读完尾页,合上厚厚的书,凝视着那个简单的名字《简·爱》,一个平凡的女子从静卧的书中站了起来。她穿着粗布衣裳,用手提着微微褪色的长裙,臂上挎一个篮子,里面盛着她的书和针线活。她的脸,很模糊,似乎算不上美,却有一副古怪的神情,无谓而又执着,倔强而又与世无争。她的眼神时而炽热时而冷峻,闪射着猜不透的魅力。 After reading the last page, closing a thick book, staring at the simple name Jane Eyre, an ordinary woman stood up from her book. She wore roughclothes, and she wore a slightly faded dress in her hand. She wore a basket on her arm, which contained her books and needlework. Her face is very vague and does not seem to be beautiful, but she has a quirky look, meaningless and obstinate, stubborn and undisturbed. Her eyes are sometimes hot and cold, flashing a guessing charm.