Road lined with tall poplar trees of rime, the trees turned into a fairy tale in the China. A piece of white in the land. This is a lunar day in 2001, I first met him.
He is a handsome big boy, thick black eyebrows, the most conspicuous is the mouth there are two main scar. In coffee color leather jacket, black trousers, shapely, his hands in the pocket of jacket. He is a very good colleague of my classmates, we have a meal together, the two of them together to listen to a lecture I gave them the training of mandarin. Slowly he also knew, and I also occasionally play a joke with him. He said little, a bit melancholy.
Later, he gave me about, he lost his mother. I see from his eyes, his grief, from this moment, I give out of his love. I want to accompany him, give him happiness. It is on the fifth day of understanding after dusk, snow still sporadic falling, colleagues said a trip back home, he will come to my room practice an hour.than play games with me, we together to write of su shi "chibi to meditate on the past", his handwriting is very beautiful, is the model of running script of Chinese characters font, he wrote to me I still kept this word. At this moment we have a warm stove again and again, this is for me the most beautiful and good memory. He in my side I feel very happy, he became my winter sun, bright warm in the winter of my soul, I like to with he together day. He after class, on my motorcycle and colleagues eldest brother went to the countryside to see the snow, he give us all the way singing, very happy that day.
We meet in the snow, I am eager to my love is as pure as snow. I deeply remember these scenes, this is my the best memories of love.
I'm in the fairy tale of snow world invitation for my love. Every day in the outflow of happiness.

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