“Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it. We had roots that grew toward each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
爱情本身就是在相爱中的激情燃烧殆尽后所剩下的东西，这既是艺术也是幸运的意外。你母亲和我拥有过它。我们的根在地下向对方生长，当所有美丽的花朵都从我们的树枝上凋落后，我们发现我们是一棵树，而不是两棵。
作者简介：我是英语正强老师，英语重度爱好者、分享者，高校英语教师；喜欢阅读、运动、写作；热爱英语教学，善于组织教学、激发学生学习热情，注重师生互动和生生互动。
