那年春天,河水汤汤,弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙写好了绝笔信,给她亲爱的丈夫。那年春天,落红阵阵,林黛玉写了首《葬花吟》,给她无奈的命运。写小说的伍尔芙,遗书写得有点语无伦次,却宁静平和,痛苦甚至“溢”出幸福来,不似“焚稿断痴情”的林黛玉那般悲壮,亦不似吟咏“他年葬侬知是谁”的女诗人那般忧伤—— That spring, River Soup Soup, Virginia Woolf wrote a fine letter to her dear husband. That spring, falling red, Lin Daiyu wrote the first “funeral flowers Yin” to her helpless destiny. Woolf wrote novels, the inscription written a bit incoherent, but quiet and peaceful, painful and even “overflow ” out of happiness, not like “burning off infatuation ” Lin Daiyu so tragic, not like chanting He was buried in Nong know who "poet so sad -