一生中的第一朵玫瑰,与爱情无关。那是二月的一天,季节犹在春与冬之间徘徊,拥挤不堪的公共汽车里,我好不容易抢到一个座位,我的身边,站着一个男孩,抱着一束红玫瑰。他把花束高高地举着,在挨挨挤挤的人群间,力求容身之地。车开得跌跌撞撞,他便一直在摇摇晃晃,有人推他一把,有人 The first rose in life has nothing to do with love. It was a February day. The season still hovered between spring and winter. In a crowded bus, I managed to grab a seat. With a boy standing next to me, holding a bouquet of red roses. He held the bouquet high, and he sought to keep himself in the crowd. The car was staggered, he was rickety, someone pushed him, someone