老哥卧床近十年的老伴,走了。四个子女,料理完老娘的后事,也走了。孤单,把老哥变成了一把失掉钥匙的锁,再也打不开一院的软语温存。幸好还有那座花圃,白天,陪着老哥培土浇水、扦枝掐叶;夜晚,送来盆景沐月、花影婆娑。清寒孤寂,放空了老哥的心,也填满了老哥的心。他把心装进一个小小的笔记本里,每每夜半难寐,或梦醒时分,绽开,抒写,断断续续他的存在:“自老伴去世之后,我的心里有了疙 Brother in bed nearly a decade of his wife, gone. Four children, after finishing the aging mother’s funeral, also gone. Lonely, the brother turned into a key to lose the lock, no longer can not open a hospital’s soft memory. Fortunately, there is also that flower garden, during the day, accompanied by brother Ge Pentu soil water, branches pinch leaves; night, brought bonsai Muyue, flower shawls. Cold lonely, emptied his brother’s heart, but also filled his brother’s heart. He put the heart into a small notebook, every night at half awake, or wake-up time, bloom, expressive, intermittent his existence: ”Since his wife died, my heart has a pimple