By the lake, there is a wishing tree - near to what has been lost

Author: Danzhi Zhu
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Publish Date: 2004-05-01
Features: This is truly a book that belongs to us. The beautiful love that fades away in the fragrance of gardenias. The pain of innocent youth, destined to be lost. The hazy yet warm embrace. We express love in our own way. We don’t seek eternity, nor are we content with fleeting warmth. If you take my hand on the shaded path of the campus, I will feel happy. If you play a song of "Rainbow" for me before bed, I will feel sweet. If you give me a paper crane folded by hand on the playground, I will feel romantic. Look, this is our love. We never dreamed of vows of eternal love, as long as you are by my side is enough. Happiness, just happiness. This is our A Wish Tree by the Lake.
Your, mine, our reading excerpt: Love, Homeless
I met Shuilin at a campus dance. I went with a classmate. The noise was overwhelming, the dance filled with the urban elegance and clamor. I grew a little tired of the air. Often, I was alone. Then I looked down at the vast flow of time, slowly slipping through my fingers. For the lonely, time means delay and aging. So I always wished time could move faster.
Shuilin was a wild girl. At the dance, she danced nonstop, unrestrained. She wore a black T-shirt and jeans with wrinkled cuffs, with medium-length hair dyed a faint coffee color. A strange feeling—seemed I could smell a hint of despair from her. Tired, she sat on the sofa drinking cola, then she noticed me.
Why not dance? She asked me, a little surprised.