It suddenly occurred to me that I bought a book a year ago but didn't read it carefully—"What I'm going to do to you, what I'm going to do to the cherry tree in the spring." It's a love letter. The first time I listened to this poem, it was in a novel, very novel, romantic with a pimple. On this decadent day, the love in the book is like a flower growing in the wilderness, gorgeous and warm, gentle and romantic and perishable. Here are excerpts from some of the book's excerpts:
"I made you as big as my loneliness,
We're hiding in the whole world,
So that we can get to know each other day and night.
In order not to see the other in your eyes,
And just see my imagination of you,
See only the world in your image,
And the day and night that your eyes control. —[Fa] Eryya
"I dreamed of being in an abandoned house,
I dream of the passage of time,
I dream of years like water.
obvious
My mind is occupied by your eternity.
Whoever beckons to me, I won't
Trade the despair you left me for that mediocre tenderness.
I lived in isolation, and I was silent. —[Russian] Brock
"I used to love you;
Love, perhaps in my heart,
It's not completely gone yet, I hope he never bothers you again.
I don't want to make you sad anymore.
I loved you silently and desperately,
On the one hand, they endure shyness, but at the same time, they endure the torment of jealousy.
I have loved you so sincerely and so tenderly,
May God bless you,
There is someone who will love you as much as I do. —[Russian] Pushkin
"I want to live with you in a small town,
Drink the endless twilight and the continuous chimes of the bells together.
In the inn of the town —
The ancient bell strikes with a faint sound,
Like a gentle tick of time.
At dusk, occasionally someone was in a room on the top floor,
Leaning against the window to play the flute.
The window is filled with large tulips.
- If you don't love me at this point,
I wouldn't mind either. —[Russian] Ivanovna
"I can't say why love comes and goes;
I only know that Summer has sung in my heart for a while,
Now there is only silence left. —[Beauty] Mirey
"To be able to walk on the same bright earth as him during the day,
I'm already satisfied;
Be able to stand up to the stars of the same night with him at night,
I don't want to tie the wind,
Nor do I want to cuff the sea —
I can feel his love blowing through his body like music,
I'm satisfied. —[Beauty] Tisdale
"How many people love your charming youth, your beauty, your falsehood or sincerity, but only one loves the heart of your pilgrim, loves the aging wrinkles on your face." - [Ireland] Yeats
"When I was young, her beauty was like a fiery flame, and she walked like she was walking in the clouds. The woman homer sang about—life and literature were nothing more than a heroic dream. —[Ireland] Yeats
"I love you because you can evoke the truest part of me." - [Ireland] Clift
"The strange sensation caused by a person stroking the bare skin of the flesh with his hand,
the circulation of blood and the entry and exit of breathing,
The beauty of the waist, the beauty of the hips, the beauty down to the knees,
Thin bright red juices, bones and bone marrow in your body or in my body, a wonderful manifestation of health;
Ah, I say it's not just the poetry of the flesh, the parts of the body, but also the poetry of the soul, the parts of the soul.
Ah, I can say, this is the soul! —[U.S.] Whitman
Text | Source Book "What I'm Going to Do to You, What Spring Does to the Cherry Tree"
Painter | May Ibuki (Blowing Up This Painter)
The last picture source Weibo painter Zhu Mo Lian
Graphic editing | XuanJun