In the supplement, under Yuan Qiuhua's book review, there is a prose poem.

Wangqiu Fu

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Blessed in this life, let me meet you, fortunate in this life, you are my wife. The days are still poor, but the two of us chew the poverty with relish, like tea, with a faint fragrance in the bitterness, like an orchid, and the autumn frost on the face of arrogance after the snow. The warmth of the mountains, soaring like a song, brilliant as the glow; the romance of the clouds, turning into a butterfly, flying and dancing; the tenderness of the water, falling in love with a bean, crystal clear! The pampas reeds ring the rock, the years are cold and ambiguous; the silk is wrapped around the pineapple, and the reason is dependent on each other, the sorrows and joys are interdependent; the morning bell and the twilight drum, the morning and evening promise to live and die together!

Because of you, love is better than wine, the more you brew, the more you drink, the more fragrant you drink, smell, your heart is drunk! Because of you, the water loses love in three points, the deeper and cleaner, the more pure and pure, look, people are beautiful!

How can there be wealth and nobility? I don't ask Toad Palace to climb Gui, I just hope that the moon is full, and the family is round, and the people are good and the water is sweet!

Time flies, the years flow like water, thirty springs, summers, autumns and winters, and they pass suddenly. How many times of joy and sorrow, a few times of the world's difficulties, unfortunate and mimosa, self-opening and self-falling, self-defeating, how many years of waste? Unfortunately and for a little bird, self-pity and self-love, self-trouble, I don't know that youth will be old! I have also woven my eyes into thoughts, let the gentle fly like a song, let the enthusiasm be like a glow, and I also wanted to hug the beauty, let the plain hands break the new orange, let the red sleeves add fragrance to the night, but the result is nothing.

I realized that life is really not so easy, and love is really not so simple. Love is like a beautiful and light elf, flying above my head day and night, I can see and feel, pulling me to run around, teasing me to find north and south. As everyone knows, when I stretched out my hand, all my fingertips touched was the hard wall, and when I touched the wall, it was the wall of reality!

The intention is not exhausted and the love has flown away, and the love is tired and the heart is old. The irresistible loss of love finally made me understand that love has too many objective conditions, and it is actually an unbearable lightness in life and an unbearable weight in life.

Still, I looked up, still looking out in the cold wind.

Love is the blue sky, the white clouds, the clear water, the air, and the space that maintains my existence! I don't want others to understand, let alone confess myself. Love is quality, responsibility, breathing, common fate, and the promise of growing old together; love is the state of mind, is the feeling, is the slightest connection, is the passion of the heart; love is kindness and tolerance, is forbearance and maintenance, is the attraction of understanding and respect!

Can't give up, won't compromise, would rather endure making fun of me, sarcasm me, not understanding me, than making do.

The phoenix returns to his hometown and travels all over the world to seek his phoenix.

Wangqiu, my white dove, you came through the clouds and fog, reminding me: On the road of life, the long pavilion is even the short pavilion, and all the vanity will eventually pass. Love is the only pure land, the home of human souls!

Wangqiu, my little deer, you came over the mountains and told me: the world is busy, money is noisy, and people's hearts are impetuous. Alas, wearing a flail is also self-locking. Alas, what people do is nothing more than a cocoon to bind themselves!

Between heaven and earth, how many people can be like you? Delicate and elegant like the autumn moon, gentle and elegant like the spring breeze, looking at the autumn!

What do you want in your life? It is enough to have a confidant. The ancients sighed, it is easy to seek knowledge from friends, but it is difficult to seek knowledge from wives and concubines. What do you want in your life? A good wife is enough. My Wangqiu, there is a virtuous virtue, there is a lady's style, I am a confidant, I am not happy, I am not happy, I am not satisfied!

Now, looking up and looking around, how many people are like you and me in the crowd like ants and bees?

Wangqiu, my beautiful couple, my golden silk bird, eternal and unbreakable marriage, this new life, this brilliance, this happiness, I can't tell you enough to thank you!

Wangqiu, my bride, my lily, my kind and beautiful wife, smart and virtuous wife, how can I repay?

Keep spurring yourself to struggle, to fight hard, to make you proud of me, proud of me, to let you marry me, and eternal happiness, eternal health!

The author of this article is signed as Eighteen Sons. This person may be surnamed Li, but Shenlong saw the beginning and did not see the end, signed the text, and agreed to publish it, it was obviously inconvenient to use his real name, so he drafted a pen name.

In the morning, Yuan Qiuhua was eating breakfast and flipping through the daily newspaper. In the unpublished supplement, she found that she found a book review, she jumped over and didn't read it, because it was a work for the occasion, not a thing, not only gorgeous rhetoric, a kind of cover-up, I am afraid that even the romantic metaphor is also a kind of perfunctory, after all, it is the pen and ink used by literati to make the false article to the fullest.

She swept her eyes downward, saw this article, first glanced at ten lines, read it roughly, was moved, patted her brain, immediately stopped eating or drinking, and hurriedly read it again. That's right, together with the readers, she feels that love is like a budding flower blooming brightly and radiantly; she is the same as the reader, as if holding two red and hot hearts, very hot; she and the reader, she feels happiness like a rainbow, permeating the newlyweds' two sweeter than honey hearts; she is consistent with the reader, feeling that happiness is like an angel, dancing around the fairy partner and blessing it!

Whether you believe it or not, love, and let me convey a kind of life instinct, pure, and beautiful feelings that everyone yearns for.

The author looked at it warmly and told with a smile. He expresses the fantasy of love so pure and holy, elegant and beautiful, bold and majestic with perfect skill. The indescribable vein in the text, the warmth and romance of the heart, the poetry, revealing a kind of eternal beauty beyond time and space, refreshing and intoxicating, although it can not be obtained, but the heart yearns for it. His unique language brings the musicality of rhythm and rhythm to the extreme, creating a dreamlike, picturesque and colorful world that is breathtaking, applauding and delighting.

Indeed, love may be only a noble fantasy, a fairy tale, but it does not prevent human beings from being moved. Really, his love is very beautiful and romantic, like drinking a glass of ganlin.

Yuan Qiuhua slowly appreciated line by line, sentence by sentence, food can forget worries, and the same is true of beautiful literature. At this beautiful moment, she was in a very happy mood and relaxed, which made her feel clean, clear, transparent, simple, natural, and as dusty as a newborn baby.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the lively, the peer looks at the doorway, the beauty of the text, such as the food, the more you look at the heart, the happier you are, and the more you look at the skills, the more itchy. She was so excited that she wrote a few words of appreciation on the side: She can be in the reality of materialism and utilitarianism, not be burdened, stick to the soul of Zaoxue, and admire! It is not easy to be unmoved and stick to the quiet Zen realm in the era when people's hearts are impetuous and the world is declining! In all fairness, the artistic conception of the article is far-reaching, the language is exquisite, and the text is really beautiful! Any bells and whistles, fashionable and new-school hype, have made this quiet and quaint atmosphere suppressed, gratifying! Whether it is artistic level or cultural taste, they have climbed to another peak, congratulations!

Yuan Qiuhua did this, and the editor's professional habits were natural, and when he discovered Maxima, he suddenly had the joy of Bole, and he couldn't help but be happy, and he wrote a song. She even thought that when he went to the supplement department in the future, he must find out who the author is, get contact information, and then exchange experiences and cut it down.