让我想起了里尔克的 "I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a grave and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.
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' The press was to serve the governed, not the governors. ' ' The only way to protect the right to publish is to publish. ' / 第四公民 聚焦 官方机密 爆炸新闻 科莱采夫 早间新闻 天黑请回家 强受被强迫生子