That was an early spring afternoon, I, like a tramp, picked up my luggage and came to Guangzhou Airport. Sitting in a corner of the hall, I watched people coming and going, but just could not see you show up. You said you would come to see me off, you swore you would love me until I stop loving you. However...
At the moment of enplaning, I could no longer constrain a string of yearning tears from sliding down.
登上飞机的一刹那，一串思念的泪水止不住地滑落。
Back in Beijing, I collapsed, for the whole month. One day, you entrusted a friend of yours to bring a rose to me, but my heart had died away. The rose， return to you! A year later, I returned to Guangzhou. When we have a chance again to sit down and have a heart-to-hear talk, my love is still as ever, only that I will not let you know. We got acquainted in a time we should not, and being able to know you and fall in love with you is the luckiest thing in my life. I can understand you, just as I can understand myself. Do you still remember what I said to you？"The passion held in hand will be reduced to ashes at once, but that hidden at the bottom of the heart will endure and remain fresh forever." Just let you be the King in my heart, I never wish anyone can drive you away.
Today, it snowed in Beijing, and in the vast expanse of whiteness, I made a snowman, the more I saw it, the more it was like you, I could not help laughing out...
But I spelled out everything from your eyes one year later. We did not
say anything since then.
可是在一年后，我从你的眼中读懂了一切。我们没有再说过什么。
The charming rose once offered a warm current across a frozen heart, and let her feel warm; at least, the nice rose once added a little bright color to the dismal life. I have stepped onto a non-return road in love, but, with the rose you sent to accompany me on my road, why should I worry about loneliness? Enough!
Though I did not accept your rose, my heart has accepted it! In the unseen world, I seemed to have heard something you said to me... Then I stood up with a laugh. From then on，the rose has been in blossom in my heart, sending off fragrance in my dream. For the whole year, we lived far apart from each other, no message from each other at all. That love sickness often tortured me to death!
One year later, I came back to Guangzhou, and the unusual nonchalance between us was sensed by our sensitive friends, who set a trap for us. We met again at a karaoke hall. Our acting was so marvelous that no one could guess any emotional involvement between you and me. You clinked glasses with me in a smile, and a melancholy flickered across your eyes, but it was noticed by me unluckily. I smiled, too, really, lowered my head and smiled lightly...
In such a snowy night in the northland, I will remain wake gain. Faraway，how are you？
在北国这一个下雪的晚上，又将无眠。远方的你，可好？
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The first poster was put onto the Internet. The web world was silent，without answer.
第一个帖子贴出了。网络上静悄悄的，没有回音。
I gave myself a name on the Internet, "Rose in the Wind", although I had never written articles before.
从来没有写过文章的我，为自己起了个网名“风中玫瑰”。
Actually, the poster was not written for others to read, I just hoped to find a pair of eyes in the ocean-like Internet, which could read it. I
wrote for him. Afterwards，unexpectedly, I wrote for ten months in succession. My poster was about to become a book,
and my "writing" became "literary creation", which is very uncustomary to me, but still I have to give opinions on "literature", thus, I wrote the following words:
Shortly after the New Year of the millennium, Rose went into the chatting BBS, hoping to write something, but not knowing how to start.
千禧年元旦刚过，玫瑰初次走进BBS，一直想写点什么东西，却又觉得无从着手。
A net friend asked Rose： "Often hear you say want to write something,
but why do I not see your poster?"
有网友问玫瑰：“老听你说想写点什么东西的，怎么不见你发帖子呢？”
Rose always said shyly："No inspiration，I don't know what to write, wait a while."
玫瑰总是不好意思地说：“没有灵感，都不知道要写什么才好呢，等等吧，再说。”
Thus, I wandered on the BBS for many days. That day, accidentally, I saw a net friend's poster about seeing someone off at the airport, very touching in deed. Rose signed with deep feelings, and could not help thinking up an unforgettable story of the remote past, then, unable to control her feelings, she wrote her first poster, "Rose in the Wind...” and put it up at once.
At first, Rose did not imagine that she would make the story into a serial novel and keep it going, however, her net friends always gave support to her, encouraging her to work on, thus, the story was uncoiled slowly like a volume of book. In the hard course of writing, Rose went through countless winds and rains. The comments from the net friends contained both praise and blame. The poster became over-loaded and she had to open new ones... Such an idea as "Stop it and give it up" also occurred to her. But now she has overcome all those obstacles. She has been writing for more than half a year, which is quite unexpected to her.
Of course, those words are gobbledygook on the whole. As a matter of fact, it was for him that she started to write. Hoped that he would read the heart of Rose silently, in the distance. What she was not aware of is that the book has become the public property of many net friends. Such an outcome seems to be more to my taste.
"At the very start，you promised to me，
Between us，even a touch of the hand would not occur.
At first，I thought I could.
But I found I couldn't when you dated with me again…"
Yes，to this day, I have understood，
I can not, either…
是的，我到今天也明白了，
我也做不到……
No matter how we were before，
No matter how we will be later，
I only know my heart stays here forever，
This moment of beauty，
Has been firmly locked in my mind.
