早上醒来的时候,妻子于虹已在客厅里忙碌,音响开得很小,是那种田园风格,旋律轻快,但又充满阳光和原野气息的小提琴独奏。南国的初秋,阳光从窗前高大的梧桐树的叶子透到床沿,床上洒满了细碎的光影,墙上也是,因为风的缘故,还有些微的晃动。我闭上眼,美好的早晨。妻子煮好了咖啡,屋子里浓郁的芳香经久不散。她蹭着小碎步在厨房与客厅间来回穿梭,棉绒底的拖鞋,走起路来, Wake up in the morning, his wife Yuhong has been busy in the living room, the sound was very small, is that rustic style, melodic, but full of sunshine and wilderness violin solos. Early autumn in southern China, sunlight from the windows of the tall parasol trees through the bed edge, bed covered with broken light and shadow, the wall is also, because of the wind, there are some slight shaking. I close my eyes, good morning. His wife brewed coffee, rich aroma of the house endured. She rubbed a small piece of broken walk back and forth between the kitchen and living room, cotton slippers at the end, walking,