多年以后,我翻看以前的信件,在一张印有蓝玫瑰暗花的信纸背面,看到她用圆珠笔写下的倾斜的诗句:我珍藏着艾叶的苦,在花朵里安息。这诗句不像是出自盈盈之手,它好像来自莎士比亚的一首短诗《神仙生活》。不是摘抄,而是改写。我当时并不知道,隐藏在这句诗背后的,她的惶恐与不安,她的预感。收到盈盈最后一封信时,她已经走了,去南方那个繁华而又神秘的大 Years later, I looked at the old letters, and on the back of a stationery printed with blue roses, I saw the sloping poem written by a ball-point pen: I cherish the pain of the leaves and rest in the flowers. This verse does not seem to come from the surplus, it seems from Shakespeare’s short poem “fairy life.” Not extract, but rewrite. I did not know at that time, hiding behind the poem, her fear and anxiety, her hunch. When she received the last letter Ying Ying, she has gone, to the south of the bustling and mysterious large