那是个明媚的日子。她,突然地,在我们没有任何心理准备的情况下,就那样冷不丁地坐在了父亲的身旁,坐在了母亲以前常坐的位置上。她是沉静的,看上去很沧桑、很疲倦。她的肤色很暗,脸上有着些许细细的皱纹。她开口说话了,我没有听清她说了什么,我的脑海中只是不断地浮现着母亲白皙的皮肤、甜润的嗓音。父亲看得透我的心事。他岔开话题,说些无关痛痒的话,并叫我们以后称呼她“姨”就行了。我知道父亲已经爱上了她,我知道父亲是要娶 That is a bright day. Suddenly, she sat beside her father as usual without any mental preparation, sitting in the place where her mother used to sit. She is quiet, looks very vicissitudes, very tired. Her complexion is dark and her face has a few fine wrinkles. She spoke, I did not hear what she said, my mind just continue to emerge the mother’s white skin, sweet voice. My father can see through my heart. He broke off the topic and said something irrelevant, and told us to call her “Aunt” later. I know my father has fallen in love with her, I know my father is going to marry