Last night, I had nothing to do, so I took a magazine “sprout” with random on the table in order to kill the time, then I put a cup of water on the edge of table, and then I sat on the bed with a feeling of coziness. Every article in “Sprout”, I could find a dim figure of my own in the distance, where are our confusion and melancholy. When I read several sections, I was a little bit of sentiment, flaking one after another. . . 
“after graduation, we still have together? ” is one of article in the magazine, the article is a piece of departing about senior after four years of college life, all will pursue their own dream, now as I do, which once had been disordered and overturned in my mind. I fell in the fragments of memory last winter, we song and laughed together, how happy we were at that time, but this year I am alone to face valentine’s day, So happiness is always impermanency, we part with each other, because of graduation, We will go to different places, at the moment I did not feel the accident, I knew we would break up at a certain time, but I would like to use the limited time to let me calm down.
We love each other for three years, finally we divide, regardless of result; we break up with each other eventually. I end up with my youth and love in the university. But I never regret everything. As After this show the empty stage will be the only witness of this sad story. Some things are always unpredictable to us, no matter what fate we will encounter. Therefore, although a lot of people meet by chance, and which is also a kind of predestination, and we cherish this kind of predestination and salute each other. Perhaps the reason is that I am a person who is always dedicated on my own. I thought as long as we love each other, no matter how difficult, no matter how bitter; I would think you are my soul bays. However, today I finally understand that the sky which is for two people, I don’t do it alone.
When we pour into our memories together, the moment I am pleased, because we fell in love before, and I paid out a lot, but also gain a lot, I have a wonderful memory and a sweet memory. But this year’s Valentine’s Day is bound to be lonely. I often call to remembrance in previous years that we had in the past, I can not help shedding tears, after all, the reality is cruel, we end up with breaking up.
Sometimes, the more we grow up, the more we will become degenerated. and I always look at the blue sky and imagine my own future; but today I no longer think about the future, only hope to take my step in front of Road. I always like tragedy very much, like the sad feeling!
Valentine’s Day is coming this year, but I am bound to be lonely, I have adapted in this way, I also need to calm down myself to such life. I will graduate soon, but also appropriately I will take my own future on my road, I don’t know what to happen for the future, but I firmly believe that I will gain my own happiness.

It was Jill’s first year in college. Campus life was always amazing for a freshman, but it was not the case with Jill. Jill, a literature lover, spent a better part of her time reading. She could recite lots of classic works from memory and won hearts of her professors and friends. Such a bookish girl was she that she was anything but gregarious person. Though life sometimes could be boring for her because she seemed to follow the same routine everyday, she could make a lot of fun out of it. When she didn’t felt like studying, she would hang out with her friends or do something interesting for a change.

One weekend, while Jill was chatting on line, a stranger names Jack caught her attention. Jack’s knowledge and his outlook on a lot of things left great impression on Jill. They felt like having known each other for ages. They talked with joy for a long time before they knew it.
Then the next weekend came, Jill went to the cyber bar again. Surprised to find out that Jack was there, they began their chatting. From their talk, Jill learned that he just achieved his Master’s degree and was offered a job in a big company. Apart from that, Jack gave her some guidance on her literature study.

Weeks after weeks, the more they knew about each other, the stronger the feeling grew. They had a lot of things in common. Both of them loved edelweiss which was a kind of little white flower and stood for love and bravery in Austria. They both were longing for the kind of true love between Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. Red was their lucky color. And during holidays, they would go to play tennis twice a week. And what’s more, they were still available. But they never asked each other phone number or address. Nor did they know each other’s face. Knowing that they were in the same city, they were unsure what might come.

They lost contact with each other for months. Wandering in the street, Jill saw many couples hand in hand and a lot of flowers and chocolates were on sale. She came to realize that today was Valentine’s Day. All these days, she often pictured his face in her mind. Suddenly she had an impulse of crying. She rushed home and turned on the computer, praying that he was there. And he was expecting her for a long time. Right at that moment, they found each other.
Finally, Jack shall have Jill, all shall be well.

