作者: 欧阳京 时间: 4-2-2021 12:30
前几天看电影a river runs through it.
我永远无法忘怀norman写给jess的那封信:
Dear Jesse, as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms. 作者: 行者之心 时间: 4-2-2021 14:53