那天临走的时候,最后一眼瞥见的是那株你送我的小小的凤尾蕨。它几乎要被遗忘了,叶子枯黄如柴,一层灰覆盖着盆里板结的泥土。其实,它在我搬到这之前,就已经死了。你是在南门的雪松下把它送给我的。那天午后,你从县里颠簸而来,我见到你的时候,你已经在松树下等候多时了。我把凤尾蕨捧在手里,那时的凤尾蕨裹在温热的泥土里,翠 When I left that day, the last glimpse was the little pintail fern you gave me. It is almost forgotten, the leaves are yellowish, a layer of ash covered with potted earth. Actually, it was already dead before I moved here. You gave it to me under the cedar in the South Gate. That afternoon, you jolted from the county, and when I saw you, you had been waiting under the pine tree for a long time. I put the phoenix tail in my hand, when the phoenix tail wrapped in warm earth, Tsui