冬日的傍晚,窗外朔风怒号。我站在窗前,听着嚣叫的风声,等他回来。望着放在桌上的手机,这个时候,我多么希望它能响起来啊。可是,它静静地趴在那里,一点声响都没有。或许你没想到,一个“四零”的女人心里还有这样的企盼。其实,我知道,黎明的心已经离开我了,可我一直不愿意承认、也不敢面对这个事实。我一直幻想着期待着:有一天,他累了, Winter evening, the moon winds of the new moon. I stood in front of the window, listening to the noise of the clamor, waiting for him to come back. Looking at the phone on the table, this time, I hope it can ring ah. However, it quietly lying there, no sound at all. Perhaps you did not expect, a “40 ” woman still have such hope in my heart. Actually, I know that the dawn of the heart has left me, but I have been reluctant to admit it, nor dare to face this fact. I have been fantasy looking forward to: one day, he was tired,