入夜,很静。你着一袭长裙,款款而来。明眸如月,笑靥如花。灯光下,16岁的你尽情地旋转,尽情地舞蹈。两串珍珠耳环变成了两个舞动的精灵。你如一位高傲公主一般,享受着男子们倾心的追捧。17岁,多么美好的年华,你却一身黑衣退出了华丽的生活。有谁想过,在那场南北战争中,你成了一位只身带着儿子的寡妇,生活无情地展现出它狰狞的一面,如一只丑恶的怪兽随时都将吞噬一切。在那个炮火映红了半边天的夜晚,你独自驾着马车,准备从亚特兰大回到塔拉庄园。车上拉着脸色苍白的梅兰妮和刚刚出生的婴儿。城外一片 At night, very quiet. You are dressed in a long skirt, the money comes. Bright eyes like a month, laughing 靥 flower. Light, 16-year-old you enjoy the rotation, enjoy the dance. Two strings of pearl earrings became two dancing elves. You are like a pride princess, enjoy the men sought after. 17 years old, how beautiful Love, you are out of a gorgeous black life. Who ever wondered, in that Civil War, you became a widow with a son alone, living unyieldingly on its shy side, as an ugly monster would swallow everything at any moment. On the night half-day that gunfire glowed, you were alone in a carriage and ready to return from Atlanta to Tara Manor. The car was pulled pale Melanie and the newborn baby. Outside the city