春天接近尾声,楼下的合欢树在雨水里开了花。透过浓密的叶子,我依旧能看到前栋楼下车库那道窄小的白门。这些天,它一直敞着,门内的区域幽然无光,雨水落在门前的小块水泥地上,洇成一片潮湿的暗影。那只猫偶尔还会出现,它直着身体坐在屋檐下,尾巴搅动着,有时用前爪洗脸。它曾是小屋的某个组成部分,而现在,它是唯一的部分,或者说,它已经跟屋子没有任何关联。这小区足够容纳它小小的身体,它确 Towards the end of spring, the Acacia tree downstairs bloomed in the rain. Through the thick leaves, I still could see the small white gate in the garage downstairs. These days, it has always been open, the area inside the door quiet, rain fell in front of a small piece of cement on the ground, into a damp shadow. Occasionally the cat will appear, it sits under the eaves of the body, the tail agitates, and sometimes the forepaw will wash his face. It used to be an integral part of a hut and now it is the only part, or it has nothing to do with the house. This small enough to accommodate its small body, it really