The Love Letters of Chu Sang-ho, word for word.
It's good for reading on a solo afternoon because it's warm, and it's also good for frustrated people because it's healing.
The ideal love is probably like this: we are both superfluous people in the world, but at least we are the most important people in the world to each other.
? -- Zhu Shenghao
Unlike Shen Congwen and Lu Xun, he not only conceived of a beautiful love, but also confirmed the promise with his actions: I hope we can live in reverse, living in the future first, then in the present, so that I can cite tangible credentials to defeat your distrust of me.
Beautiful Valentine's Day is coming, excerpts of the original text, may all lovers be happy.
A month ago tomorrow at this time, we braved the rain on the road. Happy days are so rare! Sending you love from all over the universe and thoughts from time immemorial to eternity.
How can I comfort my love for you if I don't know the road in my dreams. How I love to hear you speak.
It is a joy to receive your letter, the wind and the sun are so warm that one would like to live forever. Everything in the world is nothing, as long as there is you. I am, I am a Song Qingru supremacist.
Your uselessness, your pathetic cowardice in addition to yourself, I know best, the great hero is nothing, never like you as stubborn and competitive. You also know most of what kind of person I am, some parts of me are very similar to you, and some parts of me are different from you, if you think I am a great person, of course, you do not dare to call me a child. It's not necessary to get an impression that is more beautiful than the truth if we don't want to deceive ourselves with illusions. I don't know whether you will hate me one day or not, but I can say for certain that I will never hate you, and that you are entirely to my liking; it is not that I see only the good in you and neglect the bad, for I know that there is so much that is bad in you, and that there are some things that are simply the opposite of interesting to me; but if your good can only make me bow down in admiration, your bad makes me sympathize with you affectionately, and if you are a perfect person, then you are not. If you were a perfect man, I should never dare to call you a friend. Two-thirds bad and one-third good make an impression which I find exceedingly beautiful, for she is not lacking in points of praise, but at the same time very sympathetic, and to make the impression better would rather spoil her loveliness, for she would make me feel unattainable.
I do not know whether you can lay down some thorough considerations as to your own future, for unismatic conformity is unfortunate. I do not mean to advise you to marry, or not to marry, but whether you do or not, you must make up your mind, and not be ambiguous. I do not think your body is that of a warrior in life that can stand the rigors of hard work, and in fact you need a gentler environment. I may have angered you with these words, but they are my own opinions, given in my sincere friendship for you.
I am not a poet, or I must dream some lovely dreams for your sake. It would be a lifelong regret that I could not write you one of the most beautiful lyric poems in the world. How I would love to be a poet, just for your sake.
I want to make poems about the rain, about the night's acrimony, about you, and I can't.
I wish in the next life we spent all our days together, every day, every day, from morning verbal jousting until late at night, hating everyone to go away.
You must not be afraid of the future fate, have the courage to open your eyes wide and stare at everything; not have the courage to close your eyes, trusting the unknowable forces pulling you along, happy or not, unfortunate or not, across the board the ending is always an ending. When we finished the journey of life, and then through the breath to look at each other and laugh. As if after some exams, despite how crappy the results, finally unloaded the burden, alas!