花园中那株巨大的蔷薇树是老太太的骄傲。她特别爱对别人讲,这是她当初结婚时,从意大利带回来的一根枝条,如今长成了大树。当时,他们夫妇正从罗马乘坐马车返程(那会儿还没通铁路),途经锡耶纳城南一段崎岖的道路,车子出了毛病,他们只好投宿路边的一间小店。住宿条件肯定是相当恶劣,她彻夜难眠,很早就起身穿好衣服,站在窗前等待黎明,任由凉风拂面。时隔多年,她依然记得一轮明月挂在那蓝色的群山上,一座山顶上的小镇逐渐泛白,直到月亮落下,初升的太阳为群山抹上一层淡淡的粉色。突 The huge rose tree in the garden is the pride of the old lady. In particular, she said to others that she was a tree she had brought back from Italy when she first married. At the time, the couple was riding a carriage back from Rome (and there was no railroad at that moment), passing through the rough road to the south of Siena. The car was in trouble and they had to stay in a small shop on the roadside. She must have been in such a harsh condition that she slept all night long enough to get dressed and stood by the window waiting for the dawn to let the breeze blow. After many years, she still remembers a bright moon hung in the blue mountains, a hilltop town gradually white, until the moon falls, the rising sun smears a faint pink for the mountains. sudden