a fairy tale

作者: 红云梦泽 | 来源:发表于2019-06-17 06:36 被阅读1次

      Once upon a time,there was a king,and his beloved wife died,leaving him a lovely daughter. She had cheeks pink as ruby,eyes deep blue like lake, delicate eyebrows penciling out tinged black by nature, golden long and soft hair undulating like sea waves.When she smiled,the stone heart would be melt;when she cried,the ice face would be touched. She is treasured by her father due to he had nothing to care but this angel left by his beloved wife.

      One night ,the father leaned agaist sill and looked out,the steaming moolight aroused his reminiscence of the golden time speading with his wife — the moonlight steaming like water peeked the lovey-dovey dancing in the palace ,giving an air of solemn and gentle beauty.When he was dancing with his youth,his memories ,his soul,a cheerful voice ringing through long,dark corridor and pulled him back to the reality. He sighed and cold tears welled up from his eyes like  from the bottom of his heart,rolling down his weather-beaten face,down his beard silvered by merciless time,down his solemn robe,down the mirror-like floor .Then, quick footsteps followed,the old father hid his face with his long sleeve and dabbed his eye corners.

      "Daddy?"A sweet voice made father feel  himself step on the cloud and be carried to  heaven.The old men looked his daughter  carefully and on his face betrayed a flicker of contentment when behold her gentle movement and intelligent eyes .Time fled, my daughter already had reached her age and I was so proud of her ,he thought,but the time my wife die seemed yesterday.Thought upon this , delight on his face tuned into sorrow. The bright daughter quickly catched that his father was plunged into the recollection

    of her mother. She had seen her mother on the picture,thier feature bears striking resemblence,but her mother had an air of wisdom honed by time,her was far away from sophisticated social communications and still had naive featured by child. She wondered if her mother still alive,could it ironed down her father's sorrow of wrinkles,brighten and crisomed his moonlike pale face, silenced his thousands of sighs.Her hearts ached for his father countless sleepless night, for his forced smile while his heart bleeding the tears of grief,for his waning body and weaking mind.She knew its too much for him.

    Seeing off his father,she collpsed on the  ground and buried her face in her hands, her fathers weak movements and  staggering gait stinged her but she can do nothing. Suddenly,a voice startled her. Heighten her head,through blurred eyes ,she made out snow-white robe.

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