Love Grows, Love Dies E-Book

Yin Lu

• Herausgeber: via tolino media
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

This short story happens in the Republic of China era. The frustrated Lish finds solace in Reching. The two college girls’ friendship blossoms into love but the socially unacceptable relationship has to break up. Affections end up with agony. Reching’s parents convince her to marry a man, leaving Lish with a broken heart.

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Love Grows, Love Dies | Written by Lu Yin | Translated by Snow Han

Also By Lu Yin

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

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Love Grows, Love Dies

First edition. June 26, 2023.

Copyright © 2023 Snow Han

Written by Lu Yin

Translated by Snow Han

Love Grows, Love Dies

Written by Lu Yin

Translated by Snow Han

21 December

I haven’t kept a diary for six months and I’ve been fed up with my dreary campus life that the students are like fools when they are listening to their hypocritical lecturers.

I wondered why the frustrated poet Qu Yuan was reluctant to leave the muddle-headed Emperor Huai of Chu when I was reading Sorrow after Departure in the library full of ancient books.

After supper I received a short letter from Kusen who had been indulging in brandy for his unrequited love. He said that the alcohol could make him feel better. Oh, what a poor man he is! Love is like a red rose and it will not be easily owned. He should understand that there are many other beautiful flowers in the world when the rose Hilan is unlikely to be held in his hand.

I have been fretful since I came home at dusk and I don’t know why, but I would rather read the magazine For A Better Tomorrow to cheer myself up.

Tonight I can’t choose the right words in my reply to Kusen and I know that solace is not enough for an anguished soul.

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22 December

Today is Winter Solstice Festival and the students can have a day off. In the morning I was feeling homesick while watching my aunts preparing foods and materials for offering sacrifices to ancestors. My uncles have been troubled by sickness and old age, and they look even worse. The declining years are pitiful.

In the afternoon Reching had two branches of wintersweet and one note sent to me: “The wintersweet will be your companion.” I wrote back to her at once and then I put the flowers on my desk. Tonight they are shining under the moonlight and their fragrance brings me ease when I have a sleepless, care-laden and lonely night.

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24 December

I’m teeming with boredom in the severe winter weather and I’ve been let down by no reply from Reching three times in a row. Has she got ill? No. She was bouncy when I saw her yesterday. Is there any other reason? I’ve known her for two years. I could not find what kind of person she was at our first meeting, but I don’t think she is a cruel girl through our frequent letters and talks. But love cannot be foreseen and it is ever-changing while human beings are so unpredictable that their paths remain unknown.

I came across Reching when I attended a lecture in the afternoon. She was in good health and should have written to me. I was too upset to speak to her, and I went home disappointedly after the lecture was over. I skipped my supper and spent the night meditating. Buddhist scriptures say that the wise focus on the origin and the ordinary on the result. A bad seed makes a bad fruit, and I should plant a good seed for a good fruit. Emotional entanglements would be full of sorrow and grudges, and I should cut the Gordian knot and seek constancy. I calmed down and soon fell asleep.

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25 December

I had a sound sleep and I saw the sun cast a bright light over the windows. I got up and caught sight of a letter on my desk. Its size and lustre perturbed me at once. I read it through and I felt that I should not have overthought last night. Life will be empty if without emotional interaction, roses in spring will lose their glamour if without sunshine, and human life will be withered if without affections. The unhappiness yesterday is gone.

I was glad to see Shusen in the park in the afternoon, and I was so happy that everything I saw was beautiful. Good mood, good things.

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26 December

I caught sight of something bad when I went to another university to see a new drama this afternoon. At the entrance of the theatre some women were making a racket and flirting with the guests, which triggered the pretentious nonsense of the men who intended to humiliate them.

Viven came to see me later today. She used to be a vivacious girl but now she looked crestfallen.

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