Shenzhen.
She worked in Shenzhen for three years, during which time she went through the marriage procedures in Hong Kong with an employee of an ordinary company in Hong Kong. However, the marriage only lasted less than two years before it broke down. After that, Weng Fan applied for graduate school and was admitted to the master's class of the Translation Department of Guangdong University of Foreign Studies.
On December 24, 2004, physicist and Nobel Prize winner Professor Yang Zhenning and his fiancée Weng Fan came to the Foreign Marriage Registration Office of Shantou Civil Affairs Bureau, Guangdong Province to register their marriage. After Weng Fan got married, he donated many of the couple's savings to Tsinghua University. In 2011, Weng Fan enrolled in the Department of Architecture at Tsinghua University to pursue a doctorate in architectural history.