Why have I not guessed it was you earlier?

Last year,on this day,

Inside the door,

Her face and the peach-blossoms

Reflected each other's redness.

Where is her face now?

The peach-blossoms still smile

In the spring wind.

   "last year, one day in June, It was about 1:00 o'clock in the early morning. It was raining pitchforks，and there was still a chill in the air. I couldn't help shivering in the face of a breath of air. At the railway station, I picked up a passenger and drove to Daping, a district of Chongqing city. The passenger was a very beautiful lady, I have never seen this charming and graceful lady! Until now, my noses can still smell the fragrance of rose on her body."

    My taxi arrived at Daping bus station, the young lady got off.

    "Dear Sir ,I have no much money on me, but my flat is nearby, I shall be back to pay you soon, ok?"

    "Certainly! It doesn't matter. I won't willing to waiting for you no more." Said I.

    I won't mind the taxi fare ,even the beautiful lady won't pay. It's my honor in my life to meet this lovely lady. Thought I.

    Not more than one minute later, I saw that the flat's light was turned on.

    Thirty minutes have passed by, I had thrown off five cigarettes butts, however, the young lady hasn't appeared yet.

    I locked my taxi door, came to the girl's flat with a wonder.an old woman opened the door.

    "oh! Your -d-aughter,took my taxi just now ,and, and she-?"Asked I curiously.

   "my daughter?  You saw her?" it seemed who be puzzled was the old woman, not me.   

   "To be sure", I described the young lady's appearance In more details..

   "That's my daughter, but.. but she died two years ago." Said the old woman, tears filled with her eyes.

    I looked darkly and doubtfully at the old woman's face, was it true?

      After leaving the flat, I hurriedly drove back to my home,  full of horror and wonder.

     When I came to the Chongqing Yangtze Bridge, It had still been raining heavely outside,  I turned on the radio so that it could eliminate the fear in my heart.

   "Sir, taxi fare,  here you are."  A sweet young lady's voice came across my back.  As if it was just the lady who was sitting in my taxi.  I looked back over my left shoulder slowly, it did is the young lady who took my taxi and didn't pay me just now.

   "She is my daughter, but ,but she died two years ago,"  the old woman's words still rang in my ears.

   "Ghost,  ghost,"  I came to a rush stop,  and put my forehead down on the steering wheel,  almost cried.

   "Oh, oh, what wrong with you? You said I was ghost ? No,it is impossible, my name is Li fang, you see, you see. "

   "No ,no ,"I dared not raise my head.

   "All right, this is money. And I should go right now." said the young lady.

   "Peng", I heard her closing the taxi door.

A few minutes later, I raised my head, looked back over my right shoulder, she had gone. I fell ill.

I divorced two years ago and lived with my only five-year-old daughter. I felt as if a knife were piercing my heart when I saw my daughter was hurt by knife because of cooking by herself. I didn't drove until one week later.

   That day, the burning sun was shining on the ground. I wore a white shirt though illness's recovery. unconsciously, It was about 9:00 in the evening, I decided to go back after driving one couple from xi'an to railway station. When I saw a lady wave her hand to me.To my surprise, It was she-that young ghost lady.

   "It's you?" Said she. She was in pink skirt and looked more beautiful under the street lamps.

   "It's you," I murmured. Full of horror and surprise.

    She opened the door, and sit beside me. I smelt her rose smell again. How wonderful!

    "where to go"? Asked I, in a trembling voice.

    "daping station."

    "daping?" last time's picture striked on me right away. I didn't start the engine.

   "I am not ghost, I had told you last time." the young lady maybe guessed right my idea. Said she.

   "But-but why did you mother say that you had been dead for two years." Asked I angrily.

   "be going, I will tell you on the way, really."

"yes, I am a ghost."

"oh! You are ghost? " I couldn't help grasping the steering wheel.

 She continued,"  Two years ago, I was knocked down by a taxi driver, and my heart died two days later in my mother's home. But I remembered the taxi Number, just your taxi. Now you know what shall I do?", Said she calmly.

   "No, no, not me. I have never knocked down anyone " I said, but I did know the ghost won't mind it. I  closed my eyes, tears running down my cheeks.

    "aha, aha, I knew you were not since I got on your taxi first time. Otherwise, you...."

    "God blessed me." It is not me", I said to myself. I looked at the young lady up and down carefully. I didn't know the ghost lady was so beautiful until now. If this beautiful ghost could marry me, a taxi driver, a no-mother-daughter's father. I‘d like to be a ghost.

   "why are you staring at me?" At that time, I find the lady's face turned red.

    I didn't know how I sent the young lady back home, I only knew: since then, every day, at 9:00 in the evening, It was my duty to drive to railway station and sent the lady go back her home; I also knew she workd as a sichuan opera actrss. I told her all about me, especilly I have been regretted divorcing my former wife who is always a good wife for me. Every time I telling this,I often dropped tears, the young lady's eyes were filled with tears. From that time, I had a good opinion of the young lady.

    On middle autumn festival day,I was busy driving one passenger and another. It was late for half an hour when I hurried to the railway station. She was still waiting for me.

   "sorry, I am late." I apologized.

   "It doesn't matter, frankly speaking, I should thank you for driving me to home for sever months, " she contiuned," today,I want to invite you have a supper at my home,do you agree?" At that time, I didn't mind whether she was a ghost, I nodded.

    I followed the young lady went upstairs and entered her home. An old woman was cooking in the kitchen-room.

    "young man, you are welcome!" said the old woman. Whom was the mother who said her daughter died. I Was awfully puzzled.

    "be seated, please," the young lady said," this is my home, she is my mother."

    "the old woman was an old ghost, and the young one was a young ghost, maybe today, I would be eaten up to bones and hair by them." thinking of this, I stood up, wanting to run.

   "don't you really think we are ghost, we are both people." the young lady said. The following hours, we talked anything. I knew the young lady couldn't bear her husband's behavior and divorced him too.

    "young man, would you like to be my son-in-law, I marry my daughter you." said the old woman with a smile.

    I turned right and looked at the young lady, she lowered her head with a bit shy.

    "I ‘d like to!" I answered without any hesitate.

    "my dear, the young lady ran to me, and embraced me tightly."

    When we stopped embracing, and looked around, the old lady has gone." she is my neibour, It is she who is our matcher-maker." the young lady said. Out of the window, we gazed affectionately after her receding figure. Shortly after,  I drove back to my home with my new wife.

    She stood before the picture of me and my divorced wife for a long time. I saw her tears running down her cheeks. I was afraid she would be abashed, and said," go and have a bath, tomorrw, we will get up early and go to register marriage".

     When she came out from the bath-room.

    "my god!"I let a cry of surprise and happiness.

     She is my wife, my former divorced wife.

     I ran to her, embraced and kiss her, about half an hour, there were tears on all over our body. The next day,on the way to the neighourhood committee

 ,she told me," you are a fool," if you thought what I said ever over, you would knew the truth.

   ............

   "my dear," what I can do is to embrace her tightly.