少年时家在县城边缘,一座小小的院落,是厢房,阳光的脚步每天只有很短暂的时间走进屋里。母亲在院子里辟出一块儿空地,每年都种满了花。屋后是两棵樱桃树,每到黄昏,那些初开的花儿和细密的枝,便将斜阳割划得支离破碎,映在窗上的晚霞也浸染了馨香,一如那些朴素的岁月。每年晚春到初夏,院子里的花儿刚刚结蕾欲绽时,邻家的女孩便站在板墙前,仔细地看那些在风中 When a teenager was at the edge of the county seat, a small courtyard was a wing, and the sunshine walked into the room for only a short time each day. Mother laid out a piece of open space in the yard, full of flowers every year. House is two cherry trees, each dusk, those early flowers and fine branches, they cut the sun will be cut fragmented, the sunset reflected in the window is also impregnated the fragrance, as those simple years. From late spring to early summer each year, when the flowers in the yard are just about to blossom, the girl next door is standing in front of the wall and looks carefully at the wind