A letter from a strange woman

There is always a person who is another person's god for a period of time. No matter how long he loves and how hard he works, he can't get the result in the end.

Because unrequited love is a fruitless love, a contest between yourself and yourself. You painted your land as a prison and stubbornly guarded it. If others can't get in, you can't get out. Lonely persistence, just for his quick glance back.

When I was in junior high school, I fell in love with a boy in the next class and felt that he was radiant everywhere he went.

In girls' hearts, once they love, they are blind and selfless.

"Because nothing in the world can compare with the love secretly conceived by children, because this kind of love is so hopeless, flattering, humble, humble and warm, which is different from the warm and instinctive teasing love of adult women."

Every day after class, I stand in the corridor and pretend to play with my classmates. My eyes always glance at the door of the next class from time to time to see if he is standing at the door. If he stands there, I am always careful and try to speak loudly for him to hear, but I am afraid that the voice will be heard too loudly.

In junior high school, we lived in a villager's house near the school. I know his address. Every time we go to school and leave school, we have to walk a long way from their door to create a chance encounter.

In fact, the number of times we can meet each other in a month may be only once or twice. When we meet him, we just follow him far behind, watching his figure, smirking all the way to school, and never dare to say hello, even if we just say "early".

I know when he usually goes to eat in the canteen, play ball in the playground and give homework to the teacher. Through the playground where he plays ball, through the canteen window where he eats, through all the roadsides he must pass, and go to all the places where he may appear.

But every time I meet him, I'm all thumbs, at a loss and incoherent. What a clever girl I am at ordinary times, but as long as I meet him, I am not myself, either embarrassed by being too enthusiastic or regretting being too indifferent.

Maybe every girl is so obsessed with someone when she is young, and she doesn't ask for anything in return. One look from him can make you jump for joy all summer, even the love of the whole youth, pure love without any hormones.

When I first read Zweig's Letter from an Unknown Woman, I was awakened to tears again. For me who has been immersed in unrequited love for a long time, I can understand this feeling too well.

"I always feel nervous and excited for you, but you have no feeling about it, just like you have no feeling about the law of a pocket watch tightly stretched in your pocket. The clockwork of a pocket watch patiently calculates your time in the dark, measures your time, accompanies your whereabouts with an inaudible heartbeat, and you only glance at it for millions of seconds. "

A Letter from an Unknown Woman vividly shows the emotional course of a woman's life in the form of letters. From the moment I met the writer, I stepped into the whirlpool of fate and got deeper and deeper.

Three encounters, each full of expectation and joy, each harvest full of scars.

This is a love that brings unrequited love to the extreme. I have been watering a unrequited white rose all my life, and I just want to bloom for him. I never hated him when I was hurt by him again and again and left sadly.

He gave her arsenic, but she felt like honey. Love with a moth's attitude.

Stefan Zweig, the author of this book, is called "the writer who knows women best" by Gorky, and writes the feeling of unrequited love to the extreme, to the heart of every woman.

Zweig was born in a Jewish merchant family in Austria. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, became famous as a teenager and was handsome. His relationship with his first wife also began with two letters. Later, when he traveled to France, he had another lover.

At the same time, he feels sorry for his wife and lover, and his heart has been suffering. This novel can also be said to be the author's torture of himself, which interprets an extreme and decisive love elegy from a female perspective.

Everyone has had a secret crush, but in this fast-developing era, when the seven-year itch is shortened to three years, love has also become a fast food. We like a person, and when we don't get a response, we always turn our heads to look for scenery elsewhere.

We are all taught that "there are plenty of fish in the sea" and "learn to give up people who don't love themselves". Few people can secretly love a person all their lives, asking for nothing in return, complaining or regretting, and waiting alone in the prison they describe with joy.

This woman is humble, because in front of the person she loves, she humbles herself to the dust; But at the same time, she is noble, because even when she was down and out, she still didn't sell her soul and stood by him alone.

Few people in this world can have such unwavering love.

Zhang Xiaoxian said: Secret love is the greatest act, it is perfection. You don't love me, but I help you. A true secret love is a lifelong career, and I won't give up because he is far away from you. Without this feeling, don't fall in love easily.

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