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有时我真觉得名叫怀念的这种情愫,真是上天给予的至高无上的温柔;有时我真觉得这种名叫记忆的这种念想,真是上天给予的至高无上的宝物。那个叫伍尔芙的疯子,在生命的最后一刻,微微地提起笔写道:“记住我们共同走过的岁月,记住爱,记住时光。”然后便一跃跳入深潭。在执着许久的信仰摇摇欲坠之时,在与病痛斗争中日益消瘦之时,我庆幸我们还能回忆起两行无语凝噎的眼泪,我庆幸我们还能回忆起沉默坚挺的脊背,我庆幸我们还能回忆起不知天高地厚的豪言壮语。
Sometimes I really feel that this nostalgia for memorizing is really the supreme tenderness God gave me. Sometimes I really think this kind of memory called this idea is really the supreme treasures given by God. That crazy man named Woolf, at the last minute of his life, raised his pen slightly: “Remember the years we walked together, remembering love, remembering the time.” Then they jumped into the deep pool . At the time when the long-held beliefs are shaky, and I am getting wrestler in my struggle with the sick, I am glad that we can still recall two silent tears, and I am glad that we can recall the strong backs of silence. I am glad we have I can recall the unbelievable magnanimity