She picked up the glass carefully, and two mandarin ducks remained peacefully on the water. Looking at these two birds who love each other, she was sad and lost endlessly. Looking at my lonely self, I don't feel empty in my heart. With a sigh, take out the half bottle of chrysanthemum wine left over for her husband's farewell party that day, pour it out and drink it, and then cry
喝吧,等吧!也许,天明,他就会回来。她期待着,苦守着。终于盼到一丝光线从窗户跃进小屋。天亮了,她似乎有些高兴,门吱嘎一声打开了。站了许久,她才习惯性地抬起昏沉的头来,大雁又飞回来了,可是,她分明感到云中锦书还未寄到。天空已不再美丽,白云已不再白皙,大雁已不再动人!终于,她发出了一声长叹:“此情无计可消除,才下眉头,却上心头。”
Drink, wait! Maybe, tomorrow, he will come back. She is looking forward to it. Finally, a ray of light leaped through the window into the hut. At dawn, she seemed a little happy, and the door creaked open. After standing for a long time, she habitually raised her drowsy head and the wild geese flew back. However, she clearly felt that the brocade book in the cloud had not yet arrived. The sky is no longer beautiful, white clouds are no longer white, geese are no longer moving! Finally, she issued a long sigh: "this situation has no plan to eliminate, just under the brow, but on the heart."
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