Daffodils forever

She, like an early opening of the daffodils, both charming and gentle, and lovely. At that time, there are many guys chasing after her, me too. However, the inferiority and weakness in the torment of a share of total emotion, I often avoid forcing her because my family was poor, his father was labeled as So, I can only hope to look forward to doing, inner fantasy
perhaps God has eyes, Love may be trouble, she has chosen this poor young man took a fancy to me, the reason is simple: honest, kind, ambition. I think this is deliberately left her an excuse, that excuse makes me sleep for several nights, warm and survived a confidence. So, I am grateful to her when in my First love letter to me encouragement. At that time, she wanted to learn English, shy and probing can I help her. With the previous background [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I served as her teacher, and unconsciously, intentionally or unintentionally deepening the kind of love, caring more about her and considerate. Her mother treated me well, but it comes to me and her daughter's marriage, unfortunately, from time to time look over the eyes of adults from the aunt. So that the already fragile inferiority complex, unable to withstand the kind of aunt glance, the conflict inside me for a long time, ashamed but helpless.
day, she gave me a pot of daffodils, told me that it is the embodiment of her, and told me to be often watered, do not be left out of the delicate daffodils. I am filled with warmth, with life and vowed never to make daffodils moisture. After my sincere efforts, her mother finally acquiesced in our marriage. I am excited and can then ask the one aunt: Because I was poor, can not afford to repairing the kind of marriage. I do strongly forced to leave her self-esteem, they go to distant relatives, and seek to earn enough money for future development. She advised me several times, saying that only care about me, would rather suffer with my life. The more she say, my heart felt a greater dignity, but also increasingly strengthened that long journey. Prior to departure [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], faint heart cherished sadness, I gave her the basin of daffodils, said nothing will be on the road.
two years, I walked a lot, eat a lot of pain, carry wood, coal mines under the daffodils ... ... for that, in order to see the aunt was not sorry and sad, I worked hard. However, when I Chuaizhuo hope and money to go to her home [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the aunt tearfully told me that she was a medical in forever gone. I was stunned!
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Really? dream of thinking of your smile, your gentle whisper Dishou occasionally filled with the rise of those two innocent eyes full of warmth. All these are gone no longer like a go back. Why is the best young point in life you have left me, walking as rapidly, so ruthless!
I know you want my memory, engraved simply, a mark, not for a warm, only willing to Evergreen. But, you know, you're going, but I became a lifetime pursuit and journeying prayer is forever etched in my heart. Poets drunk after cried in a corner, put a piece of paper piercing message buried under a tree outside the city in the western suburbs, but also deeply buried my pain. Depths of memory, the total fall is also not erase the lost and lonely every night that lamp.
I know you like me, like waiting in the same talk to share feelings quietly. I organize your diary, I Shenhui own inferiority and paranoia, so that you can not say that sentence written into my memory forever, the feelings of my life has become a landscape of fixed stages. I also know, the more you love yourself more cold and aloof to behave in front of you stick to the dignity of man. This is the arrogant self-esteem not only torture you torment me. Your At this point, I understand your feelings for me that cold waiting to the last pay everything.
my bosom the bitterness and sadness took away the basin of daffodils on her desk.
years later, though it flowers have withered, but she grew up in my heart forever. She often reminds me of a beautiful maiden and kindness, I think of heart collection share the truth, when you think of love twisted into a sorrowful history.