It was past eight o'clock in the morning on Sunday, the breeze was not dry, and the sun was just right. Outside this "Weiyang Garden", a young man has delicate short hair, and the clear outline of his face shines under the background of the rising sun. He is dressed in pure white half-sleeves, black slacks, and white sneakers, which makes him look more and more delicate, giving people a clean and comfortable feeling. He looked at the introduction of this ancient and poetic garden, and sometimes looked up into the distance, apparently waiting for someone to arrive. About ten minutes later, a bus came slowly, the doors opened, and she came, with a face full of morning light. She had seen him in the car and was already walking towards him. He knew she was coming, and the breeze had already sent him her fragrance. He turned around, turned around, his black eyes shining with her, and walked towards him, everything was so natural.

He stood facing each other, the girl a little shorter, looked up at him and smiled and said:

"Good morning, why did you come so early?"

"It's not early, I've just arrived."

"I can't let you stand here and wait for me," the boy continued.

"Oh, have you eaten then, I brought something to eat." He gestured to her school bag.

The boy looked at her schoolbag, it was really bulging, and a question arose in his heart: "Are all girls foodies?" Although he thought so, he politely said:

"I'll help you carry your schoolbag, I'm going to eat your delicious food later."

"Okay, then you can carry it!" As he spoke, he handed the schoolbag to the boy, with a thoughtful smile on his face.

The boy Mali's schoolbag is on his back, although it is a bit incongruous, but he can't care about it so much. Then they walked side by side into the garden, and she was just on his shoulder, and he was just enough to block the morning sun for her. In front of them, there are two roads, one is the "love road" and the other is the "love road", and the two of them didn't think about it, and went directly to the love road. It is a path that only allows two people to pass side by side, and on the side of the road is an arm-thick bamboo, on which are carved pairs of names and vows, and there are also wishing cards written by people hanging on them. They watched and talked as they walked, watched other people's stories, thought about each other's hearts, and made joking vows. I have to say that the road is really long, he walked for half an hour on both feet before he came to the end, and the stone tablet reads "This is the love of love, and there will be you for the rest of my life". The two then looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word. The next thing that catches your eye is a pool of lake water, on which stands a sign saying that the lake is called "Yijun Lake". Once upon a time, there was an infatuated woman who stood on the shore of this lake day and night waiting for her husband to return, but her husband had an accident and did not return, and she became a stone statue and sank to the bottom of the lake.

After reading this story, the girl was moved, she was impressed by the woman's loyalty, and she was even more impressed by this great love. She looked up at the boy, who seemed to be thinking something, and then recited a poem:

The sun is full of flowers and smoke, and the moon is sleepless.

Zhao Se stopped the phoenix pillar at the beginning, and Shuqin wanted to play the mandarin duck strings.

This song is intended to be passed on, and I am willing to send it with the spring breeze.

Remembering the monarch across the blue sky, the past was horizontal, and now it is a fountain of tears.

I don't believe that the concubine broke her intestines, and came back to see before the mirror.

The words are full of sympathy and sadness, and then he says:

"This Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc" is perfect for use here, what a long, what a wounded Acacia!"

The girl looked at the man in front of her, he was so affectionate, sensual, and her eyes were full of tenderness. The boy saw the girl's eyes and added, "In the past, it was true." ”

"Who wrote this?"

"Far away in the sky, close in front of you, contemporary Li Da poet Li Xin." As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows to make the girl happy.

"Yo, it's okay to say you're fat and gasping, can you keep a low profile?"

"No, pretend to be like the wind, always accompany me!"

The girl gave a roll of her eyes and didn't speak, letting him experience it for himself. However, it was clear that the feeling of sadness just now was gone, and the boy's purpose had been achieved. They continued their journey.

There is a road in the park for "affection", a lake for "Yijun" on the road, a bridge on the lake for "Tongxin", and a stone at the head of the bridge for "Dingsheng". This is what he just saw on the profile outside the park, and now they have gone through the "road of affection" and seen the "Yijun Lake". The bridge in front of them should be Tongxin, they walked side by side, everything was already predestined.

"'Tongsan Bridge', what a good name." Li Xin said lightly, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Yes, just walk into each other's hearts like this, never forget, what a beautiful relationship." Li Xin looked at the girl next to him and said. She felt it, the autumn wave-like gaze, the spring rain-like affection, couldn't help but raise her head, the four eyes were facing each other, with affection, time stopped, nothing was there, between the misty heaven and the earth, only you and me. Ten fingers clasp together, feel the temperature of the other party seep into the blood and into the atrium, and then spread throughout the body. Now, they have integrated into each other, and this love has been in the bones, and it has indeed been born a long time ago. This moment is engraved in my heart; This glance, one glance for ten thousand years. After a short blur, they had already held hands, but they couldn't bear to separate again, and after walking the Tongxin Bridge, a large piece of blood-colored stone appeared in front of them, and the three big characters "Dingsheng Stone" were eye-catching on it. When they came to the stone, they let go of their hand, and the boy took off his bag, and the two sat back to back.

"I've never thought it could be so romantic in my life, it feels like making a movie." He said with a smile on his face.

"Don't be complacent, dare to provoke me, I'll call you ······" The girl is a bad way.

"What do you want me to do? Don't hit me, from now on, I'm yours, and I should be kind to my own things. ”

"Oh, that's right. Then I can't help it. ”

"No, it's too late for you to hurt, so I'm willing to make you unhappy."

"Then you pluck a hair out of it and give it to me."

"What? It hurts. The boy's aggrieved expression was on his face.

"Don't grind, even I'm not as good as me." As he spoke, he plucked one of his own.

"Okay."

Reached out and pulled one out and handed it over. The girl knotted the two hairs, one long and one short, and the boy looked blank. After tying the knot, the girl looked up at the "Dingsheng Stone" and said:

This is called knotting, which is also called birth. People who have been married will always be together and will never abandon each other for the rest of their lives. ”

When the boy heard this, he moved to the girl, took the girl's hand, looked at her affectionately, and said:

"Oath, I know too much, but I can't give it to you. All I know is that I want to be with you now, and I want to be with you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. ”

The girl smiled and nodded in agreement. Then the two sat back to back again, letting each other's temperature run through the cracks, and he said:

Clever smile, beautiful eyes looking forward to it. Why? The fate is not young, and the heart is not stopped.

On the road of affection, the red line, the emotional string, and the deep dust; The bridge is close to each other, the meaning is connected, and the love is eternal; Remember Jun Lakeside, rest with you; Next to the Dingsheng stone, lingering with Qing hair. Love is lurking in the heart, and life and death are not up to heaven from now on. This love is all in the sky, even if it has dry bones, it is also called a mandala.