Yu Shu often advises those around her not to easily comment on other people's choices in life, because every choice will have its reasons, and now, she finally found out how correct what she said. In the past, she never thought that she would go on a blind date, but this time she finally started a blind date; In the past, she has always been optimistic about online dating, but this time she is online dating.

Things have to start three months ago, it was a rainy night in spring, she was alone at home looking at QQ space, and suddenly someone applied to be added as a friend, she saw that the screen name was "singing wood", she felt that this person's screen name was very special and agreed. Then, he sent "Hello" in the past, and the other party also replied with "Hello", Yu Shu asked him what he was doing, and the other party typed two words "Writer", and a smile appeared on Yu Shu's face, because there are too many self-proclaimed writers now.

After a while, the other party sent a few pictures of his own works, and Yu Shu found out that the other party was really a writer, and then, the singing wood sent his blog URL again, saying that when there was nothing to do, you could take a look at his works. Then, there was no news.

Yu Shu was just bored, so he opened his blog at will, she was calmed down, she also has a blog, often just write about her feelings and thoughts, generally not into a chapter, this is called a singing wood, the articles on the blog are classified, the division is very clear, each article has a title. There are poems, essays, novels, and plays, and there are eight or nine thousand articles in total.

Yu Shu has liked poetry since he was a child, so he specializes in reading poetry. The first poem captivated her. The title is "Untouchable Feelings"

The sun is setting

A touch of pink clouds

It's as beautiful as a girl's shy cheeks

can only admire, can't hug her

On the water by the river

A few green willow branches

It's as soft as a girl's romantic feelings

can only taste but can't save her from walking

We will always be with beauty

With too many cute things

Separated by a hairspring

But it's the end of the earth

We will always say it in admiration

That cloud was beautiful

The clouds can't hear my praise

We always sigh and say

The willow branches are so lovely

Willow Branch could not sense my admiration

Fleeting years

Sometimes even myself

I will also forget the trembling heart

That evening

That morning

The soul that met unexpectedly

It turned out to be feelings that could not be touched

This person's poems are all modern poems, the poetry language is beautiful, the imagery is novel, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and each poem is not very long, which is very suitable for mobile phone reading. The feelings of the poems are very sincere, some are lingering and compassionate, some are cheerful and beautiful, and two-thirds of the poems seem to be written about a girl. He read more than thirty poems in one go, and was already controlled by the poet's strong feelings, and several times burst into tears of excitement.

One of his favorite poems is "If Love Has Providence":

Encounter you as refreshing as the shade of the early summer trees

Sentimental as a teenager's mistake

The wind brings you the most cheerful and amorous

Send it like a peach blossom in March

But you walked by singing and laughing

I never stopped at the casual footsteps

Petals that trampled by

Shattered my feelings

The song of the bird is my retention

The swaying of the branches is my beckoning

You finally look back and smile

A smiling face like a pear blossom

Adorned my whole dream

If love has a providence

Just ask Heaven to freeze you

In every time I look back

I can always see you smiling affectionately

Since then, she has free time to read his poems, and occasionally chat with the singing wood about his poems, the other party is very proficient in typing, always the other party talks a lot, sometimes talking and talking, he will suddenly say that something is offline, and it will take a few days to find out that he is online again, and the online will answer the questions she raised a day ago, or a few days ago.

Later, she also read his prose, and through his prose she also got to know him a little bit, he is forty-two years old this year, has been single, has made a living by selling essays, and has had a vigorous love. She already knew him from the illustrations in his articles, but he didn't know anything about her.

He rarely chats, but his blog is updated with poems and articles every day. Two months later, she had read all the articles he had posted before, so she waited for his articles to be updated every day.

Then, when it comes to poetry creation, the singing wood tells her that he writes poetry for entertainment, not literary creation, and a poem can be written in a few minutes. Yu Shu was surprised, she used to have a classmate who also liked to write poems, but she often held back for many days to write a poem.

Mu, who can sing, also understands philosophy, especially the philosophy contained in traditional Chinese thought, and they often argue, and later, they often chat. After the blind date with Lin Jiaxin, during the period when Zihao disappeared, she mainly relied on reading his articles and poems to support her.

She was very disappointed that night, and after Zihao had Jiayue, she told the story of her and Zihao, as well as Zihao's liking for Jiayue, to the singing wood.

