Ping Ping shortness of breath, obviously she was relentless angered by my speaking, she didn’t think after she made some tolerance, I still fight with her without forgiven.

I look at the East Lake sky, in the artificial moon glow the stars embellishment still can not be seen, I know it is caused by the high altitude air pollution. If the dean of Academy of Sciences, the progenitor of the dark energy, Heming has not successfully developed the artificial moon, the air pollution should be more serious.

Unfortunately, the brilliant master of science has disappeared in the Bai Muda Triangle, he maybe constructing a heretical base in somewhere. I has unknown so, now dimly understand his rebel UN reason, because I seem to lead to the same way.

Ping Ping plays calm to say: "Jie! You have changed."

My mind has a shake, former intimate aroused my feeling, she didn't call me Chau Jie as the old days to call me, is her cool evoked a wave?

I turn to look, deeply into her beautiful eyes, slowly and deeply say: "In that distant era, in the mysterious oriental like a raging fire years, there is a poem once wrote:

‘The vanity of vanities, negative with negatives, ultimate pursuit, attributed to heart. 'Have you heard it?"

Ping Ping is a little provocative to say: "This sounds like East Lake in September of riddles written on lanterns than like a Tao meaning of poetry, I have no time to do this kind of conjecture."

I sigh: "This is the problem; in fact, the poem reveals a philosophy of life, which is a wise summary since the human civilization countless life practices."