接下来的日子过得很平淡也很快乐。每天晚上,妹妹和我一起临摹妈妈的刺绣图。其中有一只凤凰是妹妹最喜欢的,她说她要骑着凤凰飞过广袤而凝重的草原,看着牧马人带着心爱的妻子飞驰在棕色的马背,那辽阔而深厚的广阔中,一群漂亮的蒙古女孩在放飞风筝。她说着说着就像小公主一样,踮着脚尖在床上翩翩起舞。我会剪很多很多粉色的花朵,顺着她的长发散开,一直滑落到脚跟。我刻意让自己忘记以前烦琐的事情,不让自己记得生活中的悲哀,模糊不想见的人,模糊不想听的话。 The rest of the day passed very plain and very happy. Every night, my sister and I copy the mother’s embroidery map. One of them, Phoenix, was her sister’s favorite. She said she was riding a phoenix across the vast and drab prairie. Watching the Wrangler fly with his beloved wife on a brown horseback, a vast expanse of vast expanse of beautiful Mongolian girl is flying a kite. She spoke as little princess, dancing tiptoe in bed. I will cut a lot of pink flowers, spread along her long hair, has been slipped to the heel. I deliberately let myself forget the cumbersome things before, do not let myself remember life’s sorrow, blur do not want to see, blur do not want to hear the words.