Hate, hate, no one said that you have to live or die. I don't know who www.biquge.info hatred and hatred turned into sorrow and torture in the end.

The man looked at the man who looked like his back, and the man chased after him and grabbed his sweaty clothes, as if the lover of the previous life could recognize you at a glance no matter how many lives or lifetimes I had, because we were lovers. The man's hand was shaking. He turned around and the man covered his eyes, his eyes were smiling, and the man grabbed him and laughed and rolled out, not earth-shattering, but it was a very painful happiness!"Why did you come now?" The man's tears collapsed. There doesn't seem to be a gap of ten years between them, one goes out to buy groceries, the other goes out to make a phone call, and so on." It's not that I want to wait or don't want to wait for it to keep me from moving. I believe...... I don't know what I believe, but you know it. "I want to hold your hand, can I?" he smiled at the man as he looked at the light of the sun.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, who said that they have to fight to annihilate the enmity. The wind blows, the birds fly by, and the leaves fall with the flowers, in front of them and behind them.

He was a linguistic genius and was very gifted in languages, especially English and French, and later became obsessed with Peking (Vietnamese). He used the Beijing dialect for more than half a year, and he could simply communicate with the locals, and with gestures or something, he could swim from North Vietnam to South Vietnam. He's an excellent guy.

She was introduced to him by a friend, and later she asked him, "Why did you choose me so well?" He just looked at her and smiled and held her hand.

He always ran out, far, far away. His friend set up a news media production company, and for a traveler who calls for peace, he has a place to play. He became a war photojournalist.

At that time, she finally knew why there were many people who wanted to fall in love with him, but few of them went to the end. He's always running, he can't stop. They didn't know that he didn't give much, but he gave his best. The reason why they are in a m may be her belief in understanding and supporting him.

The night before each "mission," he shares photos on Facebook, and he sends her all the information he sends when he arrives somewhere, with a photo of them together, the only photo of them together. She looked at the background behind her: bloodthirsty, killing, violent. He said, "I'll be back." She would go online and search for the situation where he went, and for the first time she learned that there was a word behind it, "ISIS." "I will be back. That's what it meant. She was powerless.

Later, he wrote to him, "Only someone as stupid as you wants to be with me, and I just want to be with you." When I came back this time, I decided not to go out and we wanted to have a baby. Trust me, I'll come back to you. He said he was coming back when the potted plant at home was blooming. She took good care of the potted plant, but it was not as good as she wanted, a day, a month...... There was no movement for a long, long time, and she was in a state of panic, "It won't bloom!" She deliberately ran to many flower shops to confirm over and over again, and the boss was a little impatient. She couldn't remember what day it had a bud, and she was ecstatic even though it was small. Then there are a few longer ones, and they don't necessarily open right away, but I can wait, it will always open.

She didn't have the confidence to wait until she wanted, this flowering period was a bit long, and her heart couldn't fall. They rarely talked on the phone, and the murmur on his side let her know it wasn't going to be even. He told her about the heroes he had met along the way, all the different people who were just as peace-loving......

Later, contact became less and less, occasionally through the help of his friends...... He said he would come back to me. She saw their potted plants bloom.

He said online that he was coming back soon, and she went to the airport with the potted plant to wait, thinking that maybe he would come back early. The people in the family said she was crazy, and she felt crazy too.

He finally gave her the exact date, but she didn't wait for him that day, maybe it was late, maybe she remembered the wrong time. She still goes to the airport every day with a potted plant and waits. She's really crazy.

She saw his photo on the Internet he usually used, a photo of his death. It turns out that everything is true.

She behaved unusually calm, and she couldn't even shed tears. The potted plant was hit by a passerby, who shouted sorry, "Don't touch it, I'll do it myself." The family said, "You look very ugly now." "She doesn't know what to do, sincerely.

After a while, she would occasionally go to the airport and wait for the potted plant. Once when she got home, they said she had an international courier: a broken camera, almost unrecognizable as a camera, a good computer and an old notebook. That's all there is to him. He didn't lie to me, and he finally came back to me. She smiled, not knowing whether it was ugly or good-looking.

She fixed the camera, and the boss said she might as well buy a new one. Yes, the new is good, but she is a nostalgic person. Maybe she's sick......

She saw a poem "But You Didn't"

I remember that time I borrowed your new car

And I bumped into it

I thought you were going to kill me

But you don't

Remember that time

I dragged you to the beach, and you said it was going to rain, and it did

I thought you'd say I told you

But you don't

Remember that time

I spit strawberry pie all over your freshly painted carpet

I thought you would be disgusted with me

But you don't

Remember that time

I tease all the men

to induce you to be jealous

But you don't

Remember that time

I forgot to tell you

The ball was in a gown and you showed up wearing only jeans

I thought you were going to give up on me

But you don't

Yes, there are many, many things that you have not done

And you tolerate me, love me, and protect me

There are many, many things I want to repay you

When you come back from Vietnam

But you don't

About the origin of the poem: An ordinary American family, mother and daughter depend on each other, and the daughter's father was conscripted into the army and went to Vietnam when his daughter was 4 years old, and unfortunately died. The mother lived until she was 80 years old and did not remarry. After her mother's death, the daughter found a poem written by her mother while sorting out her mother's things, entitled "But You Don't".

She cried, hoarse for the first time after he was gone, because she felt the same way. But my dear, we haven't had time to have a child yet...... She opened the letter he had written to herself, "I will come back to you, but don't wait for me." ”

Later, she took that potted plant with her everywhere she went, and she looked at that one in a daze. Someone asked her what she was looking at, and she said, "I'm waiting for the flowering period." ”