在这南国的冬日,满目葱绿,鲜花竞开,我却忽然思念起北方的冬小麦。这种思念,细腻而又悠长,越过山,越过水,越过那些知名的、不知名的城市和村落,那些长叶子的、不长叶子的树木的枝条,越过那些无法逆转的逝去的旧时光,以及充满无限柔情的琐碎的小片断,甚至越过自身设定的对于这种思念的种种抗拒。当思念与抗拒狭路相逢之时,总是抗拒表 In the winter of this southern country, with its greenery and flowers competing, I suddenly miss the northern winter wheat. The thoughts, delicate and long, crossed the mountains, across the water, across famous, unknown cities and villages, branches of long, leafless trees, past irreversible old days, As well as trivial little pieces full of infinite tenderness, even beyond their own set of resistance to such thoughts. When the thoughts and resistance to the narrow road meet, always resist the table