依然是寂寞的冬，依然是阴沉的午后与苍茫的深暮，而母亲，儿时，儿时的湖山，儿时的湖山里的野火呢？

It was still a lonely winter, a gloomy afternoon, and a late evening. But where were mother, my childhood days, and the wild fire in the hill and the lake?

youdao

依然是寂寞的冬，依然是阴沉的午后与苍茫的深暮，而母亲，儿时，儿时的湖山，儿时的湖山里的野火呢？

It was still a lonely winter, a gloomy afternoon, and a late evening. But where were mother, my childhood days, and the wild fire in the hill and the lake?

youdao