Chapter 321: , The Woman I Admire (Part Three)

______Walking with Love Part Fifty-Seven

Is love a timely rain? She will, in the quiet night, pour onto the dry earth, moistening the frozen branches. Some say love is like jasmine; she will secretly sprinkle her charming fragrance into your sorrowful dreams; some say love is like sunshine; when you wake from a nightmare, she lets you see light, see hope, feel the warmth and joy of life; love is………………………………………

When Teacher Shaliwen gently stroked Xiaohairun with her hand, she said to her: 'Child, I love you!'

Xiaohairun, from Teacher Shaliwen's caress, seemed to understand the meaning of love: could love just be like Teacher Shaliwen's hand? Love is abstract; Xiaohairun still does not grasp the true meaning of love! Because Xiaohairun's vocabulary is too limited! She cannot express the true meaning of love!

In order to learn the word 'sIT', others only need a few minutes, or even a few seconds, while Xiaohairun takes hundreds of times longer. Teacher Shaliwen's patient guidance finally allowed Xiaohairun, living in darkness, to see the light, understanding that human love can make one see the light.

"What is love?"

"Is love like flowers? No matter morning or dusk, the blooming flowers will always send their charming fragrance toward you!"

The innocent and naive Xiaohairun asked Teacher Shaliwen.

"No! Child! No matter how beautifully the flower blooms, it will always have a time to wither."

"Is love like the sun?"

Xiaohairun thought, and thought, that in this world there is nothing better than the sun; its light can illuminate darkness, bringing hope to people; its warmth can make all things grow.

"No! Child!" Teacher Shaliwen again denied Xiaohairun's answer.

At this moment, Xiaohairun felt confused and puzzled by the teacher's denial; could there be in this world flowers more beautiful, or things even better than the sun?

"Love is not floral fragrance, not the sun; then what is love, Teacher?"

Teacher Shaliwen held Xiaohairun tightly, pointing at her heart with her hand and saying: 'This is love! Love is your heart! Love is in your heart!'

What a noble love! What a great love! What a true love! What a pure love!

Under heaven, is there still a heart larger than the one pointing at oneself, saying: 'Love is here! Love is my heart! I give my heart to you!' Is this love great? Is such love true, noble, and pure?

(Everyone come, with a sincere, pure, noble heart, love those children who are mentally and physically harmed! — )

(Heart tied to the disaster area, emotion tied to the disaster area: may peace, courage, confidence, and strength follow and accompany the people of the disaster area!)