树蔸,一根叫不出名的树蔸,小指头大小。我小心翼翼把它插在上衣口袋里,露出那么一点儿,就象笔筒的上端。旧时文人都这样,如今的文化人是不会有这种“酷”得发酸之举的。我也大约10年没有把笔带在身上的习惯了。我的那点东西包含了一些民俗。我的母亲刚刚去世。临死她和我们七个送终的兄妹谈了整整一个小时。最后的话是, Tree 蔸, a notorious tree 蔸, little finger size. I carefully put it in the pocket pocket, exposing a little bit, like the upper end of the pen. Old literati are like this, today’s cultural people will not have this “cool ” had sour. I have not got used to carrying my pen on my body for about 10 years. My little thing contains some folklore. My mother just died. She died for a full hour with our seven siblings. In the end,