夜幕已早落许久了。然而烛光下的温荷正在全神贯注地批改学生的作文。尽管无情的岁月之刀已在她额上过早地刻下了几道深条痕与染鬓的银丝相映衬,但她的精力还是满充沛的。这不,九岁的女儿又在为她的“夜战”提抗议了。“妈妈,你 The night has been falling for a long time. However, the warmth of the candlelight is correcting the composition of the student. Although the knife of merciless years had already engraved a few deep streaks on her forehead against the stained silver, her energy was still full. No, nine-year-old daughter was protesting again for her “night war.” "Mom, you