“Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

“I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

“I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

“I love thee with the passion put to use

“In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

“With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

“Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

“I shall but love thee better after death.”

这和他平时清亮的声音不同，是那么温柔缱绻，好像把他那些没有勇气说出口的爱恋都藏进了诗里，借着勃朗宁夫人的口，讲给她听。

我是如何爱你。

三月的微风拂过，有花瓣吹落，何维桢只觉得那是湿润的，轻柔的。

“你合格了，男朋友”

他听到孟寒如是说。

只有风在叹息“愚蠢的人呐，花儿又怎么会亲吻你呢”。