I’m one of you——if it is Valentine’s Day and if you alone and lonely, staring at the computer screen to read what I’m writing now, barely able to coerce the sad feeling into the innermost cubbyhole of your heart, the self pity that’s scratching to well up and the big question: why is that I’m all alone on the most romantic day of the year, again!?

All alone I am for the past 23 years, plus 23 miserable Valentine’s Days. What is wrong with me! I’m not intolerably ugly, if not gorgeous, not temperamentally unbearable, not a cynic keeping love at bay. I’m totally normal, reasonably pretty and sanely passionate….Hey hey hey! What goes wrong with me? I’m not supposed to say things like that. I’m not supposed to be pitying myself like this, even though it is Valentine’s Day. It’s not that all of a sudden I’m thirsty for love, longing for a piece of that sweet chocolate, a bunch of roses. It’s not that an essential epiphany dawns on that a man will make my life complete. It’s only that when reaching a certain age in your life, you learn to play the game of contrast and comparison; you begin to wonder what is it that everybody else around you carries on the shoulder every day yet is still not in your pocket; you begin to question your way of life when the way you define the word “normal”deviates from the way the society does. 

Ever since my first romantic vibe began to pulse, I firmly truly believe that there is a person for everybody, a right one, the one, the right one, like a knife and fork, a shoe and shoelaces, a cup and coaster. Any of them being replaced, they’ll survive. But it’s never the same, never the same life. There are times when a guy stands right under your scrutiny. He’s perfection. He’s everything you dream about. He’s the one you think you’re gonna kill yourself if you let him go. But no matter how the chemistry simmers, no matter how you two magnets draw each other and no matter how great the first kiss feels, you know he’s a fake, a phony. For all the “right” things, he isn’t the right one. If you compromise, if you loosen up, if you get lazy for just once, you become another cliché, the one in which so many married couples, after the passion recedes, after the feel ebbs, live separated and unshared lives, remain remotely polite through all the Christmases and birthdays, through all the mishaps and misunderstandings. I hate that. I hate the very thought of it. What’s wrong with holding my own faith? What’s wrong with waiting, waiting for the right one, if you know all these lonely years are finally worth it, if you never doubt his existence, if——though he may be thousands of miles away——I wait for him, willingly and stubbornly.

I don’t know how many times I’ll spend Valentine’s Day by myself, but I’m just content with where I’m now. I’ve spent the happiest moments with myself–with no irony–you’re laughing, hah! Now I still weave my own fantasy tale of my first boyfriend, my first relationship, just like a little girl. Anyway, to all these happy lovebirds now trying to make the most out of this holiday, Happy Valentine’s Day!

Listening to my favorite song “where have all the flowers gone”, touched by the sentimental and reminiscent tone, I am reminded all things which I have experienced with all my girls, current and previous. Maybe enjoying the wonderful time with lover and appreciating the beautiful roses are the most reasonable things in the valentine’s day, but I’ve never had such a meaning experience in the past valentine’s days. Listen to those sentimental songs, recollect those beautiful memories, read those essays written during those old days, write some new to record my mood at that very moment. My valentine’ day slips away from morning to the late night, like the notes of songs dancing from the beginning to the end. Always have, always will.

Where have all the flowers gone?
Where the flowers gone?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Where they all gone?

I am enamored of the sound, rhythm and lyrics of this song, as what heroin and dancing outreach do to those potheads. I was dragged far away from the realistic life back to the remote young and naïve days.

