那一天,是银婚纪念日。窗外泛着白光,有些鸟叫。因为是星期天,我慵懒着不愿起床,竟忘了妻子昨晚吩咐的任务。妻也醒了。在朦胧的晨光中,我没有注意到她的眼神。我打开手机,播放着骑墙公子写的《法袍和女人》。结尾的音乐宛如年轻的岁月,叮叮当当地渐行渐远。我问妻:“写得好么?”一阵沉默之后,妻答:“好啊!”我以为找到了话头,紧接着说:“我连法袍也 That day is a silver wedding anniversary. Glowing white windows, some birds. Because it is a sunday, I am lazy and do not want to get up, forget the task his wife told last night. Wife woke up too In the misty morning, I did not notice her eyes. I opened the phone, playing the ”robe and woman“ written by the riding wall son. End of the music like a young age, jingling drifting away. I asked my wife: ”Well written? “ After a burst of silence, his wife said: ”Well! “ I thought I found the words, then said: ”I even the robe