夜深了,窗外窸窸窣窣的虫鸣渐渐消逝了,老伴儿在里屋的呼噜声充斥着死寂的房子。她翻了个身,陈旧的沙发“吱嘎吱嘎”地呻吟了几声,就像是她的心在哀号。趁着夜色,记忆蓦然似刺骨的潮水涌上心头,她挣扎着向现实的岸边奔去,却被记忆一个浪头淹没在烟波之中……她记不清是从什么时候开始便不再与老头同寝而眠了。半生的婚姻,连回忆都是凄凉的。那个曾经只会酗酒,酗酒之后就会动手的男人,又怎么肯留给她一丝丝的暖 Late at night, the worm out of the window gradually diminished, and his wife in the house grunting filled with silence of the house. She rolled over, the old sofa “groaning” and groaning for several more, just as her heart was wailing. Taking advantage of the darkness, the memory suddenly seems piercing tide in my heart, she struggled to the real shore ran, but was remembered a wave submerged in the waves ... She can not remember from when it will not Old man sleep with sleep. Half-life marriage, even memories are bleak. The man who used to be a drinker and a drunkard would only give her a trace of warmth