Listening to the song, I remember that girl, the girl sitting behind the same desk with me. I was always dizzy in afternoons of summer days. It was her who pinched me again and again to call me back from my beautiful dreams and require me to listen to classes carefully. I was plain and short in those days, but there was a butterfly in my heart. My heart seemed not to be living in the dark and wet chest but jumping in the shining and exciting days. I was looking forward to the moments of meeting her. It was unnecessary to tell her my feelings, because the feeling was so vague and fuzzy that I didn’t understand what the hell it was. How fast time flied! We graduated from that school and switched to another. I looked for her everywhere on the first day when we went to report. It was sunny, the sunshine beat down on the windows through those high trees. Everyone else looked so excited and happy, but for me the excitement and happiness were gradually elapsed. In the crowd seeking her a thousand. hundred times……I have never seen her from that day.

Two years later I was admitted into the NO.1 middle school in the town far from my home. On the first day I met a girl who was tall, slender, naughty and lovely. The following three years were boring and dull, but I was grateful that I kept the pure friendship between us. She was a charming and balmy flower to me, but unfortunately my heart had been fulfilled by the previous girl. We were kind of bosom friends in those days. Later I left for another city near the sea. Over there I kept away from the hustle and bustle of the capital city and away from her familiar and charming face. But when I was blue and sentimental, I would dial her phone and told her that how much I missed her. She was the most loyal audience and the bay where I could pour my feelings.

I always want to find the reasons why there is a valentine’s day in our world, maybe it was designated to memorize a celebrity, maybe it was appointed to celebrate a meaningful event, but I believe that the valentine’s day was designated for all of us to memorize all the beautiful days we’ve experienced.

Listening to my favorite song “where have all the flowers gone”, touched by the sentimental and reminiscent tone, I am reminded all things which I have experienced with all my girls, current and previous. Maybe enjoying the wonderful time with lover and appreciating the beautiful roses are the most reasonable things in the valentine’s day, but I’ve never had such a meaning experience in the past valentine’s days. Listen to those sentimental songs, recollect those beautiful memories, read those essays written during those old days, write some new to record my mood at that very moment. My valentine’ day slips away from morning to the late night, like the notes of songs dancing from the beginning to the end. Always have, always will.

Where have all the flowers gone?
Where the flowers gone?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Where they all gone?

I am enamored of the sound, rhythm and lyrics of this song, as what heroin and dancing outreach do to those potheads. I was dragged far away from the realistic life back to the remote young and naïve days.

Listening to the song, I remember that girl, the girl sitting behind the same desk with me. I was always dizzy in afternoons of summer days. It was her who pinched me again and again to call me back from my beautiful dreams and require me to listen to classes carefully. I was plain and short in those days, but there was a butterfly in my heart. My heart seemed not to be living in the dark and wet chest but jumping in the shining and exciting days. I was looking forward to the moments of meeting her. It was unnecessary to tell her my feelings, because the feeling was so vague and fuzzy that I didn’t understand what the hell it was. How fast time flied! We graduated from that school and switched to another. I looked for her everywhere on the first day when we went to report. It was sunny, the sunshine beat down on the windows through those high trees. Everyone else looked so excited and happy, but for me the excitement and happiness were gradually elapsed. In the crowd seeking her a thousand. hundred times……I have never seen her from that day.

Two years later I was admitted into the NO.1 middle school in the town far from my home. On the first day I met a girl who was tall, slender, naughty and lovely. The following three years were boring and dull, but I was grateful that I kept the pure friendship between us. She was a charming and balmy flower to me, but unfortunately my heart had been fulfilled by the previous girl. We were kind of bosom friends in those days. Later I left for another city near the sea. Over there I kept away from the hustle and bustle of the capital city and away from her familiar and charming face. But when I was blue and sentimental, I would dial her phone and told her that how much I missed her. She was the most loyal audience and the bay where I could pour my feelings.

I always want to find the reasons why there is a valentine’s day in our world, maybe it was designated to memorize a celebrity, maybe it was appointed to celebrate a meaningful event, but I believe that the valentine’s day was designated for all of us to memorize all the beautiful days we’ve experienced.

To my dear:
It’s already late at night. To celebrate the oncoming Valentine’s Day, my friends are still discussing about dates and gifts. But lying in bed, with the blue night over my face, somehow I am suffering from insomnia again and what is overwhelmingly spreading in my mind is nothing but you. Girl,it has been one year and seven months since we were torn apart.

