Yushu often advises people around her not to comment on other people's choices in life easily, because every choice has its reasons. Now, she finally found out how correct what she said was. In the past, she never thought that she would go on a blind date.

This time they finally started going on a blind date; in the past, she had always been negative about online dating, but this time she started dating online herself.

It all started three months ago. It was a rainy night in spring. She was browsing QQ space alone at home. Suddenly someone applied to be added as a friend. When she saw the online name was "Singing Wood", she

I thought this person's online name was very special, so I agreed. Then I sent him "Hello" and the other person responded with "Hello". Yushu asked him what he did, and the other person typed "Writer".

A smile appeared on Yu Shu's face, because there are too many people who call themselves writers nowadays.

After a while, the other party sent over several pictures of his works, and Yushu realized that the other party was really a writer. Then, the singing wood sent over the URL of his blog, saying that he could read it when he had nothing to do.

Look at his works. Then, there is no news.

Yushu happened to be bored, so she opened his blog at random. She was immediately stunned. She also had a blog, and she often wrote about her feelings and random thoughts, usually not in chapters. This was called the singing wood, and the articles on the blog were divided into categories.

The division is very clear, and each article has a title. There are poems, essays, novels and scripts, etc. There are a total of eight to nine thousand articles.

Yushu has loved poetry since she was a child, so she specialized in reading poetry. The first poem attracted her. The title was "Untouchable Feelings"

Under the sunset

a touch of pink cloud

As beautiful as a girl’s shy cheeks

I can only admire her but cannot hold her in my arms

On the water by the river

A few wisps of green willow branches

As gentle as a girl’s romantic feelings

I can only taste but cannot bring her along with me

We will always be with beauty

with too many cute things

Separated by a hairspring

But it’s the end of the world

We will always say with admiration

That cloud is so beautiful

The clouds cannot hear my praise

We always sigh and say

The willow branches brushing the water are so cute

Willow branches cannot sense my admiration

fleeting years

Sometimes even myself

I will also forget the things that once shocked my soul

that evening

that morning

That unexpected soul

It turns out to be an intangible feeling

This person's poems are all modern poems, with beautiful language, novel imagery, and profound artistic conception. Each poem is not very long, which is very suitable for mobile phones. The feelings of the poems are all sincere, some are lingering and pathos, some are cheerful and beautiful, and some are three-quarters

Er's poems seemed to be about a girl. He read more than thirty poems in one go and was already controlled by the poet's strong emotions. He burst into tears several times.

One of his favorite poems is "If Love Is Provident":

Meeting you is as refreshing as the shade of trees in early summer

As sentimental as a boy's mistake

The wind blows the most cheerful and passionate you

Sending you as bright as the peach blossoms in March

But you walked by singing and laughing

Never stopped inadvertently

trampled petals

My feelings were shattered

The song of the bird is my salvation

The swaying branches are my beckoning

You finally look back and smile

A dazzling smile

Decorates my entire dream

If love has God's will

Just ask God to fix you

Every time I look back

I can always see you smiling affectionately

From then on, she had free time to read his poems, and occasionally chatted about his poems with Mu Mu who could sing. He was very proficient in typing and always talked a lot. Sometimes while talking, he would suddenly say something was wrong.

He went offline, only to find out after a few days that he was online again. When he was online, he would answer the questions she had asked a day or a few days ago.

Later, she also read his essays, and through his essays she got a general understanding of him. He was forty-two years old, single, making a living by selling his essays, and had a spectacular love affair. From his essays

Illustration She already knew him, but he knew nothing about her.

He seldom chatted, but there were poems and articles updated on his blog every day. Two months later, she had read all his previous articles, so she waited for updates on his articles every day.

Then, they talked about poetry creation. Mu Mu, who could sing, told her that he wrote poetry for entertainment and not as literary creation. He wrote a poem in a few minutes. Yushu was greatly surprised. She had a classmate in the past who also wrote poetry.

I like to write poems, but it often takes me many days to write a poem.

The singing wood also understands philosophy, especially the philosophy contained in traditional Chinese thought. They often argued and later chatted often. After her blind date with Lin Jiaxin, during the period when Zihao disappeared, she mainly relied on reading his

Articles and poems support it.

That night she was very disappointed again. After Zihao had Jiayue, she told the story of her and Zihao, as well as Zihao's love for Jiayue, to Mu Mu, who could sing.

The singing wood said: "People say learn to let go, which refers to your situation. You are like holding a hundred dollars in your hand, and the money belongs to others. You know that you have to give it to others sooner or later, so you might as well do it sooner.

Give it to others, and then go find your own one hundred yuan."

Yushu thought what he said made sense, so she thought about it. However, suddenly one day, she found that the singing wood neither answered her questions nor sent her any messages, poems or articles on his blog.

There were no updates. The next day, there was still no news, and she became restless. The third day, there was still no news. No matter how she sent messages, no one responded.

She had to reread the poems he had written recently, and she suddenly discovered that these poems were written for herself, which she had not discovered before. One of them was called "When the wind blows, the heart will bloom into a lotus":

The lake is as quiet as a mirror

White clouds drift from the center of the lake

Birds come to the lake to flutter and tease

The center of the lake is as calm as a Buddha

The wind blows slowly

She is a little shy

No green mountains

No beauty without white clouds

Birds playfully glide over the wind

the traceless wind

Create ripples in a lake

The surging center of the lake

bloom into a lotus

Smiling into a flower lake says

It’s a nice day when the wind blows

The wind jumped up the mountain in the blink of an eye

Then, she cried while reading. She missed him, but she couldn't contact him.

She regretted not asking him for his phone number. In the past, boys would take the initiative to ask for her phone number and then look for her. She had never thought of taking the initiative to find a man.
To be continued...