Zheng Xiaowen drew two letters from the middle, and the first letter had a five-character quatrain written on it:

Under the gazebo of the past, there was a sound of poetry and laughter. Today, people are far away, sitting alone and looking forward to reunion. Lonely Elin, June 3, 1991.

On this letter is a seven-character quatrain:

"Lovesickness" suddenly heard the sound of piano playing, and the flowers stopped and were shocked. The east wind came forward with a whistle, and the reason was a deep ear auditory hallucination. Yilin, who was stupid, September 6, 1992.

Zheng Xiaowen still wanted to see Yang Yilin's letter, she pulled out another one, and saw that it read "Song in My Heart":

Swallows fly quickly overhead, and willows flutter with the spring breeze. The green trees still embrace the majestic mountains, and the white sheep still dot the green river slopes.

I am walking in your footsteps in the suburbs looking for the spring of the past, playing the guitar and singing a song, praying for the atmosphere, and praying for the spring breeze to spread for you. Melodious strings, beautiful songs, fluttering with the atmosphere, across thousands of mountains, across thousands of rivers, drifting into the distance, floating into your heart.

The sound of the song and the piano accompanied the sound of the heart flew with the spring breeze, and flew through the clouds through the sky to the distance and flew into your eardrums. At the end of the world, you hear the sound of my piano, my heart, my song, have you ever remembered that there is a me where the sun rises?

The time of living in torment is also like an arrow, and the sun and moon in the bitterness of thinking are also like a shuttle. Thinking about it for more than two years, I have been waiting for more than two years to see through the flowers blooming and falling, day and night, dreaming and waiting for a blink of an eye.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter were chaotic, and I didn't know whether it was cold or hot, and I climbed a rugged slope on the 365-mile steep road. When are you going to go back and when are you going to return, when are you coming to me to drive away my loneliness and loneliness.

People who are far away from me, people who are far away from me, you know that I can't bear it and can't live without you! Thousands of miles away from me, the only love in my heart, love, don't waste our youth time again and again!

Think about the heart-to-heart lock between the two of us, and quickly end your wandering in a foreign land! We have all said that 100 years is too short and add 100 years, do you remember? Stay together for 200 years, and I will spend my whole life fulfilling this promise!

I miss you Elin, May 1, 1992.

Zheng Xiaowen looked at Yang Yilin's letter, she couldn't stop reading it, and she drew another one, and saw that it was also a poem: Oh, Yilin wrote to me with her heart!

"Appealing to the Heart, Looking Forward to the Wife's Return" is cold and the moon shines on the west wall, and the cold courtyard is desolate at night. The ice window is lonely and lonely, and he steps sadly in the study.

People are gone, thinking bitterly, and tears are thousands of lines. Two years without faith, four seasons of sorrow, looking forward to breaking the liver and sausage.

Remembering you and looking forward to your return, January 22, 1992.

She wiped her tears and smoked another one, and the letter was still a poem:

"Sauvignon Blanc, Who Knows the Bitter Love" is frightened when dreaming, startled when waking up, and waking up with anxiety and unknown heaven. Cold window against cold star.

Tears are also full, tears are also full, tears are mixed with four watches at night. Who knows what to do with it?

Elin in a frightening dream, December 20, 1992.

Zheng Xiaowen's body trembled a little when she saw it, she couldn't stand still, so she sat down and looked at it. The first letter in his hand was "Spring and Autumn That Can't Find the Past":

I can no longer find the past spring and autumn, it was after your painful parting. Your distant back is full of sorrow and sorrow, and you take away the shyness and sweet smile and whispering together.

I call your name a thousand times, and I drink the rain and snow to wash my body and face with sadness. Rows of tears were accompanied by hoarseness to dryness, and all these efforts were in vain.

My only love is for you, turn around and face east, and I'll put a wide rainbow on you. Hurry up and step on the beautiful Hongqiao to get closer to me, my mind is the sky where you soar!

Ealin, full of sorrow and longing, November 2, 1990.