On the Valentine’s Day three years ago, you were walking and dancing along the street, with me singing behind. Your fragile smile was the best beauty I’ve seen in this life and this world. Before we know, we had been in love for 5 years in total. And now the memory is bringing a tear to my eyes. Do you still remember the campus we walked in, the songs we sang together, the swings we played on, the parks we went to, the stars we counted, and the tears we cried, the laughter we laughed. Every little thing we did together is coming back so clearly to me. But it’s also unforgettable that on that stormy and rainy day, something somehow came between us and our love came to a grinding halt. You walked away and never come back again, with the bluebird whining in the cold rain……

Days keep going by. Nights keep falling down. How do I feel about our ended love now? It’s killing me that I still miss you. If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. Who are you with now and does he care you enough? Are you still worrying about your parents? Are you still easy to get cold?Are you still growing your beloved long hair? It’s killing me that I still can’t let go. It’s all because I still love you deep down. There are so many things left I planned to do for you, so many love left I was to show you. I know I should move on but if I had a wish, I would turn back the hands of time and hold you with my last strength. It’s killing me that I must let go. In spite of my doubts,you said you found your freedom and real happiness now. I’m sorry that it’s stressful for you to be with me, keeping you upset. I should let you go and I did so.

What is love and why is love? It’s an old and lasting question for human. And I learn some points because of you. Love ripens us. Owing to love, we learn the art of care and duty and we learn that love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away. Love heartens us. Being deeply loved by someone gives us strength, while loving aomeone deeply gives us courage. At the touch of love, the greatest refreshment in life, everyone becomes a poet and a brave. It’s true that love is blind. But the soul cannot live without love and a heart that loves is always young. However, love requires somethings–trust, the same aim, and certain material basis. Trust is the bond, aim the direction and reality the base. And I conclude love like this–the forever guard of two hearts across the time and space. Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. My hearts lives with you and I’ll think of you every step of the way. If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Love is happiness and without love, the earth is a tomb and life a blank. And here with the Valentine’s Day before, what I want to tell you, all friends in love or in unrequited love in the world, is to be brave to love. Fortune favos the bold. Passionate love is a quenchless thirst and it’ needless to hide and be shy. If love is not madness, it’s not love. Just show your only one your passion and cherish every moment. Brief is life, but love is long. Love never dies. On this special day, I am here wishing you all and my dear true love and bliss……

Dear, the letter is coming to its end, with a drop of tears……
 

Yours Ever
Jason Chao
2010.1.30

Today is also the valentine day, did not know that is some people are also like me has lonely seeking gratified on-line and pleasantly surprised. Knews that myself is the human who will not express the sentiment, knew that myself will not use the magnificent phrase to narrate my sentiment, perhaps because I will not have the means to explain the reason of the arteries. Yesterday evening I dream that he pay no attention to me, I has woke again from the dream, I was very bothersome.
remembered I before has said that did not haggle over anything, did not compare anything, made happy myself is the biggest happiness, but I slowly discovered , sometimes it is not enought that only  simple happy , the society has been too realistic, once very arrogant said to the friend “, so long as I had my enterprise, the marriage I simply did not need”, but the present, is, I ,has pround said with my friend ” I only has own career and the marriage not needed” but now ,of course ,I has a very stable work, although the wages was not too high, but was very relaxed. but these are not I wanted, what I wanted is the enterprise, a successful enterprise which let me has ability to realized my dream, may enable my father and mother can happy come and go the old age. but the present, I do not have.
looks that others happy family life, looks others success the enterprise life, my heart has a little disconsolate, did not deny, I has a little envy and a little jealous, but I knew that some matters are do not have the means to compare, also understood that “the human compared to the human will irritated”, if I am a person, I may the random , but I have father and mother, I do not want to let them also has busy at work in the field, I want to enable them not to do any matter and not to need to worry any question, father and mother is the human who I most want to protect for a lifetime.

