人生有许多时光是在等中度过的。有千百种等,等有千百种滋味。等的滋味,最是一言难尽。我不喜欢一切等。无论所等的是好事,坏事,好坏未卜之事,不好不坏之事,等总是无可奈何的。等的时候,一颗心悬着,这滋味不好受。就算等的是幸福吧,等本身却说不上幸福。想像中的幸福愈诱人,等的时光愈难捱。例如,“月上柳梢头,人约黄昏后”自是一件美事,可是,性急的情人大约都像《西厢记》里那一对儿,“自从那日初时,想月华,捱一 There are many times in life that I have spent waiting for. There are thousands of species, so there are hundreds of kinds of taste. And so the taste is the most difficult to say. I do not like everything. No matter what is good, bad, good or bad, bad or bad, etc. are always helpless. When waiting, a heart hanging, this taste unhappy. Even if it is happiness, etc. itself can not be said to be happy. The more vivid the imagination, the harder it is to wait. For example, ”Moonrise at Moonlight, after about dusk “ is a beautiful thing, but impatient lovers are about like the ones in The West Chamber, ”" Since that very early morning, One by one