and bravo, I find a piece of jade. They match each other, don’t they? One is a boy, the other a girl; One is warm, the other cold; One features a laughter, the other a sigh with a frosty breath. I see two pictures vividly in front of my eyes. In one, a boy is enjoying the sunshine and watching a hawk soaring under the sun; in the other, a girl is walking on a desolate wintry street toward her dream in full anticipation of an unbroken promise. Love could be beautiful.