Dance on the Waves: New Classics Library

Author: Zhang Xiaoxian
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Publish Date: 2005-03-01
Features: What is the best encounter in life? In the long journey of life, we meet another person. We influence each other and grow together. I cried, I wept. Then I smiled. Although we cannot grow old together, we once had the sweetest moments. There is a part of me in him, and there is a part of him in me. Eternal longing. She believes in promises and likes all beautiful things: beautiful clothes, delicious food, and men's promises. She seeks happiness, then discovers that disappointment is sometimes also a kind of happiness. Because there is something to expect, there will be disappointment. Regret is also a kind of happiness. Because there are still things that make you regret. She pursues love, then realizes that love has always been a winding journey. He didn't skip the dance of separation, and neither did she? He held her waist, each step heavy and slow, as if deliberately delaying. The best encounter in life is always bound to part. To part with a dance is far better than parting with tears. She kissed his lips. Since there was no other way, we parted with a kiss. He melted into infinity, infinite sorrow. He kissed her. All jealousy, all pain and longing, all torment and sorrow, vanished into a kiss. My body belongs to me, it is loyal to no man but to love. What is the best encounter in life? In the long journey of life, we meet another person. We influence each other and grow together. We fall in love, but we cannot live together. I cried, I wept, then I smiled. Although we cannot grow old together, we once had the sweetest moments. There is a part of me in him, and there is a part of him in me. Eternal longing. Is there such a beautiful encounter in the world? Perhaps this is why I love writing and reading novels. All our disappointments with the mortal world are soothed in fictional stories, and we see hope. All our sweet dreams, all our hopes and aspirations, are fulfilled in novels. My novels are never dreams. I am not someone who lives in daydreams. I like sincere emotions, and I believe people grow in love. Love is not just about two or three people. It might be about one person. Love is self-improvement and self-fulfillment. Everyone has a noble love in their heart, but reality is often another matter. I put all my aspirations, my beliefs, my emotions, and all my regrets into my novels. That noble love may have failed, but we have climbed mountains and traversed valleys, understanding the absurdity and sweetness of life.