Love Letter to Beethoven's "Immortal Lover"
My immortal love:
I fell asleep, but all my thoughts were focused on you, sometimes in heaven, sometimes with sadness. Looking forward to fate, but I don't know if fate will care for us? Either I can live with you completely, or I can't do it at all, but I have decided to wander around until I can throw myself into your arms, become a member of your family and give my heart to your spiritual world. The last point must be persisted. You should know what I mean, because you know my loyalty to you. No one can occupy my heart. This will never happen. This will never happen!
God, what do people like? Why does it have to be far apart? And why is my life full of troubles now? Your love makes me happy, but it also makes me miserable. What I need at my age is a clean and happy life. Can this be established in our relationship? Oh, angel, I just found out that the postman leaves every day, so I must finish it here so that you can receive this letter soon. Please be quiet-you have to love me-today-yesterday-I don't feel tears, because I miss you-you are my life-everything to me-I wish you well and continue to love me.
It will always be yours.
It will always be mine.
It will always be ours.
Byron's Love Letter to Countess Gui Li Qiao
My dearest Teresa:
I finished reading this book in your garden: honey, I can't finish reading it without you at home. This is your favorite book. The author is my friend. You can't read this English letter, and neither can others-that's why I didn't write it in Italian. But you will know the handwriting of your passionate lover, and you will guess that when he reads a book that belongs to you, all he thinks about is love. This word is beautiful in all languages, especially in yours. It contains the meaning of my present and future existence. I think I am alive now, and I also think I will be alive in the future-why? It will be up to you to decide; My fate depends on you, and you are a woman who has been out of the monastery for two years in her twenties. I hope you are still in the monastery, or at least, I can see you before you get married. However, it is too late. I love you, and you love me-at least that's what you say, and from your actions. This is at least a great comfort. However, my love for you is too deep and endless.
If the Alps and the sea separate us, you may always think of me, but we will never be apart unless you want to.
byron
1865438+August 25th, 2009, Bologna.
Marx's Love Letter to Yan Ni
My dear:
I wrote to you again, because I was lonely, because I felt sad. I often talk to you in my heart, but you don't know, you can't hear and you can't answer me. Even if my photos are not good-looking. But it's very useful to me ... you seem to be really in front of me. I really cherish you, kissing you from head to toe, kneeling in front of your eyes and sighing, "I love you, madam!" " "
Temporary separation is beneficial, because frequent contact will appear monotonous, thus making the differences between things disappear. Even pagodas don't look so tall nearby, and daily chores will be over-expanded in close contact. So is enthusiasm. Daily habits show enthusiasm, because closeness will completely attract a person. As long as its direct object disappears from sight, it no longer exists. Enthusiasm and closeness to the object will be manifested as daily habits. Under the magical influence of separation, it will grow and regain its inner strength. This is my love. When we were separated by space, I immediately understood that time is to my lover what sunshine and rain are to plants-let them grow. My love for you, as long as you stay away from me, will show its true colors like a giant. All my energy and all my feelings are concentrated on this love episode. I feel like a real person again, because I feel a strong passion.
You will smile, dear, and you will ask. Why did I suddenly spray like this? However, if I can put your tender and innocent heart close to mine, I will be silent. I can't kiss you with my lips, so I have to turn to language to convey this kiss.
Indeed, there are many women in the world, some of whom are very beautiful. But where else can I find a face whose every line and even every wrinkle can evoke the strongest and best memories in my life?
Goodbye, dear, and kiss you and the children countless times.