我独自一人坐在夜市吃麻辣烫,一个又一个卖花姑娘不时在餐桌中穿梭着,她们极为动听地向青年人的桌子打着招呼,恳求吃饭的人买花。看着别人拥在怀里的那鲜红的花,不觉有点心动。卖花女孩侧着身子从旁边挤过,花枝碰着了我,她们也不看一下。没觉得怎么样我已到了与花无缘的年龄。 I sat alone in the night market to have a spicy meal. One after another, flower-girls shuttled from time to time at the table. They greeted the young people’s table with great enthusiasm and asked the people who had eaten to buy flowers. Looking at the bright red flowers that people have in their arms, I feel a bitter. The flower girl leaned over from side to side, and the flowerbed touched me. They also did not look. Did not feel like I have reached the age of flowers.