Chapter 37 Section 37

Galaxy, hello! write to you.I'm bored at home.I don't know how you speak Japanese.I sincerely hope that when you come back, your Japanese will become very good, just like the Japanese, then I will call you Li Yilang. I am angry when I think of what has happened to you recently.Damn it, you've really met a bunch of old bastard bureaucrats who are obstinate, stubborn and malicious!I said your article just shaved their hair.Really don't be angry.You say that social feudalism is not quite right.Some dogmatism in our country has reached the point where there is almost no cure. From the head to the water, it is full of dogma, an irreversible dogma, and no one can survive except the crematorium.They have more dogmas than zebras, and it's more annoying to change one than to say he's a son of a bitch.You, let them be fulfilled.How can a dogmatist be imagined without dogma?They are all supported by dogma, and their lives are tied to it.Had Marx lived, they would have put him in a lunatic asylum for a few words he himself said, if he had interpreted them differently.They always say it's lifeblood.

Summer is here!Let's play when you come back. Supposing I were as inarticulate as Dante or Pietra! Galaxy, hello! Got your letter.I'm glad to know you're doing well. I am restless, and I look forward to your early return.When will you be back?Is it the 16th or the 20th?I thought it was important.I used to really like Sundays, but now I don't. I found another good poem in "Anthology of German Poetry": He loves to roam in the dark, the dark shade of trees, The heavy shade will cool his dreams. But there is a kind of desire burning in his heart, longing for the light!Thirst for the light!

caused him great pain. He does not know that above him the sky is clear, Filled with pure silver starlight. I especially like this one.Maybe we'll be able to discover the starlight, right among us.I especially like "Silver Star".How nice and easy to associate with your name.Your name is beautiful.Really, your name alone is enough for me to love you forever. I don't think I'm going to please you with my stupid tongue.As Mayakovsky said: "If I were as inarticulate as Dante or Petra!" Indeed, if I were like Dante or Petra, when I was alone with you, quietly together, I am right next to your ear, whispering a poem full of rhythm, a poem full of stars like your name.Or talk about a dream, a dream under the stars, a beautiful story.It's a pity I can't speak well.I'm so stupid!Really, I'm too bad at pleasing you!I must still learn this.can i do itIn other words, do you have confidence in me?My letters are like grates on a cesspit, dead in disorder.Seriously, do you think what I said earlier is important?

Wavelet June 6