假如我今生无缘遇到,我将永远感到恨不相逢——我将念念不忘,我将在醒时梦中都怀着这样悲哀的痛苦。——泰戈尔今年的冬天显得格外的冷,刺骨的寒风呜咽着向行人袭来,人们依旧行色匆匆,各奔西东,而我却站在寒冷的街口,站在冰凉的清晨,站在孤独的黄昏里作长久的伫望。透过迷蒙的泪雾,我用力凝视,却仍然没有看见儿子的身影,失望的心在极度的忧伤中疼痛难忍。 If I missed this life, I will never feel hate - I will never forget, I will woke up with such a sad sorrow when the pain. - Tagore this winter is particularly cold, biting cold whistling hit the pedestrians, people still hurry, go west, and I stood in the cold of the mouth, standing in the cold early morning, standing Long stay in lonely dusk. Through the mist of tears, I stare hard, but still did not see his son’s shadow, disappointment in the extreme sadness unbearable pain.