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I wrote your poetry, do you read
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I stand Sitou village pond.
pond reflecting the light fireworks in the night sky with colorful fireworks bursting in the air shocks with roaring cannon, surrounded by bustling.
moment, think of a little girl, and a poem, a poem I wrote to her.
this winter, back home. Parents hospitality, guests at home clouds. In this way, I can not read my books meditation.
nearby village, called Tou Village.
one not, go to the village pond Chitou. After a repair building found here, with the slightest touch. Into a D-shaped pond, lap pool fence, standing next to some trees, rows of stone benches under the trees, and then just outside the circle of lights. This makes me ecstatic. Ran home to hold a \Does not take the stone bench, but leaning against the pool fence, holding the \so.
When I read \Ears a child voice: \
\ She then introduce myself up,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], said she was on the first day of this year, but can not go to school, and home village in Tou ... ...
an introduction, asked: \ \
not far away, a middle-aged man came, the little girl told him: \So I said: \
next day, I changed positions.
she ran to me, then waved to the not far away, I saw, was his father.
She said: \
sandwiched a few pages the book, written on paper is my own modern poetry. She found out and taken out, uphold and read it, asked: \one gave me? \
she asked: \305 poem. \\writing, not to deliberately give it away and write poetry. \
I pick up books to go.
From that day on, I will not go to the village pond Chitou study.
night, home to a guest who was a stranger. My father called me. I saw a little girl's father. He apparently came as a little girl.
He said his daughter sick, so do not go to school, and the remaining days are numbered. She spoke, his tears could not help out. And my constant reassurance from his parents. He went on to say, the little girl waiting for me in the pool every day,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], see I did not go to the pool reading books these days, very sad, that I also write poems to her, day and remembered to give me poems her. He looked at me and said: \I was silent. For my father and I agreed.
next day, I came empty-handed side of the pond, to see her sitting on a stone bench, came to see me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], smiled, and I sat with her.
she asked: \ \Silent, she said: \down,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], \Otherwise, very bad poetry, but I do not want to force you. \
I saw a trance about the inner life of the dead.
home, to deliberately written dozens of poems to send her draft tear in a piece of paper write down lines of facial lines.
The next day,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I took this poem came to the pool, so a long time, the little girl has not come yet.
then asked to search her home and saw the door closed, said the neighbor, the little girl was sick, taken to the hospital, the situation is very dangerous, the neighbors rush was about to visit.
I picked up the pen, write a few words in the poem below, and then the poem to the neighbor, so that he showed little girl.
A few days later, Tou village of a funeral.
Elegy ear, the heart chestnut tinnitus.
heard the little girl's tombstone has a poem is written so ... ...
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