公公婆婆去世后,逢年过节,丈夫总是躲到僻静处,一个人抽闷烟。等到我的父母也相继离世以后,我也体会到丈夫所说的那种无法言喻、遍及全身的孤寂——我俩都成了中年孤儿。尽管天是蓝的,云是白的,花是红的,草是绿的,但在我的眼里,成了单调的一种颜色。 After her father-in-law passed away, her husband always hid in a secluded place, smoking alone. When my parents passed away one after another, I also realized the unspeakable, all-encompassing loneliness that my husband said - both of us became orphans of middle age. Although the sky is blue, the clouds are white, the flowers are red, the grass is green, but in my eyes, it is a monotonous color.