老达德利蜷缩在那把与他身体形状渐渐浑然一体的椅子里,向窗外望去,十五英尺外是另一扇窗子,窗框的红砖已经熏黑了。他在等待那株天竺葵。每天早晨十点左右,他们会把它搬出来,下午五点半再拿进去。在老家,卡森太太的窗前也有一株天竺葵。家乡有很多天竺葵,更好看的天竺葵。我们的才是千真万确的天竺葵,老达德利心想,才不是这种淡粉色的玩意儿呢,上面还系着绿色的纸蝴蝶结。他们要放在窗台上的那株天 Dudley curled up in a chair that had become intimate with his body, looking out of the window, fifteen feet from another window, and the red brick of the window frame blackened. He was waiting for the geranium. At about ten o’clock every morning, they will move it out and bring it in at half past five in the afternoon. At home, Mrs. Carson also had a geranium in front of her window. There are a lot of geraniums in your hometown, geraniums that look better. We are the true Geranium, Dudley old thinking, it is not such a light pink stuff, it is also tied to a green paper bow. The day they want to put on the windowsill