When love closes the door

Her face flushed in the afterglow. He asked her under the tree, "Do you know the language of hibiscus?" She shook her head. He said: "Although the hibiscus flowers open toward the sunset, but it is plain face to the sky, not love prosperity. It represents constancy, eternity and beauty. Just like you." She smiled. He went on to say: "The hibiscus blossom so grand, more like a love, pour everything, no reservation."

He fell in love with her in the early fall. The school was on the outskirts of the town and they used to sneak out. She sat on the back of his bike, legs up, her pink skirt flying like a butterfly.

Once, he did not know where to find a motorcycle, she like a deer jumped on the back seat, tightly hug his waist, flying through the streets of the town. At that time, the sky is clear, the wind has sweet flowers.

That day, he took out all the money he had squeezed out of his living expenses and bought a white coat for her. White coat silk is generally smooth and soft, wear on the body, the wind blows, floating on air. She could not bear to wear them and held them tightly in her arms. He laughed at her foolishness. He clipped his clothes to the back of his motorcycle. He wanted her to wrap her arms around his waist and hold him tight.

When she got to school, she shook out her coat, only to find a small hole in the cuff. He pulled it over and -- look, bowed his head in annoyance -- was burned by the motorcycle's hot exhaust. She felt like crying.

The next day, he put his white coat into her hand, and there was a purple hibiscus flower on the cuff! Originally, he ran all over the town streets and alleys, finally found a repair clothes shop. Use a flower instead of a patch, is the sign of the shop. But they had never embroidered a hibiscus flower, and at his entreaty a purple one fell on his white cuff. She put on her dress with satisfaction and raised her hand like a purple hibiscus flower flying down and down.

She thought, a boy, can have such a delicate mind, must be tender and considerate. Upon graduation, she followed him to teach in a remote town without hesitation. She never looked back as she said goodbye to the bustling city of her hometown.Three years of time, is the flower bloom. She put more time into her work. One day, while she was preparing for her lesson, he was staring at her under the lamp. He said, "I don't love you any more. Let's get a divorce!" She smiled, thinking he was joking. "Stop fooling around, we have class tomorrow." He hung his head. "It's true."

She did not know what to do. He was as strange as if she had never known him. She stared at him, and he did not dare to look up, saying it was because another girl had intervened. He repeated "I'm sorry" many times.

What is this? Like an overbearing rebel, he took her captive, threw her into a desolate and cold place, and then left alone. He was the only family she had in this town.

He left her his house, his savings, and all his memories, and walked out alone. She felt empty. She took out the white blouse embroidered with purple hibiscus flowers and put it on, staring for a long time. She felt like a dancer in a performance, together with a passion to jump their own old, finally, the rest, only a pair of faded red dance shoes, how cold. Just like that, a lifetime away?

She didn't want to go back to her parents' house. She had gambled her youth here, and now she lost, how could she turn back? When love closes the door, the window of life is still open. She picked herself up and began to fight her way through life. Small town, her students, friends and colleagues, she is not alone, she is staying.

Ten years later, she was a big name in the town. She relied on her outstanding results, did the principal of the key middle school in a small town, and later did the position of deputy director of the education bureau. She lives a full and contented life. She had put down roots in his little town, and had won herself a halo, while he was fading. She occasionally dug out the white coat at the bottom of the case. The hibiscus flowers on the cuffs had faded with time. She picked it up with a dull ache in her heart; Put down, the heart is light empty. She didn't know if there was still hate in her.

He was the train of her life, she thought, carrying her to a place where she was going. She got out of the car and he left. She reached her destination and was never again associated with him. That stop, that's what she's gonna go through.