letter from a unknown woman
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You on your way,I on mine.
Remember if you will, Or,better still,forget The light exchanged in this encounter. 你有你的，我有我的方向 你记得也好 最好你忘掉 在交汇处互放的光亮---徐志摩
white roses,like the roses you gave me after our first night of love.Has
it ever occurred to you,during this ten or eleven years,to ask youself who sent them?Have you ever recalled having given such rose to a girl? I do not know, and never shall know.For me it was enough to sent them to you out of the darkness;enough,once a year ,to revive my
letter from a unknown woman
Blair
Rarely,now,did my feelings reach out towards you in your dwelling. One thing only --on your birthday i have always sent you a bunch of
This book showed us a love story about an infatuation woman through a letter. We could say she was a great woman; she lived for love and died for love. All of her life was around love. We could also say she was a poor woman, because she fell in love with a man who never known about her. If she get marry with the rich man, she life maybe change. However, she wouldn’t do that, the man was her life, if she give up love him, it seem that she give up her life. Just like their baby, the baby died, her life and her love were died too.
远不会知道了。 对我而言，能够暗地里把花送给你，这已经足够
了。每年一次，能够让我重温那一刻的记忆，也已经足够了。
The letter fell from his nerveless hands. ... his eyes wandered to the blue vase on the writing-table. It was empty. For years it had not been empty on his birthday. He shuddered , feeling as if an invisible door had been suddenly opened, a door through which a chill breeze from another world was blowing into his sheltered room. An intimation of death came to him ,and an intimation of deathless love. 他感到了死亡的力量，同时也感到了一种不朽的爱情的力量。
After reading this book, it makes me surprised. What an amazing story. I love you, but it isn’t your business. The hostess loves the hero all her life, even though have a baby with him, but the man never known the woman who she was. What kind of power made her or supposed her finished it. Perhaps it is love.Or maybe that's the peach. But as we all know,the peach is a self-destruct, is a great sacrifice.
own memory of that hour.
cento
现在我的感情很少再投向你的住所，也很少用到你身Байду номын сангаас了。有
一件事情例外。每逢你生日的时候，我都会让人送你一束白色的
玫瑰花，就像我们第一次你送我的那些玫瑰一样。这十一二年里，
你想没想过要扪心自问；这些话是谁送的？你是否还能想起，这
样的玫瑰，你也曾经送给过一个女孩子，这些我都不知道，也永
You on your way,I on mine.
Remember if you will, Or,better still,forget The light exchanged in this encounter. 你有你的，我有我的方向 你记得也好 最好你忘掉 在交汇处互放的光亮---徐志摩
white roses,like the roses you gave me after our first night of love.Has
it ever occurred to you,during this ten or eleven years,to ask youself who sent them?Have you ever recalled having given such rose to a girl? I do not know, and never shall know.For me it was enough to sent them to you out of the darkness;enough,once a year ,to revive my
letter from a unknown woman
Blair
Rarely,now,did my feelings reach out towards you in your dwelling. One thing only --on your birthday i have always sent you a bunch of
This book showed us a love story about an infatuation woman through a letter. We could say she was a great woman; she lived for love and died for love. All of her life was around love. We could also say she was a poor woman, because she fell in love with a man who never known about her. If she get marry with the rich man, she life maybe change. However, she wouldn’t do that, the man was her life, if she give up love him, it seem that she give up her life. Just like their baby, the baby died, her life and her love were died too.
远不会知道了。 对我而言，能够暗地里把花送给你，这已经足够
了。每年一次，能够让我重温那一刻的记忆，也已经足够了。
The letter fell from his nerveless hands. ... his eyes wandered to the blue vase on the writing-table. It was empty. For years it had not been empty on his birthday. He shuddered , feeling as if an invisible door had been suddenly opened, a door through which a chill breeze from another world was blowing into his sheltered room. An intimation of death came to him ,and an intimation of deathless love. 他感到了死亡的力量，同时也感到了一种不朽的爱情的力量。
After reading this book, it makes me surprised. What an amazing story. I love you, but it isn’t your business. The hostess loves the hero all her life, even though have a baby with him, but the man never known the woman who she was. What kind of power made her or supposed her finished it. Perhaps it is love.Or maybe that's the peach. But as we all know,the peach is a self-destruct, is a great sacrifice.
own memory of that hour.
cento
现在我的感情很少再投向你的住所，也很少用到你身Байду номын сангаас了。有
一件事情例外。每逢你生日的时候，我都会让人送你一束白色的
玫瑰花，就像我们第一次你送我的那些玫瑰一样。这十一二年里，
你想没想过要扪心自问；这些话是谁送的？你是否还能想起，这
样的玫瑰，你也曾经送给过一个女孩子，这些我都不知道，也永