我希望她醒来,但是,很可能,她已逝去。1事发那天黄昏,白铁军说他正走在县城中心公园的一片苦楝子树下。树和树下的蔷薇丛在他一次次回忆与凝望中疯疾生长,枝叶交缠,繁茂葳蕤。他走啊走啊,从泥河走到县城,从县城走到省城,从省城走到京城,却一天也没有走出那丛越来越散发着清苦气味的枝杈和藤蔓,夜幕低垂或 I hope she wakes up, however, most likely, she has already died. On the day of the incident, twilight, Bai Tiejun said he was walking under a tree nectar in the central park of the county. The rosebush under the tree and the tree grows madly in his memory and stare again and again, twigs and leaves are intertwined and flourishing. He walked and walked, went from the river to the county seat, from the county to the provincial capital, from the provincial capital to the capital, but one day did not walk out of the plexus twigs and vines more and more exudes a bitter smell, drooping at night or