1991年初春,丽江玉峰寺,山茶如火,燃了我眼前的天。那一年的我,单纯清澈,依在树下绽露羞涩的笑容。天空高而蓝,在头顶。山茶艳得肆无忌惮,同样着红衣的我被它衬得失色。一步步退后,离开被它的奔放和热烈窒息住的空间。那时,我参加工作不久,在一个四合院里上班。院里春天有玉兰,秋天桂花飘一室幽幽的香,冬来,蜡梅 Early spring of 1991, Lijiang Yufeng Temple, camellia, burning the day before me. That year I, simply clear, shy smile under the tree. The sky is tall and blue, overhead. Camellia Yan unscrupulous, the same red I was lined by its pale. Step backwards, leaving the space that is chocking it with its unrestrained and enthusiastic. At that time, I went to work in a courtyard to work shortly afterwards. Magnolia spring in the hospital, autumn scented osmanthus floating in a faint room, winter, waxy