📮 Letter

Dear Huanhuan, It’s been a while since I last wrote to you. Recently, I had been under the impression that we were in a very harmonious state. If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have realized the inner journey you’ve been going through. It’s essential that you share these things with me because these issues are like whirlpools; struggling alone, you might only sink deeper. So, I’m glad you told me, but seeing you upset, I’m at a loss for what to do. The answers to these problems don’t lie with me, and you know I’m not one to offer empty words. ...

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Dear Zhuzhu, Coming to my home has hurt you deeply, and seeing you in pain makes my heart ache as well. I’ve never believed that marriage must have parental blessings to be happy—happiness is something we define for ourselves. Our relationship, including the decision to marry, was made thoughtfully by the two of us. How many of our parents’ generation married for love? At least my parents didn’t. My father, in particular, carries more of a sense of responsibility than love. Perhaps his perspective has limited his ability to recognize or feel love, but that doesn’t mean our happiness needs his approval. ...

May 1st 欢： 最近过得不是很好，总觉得自己像是一坛腌菜一样，笼罩在一种很压抑的情绪之中。 The rest of the words is in the paper. Apr 16, 2024 欢欢 你好啊，希望你点进来之前有一些惊喜，点进来之后也是。这是我上个月搭建的博客网站，用来记录一些东西。之前的服务器过期了没有再续费，也没时间整理。我想将我们之间的信件放在这里是合适的，我设置了搜索隐藏，只有有链接的人才能找到。 ...

December 10, 2006 Dearest Clare, As I write this, I am sitting at my desk in the back bedroom looking out at your studio across the backyard full of blue evening snow, everything is slick and crusty with ice, and it is very still. It’s one of those winter evenings when the coldness of every single thing seems to slow down time, like the narrow center of an hourglass which time itself flows through, but slowly, slowly. I have the feeling, very familiar to me when I am out of time but almost never otherwise, of being buoyed up by time, floating effortlessly on its surface like a fat lady swimmer. I had a sudden urge, tonight, here in the house by myself (you are at Alicia’s recital at St. Lucy’s) to write you a letter. I suddenly wanted to leave something, for after. ...