桃花颤着手,慢腾腾地从里层的衣兜里摸出一张照片。照片暖暖的,散发着热气。桃花笑了,脸上的皱纹像小城西郊的三月桃花,乱纷纷地落了一地。桃花老了。老了的桃花忘东忘西的,却不忘这张照片。她掀开柜子,十分精确地,在第十层的衣服下找到一个绣着桃花的手帕子,打开,就是这张她藏了多年的老照片。她把它揣在身上,干活 Peach trembling, slowly from the pocket inside to find a picture. The picture is warm and exudes heat. Peach smile, face wrinkles like the peach in the western suburbs of March, chaos have landed one after another. Peach is old. The old peach forgot the East, but did not forget this picture. She opened the cupboard and, with great precision, found a handkerchief embroidered with peach under the tenth layer of clothing and opened the old photograph she had kept for many years. She put it in the body, work