It seems to be a long winter season this year. I even couldn't tell whether this is the fifth or sixth snow.
Biting wind, mixed with whirling snow, left me no other choice but to stay quietly in the dormitory. Fortunately, I'm not such kind of person who fears to be left alone. On the contrary, I can always find something to do, to enrich and further perfect myself. Only when one is in solitude, I think, can his or her own inborn gifts be given into full play.
I made myself a cup of coffee and then continued my book.
One poem suddenly caught my eyes. It was written by Whitman. There are several lines in it," Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring/ Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west/ And thought of him I love."
Thought of him I love! It reminds me of the drawing near of St Valentine's Day, a romantic western festival, which is not strange to the majority of us now. Fragrant red roses, delicately wrapped chocolate, ... many many wonderful things appear in our mind when touching on this topic. But the most unforgettable for me was the first Valentine’s Day spent with WD!
It was the second winter vocation since I entered the university. He called me that day and invited me for a dinner with several old classmates. After the get-together, other friends all went away, leaving just we two. He suggested a walk to our old campus. When we got to the school gate, he asked me to wait for a moment then left away. Several minutes later, he came back with red rose and some lovely heart-shaped balloons in his hand. It was out of my expectations! I thought of him as my best friend all the while and never expected such a moment! He sent these to me and said, “ Wish you happy forever, my little merry Princess!” I couldn’t speak out one word then, just accepting his presents. We wandered along the streets till night approached. He accompanied me home. On the way back, I expressed my appreciation and told him, “ You are my best friend before, now and for keeps!” He surely caught my words. After a blank silence, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “ You are always my dear little princess. Have a nice dream! ”
Now two years passed by. And he keeps contact with me for all these two years through long-distance calls and letters. It seems that he has a magic power, always calling me timely when I was in bad mood and frustrated by the difficulties encountered in my everyday life. I don’t know whether he can read this article or not, but what I have to say is that, “Let’s take a cup o’ kindness yet,/ For auld lang syne”!
Written by SunnyOn Feb. 11, 2001
