清如：
我希望你不是生病了，心里很有些惴惴。但愿你没有信来是为着别的各种理由，忙、懒、不高兴、生我气，或是嫁了人了都好，只不要是生病。我卜了一下，明天后天都仍然无信，顶早星期四，顶迟要下星期五才会有信，这不要把我急死吗？
How like a winter hath my absence been
我想不出说什么话，因为我不愿说“恨不得立刻飞来看你”一类的空话，也不高兴求上帝保佑你，因为第一我不相信上帝，第二如果真有上帝，而他不保佑你，我一定要揍他一顿。
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
What old December's bareness everywhere!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
Like widowed wombs after their lord's decease.
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit;
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
祝福你，“善良的人”。
心烦意乱 廿八