摊开书,一片扁扁的贺卡飘落,带着浅浅的清香。那是梅从狮城邮来的贺卡,圆圆的字体稚气地排列在一起,一看便知出自那双胖胖的小手。 不记得梅是哪年走的,只是屋外的梧桐叶黄了又绿了多次。今早,落了入冬以来第一场雪,只有几个时辰便住了。天快黑了,路灯发出黄光,浓得化不开的黄光,雾沉沉地落下来,灯光在雾里朦胧。梅,还记得那个冬天吗,还记得你带我一起去吃“燎花” 吗? Open book, a flat greeting cards falling, with a shallow fragrance. That is the greeting card Mei plum sent from the city of lion, rounded fonts arranged together childish, a look that knows from that pair of fat hands. Can not remember what year is the plum, but outside the yellow and green leaves many times. This morning, the first snow fall since winter, only a few hours will live. The sky is getting dark, the yellow street light, concentrated yellow, fog sink down, the light in the fog hazy. May, remember that winter, do you remember when you took me to eat “Liaohua”?