一第一次看到她,是在姑姑的花店里。那时正值六月,天很热,蝉鸣不止。我被留下来看店。电风扇竭力嘶吼,但吹出的风一样发烫。我独自躺在藤椅上,昏昏沉沉,远远地看到从街的另一端走来了一个人。当时路上很是空旷,而愈空旷。就愈看到那个身影的瘦小。她佝偻着背,走得十分缓慢,背上鼓鼓的。不知道是什么东西。走得近些了,才看清楚是一个老妇人。她背着一个很大的绿色编织带,里面有木棒样的东西径直戳了出来。那个老人走进了店里。这时我能更清楚地看到她的容貌了。头发还没有全白,而是一种干枯的灰色, The first time I saw her, she was in her aunt’s florist. At that time in June, the day was hot and cicadas did not stop. I was left to see the shop. The fan screams, but the wind blows hot. I lay alone on a wicker chair, drowsy, far to see a man walking from the other end of the street. At that time the road is very open, and the more empty. The more you see the thin figure. She slipped back and walked very slowly and bulging backwards. I do not know what it is. Walking closer, just to see clearly is an old woman. She carried a large green braid with a stick-like stamper poked straight out. The old man walked into the shop. At this moment I can see her appearance more clearly. Hair is not white, but a dry gray,