她溘然长逝后,鳏夫手里总拿着一把雨伞,这把亡妻的雨伞,现在成了丈夫爱不释手的遗物。自从她诀别这幢房子之后,再也没有看到别的人踏进这幢房子的大门,只有他每天不得不象个陌生人似的出出进进。就这样,他以一种克制的谴责神情,每天默默地、心思沉重地到亡妻的坟前凭吊。真见鬼!怎么偏偏她早早先上了西天,而不是把丈夫送终后自己成为一个深居简出、不与他人往来的寡妇 Her sudden death, the widower always holding an umbrella in his hand, the wife of the dead umbrella, and now her husband became a reluctant relic. Since she left the house, she never saw anyone else stepping into the door of the house, except that he had to emerge as a stranger every day. In this way, he confronted himself with a restrained look, silently and meditating heavily on the grave of his deceased wife every day. Damn! Why did she go up early to the West, instead of sending her husband to become a widow