Zheng Xiaowen said in his heart after reading it: Yilin, you wait for me, I'll go back immediately!

She hurried to read the second letter "Deep Love", and when she saw the words "even if you become", she couldn't hold back a few laughs with tears in her eyes. How would she know that these words and sentences were Yang Yilin's own feelings after meeting the two old men!

The third letter she read was a seven-character quatrain, "Looking for a Beloved Wife," followed by a poem. She knows that the poems here play a supporting role in this poem.

Poetry: Thinking of stretching thousands of miles is enough for a wife, and thinking about crossing a thousand journeys will love Yan. The intention is to travel endlessly in the ocean, and the love trekking is boundless.

Poetry: Sweating in the day, staggering in the night, the wind is bleak, the snow is long, the mountains are vast, and the rivers are rippling. The bitter brain takes a boat from time to time, loves to climb the mountain every day, walks, walks, thinks, thinks, climbs far away every month, and climbs on the road for a year. The sea and mountains were still lonely in front of me, and I was stunned and stupid, and tears filled my eyes with confusion and antination.

Love and love in the trek of Yilin, 1993 Chinese New Year's Eve.

On the fourth letter is a five-character quatrain "Lovesick Tears", followed by a poem.

Poem: The end of the world is gone, and I have been waiting for home for three years. Walking alone on the incense path, tears sprinkled with flowers in the garden.

Poetry: Recalling the two of them in the garden, the past is full of hearts. Hand in hand to appreciate the ten thousand chrysanthemums, laughing bamboo on Songtsan winter plum. The sound of the piano is melodious, the singing is crisp, and the poems are snuggled together. In the past, the cheeks of the pavilion were whispered, and now the lovesick tears are flowing!

Yilin, who is looking forward to the return of his wife, February 11, 1993.

On the fifth letter is a poem: "Pounding Lianzi Demolition and Demolition to See the Two Houses" The door is clean, and the two houses are empty. The courtyard was full of desolate tears. It is difficult to find the old scene, and the warm spring is in the middle of winter.

Elin in pain, March 16, 1993.

When Zheng Xiaowen saw this poem, she suddenly felt sad in her heart: Ah! The private school alley has been demolished! Yilin, don't feel bad, I'll go back immediately! She looked at the three letters in her hand: Just read them!

The title of the first letter was "Searching":

Looking for your North Pole to the South Pole, I can't find my only one. I miss the moon and return again, and I miss the flowers blooming and withering. Every day is cold in the heart, and the mind is frozen all the time. Beloved, come back quickly, don't let me be sad again!

In Remembrance of Yilin, May 20, 1992.

On the second letter is the poem "Meditation":

Pondering the past, sleepless nights. The study lamented and had a lot of thoughts. With the face of flowers, she actually walked away from me. Colorful dreams, vanished. All this has become a lingering torment for me.

Pondering the past, my mind lingers. Morning and twilight miss, tears in the middle of the night. The boy thinks he has his own opinions, and he rides his horse and whips the boat to sail. Who knows who expected, the love is scattered. All this has become a reunion in the next life.

Pondering the past, the cold body in the East Garden, the full moon went away, and there was only one bend left. Sorrow invades the heart and the world is dark, and I don't know how many years I have cried. Tears blur my vision, I can't see it at all. I can't think of whether the road ahead is narrow or wide.

Yilin in confusion, January 16, 1993.

Zheng Xiaowen wiped his tears and hurriedly looked at the last letter in his hand, and saw that it was a poem "Appealing to Heartfelt Love, There Must Be You":

Flowers bloom and snow fly into the sky, miserable for another year. Where are the lovers, and when are you ready?

Love is endless, love is boundless, and I look forward to reunion. Without you in this life, you will be alone for life, and you will be a lonely widow for a lifetime!

Yilin in solitude, February 6, 1993.

After Zheng Xiaowen read this poem, her heart hurt even more, she didn't read other letters anymore, and she had made up her mind to return to China.