hi，晚上好
這裡是心靈的深夜食堂
每周一篇精神糧食
用溫暖的聲音讀給你聽
每周五與你相約晚安電台
Hope
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
然後我們總有時會迷失自己的方向
也許是在追求希望的路上
坎坷遠比平坦來的多
當我們遇到不順心的事
及時發洩出來是正确的
說說最近讓你覺得頭疼的小事吧
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