回国小记
写于伦敦到重庆的飞机上。
I’m yet struggling to be as brave as I would need to be.
“Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish / How could I seek the empty world again? /”
I’m yet struggling to be as brave as I would need to be.
“Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish / How could I seek the empty world again? /”