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Love is ageless #1 Love Letters fm a 28 to a 82 翁楊情書 Background: They married in China in end 2004, Yong Fan 28-y-o, Yang Zhenning 82-y-o, in the turbulent gossips. Yang is a famous Chinese American scientist - a Noble Prize winner in Physics, whose wife died in 2003. That year Yong Fan was in her English master study in Guangzhou, just walked out of a failed marriage. They met in 1995 during Yang&wife's visit to Yong's university. Afterwards, Yong had occasional correspondence w/ the respectful couple. Not until Feb. 2004 did they meet again and fell in love...Yong said: he has every charm in a man, except age. I cant escape but surrender to love... Below are Love poems fm Yong Fan to Yang Zhenning. She wrote out of impulse and emailed to Yang, who polished them and sent back her: Cold here, icy cold there. You belong to neither, leaves have withered. Your face is pale and blue, a tearful smile. Something in your eyes, whispers words of last good-bye. My heart sinks down, tears surge out. 此處冷，彼處更冷。枯葉凋零，君屬何人。君面慘澹憂鬱，含淚而笑。君熱淚盈眶，喃 喃自語，難言再見。妾心沉落，淚湧似濤。 Hot summer. Cheerful cocktail. You took my hand. We fled into another world of band. You sat by my side, long hair tied behind, cool and killing. Smile floating on the lemonade, soft and smooth. How I was ?amazed. Your face looked like the cover of the magazine. My head spin. You led my hand, danced along the crazy theme. 酷夏。仍憶雞尾酒會。君執妾手，共用二人世界。君坐妾之側，長髮束於腦後，英姿勃 發。笑容蕩漾。妾訝君面尤類雜誌封面。旋轉，君執妾手，瘋狂舞曲。 Light vied with wine, elegance mixed with fragrance, laughing covered by greetings, the crowed was busy at handshaking. You stood there, eyes on me. I trembled at the sparkles, brighter than the light. A masterpiece from God, I felt dizzy. We were not near, yet we were together. 燈酒相輝，芳雅相應，祝辭笑聲此起彼伏，芸芸皆勞碌於握手。君站立一旁，美目探 妾。妾瑩燈下顫顫而立。此必上帝之傑作，使暈眩。雖妾與君相隔甚遠,然心相近。 Days ended. You said, you would wait for me at th e Alps side. We would ski against snowflakes dancing in the sky. I gave no answer but a good-bye to accompany your flight. Gone was the plane, I suddenly tasted my pain. I knew I had been silly and stupid, you were in my heart, I shouldn ’t have hidden in the dark. I tried to forget your disappointment. I made believe sometime someday, I would tell you, I feel all the same. 往日已去。君雲君將於阿爾卑斯山畔待妾，滑雪於雪花飛舞之天空下。妾欲說還休，但 囑祝福。飛機漸逝，妾心將苦。妾深知妾之愚蠹，君已竊妾心，妾當不可漠然於暗中彷 徨。妾嘗試忘君之失，然無可善終。妾信某日某時，妾將告君妾心永駐。 My thought struggled at confessing, somehow hesitation ended in flinching. I continued my role of a fool, clinched to my maiden pride, yet secretly indulged in your promise of the white land -- snow measuring down to us, in your arms I am lifted up. The chiming of Christmas bell! 妾於懺悔中掙扎，不時退縮，猶豫。妾愚於處子之婚，然潛縱於君之諾。白雪皚皚，君 挽妾身，妾意甚歡，共聽聖誕鐘聲。 The bell died in the patter of rain, from hell came the laughing of Satan at my brain. Tearful smile, swallowed by the darkness. How could I trace your hair to wipe your tears? My hands reached out, catching nothing but a raindrop, on a leaf that had withered. 鐘聲忽止於急雨，乃聽撒旦之笑聲。含淚微笑，黑暗相伴。妾欲尋君之發擦君之淚而不 可。妾伸手欲觸，無他，但枯葉一雨滴耳。 Snowflakes have melted into water, we are no more together. 雪花漸融，妾與君天涯各一方。 |
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4/22/2006 7:31 am |
Inspiring.
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I like your 4 lines verses of Let us..., merely your style... Ms. Yong Fan will have long-life Mr. Yang. What's more miserable than death of heart?
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4/23/2006 3:13 am |
Last year, when I took a train for Shanghai, I happened to have my sleeper beside an old man who is exactly 82 years old. He is in perfect health. Interesting that he reminded me of the marriage of Yang and Yong... so their marriage is a sort of enigma for me.  Good luck! By the way, English here is much easier than Chinese for me. 
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4/23/2006 7:01 am |
swallowtsui - What's more miserable than death of heart? Oh, so true, for that is a living death. This couple is celebrating the joy of being alive. They are living in the moment and the moments they share will be eternal. We all die one day and this is a given. But we don't know when we will die. And we don't die according to our age. Death swoops in and takes us, or sometimes Death just visits us briefly to say hello and make us aware of his presence. Age has nothing to do with death. One of my nephew's closest friends just watched his older sister die of leukemia. My nephew and his friend are 17. She was 23. Her husband was 24. She died a month after giving birth to her first child. Ms. Yong Fan and Mr. Yang have embraced life. What an inspiration ... no matter what our age!
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