江南春早。春风吹皱江水,染绿柳条,催开茶花、桃花、玉兰花,也焐热了人的脸和心。晴好的日子,我总是长时间在江畔行走,迎着朝阳或披着晚霞,挺直了腰板,边走边看人的笑脸和花的笑脸。没什么人留意我。我乃春天一分子。和暖的春天到来了,冷峭的寒冬隐在心的深处。腊月的北京,很大的医院,很小的房间,病床上的我五花大绑。身体被宽宽的白带子缚住,织满各种莫名的管线,红红的血水由肚子渗出,透过纱布、棉布,洇到白白的床单上,浓浓淡 Jiangnan early spring. Spring blown river, dyed green wicker, reminder open camellias, peach, magnolia, but also hot people face and heart. Sunny days, I always walk for a long time in the river, facing the sunrise or sunset, upright waist, while walking to see people’s smile and flower smile. No one paid any attention to me. I’m a spring. And the warm spring is coming, cold winter hidden in the depths of heart. The twelfth lunar month in Beijing, a large hospital, a small room, I am a big flower on the bed. The body is bound by a wide white band, covered with a variety of inexplicable pipeline, red blood from the stomach oozing through the gauze, cotton cloth, to the white sheets, thick light