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Nostalgic for My Long―lost Love 　　The unremittingly gloomy weather makes everything in the world cheerless， and the scene of utter desolation adds to humans grief. Ravens are howling all the time as if the doomsday is drawing nearer and nearer. Frustrated， they try to get an outlet to their pent-up feelings. Suddenly， the howling stops and silence prevails. It seems that the ravens begin to pray and mourn for your pass. Still the strong winds outside the window are blowing unbridled， showing that everything in the nature has a grudge against the world. This is the third time that I have read you. Sitting by the windows， I look into the distance， but I find no vestiges of your presence. The trees and the windows are rusting in the wind to sing you an elegy. There is no defense against a pure and noble spirit， and this time I cry， and very hard， as if I could make up for all the years that I didnt cry. I am about to fold the book when a dried camellia flies away， which is pale blue， very transparent， still with thin fine veins. Carefully I pick it up and hold it in the palm of my hand. Suddenly， a puff of wind brought it away without any trace， leaving me alone. I have lost you， and now I lost the camellia that I have cherished for three years. You are just like the camellia and could never escape from the destiny of withering. Desperate and helpless， I felt as if my heart was sucked down into a deep whirlpool， and I cowered in the corner， clasping my knees with my arms. Tears clouded my eyes once again. Once I wept for Lin Daiyu. Flowers fade and fall and fly about up in the sky， but who pities the loss of your fragrance when you die？ Once beauty is carried to its very tomb， both beauty and flowers perish known to none. If I thought I had cried up all my tears， because the Song of the Burial of Flowers had wrung all the moisture from my body that would be transformed into tears， I was woefully mistaken. You are pretty women； but though the life o