情人

我为了求学，来到这个陌生的城市，从此开始了一种常人所不曾经历的生活。
我是在校外租的房子。
离也近，环境也很幽雅。
我感到很满意。
一切都是完美的，当初我浪费了很多时间，我决心从头开始。
于是每天的生活被我安排的井井有条。
三个月后的一天，我在整理房间时，发现一张照片。
照片里是个很漂亮的少女，撑着把小伞，坐在一座石桥上，旁边的柳条轻轻随风摆动。
我突然觉得这是一个很美的意境。
我是学中文的，深知良辰美景是难求的。
于是提笔在照片的反面写下一首诗：“淑女画中坐，君子画外观。
萍水虽未逢，乞遇知己欢。
”看了一会儿，我就把它放进口袋，出门买菜了。
说真的，来到这里，唯一长进的是我的厨艺。
我在菜场买完菜，在出口处碰到邻居王太太，就拿出照片，问她照片里的人是不是房东的女儿。
王太太的话让我吓了一跳。
她说，那个女孩也是来这里求学的，也租了我那间房子，可是三年前因为心肌梗塞，在睡梦中与世长辞了。
我有点害怕，坦率的讲，我的胆子的确很小。
我把那张照片扔在了菜市场门口的垃圾桶里。
回到家，吃完饭，早早的睡觉了。
第二天，我从学校回来的时候，一开门，发现桌子上躺着昨天的照片。
我突然感到头有点晕。
背脊上一阵一阵的凉意，两脚好象要瘫下去一样，怎么也无法支撑我的身体。
我拿了照片，跑到房东太太的面前，问她是不是她给捡回来的，她摇摇头。
我又问她，为什么把死过人的房子租给我，她说，你好好想想吧，300块的房租会有什么好房间。
我悻悻的回了房间，想换房子。
可又一想，我和这个女孩无缘无故的，她不会来找我的麻烦。
再过两年我就走了。
那就忍一忍吧。
那天晚上，那个女孩来到我的梦中。
她很可爱，又很文静。
我们谈的很投机。
老实说，其实我也分不清是梦还是，只是那个女孩已经死了，大概只能在梦中找我了。
可是当时的场面很真实，我握她的手时，分明感到她的手是很冷的。
她的笑很迷人，牙齿很整齐，雪白的。
他夸我好文采，我浅浅的笑了一声。
说真的，如果不是闹钟不挑时间的乱叫，如果第二天不用上课，我情愿不醒来。
反而觉得，她即使是个鬼，也是个可爱而有修养的好鬼。
我倒是不怎么觉得害怕。
那一整天，我都没有好好听课。
放学的铃声一响，我比老师更早窜出。
回到家，我把功课温习了一遍，草草的吃了饭，躺在床上，希望早点睡，更希望能再碰到她。
可是无论如何睡不着。
我翻身起来，从口袋里掏出照片，反复看着。
在照片的反面，又有一首新诗，就在我的诗下面，“淑女本无心，君子自多情。
夜夜思情事，遗落书中金。
”我猜是那个女孩写的，叫我别胡思乱想，好好读书。
我有点感激她了。
又提笔写了一首，“君乃离世人，何故自染尘。
夜夜闻君语，缘何不现身？” 那晚她来了，我躺在床上，看见她是从墙里缓缓穿过来的。
坐在书桌前，轻轻朝我招招手，我翻身起床，坐到她的旁边，可是回头看的时候，我分明还躺在床上。
怎么会有两个自己呢。
她说话了，“你好，我叫雅琳，你果真好文采。
” “你好，我叫逢春，你是我遇到的第一个伯乐。
对了，房东说，你已经…………” “是啊，不会吓到你吧。
” “不会，我倒是希望常看到你。
” “我怕会影响你的学业，当年我也是来求学的。
” “是吗？那以后我要向你请教了。
” “呵呵”，她笑了，一双眼睛望着我，我想只能用深情来形容了，“谢谢你，这么多年，我一直好孤独，今天终于有人陪我说话了。
” “那你怎么不回去呢？” “我是在这里离开的，这里就是我的归宿。
” 就这样，我们开始了一段非比寻常的友情。
后来，她几乎天天来，我温习功课的时候，她就翻看我为她买的书。
夜夜伴我到深夜。
我觉得，我好象回到一个传说，一个神话。
那三年，就是雅琳陪我一起度过的，我身在异地他乡，却从没感受过离乡的落寞。
毕业回家那天，我邀请雅琳一起回来，她婉拒了。
她离不开她最终的归宿。
可是现在我们还是一直通信，我写完信，一把火烧了，她就能收到。
而我在信箱里发现白纸，拿到火上烤一烤，就能显现出字来。
我相信，雅琳最终会找到一好更好的归宿。
正是：“腊梅寒中香愈烈，黄连苦后蜜更甜。
阴阳两隔未相见，款款情意记心间。
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Introduce:I for attend school, come to this new city, began the life that place of a kind of ordinary person never experiences from now on.
I am the building that leases in outside school.
Close also from the school, the environment is very quiet and tastefully laid out also.
I feel very satisfactory.
Everything is perfect, at the outset I wasted a lot of time, I am determined to begin from the beginning.
Then everyday what the life is arranged by me is in perfect order.
A day after 3 months, when I am arranging a room, discover a piece of photograph.
A very beautiful girl is in the photograph, maintaining a small umbrella, sit on a Shi Qiao, the wicker on the side swings along with wind gently.
I feel this is a very beautiful artistic conception suddenly.
I learn Chinese, knowing very well beautiful scene in a good day is begged hard.
Carry a pen to write down a poem in the opposite of the photograph then: "Sit in fair maiden picture, gentleman draws the exterior.
Although duckweed water did not meet, beg meets a bosom friend joyous.
" looked a little while, I put it into the pocket, go out buy food.
Say really, come to here, the hutch that of exclusive progress is me art.
I buy food in food market, neighbour king mistress is come up against in exit, take out a picture, ask her the picture to the person in is the daughter of landlord.
The word of Mrs Wang let me frighten jump.
She says, that girl also is to come here of attend school, also hired me that house, but 3 years ago because of miocardial infarction, in sleep die.
I fear a bit, tell bluntly, my courage is very small really.
I throw that piece of picture in the ash-bin of market doorway.
Return the home, eat a meal, early slept.
The following day, when I come back from the school, open the door, discover to there is the photograph yesterday on the table.
I feel the head is a bit dizzy suddenly.
A cool meaning, bipod aux appear to paralysis goes down same, how cannot also prop up my body.
I took a picture, run to landlord madam before, ask her she gives collect come back, she shakes shake one's head.
I ask her again, why dead outstanding house hires me, she says, you think well, 300 chummage can have what good room.
I answered a room angrily, want to change a house.
But another want, of for no reason at all of I and this girl, she won't look for my trouble.
Crossed me two years to go again.
That is borne.
That day in the evening, that girl comes in my dream.
She is very lovely, very gentle and quiet.
What we talk is very congenial.
Plainspoken, actually I also am divided not clear it is a dream true still, it is that girl had died only, can look for me in the dream only probably.
But the occasion at that time is very actual, when I hold her hand, the hand that feels her clearly is very cold.
Her laugh is very attractive, the tooth is very orderly, snow-white.
His boast I am good literary grace, my shallow laugh.
Say really, when if not be alarm clock,be not being carried14562