The singing wood said: "People say that they learn to let go, which means that in your case, you are like holding a hundred dollars in your hand, and the money belongs to someone else, and you know that sooner or later you have to give it to someone else, it is better to give it to someone else, and then go and find the hundred yuan that belongs to you." ”

Yu Shu felt that he made a lot of sense, so he thought about it. However, one day, she discovers that the singing wood has neither answered her questions nor messaged her, and the poems and articles on her blog have not been updated. The next day, there was still no news, and she became restless; On the third day, there was still no news, no matter how she sent the message, no one replied.

She had to reread the poems he had recently written, and she suddenly realized that they were written for herself, and she had not discovered them before. One of them is called "When the Wind Rises, the Heart Will Bloom into a Lotus":

The lake is as quiet as a mirror

White clouds drift past the middle of the lake

Birds come to the lake to flown and tease

The heart of the lake is as calm as a Buddha

The wind blew slowly

She's a little shy

There is no verdant mountain in the mountains

There is no magnificence of white clouds

Birds playfully glide over the wind

There is no trace of the wind

Evoke the ripples of a lake

The surging center of the lake

Bloom into a lotus

Laughing into a flower lake said

It's a nice day when the wind blows

The wind jumped up the hill in the blink of an eye

Then, reading and reading, she cried, she missed him, but she couldn't contact him.

She regretted not asking him for his phone number, in the past, it was boys who took the initiative to ask her for a phone number and then look for her, she never thought of taking the initiative to find a man.

On the seventh day, he finally showed up and sent a message saying that he had gone to an ethnic minority area to collect style, and there was no Internet there, so he couldn't reply to her messages in time or update the article.

In the next few days, the singing wood successively sent out a lot of pictures and texts, which were very beautiful and touching.

They started chatting again, and one day, he suddenly told her that he couldn't talk to her anymore, that he had wasted too much time, and that the planned book had not been written.

When he said this, he startled her, she couldn't lose him, she found herself in love with this singing wood, she was suddenly shocked, isn't this online dating? On the one hand, she needed to talk to him; On the other hand, she wanted to break free of him, after all, he was too much older than her, so she agreed to talk to him as little as possible in the future.

However, the next day she didn't last until the afternoon, and she couldn't help but send him a message, she sent a simple sentence: "I found that I seem to be in love with you." ”

She waited until the evening in the midst of suffering, and the other party sent a smiling expression, and she immediately sent a sentence: "Really, I found that I can't do without you, don't ignore me, you take a few minutes to talk to me every day, okay?" She stared nervously at the mobile phone screen, and after a long time, two words popped up: "Yes"

She hurriedly typed a sentence: "Is it okay now?" It took two minutes for the other party to type a word: "OK".

She hurriedly wrote her thoughts and admiration for the singing wood to the other party, who knew that the other party called a sentence: "I am an ordinary person, not worthy of you like this, I am a very boring person in life." ”

She saw that her heart ached, and she hurriedly said: "From your works, I read your loneliness and loneliness, and also read your beautiful heart, can you show a little real emotion?" ”

"My emotions are in the poem, you can read it yourself!" The singing wood replied.

She knows that men like these in their forties who are not married must have extraordinary love, their hearts have been wrapped in thick cocoons, and they will easily no longer believe in love, let alone show their true feelings.

She typed again: "Tell me about your love, okay?" The frequency curtain flickered for a long time, and two words popped out: "Can't!" ”

"Why?" She immediately called. After a while, a sentence flashed out: "The rose is dead, what good is it to mention it?" It's better to look forward. ”

Yu Shu always felt that there was a layer of paper between her and him, and she was always separated from something when she spoke, so she hit "I love you" three times in a row and sent it over. After a pause, the words "I love you too" jumped out on the screen, and Yu Shu almost cried with excitement, but then typed another sentence: "But it must still be a tragedy."

Yu Shu didn't even think about it: "No, I will make it bloom undefeated."

A smiling face came over there.

From this night on, they became true lovers, and the singing wood wrote a poem to Yushu every day. Yu Shu's favorite "Thinking of You, You Are a Light on a Rainy Night":

The fog tightened August's brow

I can't smell the fragrance of osmanthus

The rain cried so that the chrysanthemums could not bloom

The wind and the rain lingered like a nightmare

Your message is like a thunder in March

It has been hidden for a long time

Your whereabouts are like the winds of April

Emeral

Your face is like a lotus in July

Natural carving

Your breath is like the plum of the wax moon

Shallow ecstasy

Tears of loss in the heart of the bitter wind and rain

Think of the sun shining in front of you

Think of the spring blossoms in your heart

You are a light on a rainy night

Never extinguish the sparkle in the heart

Yu Shu also tried to start writing poetry, but it was very straightforward.