很久很久以前,有一天,我在一个地方读到了一首诗,没有全记住,但它的第一行我至今还记得: 玫瑰,美丽鲜艳的玫瑰啊…… 现在是冬天,窗玻璃上结了冰花,黑暗的房间里燃着蜡烛。我躲在屋角里坐着,脑子里一直回响着这首诗的第一行: 玫瑰,美丽鲜艳的玫瑰啊…… Long, long time ago, one day, I read a poem in one place and did not remember it all, but the first line of it still remembers me: roses, beautiful bright roses ... now it is winter, the window glass knot Ice, the dark room lit candles. I hid in the corner of the house, my head echoing the first line of this poem: roses, beautiful bright roses ...