I filled up an empty mineral water bottle with the holy soup, my weapon for love. I rose very early the next day and made it to office the first one. I gently put the bottle ather desk, together with my heart. One hour later she knocked at my door and said thanks. She smiled like a fairy lady. I wanted to paint the whole town red. The whole day saw me happy like a spoiled kid.

　　Still nothing romantic happened.

　　Gala day of Picnic

　　There were a couple of other girls and boys who had come to intern at my office, along with my queen. So a nice plan was composed again in my mind. I organized an outgoing at a golden Saturday, to Bi Feng Xia park in Ya'an. We left in two cars, me driving one and my colleague another.

　　I had long before made a secret buddy of my female colleague, who backed me up in this love endeavor. She took pity of me seeing that I had made no progress. So Daisy was made to sit on my right while I was driving.

　　The three hours to the destination and another three hours back seemed like my happiest hours in my life, with my dreaming girl right beside! At first she did not talk much. Soon she was excited by the beautiful landscape we drove past, and naturally out of a young girl's passionate heart she was willing to talk with me.

　　We had picnic beside thriving bushes and gorgeous flowers. Cool breezes relieved us of the travelling drowsiness. Being in the wilderness alone thrilled us all. We were like young, energetic students enjoying our blooming youth, giggling and chuckling all over the hill, through the woods.

　　We took many pictures. My lovely Daisy also took a lot. I had the honor of shooting many of her elegance and beauty. Then I was shocked when my secret agent made her stand with me for a picture under pink flowers of a big peach tree. It was on a slope, below which was a deep pond.

　　It had rained. She clung to a little twig to keep balance, but the place she was standing on was wet and slippery. She lost balance, and with a "scared scream" she slipped.

　　Just on that very moment, I burst out my right hand to grab her by the arm. It felt so soft. I heard my throbbing heart. Almost instantly after I pulled her to safety I let go. There was a word "chemical" in English. I believe there was indeed chemical erupting out of me.

　　What she was behaving, or whether or not she was blushing I cannot remember. My agent giggled, and took a snapshot of me holding her. Unfortunately the picture ended up too fuzzy as we were moving very fast in that emergency.

　　The way back was merry like holiday. All young people got so excited they started to sing songs. I sang the most, all to her. After everyone else in my car dozed off, I kept singing all the way back to Chengdu. She said I did have a voice.

　　I remember that I had written one diary about this trip,but I could find it nowhere.

　　Farewell My Angel

　　That was my crazy love. And it was brought to an end when,on a rainy Sunday afternoon I dialed her mobile andproposed to her on the phone. She told me that she couldnot accept me because she was dating. She could notbetray her love. For quite many days I was sad like hell. Then I started to respect her. Such a nice girl, loyal tolove.

　　"It is unfair to him" was the last word I heard she had said until I bumped into her in the street the other day. And deep into the night I've stayed before computer, writing up this diary, in memory of my true love story two years ago.