我家的窗前,有一排珊瑚树,起初很是瘦小,如新开发的地段,花草匠栽种不久的景观植物一样,柔弱无比。可它不停歇地长着长着,几年工夫,就高大起来,葱郁起来。我常常立于窗前,凝视这片绿色,看它们的长相一年四季有什么不同,看它们在风雨中阳光里月光下是怎样的姿态。这已成为我的习惯,生活的一部分,写作受阻时,读书困顿时,我就看它们,就去与它们相伴。 My family’s window, a row of coral trees, at first it is very thin, such as the newly developed lots, flower planter planted near landscape plants, extremely weak. But it grows long without stop, a few years of work, they grow tall, lush. I often stand in front of the window, gazing at the green, to see what their looks are different from year to year, to see what they are in the moonlight in the stormy weather. This has become part of my habit and life. When writing is blocked, when reading books, I look at them and go with them.