That year, I went to Tibingen mainly to see Holderlinga, one of the places that belonged to the poet's holy land. After returning to the university town where Holderling was studying, I lived in the small building that was originally a carpenter's house for the rest of my life. Walking along the narrow path from the yellow spire building can be reached on the main road bridge. The willow tree is shining in the water, the tower is reflected in pairs, the students are clamoring for cruise ships, and the spirit of the people is constant.
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That year, I went to Tibingen mainly to see Holderlinga, one of the places that belonged to the poet's holy land. After returning to the university town where Holderling was studying, I lived in the small building that was originally a carpenter's house for the rest of my life. Walking along the narrow path from the yellow spire building can be reached on the main road bridge. The willow tree is shining in the water, the tower is reflected in pairs, the students are clamoring for cruise ships, and the spirit of the people is constant.