那盆昙花养了整整六年,仍是一点动静没有。年复一年,它无声无息地蛰伏着,枝条一日日蓬勃,窗台上放不下了,怜它好歹是个生命,不忍丢弃,只好把它请到阳台上去,找一个遮光避风的角落安置了,只在给别的盆花浇水时,捎带着用剩水敷衍它一下。心里早已断了盼它开花的念想,饥一餐饱一顿地,任其自生自灭。六年后一个夏天的傍晚,后来觉得,那个傍晚确实显得有些邪门。除了浇花,我平日其实很少到阳台上去。可那天就好像有谁在阳台上一次次地叫我,那个奇怪的声 That pot eaten spent a full six years, is still a little movement. Year after year, it quietly dormant, branches flourish day by day, the windowsill can not let go, pity it anyhow is a life, could not bear to give up, had to go to the balcony to find a shelter shelter , Only to other potted water, incidentally with the remaining water perfunctory it. Heart has long been off hope it blooming read, meal hungry meal, let it go its own ways. One summer evening six years later, I later felt that evening was indeed a little scary. In addition to watering flowers, I rarely go to the balcony on weekdays. But that day as if someone called me on the balcony, that weird sound