I write every day dense thick letter from entering into the posting box. At this moment, I seem to be a small street posting boxes, also produced. This is because only you know the secret of my heart.
I come every day waiting time. Girl wearing green, you told me micro-Do you know the secret of my heart

Is it a wind? It is a fire? I come from a volume. Slowly away in the ship when came from a car, a young man jumped. Waved towards shipping. Side of the call, while waved ... ..
See nothing, hear nothing. Is the edge of vessel's side, a red girl also recalled with tearful eyes ...
Young boys call this impatience, madness. He flustered distraught and waved toward the ship away. Disappointed with the eyes, stepping on the pier on the footsteps of despair.

This is angry and not died. One day, this immortal, will sprout.
Customer small counter, a young man to buy buttons. Today, he is the eighth time to buy a button.
Button is not particularly good here. Young hearts have a secret. He had to find out who the girl with big eyes buy button. His ninth time to buy, big, black eyes smiled. Young man blushed. Split of the bud to open.

Holiday in the park's entrance, the number of the anxious. Have to wait, the. Have to wait for the final decision. Have asked dispute. There are waiting to vent their anger of the chest.
However, all this is a panacea to love eating, love to the hearts of the secrets, all of the talk.
Although these men and women, a quiet, and no facial expression. It is to deceive others they also deceive ourselves.

Autumn Floods in August, days of dark gray clouds. A night wind, splashing water in the wave of the sea, a group of sight, up the torch, to a small triangular lights in the sea around the  swimming. This is a love wind pouring immortal lights. Many come from the village  waiting under the boat, waiting for her husband, the son of the sea, in the reunion.
Several nights passed, and fishing boats also did not come back. Finally when the last boat back when. Village caused a stir. people ... ....
Finally, finally. Village, the youngest of the two wives, hair wearing a white paper flower. In this way a withered. Waiting and suffering in a withered. The two young the seaside every year in the wind and rain, tears own ... ...
This cry is not quenched by pouring the wind, one of the most bitter old love.

In the light, read a letter of. Calculation of the distance to calculate the date of receipt, the response time of calculation. The swallows come spring, and autumn geese fly south again. Love in the germination. Later died in the
So a pile of love letters  deception has become a witness of hypocrisy and lost in the forgotten corners ... ...
After the day when the two sides should be pleased, or pain? May be a sad loss.

On the seaside boulevard. (Is this the road is it?) A love of the past. Between the two sides are so vision, but also familiar and unfamiliar, but also happy and sad. Both may be passing so speechless. Perhaps twenty years two decades, will never meet. Year 2 has been the heart of love will sigh it secretly? This is the love left behind by the roots withered.
Dead roots buried deep in the ground, which is found not to be a secret.

Not less for the husband and wife, it was love Bluebird, has been away from them. This name only love is a never-ending bitter cup of tea. In that case, the Bluebird fly away, go find a new habitat, the place of it? Who can give me an answer.

Pursuit of laughter, the promise delivered. All of a sudden. Seemed to rise around the music. Even over the stones have become shining stars. Everything is so wonderful ... magical ...
This is the magic of love.

我每天把厚厚的写得密密的一封信，丢进邮筒。此刻，我似乎对小小的邮筒，也产生了。因为，只有你知道我心中的秘密。
我每天等候按时前来的绿衣人。穿绿衣的姑娘，你对我微，莫非你也知道了我心口的秘密

是一阵狂风吗？是一股烈火吗？卷席而来了。在轮船徐徐开走的时候，从一辆疾驶而来的汽车上，跳下一位青年。朝着轮船挥手。一边呼唤，一边挥手…..
什么也看不见，什么也听不见。难道轮船的舷边上，有一位红衣姑娘也在用泪眼回顾…
青年小伙子的呼唤，是这样的焦燥、疯狂。他心慌意乱地朝着远去的轮船挥手。失望的眼睛，在码头上踏着绝望的脚步。

这，是愤怒的，不甘心死亡的。总有一天，这不死的，会发芽的。
顾客不多的柜台前，一个小伙子来选购纽扣。今天，他是第八次来买纽扣了。
不是这里的纽扣特别好。小伙子心中有一个秘密。他专门找那位大眼睛姑娘挑买纽扣。到他第九次来买的时候，又大又黑的眼睛笑了。小伙子的脸红了。的花苞开绽了。

假日在公园的门口，有多少在焦急的。有等待、的。有等待最后决定的。有质问、争吵的。有等待把胸中的气愤发泄的。
但，这一切，都是吃了爱神的灵丹，要把心中爱的秘密，尽情的倾诉。
别看这些男女，一个个安静呆立着，面部没有一点表情。那是他们在欺骗别人，也欺骗自己。

秋汛八月，天灰云暗。一个风的夜晚，在飞溅着水浪的海边，有一群人影，升起火把，提着小小的三角灯，在海边的夜雾中徘徊、游动。这是风浇不灭的爱情灯火。许多从村里来的渔妇，在等待归船，在等候自己的丈夫，那海的儿子，在中重聚。
几个夜晚过去了，渔船还没有回来。当最后渔船终于返航的时候。村里引起了一阵骚动。人们奔走相告…….
最后终于明白了。村中两个最年轻的妻子，头发上戴了白的纸花。就这样枯萎了。在等待和痛苦中枯萎了。这两位年轻的渔妇，年年在风雨的海边，哭诉自己的凄苦……
这哭声也是风浇不灭的，一种最苦老的爱情。

在灯光下，写着一封一封的。计算着路程，计算收到的日期，计算着回信的时刻。春天的燕子也来了，秋天大雁又南飞了。爱情在中发芽。后来在中死去了
于是一叠海誓山盟的情书，成了欺骗虚伪的见证，丢在遗忘的角落里……
当日后双方的时候，应该是欣慰呢，还是痛苦呢？也许是一种不解的惆怅。

海边的林荫道上。（难道这也是的道路么？）一对过去相恋的了。双方的眼光是那样的惊疑，又熟悉又陌生，又欣慰又哀怨。也许两人都这么无言擦身而过。也许两人十年廿年，再也不会相逢。两颗被爱情创的心，会暗中叹息吗？这是爱情留下来的枯死的树根。
枯死的树根深深的埋在地里，这是一个不被人发现的秘密。

争少不和的夫妻，那是爱情的青鸟，从他们之中飞走了。这有名无实的爱情，是一杯饮不完的苦酒。那么，飞走的青鸟，会去寻找新的栖息、寄托之所吗？，谁能回答我。

追逐的笑声，送来的允诺。顿时。仿佛四周升起了音乐。连遍地的石子也成了闪闪的星星。一切是如此神奇的美妙……
这，是爱情的魔力。