当冰冷的雪,冻结生的讯息,一切都沉沉地睡下了……那个初夏,似乎还体会不到炎热的感觉。中午时,我走出家门,闲逛于邻近的公园。每天的两点,空气都是那么新鲜,新鲜得像初夏的青涩带些甜。同样的时候,我总会在湖边的已经破烂不堪的长椅上看到她。她十分衰老,头发花白,可能已经年近古稀,一副活不起的样子,总是木然地看着河,或者对岸。她是那么的坚持,连我都不会像她那样,每 When the cold snow freezes the raw message, everything falls asleep... In the early summer, I didn’t seem to feel the heat. At noon, I walked out of my house and strolled around in the neighboring park. At two o’clock every day, the air is so fresh and fresh like the green of the early summer with some sweetness. At the same time, I always see her on a dilapidated bench by the lake. She is very old and has gray hair. She may be nearly age-old. She looks like she can’t afford to live. She always looks at the river woodenly or on the other side. She is so insistent that even I don’t like her every time