残阳将最后的余晖献给了一个即将逝去的永恒的日子。天，血红血红的。此刻，梅的心很痛。她站在窗口，抬起深埋的头，一抹残阳和着一段感奋而温馨的往事泻在她脸上。她明白：今天的窗口是寂寞的……那是一个云淡风轻的星期天早晨。梅和往常一样早早地站在窗口背英语。忽然，她 The sacred sun devoted the last rays to an eternal day that was about to die. Days, blood red. At this moment, Mei’s heart is very painful. She stood at the window, lifted her head deep, covered the sun, and rushed to her face with a warm and gracious past. She understands: Today’s window is lonely... It’s a very light Sunday morning. May stands in front of the window and speaks English as usual. Suddenly, she