Two Letters To My Geroge,Sophie,and Paul

Letter1.

Dear George,Sophie and Paul,

How are you guys doing there,mateys?I know it must be quite disparate,but will you still recall me?Yes,me,De Vladimir,your best best friend. Now I really miss you and i dont know if its appropriate to write this,but i just cannot take this loneliness any more. During the days of your departure,i wept and prayed every morning and night.I can even feel that extreme agony when your plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean.At first i didnt believe it,because we had already made the deal that we will visit George's hometown next Spring Day.But when that fatty policeman came to me,and let me confirm your identities,i realized everything was finished and time wont flashback like a movie or a book.

BTW,Sophie,i have bought the book for you as i promised before,and i put it in the second drawer of your dresser where you used to write your fictions and plays. I dont know,maybe you are still alive,and you are building a wooden house in that pacific island right now.I suppose Paul making the fire,Geroge fishing the crabs and fishes,Sophie searching for the fruits and medicine grass.Well,i should be there,and i always want to be inside with you,i will do the map and design the structure of the boat,which will be responsible for our ferry to the continent.

But,i know its barely to occur,you guys may rest in peace for ever under that cold and boisterous water,or float in the shoreless ocean all the time,trying to meet me somewhere,which however never gets fulfiled.I swear someday i will send out a boat and adventure the restless waves,trying to get closer to your graveyard. So after all,you are in heaven now,right?Geroge,dont play your cello that loud at night and in the morning.Angels in the flowery grove would be awoken without being sated enough,and Sophie,dont keep sending your fictions to the Publishers,they dont deserve reading your lines,although they always repeat those rude nonsenses to balance their envy.And Paul,please dont wait the bus in vain any more,because they arrived only when you get rid of the obsession and expectation.But anyway,i think you will completely take well care of yourselves,because the rumor says people in heaven would grow more and more beautiful and decent.

But i'm still here,living in this vacant house alone with our cat and bird.They seems to be totally unconscious of your disappearance,and still live a carefree life as before.While i am such a loser,i can but shut down our shop,because i cannot run it all by myself,and otherwise i just cant do the things you guys ever did before and the reflections just poured through the repeated actions,as if you are just around me,and we can still play chess together----well,now i play Italian,Evans Gambit and Caro Kan a lot,because i just get bored by the positional queens opening and get frustrated by the scary sicilian---and we can still have the regular Friday Conference every week.Well,Geroge you havent finished teaching me music,and Sophie,you have forgotten to explain the various fiction fashions to me,which you had promised me very long ago,and Paul,i miss you every night when no one annoys me by frequent dream words.Alas,i just cant get out of your smells,your shadows,your photos...maybe i will just leave this sourthen town this winter,because i always know you are watching and blessing me above the clouds wherever i am,but i dont know when it should be,its still not determined yet.

Now the winter is in the air,and days gets colder and colder that the windows of my bedroom is frozen every morning.All the sceneries are misty through it,and i wonder if the heaven looks like this?And i usually gaze upon the outside for a long while,until the sun raises to warm the middle of sky,and shines into my room,i would say this is the best time of the day.I always get confused when you are not around my sides.But i dont wanna know any more,i dont wanna see the information and the knowledge now,i dont wanna hear and think any more,and i dont wanna be involved in more things now....Just sit by the table in front of the window,and feel vacant and still for a while.This is my winter,my first winter without my friends,alas,i dont know what to do,and i dont know where to go,i am in a new crossroad now.

But,my Geroge,Sophie and Paul,my dear friends,how can i live my life without you,and how can i face the situation when your names come to my mind?People say time flows,and washes everything away,is this true?If i were to move on,if i should find a new life,and if oneday i become another person,what will you feel about me?

Good Night! Yours truly,Vladimir.

(two months later)letter2

Dear George,Sophie and Paul,

The winter is vanishing,my friends!I hope so is in heaven....wait,are there any seasons?Anyway,its such a lovely alternation.I can even smell the fragrance of peach blossoms and the butterflies flying about.

I moved in this town last week,and all the people here are very nice and kind-hearted.They are all christians,and there are several gorgeous churches and chaples around.I think i have grown up a bit compared to the bygone time.

Geroge,i read your musical notebook,and there was a line that really touched my heart.

"What is the sound?I havent got the answer.Sound is just a physical wave allowed to prevail everywhere in universe.But the human mind chooses a penchant for joint sounds as the definition of music.And so is the emotion.The world is like the headfountain of sounds,it doesnt mean anything like good,bad,right,wrong,happy or sad,only the human beings sense it as the causes of emotion."

George,you are right.It is me that choose to feel the world this way,but the world remains the same.I think now i know how to view the world in another sight.

And Sophie,i also read your unfinished fiction,and there is also a line that touched me a lot.

"The shadow of the moon fell aslant,as if inviting me entering the blue dream.....But happiness is an ancient ideology.In chinese language,for instance,Kaixin and Kuaile can mean this notion,but they appeared in different gestures.Kaixin,literally means"open the heart",while kuaile"fast speed to enjoy".They both suggest two practical ways to feel happy,ie,open the heart to the outside,and speed up to feel the sensation."

Yes,it works,so i remember now,everyday i would love to open my heart,and pay attention to the speed of my actions.I should be happy,because i sweared with you that we would all be happy and free everyday,when we first time met in that southern town and joint to be roommates and best friends for each other.

Now i still live alone,but i'm not lonesome and vancant.I know you are all standing by my side,i know there are many sceneries in the future road,and i know my life would be a testimony to all of us four,and a journery where seasons appear in turn.

Good Day

Yours warmly De Vladimir