1930年春夏之间,在厦门思明戏院的十字路口, 人们经常看到一个梳着发髻、内地装束的中年妇女, 她时而慢步走动,时而踮着小脚东张西望。一小时、两小时过去了,一天,两天过去了,她仍在那里徘徊。突然,她像发现了宝贝似的,焦虑的脸庞绽出了笑花,挪动着那“三寸金莲”一颠一跛地往前跑,双手紧紧抓着迎面走来的一个身穿长衫的青年,似乎一放手他就会像鸟儿一样飞掉。 Between the spring and summer of 1930, at the crossroads of the Siming Theater in Xiamen, people often saw a middle-aged woman combing her hair and the Mainland’s costumes. She walked slowly and stamped her feet. An hour later, two hours later, one day, two days later, she is still wandering there. Suddenly, she found like a baby-like, anxiety face blooming smile, move the “Trinity” lotus ran forward one by one lame, his hands clutching a face wearing a gown He seems to fly away like a bird as soon as he can let go.