搬新房的打算又开始动摇了。在这破旧矮楼的楼顶,有我不舍抛却的惬意时光。我铺上一张瑜伽垫拉开架势,让高山流水漫过来,慢起来。我的慢时光眯着眼晒太阳。体内有花朵瞬息长大。花蕊招摇。一朵接一朵开苞,开花,结出种子。阳光一笔一笔给它们涂上金色。身旁的枇杷树那么朴素,小小的花、淡淡的黄招蜂引蝶,甜甜地香,她们忙 The plan to move to a new home began to waver. In this dilapidated low-rise building roof, I have not given up comfortable time. I put on a yoga mat spread posture, let the mountains flow over, slow up. My slow hours squinted in the sun. The body has blossoms grow up. Swaying flower. One after another open bud, flowering, bear the seeds. The sun painted them with gold in one stroke. Around the loquat tree so simple, small flowers, hint of yellow bee butterfly, sweet incense, they are busy