一历史肯定早已遗忘了1896年11月檀香山的那个极度悲伤的秋夜。那一天,在一心求死的卢慕贞看来,深不可测的海洋已经成为苦难的象征,凄凄惨惨的秋雨也已变作孤独的表述,成群结队的海鸟在漆黑的夜里反反复复地游荡则是一种绝望的暗示。正是这一天,她更加深刻地感受到了厄运就像裹脚布似的,紧紧缠绕着自己那双早已残疾虚弱的小脚,牵引着自己走向这生命的绝境。 A history must have forgotten the extremely sad autumn night of November 1896 in Honolulu. That day, in the heart of death, Lum Muzhen, the unfathomable ocean has become a symbol of misery, the miserable autumn rain has become a lonely expression, flocks of seabirds in the dark night and again and again Wandering is a hint of hopelessness. It was on this day that she felt even more profoundly that bad luck was like wrapping cloth and tightly entangled in her own weak legs that had long been disabled and drew her own desperation towards this life.