Love's Date (novel) translated by Zhang Bao

The clock above the information desk at the Grangeme Metro Center in New York is six o'clock and six o'clock. The young, tall lieutenant stared intently at the time with a swarthy face. His heart skipped a beat, and in six minutes he was about to meet a woman who had held a special place in his heart for the past thirteen months, a woman he had never seen before, but whose words gave him endless spiritual strength.

The air battle that day was one that Brandford will never forget, the battle was extremely hard, and his plane was tightly surrounded by a group of enemy aircraft.

In a letter, he confessed to her that he was often afraid, and that just a few days before the battle he had received a reply from her: "Of course you will be afraid...... All warriors are no exception. If you feel fear again later, I hope you will remember what I said to you: yes, I am walking in the valley of death, but I am not afraid of evil: because you are with me...... It was her words that gave him courage.

Now he was about to see her, and the time was six and four minutes.

A girl walked past him, and Lieutenant Branford was startled. She wore a bouquet of flowers on her chest, but not the red roses they had agreed upon beforehand. Moreover, the girl looked to be only 18 years old, and Holis Menel told him that she was 30 years old. What does it matter? To that, he replied, I'm 32 years old. In fact, he was only 29 years old.

His mind went back to the book he had read in the training base called "On the Bondage of Human Nature". There are many annotations in the book by female Juanjuan Xiu. He never believed that a woman could penetrate into a man's heart so subtly and keenly. Her name, Holis Menell, is written on the stamp attached to the cover. He got a New York City phone directory and looked up her address. So, he wrote to her. She was quick to reply. The next day he went to the front, but they corresponded all the time.

For 13 months, she had faithfully written back to him, and she continued to write to him even when he had not. He knew he was in love with her, and she was in love with him.

But every time he asked her for a photo, she refused. "If your feelings for me are genuine, it doesn't really matter how I look," she explains. Suppose I'm pretty. I've often had the feeling that you've always had the luck of thinking I'm pretty, and that kind of love will make me feel disgusted. If I'm not pretty (and you should admit it's likely), then I'll worry that you're in correspondence with me because you're too lonely to have anyone else. No, please don't ask me for a photo, you can make a decision when you get back to New York to meet me. "It's six o'clock in a minute...... He took a hard drag on his cigarette, and his heart began to pound.

A young woman walked up to him. Her fingers are white and slender, and her pale green dress is as vibrant as spring. He began to walk towards her, but forgot to notice if she was wearing red roses. As he walked towards her, he noticed a provocative smile clearly on the corner of her mouth.

"Soldier, come with me?" she whispered.

He took another step closer to her. That's when he saw Horis Menell.

She stood almost straight behind the young woman. She was in her early 40s and had gray hair tucked into an old hat. She was overweight, with large thick feet tucked into low-heeled shoes, and a red rose on a crumpled coat.

The girl in the green dress walked away quickly.

Bramford seemed to be split in two, and he was eager to follow the girl, but he was eager to see his girlfriend, whose spirit had been with him and inspired, and she stood before him. He could see how gentle and sensible her gray, fat face was, and her gray eyes shone with a quiet warmth.

Lieutenant Branford did not hesitate, and he busily clamped his fingers to the old book "On the Bondage of Human Nature" that could prove his identity to her. It may not be called love, but it is something that should be cherished. It was a friendship he had earned and would be forever grateful......

He straightened his countenance, saluted, and laid the book in front of the woman, and in spite of his words, he felt a bitterness of disappointment in his heart.

"I'm Bramford, and you're Miss Menell, may I invite you to dinner?"

The woman laughed, "Son, I don't know what is the matter," she replied, "and the lady in the green dress begged me to put this rose on her dress, and said that if you ask me to go out with you, let me tell you that she is waiting for you in the restaurant across the street." She said it was a test of sorts. ”

The feeling of spring Zhang Baotong

In the spring when the peach and willow are green, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the spring is always full of the color and breath of love, and the seeds of life are full of vitality and delicate bloom in the beautiful and bright spring. The gentle breeze blows a burst of warmth, like a harp playing the music of life. The breeze is clear, the spring is full of joy, the empty mountain is full of rain, the grass is green and the flowers are red, under the blue sky, everywhere is the joy of the passion of life, and it is the pulse of the spring that penetrates into the hearts of the people.

The breeze sweeps away the cold of the remnants of winter, blows the warm breath of Qingming into the world, turns the green emotion into the impulse of life in spring, awakens the surging passion from laziness, and awakens the surging passion from laziness, with distinct feelings and inspiration, so that you look forward to it, let you reverie, let the spring emotions stir, and let the thoughts fly. For a time, the flowers were in full bloom, the world was full of greenery, the sky was full of kites and the sun for kissing, and the girls on the street were like colorful butterflies.

Standing in the window lattice of spring, bathed in the fragrance of peach and plum, looking at the fascinated flowers and willow green, how can the sentimental feelings not breed the infinite lingering of spring. This kind of emotion has the warmth of Gu Yu Qingming, and also the freshness of the spring equinox of rain, full of pure atmosphere and romantic feelings.

Spring is like a girl coming from the season as promised, from a dreamy feeling.

With the mood of meeting with dreams, or walking alone in the suburbs of the mountains, resting among the trees by the stream, pouring into a lovesickness, feeling that "Mu Xinxin has been glorious, the spring trickles and begins to flow" like a dream; or lingering in the grass flowers, flying a wisp of Qixiang, experiencing the poetic feelings of "acacia like flowers, dreamy like brocade", facing the peach and willow green, hearing the laughter of the beautiful woman, letting the spring breeze blow into the heart, let the heart flower stretch and open, this may be the feeling of spring.