“今天又是中秋节,他已经50多年没回来了。”姥姥又在重复着她每年的今天都会说的话了。我听这句话也听了十多年了, 看到她一步步从充满希望到失望,如今,她显然已经绝望了,却仍然强迫自己相信,他还会回来。 “Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival again. He hasn’t returned for more than 50 years.” He repeated what she said every year today. I also listened to this sentence for more than a decade. She saw her step by step from hope to disappointment. Now she is clearly desperate, but she still forces herself to believe that he will return.