Immigrants studying abroad: Canada has been in love for ten years, and the marriage is slim.

Standing at the foot of the Capitol Hill in Ottawa, the huge shadow is like a tragic oil painting. He is so small that he seems to disappear at any moment. For ten years, we love with our hearts.

Between us, as if frozen in the freezer of love, we can't give up and break through.

Character: Sabrina, female, 35 years old, studied in Canada ten years ago and later immigrated.

Six years ago, our student visa was about to expire, but the immigrant visa could not be approved. We held our heads and cried in our little room. He said, marry a foreigner. I shook my head, then I cried, as if the whole world had collapsed. Our immigration has finally been solved. I didn't marry a foreigner, nor did I marry him. A year ago, he was going to marry a woman. He said that our relationship must be broken and we cried. He said, you also find someone to marry. I shook my head and cried. In the end, he didn't get married, and I didn't marry him.

The first time I met him, he asked me to take a picture of him on the Capitol Hill in Ottawa. It was windy that day, and my hair was blown unkempt and scattered on my face. I can't even see his face clearly. That day, the weather was gloomy, which was not a good time to take pictures. The huge capitol gives people a depressing feeling, and I don't want to stay here for long. After pressing the shutter in a hurry, I left. Everyone is beautiful. When you meet someone, you will often see him. I was studying at the University of Ottawa at that time, and once in the library, I met him again. I saw him clearly in the soft and quiet atmosphere of the library.

The first year of love

On the campus of university, I am always so shy and nervous. The beautiful boulevard walks quietly in that campus. If you meet an oncoming classmate, let go quickly. He will bypass another road and keep his head down. In the dark, I can't see if there is any blush on his face. During that time, it was the most brilliant and carefree. We study together, and he will bring my favorite snacks. When I answered a question correctly, he rewarded me with a biscuit. His smile is always very weak and deep, and I often get lost in it. He just held my hand, no hugs, no kisses and no intoxicating words. He is always quiet.

The fourth year of love

After graduation, many students applied for immigration, all of which were successfully approved. We are evil, and we don't give any reply. Seeing that the student visa is about to expire and I have to return to China, I am really unwilling. I feel that if we return to China, our relationship will be over and there will be no chance to be together. When we associate the result of immigration with our relationship, we find this situation unbearable.

I went to his off-campus dormitory and asked him how he decided. ? I want to try to sign it again in Vancouver. ? He never talks much. ? I'll go, too. Let's try one last time. Whatever the outcome, just this once. He looked at me with erratic eyes. ? Well, if not, then go back to China. I have an appointment in China. If I go back, maybe between us. I don't want to hear it. ?

I hugged him and cried. When the result of a matter is too important, it is very heavy in itself. However, even if it is only a straw, we still have to try to grasp it. That kind of despair and helplessness really hurts our hearts.

I came to Vancouver with trepidation to apply for a visa. The visa officer rolled his eyes at me for a while and finally nodded. I shed tears with excitement and joy. However, he still failed.

? You must stay. I went to another school to sign a student visa. It's good to postpone it for a while. ? Perhaps the success of my visa gave him confidence. With me here, he didn't want to leave. He finally kissed me. He finally hugged me. However, why is this feeling of salvation not joyful, but boring? Perhaps, it is the kind of feeling that is hard to suppress, sudden depression.

After I got my visa and got my first job in Canada, we lived together. He continued to go to school on a student visa, during which he kept re-signing immigrants. I always wanted him to hug me and kiss me first, and then we got married. But he has been detached from this warm feeling, and with the visa, his mood has plummeted. His pride won't allow him to marry me when I get a visa and he doesn't.

He put forward the idea of living together.