一朵小花,拂动着我的记忆。那年冬天,大地守着一隅冻土冬眠,白昼和黑夜,同样寂寥,没有声响,没有色彩,没有生命的气息,就连天空的颜色,也浓郁得像要掉下泪来。我漫不经心地在小院里穿行,远远地看见一株落尽了叶子的小树,佝偻在那个小角落。慢慢地走近,分明瞧见了它苍黑的裸枝上有着丑陋的疤痕,但使我惊讶的是,一朵小花竟骤然开放在这颓萎的枝头。 A flower flicks my memory. In that winter, the earth hibernated in a corner of frozen earth, day and night, the same solitude, no sound, no color, no breath of life, even the color of the sky, but also strong enough to fall like tears. I walked casually through the small courtyard, far to see a tree that had fallen from the leaves, wandering in that little corner. Slowly approached, clearly saw the ugly scars on its bare dark bare branches, but to my surprise, a flower suddenly opened in this decadent branch.