我曾经读过无数遍缪崇群写给妻子的悼文《花床》,文中他写道:“这么一片孤寂宁馥的花朵,她们自然地成就了一张可爱的床铺。虽然在冬天,土下也还是温暖的罢?”我不由得想起了那样一幅画面:漫山遍野的雏菊、金钱似的小花、枯萎了的绿草和新生的麦,还有埋葬在土里的浸润了花的气息的妻子和土地上的那个深情的老人。万事休矣,但爱是永不止息的。 I have read many times the mourning written by his wife, Miao Chongqun, “Flower Bed,” in which he wrote: “Such a lonely flower of Ning Fu naturally made a lovely bed, although in the winter, Is it still a warm one? ”" I could not help thinking of a picture of daisies, money-like flowers, withered green grass and newborn wheat buried in the earth and the smell of flowers buried in the soil And the affectionate old man on the land. Everything is off, but love never stops.