It was a sunny afternoon, and I was sitting alone on the small lawn of Zhijiang University, flipping through the manuscripts in my hands. The breeze was blowing, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and I couldn't help but feel a little distracted. At that moment, a young man in a white shirt walked up to me with a smile and looked down at the manuscript of the poem I had placed beside me. I raised my head in a trance, and at the moment when my eyes met, a strange feeling arose. 
I saw that there was still a bit of childishness between his eyebrows, and his smile was full of bookish and youthful vitality. His slender and tall figure was shrouded in the warm afternoon sun, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. In the bottom of my heart, I was vaguely aware that one of the most moving stories in my life was unfolding silently. Later, I learned that this young man's name was Zhu Shenghao, and he was a well-known talent in Zhijiang University. When he saw that I was blushing, he smiled and nodded at me, and without disturbing me, he turned away from the lawn. 
I watched him drift away, and my heart was mixed. Many years later, I still vividly remember the afternoon when I first met Zhu Shenghao. The breeze on his face, the shadow of the tree on his white shirt, and the most energetic smile between his eyebrows are all vivid and deeply imprinted in my memory. I also remember the emotions surging in my chest at that time, both ashamed and expectant, like a girl who has not been deeply involved in the world. Mother often said that love at first sight and disgust at each other are just a thought. My acquaintance with Zhu Shenghao was a fateful encounter. Although we have been tormented and waited for a long time, I have never given up my hope for you. 
Because I know that you are the brightest star in my life, the person I will never forget in this life. The first letter Zhu Shenghao wrote to me was like a spring breeze, gently blowing through my long-frozen heart lake. With his gentle and affectionate words, he poured nectar into my withered soul. I knew that my life had been connected to this well-mannered young man. In the letter, he called himself a "rookie" and modestly asked me to advise him on his new poems. I looked at the beautiful handwriting, and I couldn't help but hook the corners of my lips, you have always been used to underestimating yourself, my Zhu Shenghao. 
At the end of the letter, he jokingly signed "stinky man", and I couldn't help but chuckle. I couldn't wait to write back and tell him that I loved his new poems. And quietly write a small line at the end of the letter - looking forward to hearing from you. Since then, I have been in correspondence with Zhu Shenghao for nearly ten years. He wrote me 308 intimate love letters, all of which were filled with burning sincerity and love. Again and again I opened the thin letterhead he had sent, and again and again I fell for his flying language. He gave me more than 70 kinds of nicknames, ranging from "silly girl" to "Her Majesty the Empress"; He also called himself a variety of names, ranging from "idiot" to "your unreliable". 
I couldn't help but laugh at these funny and heartwarming names. The letters I have received over the years have not only Zhu Shenghao's love words, but also his experience of life perceptions. Without exception, at the end of every letter, there is a sentence "I love you". This confession is sometimes loud, sometimes euphemistic, and every time it tugs at the softest string in my heart. I gently stroked the yellowed letters, as if I had returned to the old days of our acquaintance. I know that it will be difficult for me to meet a second you in this life, and it will be difficult to receive such simple but warm love words. 
One early morning in May 1942, I had the most important day of my life – my wedding. When I was dressed in a white wedding dress and walked slowly to the door of the church with the blessings of everyone, Zhu Shenghao was looking at me with his affectionate eyes, his eyes full of smiles. I lowered my head in shame, but I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth. The church is filled with the faint fragrance of lotus candles. Zhu Shenghao took my hand and whispered the oath in front of the pastor. "I do. 
His solemn and serious tone made my nose sour, and I couldn't help but shed tears of happiness. "Now, you can exchange rings and kiss the bride. The pastor smiled and announced that we were officially married. Zhu Shenghao carefully put on the ring for me, and then picked me up and spun me around amid the coaxing of the crowd. He kissed my flushed cheek, and I couldn't help but bury my head in his chest in shame. I was so happy I wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into. 
From today on, Zhu Shenghao is my husband. In the future, he will be the most important support in my life. After I got married, I had the sweetest days of my life. Zhu Shenghao was immersed in his translation career, and I accompanied him, taking care of this sloppy literati. Zhu Shenghao often complained that my cooking was too salty, and I angrily threatened him to cook it myself next time. Then he would smile and wrap me in his arms, kissing the top of my hair and patting me on the back to make me happy. We will also discuss some translation issues with you and me. Once Zhu Shenghao asked me what I would choose if I had two words to describe the relationship between Romeo and the Juliet family. 
I didn't want to, so I replied, "Evil!" He was so happy that he carried me around the room several times, complimenting me on my cleverness and cuteness. Hey, I really wish that time would just stop in our loving years. I am truly glad that I am married to the most gentle and considerate man in the world. Zhu Shenghao, the love of my life, I will always love you. In June 1944, the heat was scorching, but I didn't have time to pay attention to the scorching sun outside my window. Because I am standing by your side on the sickbed day and night, Zhu Shenghao, my love. Your lean body has lost a lot of weight, your pale cheeks are almost transparent, and your lips have lost their rosiness. I held your cold hand, and my eyes were moist. 
The doctor said you had a terminal illness and didn't live for more than two months. I shook my head, desperately denying this cruel fact. "Qingru. You struggle to squeeze out a few words on your sickbed, gasping for breath with each word. I leaned in with red eyes and gently stroked your emaciated cheek. "I'm here, my dear, and say whatever I have to say. "You open your eyes weakly, and I am saddened to find that the sparkle in your eyes has dimmed considerably.
I burst into tears. "Don't say anything like that! You're going to live, you will. I shouted hysterically, as if that would keep you with me. You shake your head weakly, no longer having the strength to continue talking. I fell on top of you and wept aloud, tears soaking your thin hospital gown. Why would fate be so cruel and take away my most beloved person! In this way, I watched you leave me under the torment of your illness. When your weak heartbeat finally stopped, I felt like my heart was beating with it.
On this day, I lost the most important person in my life. From the moment I lost him, my life was forever broken and withered, and I could never go back to what it used to be. After Zhu Shenghao's death, my world was in ashes. The joys and sorrows of the past vanished in his absence, and I wandered like a walking corpse in the long night. Finally regaining a shred of sanity in the midst of grief, I began to sort out the 1.8 million words of posthumous manuscripts you left behind. I must fulfill your unfinished literary dream, even if I have lost the light and hope in my life. When I was sorting out the words, I often shed tears involuntarily, which was the deep pain of my soul flowing silently. Every yellowed piece of paper is the mark of your soul, and the words flying on it are telling your unfinished ideals and passions.
The brilliant colors and sparkle contained between the lines are the kindling that burned in the deepest part of your soul. The words you left in the world are your last gift to me, and I will definitely protect them. However, every time I put together a manuscript, my heart bleeds. Because the most important thing in my life is that you have left me. Those once sweet images came to my mind like a marquee, and they are fleeting. You have a vivid voice and smile, but you can no longer speak to me in person. I tried my best to forget, but every time I turned around, I would look for your familiar figure in the vast sea of people. All my life, I've been looking for another you.
But I know that there is no second Zhu Shenghao in this world, and no one will love me as much as you. I've been waiting for the day when I will be reunited with you for 53 years. And now, at the end of my life, I finally see you beckoning to me from afar. Oh, my dear Zhu Shenghao, I've staggered to get here. Let's relive our vows in heaven to be married.