去年的冬实在去得太慢了,已是三月初,温度较腊月并没有升高多少。对于这晚来的春,我早已没了什么脾气,不求它能恣情快意地绽放,只求春色如水,能让我好好吞咽便可。抱着这样的心情,我出了家门。顺着冷暖交集的阳光,我到了学校外围的田地上。没什么别的,只有一片似绿非绿的蓬蒿,占着微霜的冻土,用它的嫩叶朝我招手。 Last year’s winter really went too slow, it is early March, the temperature has not increased much compared with the twelfth lunar month. For this late spring, I have no temper, do not ask it to be happy to blooming, just spring water, can I swallow properly. With such a feeling, I came out of the house. Along the warm sun, I went to the field outside the school. Nothing else, only a piece of green and non-green basil, frost covered with frost, with its tender leaves waving to me.