初夏的南京,已有一些晚饭花开了,这些零零星星的开放的晚饭花,并不灿烂,也不茂盛,它在散发着时浓时淡的馨香,使城市行人蓦然发现,黄昏已降临。悠然开放的晚饭花让我想起了汪曾祺先生。在汪先生辞世的这些日子里,我翻阅汪先生的文章字画和照 In the early summer of Nanjing, there were already some supper blossoms. These sporadic open supper flowers were neither splendid nor luxuriant. They were exuding a light and dense fragrance when the city pedestrians suddenly discovered that dusk had come . Leisurely open dinner reminds me of Mr. Wang Zengqi. In these days when Mr. Wang is dead, I read through Mr Wong’s essays and photographs