仙人掌脱光了刺楼层拆改后,剩下了一地废墟,花圃拖着半截残肢,扑倒在碎石角砖上,钢筋一身腐黄,像极了残烛年华的瞳孔之光。我看到了仙人掌,在花圃边上,蓬头垢面,状若思索,看着脚边翻起的草坪,根茎瘦枯,黄土就在咫尺,生命却不堪咫尺。为何在这座海滨学府生活,又仿佛回到荒漠边缘?但好歹还能活着,依旧知足地伫立角落。 Cactus stripped stab floor renovation, the rest of the ruins, flowerbed dragging half stump, throwing in the gravel corner brick, a steel rot yellow, like a candle candlelight years pupil of the light. I saw the cactus, on the edge of the flower garden, unkempt, like thinking, looking at the foot of the lawn rolling, rhizome thin, loess at hand, life is impassable. Why live in this seaside school, but also seemed to return to the edge of the desert? But whatever the outcome, still alive, still contentment to stand in the corner.