简介： Absence is a short kind of sweetness
When you have gone away.No flowers more,methinks,will be-No maple leaves in all the world-Till you come back to me .
I can neither Eat nor Sleep for thinking of You my dearest love,I never touch even Pudding. (Horatio Nelson)
The moon hath sunk and the Pleiades And midnight is gone,And the hour is passing,passing,And I lie alone. (Sappho)
---1998.2.14《这些年来》
