朋友刚送来一床棉被,望着我被酒烧得通红的眼睛,无奈地摇摇头,走了。妻进来了,“起风了。”妻说。我“噢”了一声,接着便往嘴里灌酒,然后便再次昏沉沉地睡去。妻轻轻地替我盖好棉被。这个女子啊,苍老的面庞,枯黄的头发,她无怨无悔千里迢迢跟随我来到这荒凉的大漠,这一路的风霜 The friend had just brought in a quilt and looked at my eyes that had been burned red. She shook her head and walked away. The wife came in. “Wind it,” said the wife. I hummed, then I poured into my mouth, and then fell to sleep again. The wife gently covered the quilt for me. This woman, with her old face and yellow hair, she has no regrets, and she has followed me to this desolate desert with no regrets. The wind and frost on this road