The enterprise has not succeeded, love has also delayed because of the initial words, wants immediately 25, 25, I am very not willing to acknowledge digit actually not did not acknowledge, I must be 25, love and the enterprise still be a blank. today was the valentine day. I has remembered him once again, I did not have such painful for a long time, thought my life, thought my sentiment, the real pain was unable the breath, elapsed the thing also did not come back again, regretted that the initial decisiveness, complained own cruelty, hated own heartlessness, what the finally injured people who was myself , grieved people was myself, nobody substitution, could also nobody substitute. Finally has clear: own happiness are not grasps in others’ mouth, but has in own hand.
where is my road ? How should I choose? Is continues maintains the viewpoint of “want the enterprise does not want the marriage” or look for people to marriaged?Wants to study the tasteless and the happiness, knew myelf smile the behind is dejected.
 the day cloudy really lets the human be uncomfortable, the heaven does not cooperate, why the spring scenery is not brightisn’t and the beautiful sunlight, in my heart is also complaining. . . . The telephone has ring, is the best friend has called, lets my go to the sing song together, my tactful rejection, take down the telephone, I has smile reluctantly, life really gives me such a little? the courage which go sing did not have, was not dare facing all? I has inquiring myself. Real hope this day looked like small shen yang to say such one opens eyes, as soon as closed one’s eyes has passed by, I have silently closed my eye which  started to give off heat, no matter what the tears class got down. . . . thought that closes the eye, may not look this world, covers own ear was not to hear this world making noise, seals up own heart, may no longer have the other things, may put myself camouflaged a bright, lively, strong, and gentle female. I has mistake, like befored . . . The day is that cloudy, the heart is so painful, wants to run away cannot escape.
If the heaven give me an opportunity, I will grasp well, I will closely hold that does not put out, I hoped that you knew my heart was so such pain. . . . . . The past has passed by, what is impossible is impossible, the past sentiment must throughout delete , but kept the memory’s pain, was truly eternal.
This day wishes a sweetheart to become the family member finally, hoped that these lonely ,as well as the void heart, pain to be able happiness.

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Lily was born to be blindness, so since she came into the world, she never saw any beautiful scenes in the real world. Maybe there were always moving and beautiful pictures in her mind. It was straight that she never asked anyone the question -what did the real world look like? She lived her life in a simple but special way. Despite of her eyes lost, she had very sharp ears and good memory. No matter what songs she heard, she would sing it correctly and remember the lyrics. Even for the writing letters, she can write letters in smooth and clean condition. So all people regarded her as a talent girl.

However, with the time passing, she grew little by little. What made her father worry about was that Lily rarely spoke to others, it seemed that her world was separated from others. Therefore, her father really hoped that she can open mouth and walked her room to contact the real world and make friends. Maybe the kindness of her father made the God moved, who sent a boy to her family. In a snowy and windy day, her father sent her to school, on the way to school, they found a boy lying on the ground without any awareness, so the kind father brought the boy home and invited a doctor to treat him. After a several days careful treating and nursing, the boy recovered from the illness. The boy told her father that he was Jame and was an orphan. Moreover, he was a lamb. But other aspects, the boy was good at them. Jame continued to tell him that he had no more relatives here. Hearing the painful experience, Lily’s father decided to keep him at home, and let him go to school with Lily. Due to having a mate, Lily was naturally glad.

How time flies! The two guys had grown into adults. What’s more, they were falling in love with each other. After graduation from school, Lily stayed at home doing some literature creating, Jame worked in a small company. Although no more money supported the new couple, they lived their happy life. But in other people’s eyes, they definitely had no good results, because the two disabled guys really had difficulties to take care of themselves. The best way people think was that they should combine with another a healthy physical guy respectively. However, they did not give up each other, in contract, Jame was promoted as the small company’s director for his good performance, they became the best couple in the village. Their marriage life was much better than others.