The one thing you dread it, letting yourself fall, taking the step into uncertainty, the little step beyond all the security that exist. And whoever had once surrendered himself, one single time, whoever had entrusted himself to fate was liberated. It was blissful to live. It was blissful to die.
影像和照片都好珍贵啊,看到了黑塞年轻时模样,细心照料他的花园与朋友一起玩游戏给读者回信,在自己的书房阅读写作,真美好只在b站找到英语俄字的纪录片,翻译了半天,旁白大多来自他的文章,还有对家人朋友的采访又多了解和喜爱了黑塞一些I was no longer shipwrecked once again ,I had pulled myself together
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