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This is real.
這是真的。
There was once a daughter of a tolerably well-off family in the country who was very lovely and sought out by many matchmakers, although nothing had come of their efforts.
有個村莊的小康之家的女孩子，生得美，有許多人來做媒，但都沒有說成。
That year, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old.
那年她不過十五六歲吧，
One spring evening, she stood by the back door, hands resting on a peach tree, she remembered that she was wearing a moon-white tunic.
是春天的晚上，她立在后門口，手扶著桃樹。
She had seenthe young man who lived across the way, but they had never spoken.
她記得她穿的是一件月白的衫子。對門住的年輕人同她見過面，可是從來沒有打過招呼的，
He walked toward her,came to a halt close by, and said softly:
他走了過來。離得不遠，站定了，輕輕的說了一聲：
“So you’re here, too?”
“噢，你也在這里嗎？”
She did not say anything, and he did not say more.
她沒有說什么，他也沒有再說什么，
They stood for a moment and then went their separate ways.
站了一會，各自走開了。
That was all.
就這樣就完了。
Later, the girl was abducted by a swindler in the family and sold as concubine in some far-off town,then sold several times more, passing through any number of trials and ordeals.
后來這女人被親眷拐子賣到他鄉外縣去作妻，又幾次三番地被轉賣，經過無數的驚險的風波，
When she was old, she still remembered that incident and often spoke of that evening in spring, the peach tree by the back door, that young man.
老了的時候她還記得從前那一回事，常常說起，在那春天的晚上，在后門口的桃樹下，那年輕人。
When you meet the one among the millions, when amid millions of years, across the borderless wastes of time, you happen to catch him or her, neither a step too early nor a step too late, whatelse is there to do except to ask softy:
于千萬人之中遇見你所遇見的人，于千萬年之中，時間的無涯的荒野里，沒有早一步，也沒有晚一步，剛巧趕上了，那也沒有別的話可說，惟有輕輕地問一聲：
“So you’re here, too?”
“噢，你也在這里嗎？”
