孤独感古诗（会听更会读一首关于Hope的诗）

hi，晚上好

这里是心灵的深夜食堂

每周一篇精神粮食

用温暖的声音读给你听

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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;

然后我们总有时会迷失自己的方向

也许是在追求希望的路上

坎坷远比平坦来的多

当我们遇到不顺心的事

及时发泄出来是正确的

说说最近让你觉得头疼的小事吧