那是初秋一个平常的夜晚,家住的那条线路偶然停了电。烛光下,妻娴熟地编织着毛衣,静静地陪我聚精会神地读书,偶尔,慢慢地站起来,轻轻地为我面前的杯子添些茶水。看妻的宁静,心底竟慢慢地涌动起种种感触,且很深的。 曾有人问我,爱到极致是无语么?这问题我也想过多遍,可却无法回答。怎么说呢,生活里,常 It was an ordinary night in early autumn, and the line where I lived stopped by chance. Candlelight, the wife skillfully knit a sweater, quietly with me concentrate on reading, and occasionally, slowly stood up, gently add some cup of tea in front of me. Look at the quiet wife, my heart actually slowly surging up all kinds of feelings, and deep. Someone once asked me if I felt so extreme in my speech that I could not answer the question many times. How to say it, in life, often