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湖北考生夜落日悬,独对孤灯,我静静撕开信封,铺开。我总爱拿散发着油墨香的邮件,总爱去收发室找我的家书,在那重重叠叠的牵绊和祝福里认领属于我那一份。我珍视那安静的一刻,我不忍失去,那自古至今家书所承载的内涵。台湾作家林清玄说他母亲每周给他邮寄一封信,每封结尾都是“霜寒露重,望君珍重”简简单单八个字却成了林清玄心中最动人的
Hubei candidates hanging at night, alone orphans, I quietly ripped envelopes, spread out. I always love to get exudes ink mail, always love to send and receive room to find my home book, in that numerous tie-in and blessing claim belongs to me. I cherish that quiet moment, I can not bear to lose, that since the book of ancient times bearing the content. Taiwanese writer Lin Ching-hsuan said that his mother sent him a letter every week, each ending with a “frosty, precious look”.