我也有个萍，她让我这个视女性如草芥的自信狂有了如巫山云雨般的变化。我不敢表达，我的表达方式也许很荒唐，她也许很讨厌我。几年来我冷峻的外表似乎一直在警告女性们，不要妄想。但为什么我这昆仑顶峰上的积雪开始接受阳光的时候，而你却视而不见。也许我没有你心中的珠穆朗玛那样的挺拔，但我等你，等着你那妩媚的阳光。

　　O my luve is like a red ,red rose.that's newly sprung in june;O my luve is like the melodieThat's sweetly played in tune.

　　As fair thou art,my bonie lass,so deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still,my dear,Till a'the seas gang dry,

　　Till a'the seas gang dry,my dear.And the rocks melt wi' the sun;And I will luve theee still,my dear;While the sands O' life shall run,

　　And fare thee weel, my only luve,And fare thee weel a while;And I will come again, my luve,Tho'it were ten thousand mile!