有谁见过盆栽的蔷薇吗,我见过,以前我父亲就有一盆。我父亲不是亲生父亲,是继父,我两三岁的时候,父母离了婚,母亲改嫁。继父是一所名牌大学的高才生,因右派言行被分配到我们这座小城。继父在大学里有一个女朋友,是华侨,家在马来西亚,毕业后回国了。父去不了马来西亚,只好和女朋友洒泪挥别。我小时候,继父总是愁眉不展地坐在书堆里,默默无声地看书。让我奇怪的是,继父的书桌上总放着许多红色的像黄豆那么大的东西。继父看书时,总喜欢一只手按着它们搓来搓去。我不 Has anyone ever seen a potted rose? I’ve seen that before, my father had a pot. My father is not a biological father, is the stepfather, when I was two or three years old, my parents were divorced and my mother remarried. Stepfather is a talented student at a prestigious university who is assigned to our town because of his rightist deeds. Stepfather has a girlfriend in college, is an overseas Chinese, home in Malaysia, returned after graduation. The father can not go to Malaysia, had to say goodbye to his girlfriend. When I was young, stepfather always sitting in a pile of books crooked, silently reading. To my surprise, my stepfather’s desk always has a lot of red stuff like soybeans. Stepfather reading, always like a hand rubbing them to rub. I do not