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又是一个无眠夜。此时,我不再与睡眠反抗,仅是等待,等待天空在这静谧的夜里咬破嘴唇,用血染红边际,再露出它惨白的脸色。今日,是你成亲的日子,我能想象到那布满红绸缎的房子,猩红的样子竟像是心房汩汩地涌着鲜血。今日,依你母亲的性子,排场定不输当年。这是多久了?漫漫长夜常半夜惊醒,阴暗凄冷的房间里陪伴我的仅有那已被泪水浸湿的枕头。这是多久了?苦等苦盼苦相忆却只剩下被岁月模糊的你的面容。这是多久了?物是人非,当初沈园里的欢声
It’s a sleepless night again. At this point, I no longer rebelled against sleep. I just waited and waited for the sky to bite her lip in this quiet night, stained the red with blood, and revealed his pale face. Today is the day of your marriage. I can imagine the house covered in red silk, and the scarlet looks like a bloody heart. Today, depending on your mother’s temper, the pomp will not lose. How long has this been? Wake up in the middle of the night for long nights and nights, and in the dark, chilly room I only have pillows soaked with tears. How long has this been? Bitter and so desperately waiting for a bitter experience has only left you face blurred by years. How long has this been?