偶见《生活周刊》的“城市倾情”版有一篇深情的散文,题为“是我”,读后令人回味。然而,文中的一段话却让人费解:“多年以后,他妻儿绕膝,我的香水瓶空空,当电话铃乍响,他可否记得我的气息我的曾经留在他生命深处的声音……”句中的“妻 Occasionally, “Life Week” “City Portrait” version has an affectionate essay entitled “is me”, memorable after reading. However, the passage was puzzling: “Years later, my wife laughed around my knees, my perfume bottle was empty, and when the phone rang, he remembered my breath. The voice I had in the depths of his life ... ”sentence in the" wife