一如果我能绕过一湾流水和看到一簇桃红,我知道,那是我魂归的时刻。我病得如此严重,以至于不敢在泥泞中走回父亲的清明。可我又渴望着凝视一株没被道路铲除的枯桩,看它爆发出三月争先恐后的绿芽来。 If I could walk around a bay and see a cluster of pink, I know that it was my soul. I was so sick that I dared not go back to my father’s clarity in the mud. However, I was eager to gaze at a dry pile that was not cleared by the road and watch it burst into a green shoot in March.