a voice ringing in my ear,
roaring incessantly.
The moon is full and the
tide is rising.
Have you seen the shadowed tides on the seashore,
one after another, gently beckoning?
That dazzling figure flashed before his eyes,
he held the girl's hand politely,
a trace of nostalgia flashed in his clear eyes,
his fascination was so deep,
his emotions were so euphemistic,
his His demeanor concealed enthusiasm,
but his expression betrayed him secretly.
Secretly, secretly,
everyone smiled knowingly,
only he was still unaware, unaware.
The girl's eyes are the ivy that blooms in the spring,
bit by bit digging into his delicate heart,
the shadow of utility,
the pursuit of fame and fortune,
secretly giving up the position to love.
A girl's smile stretched out at the end of the sun-burning street.
The girl's short hair is full of youthful atmosphere like a deer.
The purity of a girl is a sharp knife piercing the heart.
The blurred and bright lights
dragged out the charming scenery on the deep river in the evening, the
high heels knocked out a cheerful note on the deck, and the
rough and simple accordion threw a series of market chords.
The smile from the heart
hung on the girl's lips for a long time.
He held out his hand respectfully,
"Miss, can I ask you to dance?"
Like a real prince to a real princess.
"Yes, I am very willing." The
girl's happy expression melted into the dark night.
So they danced
like a pair of young lovers who had known each other for a long time.
The lights fascinated them, and
the sparks rising in each other's eyes
dodged each other under the ignorant throbbing.
He finally discovered that
one waltz step after another revolved
into endless lingering and nostalgia.
The girl's heart was full of joy,
"He is the real gentleman in my heart."
But he didn't know that the
girl was the real princess.
The real princess,
but he didn't know it.
In the small and messy room, the
girl was still wearing his large nightgown,
innocent and sweet.
There is a wonderful atmosphere in the air.
They no longer escape the flaming spark.
What a terrifying voice, blaring loudly
on the old radio,
sparks frozen in ice,
seconds ticking by,
the hourglass of happiness coming to an end.
In front of the towering iron fence, there
are thousands of words, and they want to say nothing.
Zhirou's eyes lingered for a long time, for
a long time...
She said she should go,
he said "okay",
she was reluctant to part, and
he pulled her away.
A gentle kiss is
like putting in a lifetime of time,
a lifetime of tenderness.
The girl's figure disappeared into the vast darkness.
He heard loud voices from behind the deep fence.
He lit a cigarette, and he seldom smoked.
At the crowded press conference,
their eyes met again,
with her surprise and his calm.
"I don't think anyone will betray your trust, princess."
His eyes flickered, and she looked relieved.
She took the photo from him,
slowly, slowly,
as if she wanted time to freeze.
Which of the cities you visited was the most impressive?
When someone asked that,
she hesitated.
Then he showed a sincere smile like an angel, and at
that moment, time froze.
Rome, of course, Rome.
Her trembling voice was full of emotion.
His heart fluttered, and
he smiled at her.
And she smiled at everyone.
She can't keep love,
because the country is her responsibility.
She can't forget Rome,
because of him.
The girl left, and the crowd dispersed.
The only figure in the hall walked farther and farther, and the sound of
heavy footsteps echoed,
so long, so long.
His figure
finally disappeared.
Did you hear
the babbling of the tide?
Did you hear
that long sigh?
2003 5/13 23:06
I would like to use this article to commemorate the forever gentleman Gregory Pike in my heart.
Your death on May 12 was so sudden and so touching.
You smiled, shook your wife's hand, and without warning, withdrew from the 87-year long journey of life.
You are fortunate to have Hepburn, your lifelong confidant, and your wife, who had been with you for 48 years, by your side when you died.
A solemn voice rang in my ears:
that's how life is, either slamming to a halt or fading out.
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