在我生活中出现的第一朵情人节玫瑰，与爱情无关。那是二月的一天，季节犹自在春与冬之间徘徊。在拥挤不堪的公共汽车里，我好不容易抢到一个座位。我的身边，站着一个男孩，拿着一束红玫瑰。他把花束高高地举着，在挨挨挤挤的人头间，力求一席之地。车跌跌撞撞，他摇摇晃晃， The first Valentine’s Day rose in my life has nothing to do with love. It was a February day, the season still wandering between spring and winter. In a crowded bus, I finally grabbed a seat. Around me, stood a boy, holding a bouquet of red roses. He held the bouquet high and strove for a place between the heads of the crowds. Car stumbled, he staggered,